blueicequeen19 · 2 days ago
Mistakes & Regrets Pt. 2
Warnings: dub-con, unprotected public sex on the beach, angst, cheating
“Look at you. All grown up.” My entire body breaks out in chills at the sound of that voice. The voice I haven’t heard in three years. The one that still haunted every fantasy. Every dream. The voice that always dripped confidence and sarcasm. A voice that had whispered so many dirty things in my ear before I’d fucked everything up.
I slowly turn and face him, anger radiating off him like a furnace. He was drunk. Or high. Or both. Even intoxicated he still looked good.
“What are you doing here?” I ask softly, looking back at the house party way off in the distance. If I was seen talking to him..
“It’s a public beach, Princess. Not everything is Kooks only.” JJ snaps. I couldn’t help but notice that he had grown up too. He was even taller. Fuller. Angrier. Veins bulged on his hands and up his forearms. He must workout regularly.
“I should go.” I try to side step him but he blocks my path, glaring down at me like I’ve just kicked his puppy.
“I hear congratulations are in order.” JJ bites out.
I try to step back but he catches my left wrist and brings it up to his face, eyeballing the large ring. I yank away from him and his eyes follow, shimmering in the moonlight like they were full of tears.
“I guess you got everything your parents wanted for you.” JJ spats, shaking his head as he appears to grow angrier and angrier.
“Was any of it real? With me?” My hand flies up to my chest as my heart splits down the middle. The pained look on his face was enough for my own tears to fall.
“Of course it was.” I breathe. His hands lunge forward, capturing my face in a harsh kiss that hurts my lips while making my toes curl into the sand. I could taste my own tears as he kissed me harder and harder, devouring me. I hear him sniffle as he wraps his arms around me and buries his face in my neck, hugging me. I hugged him back to offer some bit of comfort since I broke his heart.
I look up at the moon, willing my tears to stop flowing. This was too hard. I’d never expected to run into him again. I thought he’d have left this piece of shit town by now. His body shook with silent sobs and my heart broke further. I pulled back to apologize when he captures my lips in another painful kiss. I try to pull away but he tangles his hands in my hair, pushing his tongue into my mouth.
“JJ—.” I duck my head as I fight to catch my breath. His chest was heaving with every breath.
“One more time. Please. I’ll leave you alone. I’ll walk away so you can marry that fucker. Just give it to me one more time. I’m begging you.” He kisses me again. And again. I stumble back on the sand as his hand slips under my dress and cups me hard. I moan. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want this. I wanted him more than anything. It never stopped even after all these years.
“Fuck, you’re soaked.” JJ pushes past my panties and buries two thick fingers inside me. I moan loudly, already on the brink of my climax as he slowly pumps his fingers.
“God, I love you. I love you more than anything.” I choke on a moan as he crouches between my thighs and bunches up my dress before latching his mouth onto my clit. I bite my lip to keep from screaming.
“You’ve made me crazy for five years. Five fucking years and now you’re marrying Rafe fucking Cameron.”
“Punish me for it. Make me regret it.” I sob, yanking him up by his shirt just as he frees himself from his shorts. He slams in hard, digging his knees into the sand as he fucks me savagely. A hand clamps down over my mouth to muffle my screams.
His full body weight is on top of me while he grunts against the back of his hand. I could see the lines of tears left on his cheeks just before my eyes roll back as I cum for the first time in years. JJ growls as I feel myself clench harder.
Even my pussy didn’t want to let him go.
“Fuck, I’m not pulling out. I’m not.” JJ shudders as he releases, hips jerking hard until he finally stills and collapses on top of me. I felt like I was floating. Until my brain starts to catch back up to my body.
Everything starts to come back to me and I push him off, frantically jumping to my feet. I was covered in sand. My hair was a mess. Where were my panties? JJ lays on his back, smiling up at the night sky without even tucking his dick away.
“Where are my panties?” I hiss, nudging his leg with my foot as I try to smooth my hair back down. I needed to leave. If someone saw me there’s no excuse in the world to hide that fact that I looked like I’d just been fucked.
“What panties?” He asks innocently. I kick him again and he chuckles. I could feel his cum running down my legs. I needed to leave. Right now.
“I swear to god JJ. Give them pack! Your cum is leaking out of me.” JJ’s smile widens as he finally sits up, trying to snag the bottom of my dress but I back away. The smile falls as he meets my eyes with a coldness I’d witnessed one other time.
“Then you better go get cleaned up before your fiancé finds out.” I scoff at him as he gets to his feet, finally tucking himself away as he towers over me.
“Would you rather I clean you up with my tongue?” I shove him in the chest as anxiety and anger choke me.
“What is the matter with you? You love me? You’ve had five years to say that to me.” I hiss, trying not to draw attention to us. It was dark but anyone could be out here, same as we were.
“It wouldn’t have mattered. You avoided me until that day in my truck. It became just about the sex for you and I was okay with that until you said you were going to give Rafe a chance to make your parents happy.” JJ spats in disgust.
“You don’t get it. You’ll never get it.” I try to stomp off but he yanks me backwards, almost knocking us both down.
“I don’t need parents to please. The only one I should worry about making happy is myself and my woman. And my woman was you.” A sob wracks my chest and my jaw tightens as I fight back a wail. I wanted to scream. Why was this happening to me? JJ lowers his face close to mine, watching my tears stream on my cheeks.
“Truth hurts doesn’t it? I would’ve given you everything. Maybe not some fancy house or a loaded back account but you would’ve been happy. You’d have my name and my kids. And me.”
“Rafe wants kids.” I blurt. I don’t know why I say it but I instantly regret it. I thought his anger was painful but the pained expression cut me ten times worse. “I’m sorry, JJ.”
“No, of course. That’s what happens when you get married. Will he still marry you though when he finds out what you just did with me? Does Rafe Cameron draw the line at cheating but not drugs?” I stagger back, my eyes wide as I look at him.
“You’re blackmailing me? For what? You think I’d run away with you? You have nothing to offer me! Love isn’t enough!” I bury my face in my hands as the tears keep flowing. I feel him come closer but I couldn’t stand the thought of him touching me. I’d melt if he did. If he took me away from here, I’d let him.
“I hope it hurts when you say ‘I do’ to a man you don’t love.” Then he turns and walks away, taking the last piece of my heart with him.
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certifiedl0vergr1l · 2 days ago
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cherxyx · a day ago
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𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝑳𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝑩𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝑶𝒏 𝒀𝒐𝒖...
𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: This isn’t to offend anyone or for people to feel as if I’m making them controlling, just simply saying what they think is your signature stuff
𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: *ALL OF THEM ARE AGED UP* Spicy, MDI with parts that have these *, body talk, body worship, suggestive, side characters, a lil comparing between the twins in Osamu part, low key put myself in Aran, handjob and marking mentioned in the last one
𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝑶𝒏𝒆. 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝑻𝒘𝒐. 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝑻𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆.
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𝐀𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐮 𝐌𝐢𝐲𝐚* knees just go weak when he sees you in his shirts, specifically his jersey. You wear his jersey with his favorite red-laced panties or his boxers, especially since it’s small on him, but seems to fit you perfectly. Knowing that Atsumu worships his jersey on you, on his birthday you had to surprise the birthday boy with his jersey and lingerie
𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐨 𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐚 and rings with black nail polish. Suna knew that you were the one when didn't want traditional wedding rings instead you wanted black and red or when you came over to his house and asked to paint his nails. For Suna, a lot of people found it weird that he wears nail polish, but for you It was hot. You loved painting his nails and he adored watching you
𝐎𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐮 𝐌𝐢𝐲𝐚 unlike his brother he cherishes when you wear his sweats. You enjoyed seeing him in sweats, so you decided to try them on one day now you don’t want to ever take them off. Osamu does get turned on seeing you in his sweats with you showing off your body or your simply just in them
𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐞 𝐊𝐢𝐭𝐚 will never understand why you adore fall so much, but he does love seeing you get excited to decorate and go shopping. He does complain often about spending hours and hours in stores, yet he continues with you. His favorite outfits of yours were “Orangie” , “Black Cat”, “I paid for this one”. Kita likes the fashion shows.
𝐀𝐫𝐚𝐧 𝐎𝐢𝐣𝐫𝐨 takes a liking to your style. Aran can't tell what your style is, hell even you can't...but he does like trying to guess your style. Aran sucks at doing it but he puts a smile on your smile anytime he does, so you love it. Aran calls it the “Rainbow aesthetic” because he never knows what aesthetic you’re going to go for
𝐇𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐆𝐢𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐦𝐚 (𝐆𝐢𝐧)* adores your nails, definitely when you’re giving him a hand job or marking his back as he rams into you. Gin can never tell your aesthetic when it comes to your nails. It’s getting close to Halloween, so he has been loving your fall/Halloween nails. Gin’s top designs so far are Scream, Nightmare Before Christmas, and Coraline
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time-for-a-lullaby · 2 days ago
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This account on Wattpad has been posting fics and stealing pics to post on their Wattpad.
I didn’t do a ton of scrolling, just enough to see my stories and @k-evans-reads
Please report the account!!
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Book Trailer for my dark fantasy novel, Arboriah Lux!
If you like dark fantasy with vampires, magic, a murder here and there and mystery, not to mention some romance in the mix (wink wink), then check out Arboriah Lux on Wattpad!
#epilepsywarning #flashingpictures
Update: to the h8t3r that said that this has nothing to do with the book, IT'S AN AESTHETIC TRAILER. Also, if you have nothing nice to say about my hard work, then there is something you can do.
Don't. Watch. The. FRIGGING. VIDEO.
Just move on with your life. Don't try to impose your toxic insecurities on my achievement and my hard work.
I apologize for the outburst. I'm tired of haters being demoralizing about my work.
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beneathawesternsky · 21 hours ago
The response to my fix-it Harwin Strong fanfic has been incredible. I’m not sure how and where everyone is coming from, but I’m just so floored that you all love it. (I hear some folks came from Reddit? I haven’t seen the thread yet.)
In any case, we are 14 chapters in on AO3 and Wattpad.
Thank you guys so much, it means a lot💜
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jmsoup · 2 days ago
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⋅ chocolate girl ⌕
📂 cover spirit; pedido pessoal. 03/10/22     ⎙ em caso de inspiração, me credite.                                   
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the-truest-sentence-i-know · 19 hours ago
i can't say hello to you and risk another goodbye
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Fandom: House of the Dragon
Characters: Rhaenyra Targaryen x Daemon Targaryen (Daemyra)
Rating: T
Summary:  Daemon has returned – again – after being gone – again – and Rhaenyra just wants to know the truth of his feelings for her.
Word Count: 1.2k
ao3 | ff.net | wattpad
High in the clouds, wind whipping through her hair on Syrax’s back was the only place Rhaenyra could find peace. The corridors of the Red Keep were filled with gossip, and the Small Council meetings were just old men discussing things they would never ask for her input on, so why should she pay attention? Sometimes the only part of her birthright she cared for was Syrax.
She tried to push the thoughts away. It was peace she sought – and that included peace from her own mind.
But it would not stop churning. Today’s vexation was her uncle. He had returned – again – after being gone – again – and she didn’t really want to see him.
Syrax made a happy sound and Rhaenyra turned to see Caraxes coming after them, Daemon on his back. She groaned. The sky was endless; did he need to follow her?
She spurred Syrax on, who seemed to think they were going to play tag as she swooped through the sky, looking back at Caraxes as he followed.
There was a small island ahead, small enough that likely no one lived there, and Rhaenyra directed Syrax toward it. She landed long enough for Rhaenyra to hop off before bounding into the sky again to join Caraxes.
Rhaenyra knew her uncle would follow her, but it did not hurt to have a head start, so she stalked into the trees. The island was smaller than she had realized, however, and she soon found herself on the other end of the island, where Daemon was waiting.
“A lovely day for dragonflight, is it not, princess?” he asked.
“I was hoping for some solitude today, uncle,” Rhaenyra said wearily.
“Troubles on your mind?” he asked. “Your attempted suitors, perhaps?”
“They have been less troublesome since I mentioned I was most fond of written correspondence,” she said.
“And how many letters have you received thus far?”
“I don’t know. They make the most wonderful scraps for the fireplace in my chambers.”
Daemon laughed and Rhaenyra could not deny the spark it sent into her gut. It was a childish infatuation that she had tried in vain to quell. Whenever he left, she was sure she would get over it. But then he would return, and she was back where she began.
“It is good to see you smile,” he said. “I was under the impression that you were cross with me about something.”
Her jaw tightened at the reminder.
He looked at her curiously. “You’re still cross with me, then,” he said.
She hated how well he could interpret her emotions. Sometimes it felt as though he could see right into her mind and read her thoughts like one would read a book.
“I’m not cross,” she said.
“Then what are you?”
She hesitated. “I don’t know.”
“Are you not happy I have returned?”
“You will only leave again.”
“But think of this,” he said. “When I return again, I will bring you another gift.”
“I don’t want your gifts!” she burst out. “I want–” She huffed out a frustrated breath. “I want your honesty.”
“Does this mean anything to you?” she demanded. “Whenever you return you– you bring me gifts and you look at me the way that you do, and you speak to me as though you care about what I think. But then you always leave. And then I have to get used to no one caring again.”
He just looked at her, eyes pained.
“So, please, be honest. What is this?” She gestured between them. “If this is nothing, then tell me, so I can move on.” He looked away. “I do not want to spend my life waiting for you to return and then dreading the day that you leave again.”
When he met her eyes again, he looked almost afraid. Rhaenyra had never seen fear on his face before.
“Uncle, please,” she nearly begged. “Tell me I have been imagining things. Tell me you do not care for me in that way. Tell me–”
“I cannot,” he said.
“Why not?” she asked.
Daemon closed his eyes and breathed in deeply. “Because it would be a lie,” he said softly, looking at her with such openness in his eyes that Rhaenyra felt like the breath had been punched from her lungs. She reached up to touch his face, but he turned away. “We shouldn’t,” he said, then amended. “I shouldn’t.”
Rhaenyra set her jaw. “Why not?” she asked again.
“Your father wouldn’t approve,” he said.
“You and I have both done many things he didn’t approve of,” she countered.
“People would talk.”
She looked around at the empty shore and the vast empty sea. “Who? I think that Syrax and Caraxes will hold their tongues.”
He smiled lightly, then shook his head. “You’re a child.”
“No,” she said. “That’s not fair. You don’t get to play this off as though you’re protecting me. You’re afraid.”
He stepped in close again. “Afraid of what?”
“I don’t know exactly,” she admitted. “But I can see it in your eyes.”
He was breathing heavily now, eyes dropping to her mouth more than once as he looked at her. Finally – finally – he took her face in his hands and kissed her.
In the rare moments that Daemon had allowed himself to think of himself and Rhaenyra coming together, he had wanted a gentle, soft first kiss. This was anything but. This kiss was frantic and breathless; he poured all those months of wanting and frustration into it. He no longer feared that his desire would scare her, now he just wanted her to know it.
Kissing was a lot like dragonriding, Rhaenyra decided. It sent energy coursing through her body like blood, it silenced thoughts of anything else, and made her feel like she was on top of the world. Daemon kissed her with such fervour it was all she could do to keep up.
He had her up against a tree now, hands gripping her waist tightly. It was all so much that it took a moment to sink in, but when it did, Rhaenyra couldn’t help but smile.
Daemon pulled away, a grin playing at his lips as well. “What?”
“You want me,” Rhaenyra said, somewhere between disbelieving and smug.
Daemon’s eyes darkened and he moved in close to whisper in her ear. “I’ve gone nearly mad wanting you, princess,” he murmured. “I dream of you every night and when I leave you, I have to tear myself away.”
Rhaenyra held him close to her. “So don’t leave,” she whispered.
He pulled back again so he could look her in the eye. “I will never leave you again,” he vowed.
Rhaenyra felt more weight lift off her shoulders than she ever knew was there. The enormity of her relief nearly brought tears to her eyes. “If you do,” she said. “I will come on Syrax to hunt you down.”
“I would expect nothing less,” he said and kissed her again.
They coupled in the meadow under the trees as their dragons soared overhead. They splashed in the stream and then let the sun dry their naked bodies, and then coupled again. It was not until night began to fall that they realized how many hours had passed.
As they dressed and called to their dragons, Rhaenyra did not ask what would happen now. Daemon was still married, and he had been right about her father. But all that seemed unimportant now. Those were obstacles they would overcome when they came to them. All that mattered was that Daemon was here, and he was not leaving.
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exoahgasebby · a day ago
Kinktober Day 1 - Phone Sex
Pairing : Erwin Smith x fem!reader
Word Count : 1.8K
Summary : Spending so much time away from your husband has you both feeling a little needy - even hundreds of miles apart.
Warnings : Minors/Ageless blogs DNI - 18+ ONLY, Explicit language, phone sex, masturbation
Masterlist ; AO3 ; Wattpad
Normalcy wasn’t a term you knew the meaning of anymore.
Before Erwin took this new corporate job, your schedules were synced like clocks. He would get off from work one hour before you did, and when you walked in the door the tv was always blaring whatever show he found interesting at that moment. His body would always be sitting on the couch, and there would always be two glasses of wine sitting on the coffee table in front of him - one patiently waiting for your arrival.
Nowadays, a quiet house is all that would greet you after a long day at work. You would try to cheer yourself up by making a fancy dinner for one, but the lack of company always made it difficult to put yourself in a better mood. Erwin was your go to person that you could vent to, and without him you really had nobody.
Throughout the day, you found yourself checking your phone more often than usual. You scrolled through the messages that you had sent earlier, only seeing read or delivered left next to them. He was obviously busy with meetings or something of the sort, but you couldn’t help but feel hurt that he didn’t respond with even a simple ‘i love you’ or ‘i miss you’.
You tried to get your mind off of everything that had happened earlier at work by drinking an entire bottle of red wine. It wasn’t the smartest idea you had ever had, but it was doing the trick for the time being. You were feeling desperate to make yourself feel better, and wine was the first step to your self care for the night.
In your tipsy state, another form of self care comes to your mind. You hadn’t thought about doing it in a long time, but in this moment you couldn’t help yourself.
You needed to feel something.
Your legs carry your body quickly upstairs to your bedroom, slamming the door behind you. Clothes are thrown across the room as you rummage through your dresser drawers to find your favorite lingerie set - the one you wore on your wedding night. Wearing it that night made you feel like the sexiest woman alive, and that was something you craved right now.
You spot something in the back corner of your drawer containing your pajamas, a smile coming to your face. The dark green lace stands out from the normal brightly colored lingerie pieces that you frequented when Erwin was home. You eagerly take it out of the drawer, hugging the fabric close to your chest as you nonchalantly shove other clothing items back in.
Just as quickly as you had found it, you had completely stripped from your work clothes and slid the one piece onto your body. You walked over to the giant mirror standing next to the bathroom door, standing in front of it as you looked at yourself. The piece still hugged your body in all the right places, accentuating your now much bigger chest even better than it had on your wedding night.
Feeling confident for the first time in weeks, you grab your phone and snap a quick picture, sending it to Erwin to show him what he’s missing out on. Within seconds, his name pops up on your screen as a facetime notification. You quickly accept the call as you sit on the foot of the bed. Once your husbands’ face appears on the screen, you realize just how much you truly miss him.
“You’re playing a dangerous game here, love,” he says in a low tone.
“Well, maybe if you didn’t ignore me all day I wouldn’t have to come to such drastic measures,” you say, rolling your eyes. “A simple text would’ve gotten me through the day, but instead I had to drink a bottle of wine and put on this old thing.”
“You know I would never ignore you on purpose, y/n. I was playing chauffeur to clients all afternoon. Figured I would not text and drive, since that would potentially kill everyone in the car.”
“Excuses, excuses,” you sigh.
Erwin chuckles at your childlike nature, knowing you could never truly be mad at him.
“I miss your laugh,” you say quietly.
“Just my laugh?”
“Well,” you say as a blush makes its way across your face. “I miss everything about you. Your laugh, your cooking, the way you hold me at night - hell I even miss you grabbing my ass at the most inconvenient times!”
“I miss you too, babe,” he says with another chuckle. “I most definitely miss seeing my wife in lingerie though. Lemme see it again.”
Butterflies erupt in your stomach as you hold the phone above you, scanning the camera down your body so he can see it. You feel wetness gather in between your legs when you hear him take a breath in as the camera shows him your cleavage.
“Your tits look even better this time around in that,” he says with a whistle. “I wish I could be there to rip it off of you.”
Your thighs instinctively rub together as his words make you realize just how needy you’re becoming. Erwin can see it all play out through your facial expressions - the blush on your face telling him how flustered you’re becoming just by his simple words.
“Y/N, my love,” he says lowly. “Put the phone on the night stand so I can fully see my wife’s beautiful body.”
You quickly roll your body over, leaning the phone against the lamp on the nightstand. Once the angle looks right, you back away slowly until your entire body is in view.
“Perfect,” he says with a slight sigh.
“Now what?” you ask innocently.
There’s a moment of silence as Erwin tries to collect his thoughts on the other end of the call. Seeing you lying there in your lingerie has him considering booking the next flight home, just so he can ravage you until the sun comes up. You open your mouth to respond when you hear the quiet sound of zipper on his side of the call.
“Touch yourself, y/n.”
You close your eyes as your hands begin to roam your body, trying to imagine that it’s Erwin’s hands touching you instead. His hands work to release his cock from his now tight work pants as he watches your hands move around your body, paying extra attention to your cleavage.
He watches as you pinch one of your nipples lightly, earning a whimper to escape from your mouth. His mind plays flashbacks on a loop of your tits in his mouth, his tongue swirling around the hardened nipples as you would squirm beneath him. Little things like that would have you as putty in his hands within seconds.
As one hand continues to fondle your breast, your other hand slowly makes its way down to where your craving attention the most. His eyes grow wide as he watches you spread your legs apart, your finger teasing around the edge of the fabric. Your heartbeat races as you hear his pants drop to the floor, knowing his underwear is sure to follow.
“I bet you’re fucking soaked already, aren’t you?”
You are, and even without seeing it he knows it. The power he holds over you in enough to have you dripping within seconds.
“I wanna see it, love,” he says in a rough voice.
Your body moves before your brain can comprehend whats happening. Placing pillows up against the headboard, you sit yourself up slightly to give him a full view of your entire body. He notices the wet spot on the thin fabric that covers your pussy, his cock throbbing at the sight.
“Stop teasing y/n,” he warns as your hand continues to dance around the edges of the lingerie. “I don’t want to punish you when I get home, baby.”
As much as you loved Erwin’s punishments, you loved even more when he treated you like the queen you are.
You comply with his demand, your fingers finally slipping underneath the garment. Your middle finger runs itself along your folds, collecting the slick his few simple words had created. A quiet moan escapes your lips at the contact, the noise making Erwin take his cock in his hand. The tips of your fingers make contact with your clit as you start rubbing small circles on it. The quiet moans coming from your mouth have Erwin nearly foaming at the mouth. He hasn’t heard them in weeks, and hearing them now has him bracing himself against the bathroom wall so he doesn’t fall on his knees.
“Oh, fuck, Erwin,” you moan loudly, rubbing yourself faster.
“That’s it baby. You’re doing so well.”
The little bit of praise has you on cloud nine, feeling your climax slowly approaching.
“I know you’re close baby,” he says in a gruff voice, choking back his own moans.
Erwin angles the phone so you can see him better, your eyes trained on watching him stroke his length. The sight alone almost sends you into a spiral.
“Put a finger in baby,” he commands.
Your other hand makes it way underneath the fabric, your middle finger gathering your wetness as you slowly push it in. The sudden sensation causes a loud moan to erupt from your throat, making Erwin moan loudly on the other end of the phone. The sight of you fucking youself with your fingers is enough to almost send him over the edge.
“Faster baby, I know you’re almost there.”
You insert another finger, moving both of your hands faster as you feel your climax quickly approaching.
“Fuck! Erwin! Gonna -“
“Cum for me, Y/N. Cum all over your fingers, baby.”
His demand sends you over the edge, your orgasm ripping through your body. Erwin watches as your wetness drips down your thighs, your fingers fucking yourself through it. Your mouth moaning his name over and over finally brings himself over the edge.
You’re practically panting as you watch cum shoot out from his hard cock, your name falling from his lips like a chant. As your high slowly dies down, you takes your fingers out of your pussy, quietly whimpering at the sudden emptiness. You notice tiny droplets of sweat covering Erwin’s forehead as he cleans himself up.
“Well that was-“
“I’m booking a flight home tomorrow.”
“What? Are you crazy?” you say, mouth wide in shock.
“Crazy for missing my sexy beautiful wife? Absolutely,” he says, picking up the phone to hold it as he normally would on a facetime call. “I’ll let you know when my flight is supposed to arrive.”
“Won’t your bosses get mad?”
“At this point, I truly don’t care,” he says nonchalantly. “I’ll tell them I have a sexy woman waiting back at home for me in lingerie, and I need to go take care of her needs immediately. They’ll understand.”
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dasloddl · 2 months ago
your desire to write the same trope over and over again
my desire to read the same trope over and over again
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diazami · a year ago
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I feel this in my soul
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blueicequeen19 · 6 hours ago
The Storm
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Warnings: loss of a loved one, grieving, drinking, drug use, rough unprotected sex
It's been six hours since we lost John B and Sarah to the tropical storm. Since Shoupe and his gang of idiots told us they didn't know anything or where they were. They couldn't find their bodies or the boat. My throat threatens to close up just thinking about it. I don't think I could cry anymore even if I wanted to. Pope and Kie were forced to return home with their parents whereas JJ stayed with me at the Chateau. I knew it was because he had no place else to go. I wouldn't return home to Luke Maybank either. So we sat on the couch and drank until we vomited. Then we drank some more. I'd never seen JJ cry and I quickly decided that I never wanted to see it again. It made our loss that much more real. That much more painful. How could we go back to our lives after this? School was supposed to start Monday. I snatched up the bottle of rum before I could think any further. I didn't want to do anything without my brother.
I look over to the snoring blonde next to me. His legs were pulled up and his feet tucked under my legs for warmth as he used the arm rest as a pillow. I was fairly certain he was drooling but I had no room to judge. I had to clean puke out of my hair earlier. I get up and wander down the hall to Bree's room. The smell of him hits me hard when I push the door open and tears immediately fill my eyes. I wanted to break something. Anything. This couldn't be happening. And what he said on the radio to Ward? That meant this shit wasn't over. Ward Cameron had to pay. I grab his comforter off his bed and shut the door behind me. I stumble down the hall and wrap myself in the comforter before dropping down on my bed for a long, much needed sleep to escape this nightmare.
I don't know how much time has passed when I finally peel my eyes open. I don't feel any better. My head is still groggy and aching and my mouth is beyond dry. I manage to pull myself up and take a shower, taking extra time to wash my hair and brush my teeth. At least I could make myself look put together even though my life was ruined. I rake my hands through my hair, stepping out of the bathroom to find JJ in the middle of changing, his bare ass on full display.
"Whoa, sorry." I immediately turned around, the image of his ass forever burned into my brain. JJ stays silent. My heart ached even more. I hated when other people were hurting, even if I was in pain myself. "Do you want pancakes?" I ask.
"No." JJ grumbles. I sigh. He needed to eat. So did I. There's more rummaging through things behind me when he suddenly brushes past me and goes into the bathroom, slamming the door in my face. I turn back to face the bedroom. I slept in his room last night, thinking it was my own. That's why he was changing in here.
I decide to make pancakes anyway and although he ignores them, I feel better having them ready when he does get hungry. The day drags on and JJ only comes inside to get more alcohol. I hide his keys for when he does run out. I liked getting fucked up as much as the next person but I knew we had to deal. We had to grieve.
It's dark when he comes inside, stumbling to stay upright. I watch from the couch as he goes to the table and looks for his keys. Next he checks the cabinets in case he missed a bottle. Then the fridge.
"Where are my keys?" JJ calls. I stay silent as I pop a handful of popcorn into my mouth. He comes back into the living room and throws his hands up. "Give me my keys."
"I don't have them." I lie. They were stuffed down in the couch beneath me.
"Yea? They just got up and walked away?" JJ demands, knocking stuff off the coffee table as he searches it too.
"Stop it." I say softly but he yanks my bowl of popcorn away and lifts my legs up like I'm sitting on them. "Stop it!" I squeal, swatting his hands away.
"I don't need you to take care of me. Give me my fucking keys!" JJ shouts.
"You can't drive like this. You've been drinking all day!"
"I don't care!" We both fall silent as we glare at each other, chests heaving with every breath.
"Fine," he finally say, tossing the bowl down on the couch with a scoff. ",don't get mad at me when I start bringing girls over because I can't leave." JJ turns and stomps off, slamming his bedroom door behind him. I plop down on the couch, running my fingers through my hair as I fight to calm my racing heart.
Sex sounded amazing. I wanted to feel anything but this. Anything but the loss of my brother. I look under the coffee table and spot the adult card game that one of us had bought. It was basically "Never Have I Ever" with prompts. Whoever ended up with the most cards, won. I open the game and start to read the cards, snorting at the filthier ones. I was bored so why the hell not?
Never have I ever had an orgy.
Given oral sex.
Messed around in a public place.
Spit in someones mouth.
I started to separate the cards by things I had and had not done. I don't even look up when I hear his door open and he sits on the opposite side of the couch from me with a grunt. He smelled better so he must’ve showered to sober up.
"Why are you laughing?" JJ asks, leaning forward and reading some of the cards in my "Have Not" pile.
"I'm playing Never Have I Ever with myself." I smirk, holding up my next card.
Never have I ever had sex with other people in the room.
I drop the card in my Have pile and his eyes nearly bug out.
"What?! When? With who?" JJ gasps dramatically.
"Uh, that movie night we had awhile back when I invited Jake."
"Wait. You had sex with all of us in the same room?"
"It wasn't really sex though. He just put it inside me. So it kind of counts." JJ hangs his head as he shakes it in an attempt to hide his blushing cheeks.
"Wow. I never would've guessed." JJ grumbles, grabbing the next unplayed card.
"What? I like sex as much as the next person." JJ ignores me as he shows me the next card.
Never have I ever woken up to someone giving me head.
"Uh, I've never had that happen to me but I've done that to someone else." I laugh and JJ smirks.
"You're missing out. All girls should wake up to their pussies being eaten." A shiver races up my spine as he draws the next card.
Never have I ever taken a nude selfie.
"Oh, easy. I have a whole folder on my phone." I shrug nonchalantly and JJ's jaw hangs open.
"Show me. For research purposes." JJ gives a fake cough and I can't help but laugh.
"Absolutely not! Those are private!" I exclaim but he laughs, pulling out his phone.
"Here, I'll show you one and you show me one. You did just see my ass earlier."
"Not by choice!" JJ scrolls through his phone for a moment before pausing to look at me.
"Okay, I've got mine. Your turn." I pick up my phone and hesiate for a moment.
"Wait, so are we doing full body. Or like topless?" I could feel the burning in my cheeks but I wasn't backing down from this. I wasn't a coward.
"Mine is full body." JJ shrugs and I nod. I find the perfect picture and meet his eyes.
"Okay, on the count of three. One. Two. Three." We both turn our phones to the other and both of our eyes practically bug out. He's nude but he's cupping himself so you can't see his dick and mine is from the back so you can see my bare ass. Still nude but nothing anyone hasn't already seen when I go swimming. We both burst out laughing over the fact that we played each other and we continued the game as he lights up a joint.
“I’ve never had one.” JJ says, hanging the card back to me.
Never have I ever had a hickie.
I gawk at him.
“Are you serious right now?”
“Yea! I always give them. I never receive them. Girls are usually too fucked out to return them.” He gives me a cocky grin. I stand, rising to the challenge.
“I’ll help you out then. Neck or chest?” I move around the table and JJ stares at me with wide eyes, mouth hanging open. I roll my eyes as I straddle his lap, tugging his shirt down below his collarbone. “Neck or chest, J?” I whisper and I feel him gulp, goosebumps appearing across his skin. A certain power comes over me as I plant a kiss on the base of his throat and he hums in approval. I trail my lips up his neck when I suddenly feel his hands squeeze my thighs.
“I-uh, I don’t know what I’ll do if you suck on my neck. It’s my sweet spot.” JJ’s voice is deeper, thick with need and causes butterflies to erupt in my belly.
“Here?” I place a kiss just below his ear and he nods once, hands tightening on my thighs. I suddenly feel his his erection pressing against me and it fueled me further. He wanted this too. I bite down on the flesh and he gasps as I suck a small spot into my mouth.
“Jesus, fuck!” JJ exclaims, hands moving to fist the back of my shirt, like he’s holding me to him. I tug hard on the back of his hair, forcing him to look up at the ceiling and he hisses as I keep marking his skin. His hips buck up into me and I moan.
“Y/N, stop before I do something I’ll regret.” JJ warns, yanking on the back of my hair but I don’t let up. I move my hand to the front of his throat and squeeze. I immediately feel his body relax into the couch but it doesn’t last long. JJ jumps to his feet, startling me as he holds me in his arms just to turn and drop me down on the couch. There’s fire burning in his eyes and a nice purple mark on his neck.
“You asked for this.” JJ growls, dropping to his knees and hauling my ass to the edge of the couch. He immediately latches on to my inner thigh where my shorts have rode up, his free hand squeezing the other one. Sparks race all the way down to my toes as my body buzzes with desire. I tear my shirt off and my bra, loving the way his eyes drink me in as he yanks off my shorts. I take his shirt off next and pull him up onto the couch. I feel him holding back, a questionable look on his face as I palm him through his shorts.
“Talk to me, J.” I breathe, kissing his jaw and his lips quiver.
“You’re my best friends sister. This is wrong.” JJ whispers, his fingers sliding through my slit and he groans when he feels how wet I am.
“Does it feel wrong?” I pop the button on his shorts and our lips finally meet. The last of his restraint dissolves and he shoves his shorts down, his body coming down on top of mine.
“I want you.” I moan as he starts to pull away again and a painful noice rumbles through him.
“I want you too.” JJ whispers between wet tongue filled kisses. I stroke his impressive length for a second and he hisses, bucking in my hand.
“Let’s just forget for a little while. I want to feel something else. I want to feel you inside me. Only that.” I squeeze him harder and he hisses, rubbing his fingers lazily over my clit and making me jerk.
“Condom?” JJ asks, caging me in with his arms as he hovers over me. I line him up with my entrance, keeping my legs spread wide. This was probably going to hurt with no prep but I wanted it to. I welcomed the pain.
“On the shot.” He doesn’t hesitate before he roughly pushes inside me. We both moan loudly.
His cock fills me so deeply, it steals my breath away. I must pinch my face up in discomfort because he starts to withdraw and gives slow strokes. I grasp his biceps, tilting my hips so he can drive even deeper. I start to relax and he begins to pick up the pace, jaw clenched the entire time as he looks from my face to between us where he's disappearing inside me.
"You're so tight." JJ bites out, hair in his eyes.
"Harder," I plead. "Don't stop." He abruptly sits back on his heels, pulling me with him as he angles upwards to hit my sweet spot. JJ groans, throwing his head back as he fucks me harder, keeping a brusing grip on my hips.
"Fuck, I'm going to cum but I'll keep going." JJ moans before picking up his speed, drilling into me hard and fast before releasing a loud moan of ecstasy. His pace doesn't slow and I feel myself cum, throwing my head back as I scream, my body shuddering as I turn to mush. He collapses on top of me, kissing me hard and passionately while continuing to snap his hips forward. I snag him bottom lip between my teeth as I feel another climax quickly approaching. JJ yanks away, only to flip me over and manhandle me onto my hands and knees. A firm hand on the back of my head shoves my face down into the cushion before he slams back inside me.
"Oh, shit." I cry, reaching behind me for something to hold on to. He pulls both my arms behind my back as he slams into me harder and harder, forcing my face down into the couch. I could feel the mess running down my thighs and I yelp when he slaps my ass hard.
"JJ!" I whine. I feel my eyes start to roll back just as he yanks me up against his chest, one hand around my throat and the other pushing down on my pelvis.
"Cum for me. I'm not stopping until you cream my cock. Let me fucking have it." JJ growls into my ear. I try to fight it but a choked scream flies out as I cum hard, soaking us both with a gush of fluid, my nails digging into his hips as tears fill my eyes from the overwhelming pleasure.
I feel him slam in hard once more then he stills with a satisfied groan before letting me drop back down on the couch to catch my breath. JJ pulls away and starts to clean up as I fight the powerful feeling of exhaustion. He appears in front of me in a pair of black boxers and scoops me into his arms with a satisfied smirk before leading us to his bedroom.
"I told you. Completely fucked out." I smile weakly with my cheek against his chest as he lays me down in his bed. As soon as my head hits the pillow, I'm out.
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2soulscollide · 11 months ago
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awakefor48hours · 7 months ago
I swear fanfiction authors will really just say: hey guys, sorry that this chapter came out an hour later than I planned it. I was murdered two weeks ago and just got revived. Anyway, here the chapter. Then write something that’s better than 99% of what Hollywood is putting out.
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dionysianrose · 10 months ago
Bitches are able to read hardcore bdsm porn fanfiction with a straight face but start to grin and squeak like an idiot as soon there is the smallest fluff.
That’s me, I’m bitches.
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t0m-yuu · 3 months ago
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࿐⋆ Gojo Satoru, Getou Suguru, Nanami Kento, Fushiguro Toji, Choso Kamo, Sukuna Ryomen x fem!reader
❥ Wc: 1.4k, Daddy kink, praise kink, impact play, degradation, belly bulges, creampie, orgasm denial. This is my first time writing something like this, yes I did repost it, i’m not used to it, but i do like it and i’ll definitely write something like this again.
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°•*⁀➷ Gojo Satoru — Doggystyle – ,,🍥
˚ ༘❁ཻུ۪۪♡ What can he say? he's a sucker for the classic backshots. The view is what he adores the most, the ripples of your ass whenever his hips pound upon your soft skin, his hand that pressed against the back of your neck, preventing you from moving and all you can do is take it — accept each deep jab of his cock into your drooling cunt.  
"that's it, baby, gonna give daddy another one?" he coos, lips skimming upon your neck, your delicate mewls and cries hushed by the cushion underneath you, and he chuckles, listens to your frantic babbles of his name, fingers wandering down to lazily stroke against your puffy clit, cunt gripping around his length.
He gently tugs on your hair, back dropping and head ascending from the cushion, a sheen string of saliva following suit, "mhm, fuck— yes! yes! 'M gonna cum, p-please don't stop daddy!" and who was he to refuse his pretty girls' orgasm? not when you're requesting so nicely and he's withdrawing his hold on your hair to bore his nails into your sides, hips relentlessly slapping against your ass.
°•*⁀➷ Getou Suguru — Wall Fucking – ,,🍥
˚ ༘❁ཻུ۪۪♡ It's a position you were rather hesitant of at first, what if you were to harm him in any way? Or perhaps it'll be something you wouldn't end up enjoying? But the first time he had you shoved against the cold wall of his bedroom, hips grinding and hands sinking you down his thick length, you couldn't believe that it felt this good and it wasn't as if Getou didn't enjoy it either, he loved how your body went slack in his hold as if you were placing all of your trust into him.
"c'mon look at me princess," your legs dangle over his arms, forcing your gaze to stare at him and he nearly cums at the sight of your glossy eyes peering into his own, plumped lips agape with nothing but small mewls leaving them. "feels good?" your arms circle around his neck, small nods of your head indicating that you in fact did like this, more than you intended too.
"'s good Suguru, mhm, you're so deep," he's slow with the thrusts of his hips, hands splayed against your ass as his head descends to softly gnaw and nibble on your revealed skin, "yeah? fuck you feel so good princess, clenching around me like this," gushes of your arousal dribbles down his length, lips ghosting against your ears and he groans when he feels you clamping around him, cock twitching in your snug cunt, spurts of his cum soon coating your gummy walls.
°•*⁀➷ Nanami Kento — Mating Press – ,,🍥
˚ ༘❁ཻུ۪۪♡ Nanami's all for intimacy, requires you to be close to him and so when he's got your legs almost forced to your ears, fluttering cunt wrapped around him, he couldn't help but let out a guttural moan, he loved this position, loved the fact that the both of you were as close as you could possibly be and occasionally, just sometimes, he manages to get carried away in this position, though not once do you complain.
Heavy slaps of his plump balls against your ass echo in the dim bedroom, Nanami maintaining a strong grip on the back of your knees, foreheads, and sweaty bodies pressed together. The room smelt of sex and of slight annoyance, Nanami wasn't himself when he had reached home, you could notice he was rather irritated at whatever had possibly occurred in his office.
But he knew once he was to get home, you'd be there to relieve all of his stress, nipping and licking at your neck, constructing marks he was certain would be challenging for you to cover up. "f-fucking missed this cunt, all wet, all ready just fr'me hm? d-don't think I could ever get used to that, s-shit, had such a rough day in the office, c-couldn't wait to get home and fuck this pretty cunt," it's more as he's muttering to himself, listening to your soft moans and sensing the light drag of your nails against his back, satisfied that you were able to assist him somehow.
°•*⁀➷ Fushiguro Toji — Cowgirl – ,,🍥
˚ ༘❁ཻུ۪۪♡ Fushiguro is a tease, knows that whenever the both of you were to be in this position, it'll result in you begging him to assist you, but he doesn't, he just observes as you bounce yourself on his cock, fingers caressing at your perked nipples. he loves the view of you above him, though it's not frequently you're like that, whenever you were, it was something that made Toji's cock twitch within your soppy folds, watching each drag of your cunt along his length.
"that's it, nice and slow," he relaxes his hands on the back of his head, your hands sprawled against his broad chest and he already notices how upset you were, that you require his assistance, but he wasn't going to help you, not til you're sobbing and begging for him, that's just how mean he was. Your thighs burn with each drop of your hips, tits bouncing and Toji observes the way his cock vanishes between your slick puffy folds, it wasn't enough, and the both of you knew that, but Toji wasn't budging at all.
"p-please Toji! n-not enough n-need more!" your hips grind against his, achieving a sharp inhale from the man as he's dropping his rough palms onto your sides, "yeah? my pretty girl needs help?" you're swift to nod your head, gasping when he's abruptly sinking you down on his length, clit grazing the soft hairs on his pelvis, and fuck the view of his cock pushing upon your belly was something he loved so much, his pretty girl filled with just him.
°•*⁀➷ Choso Kamo — Missionary – ,,🍥
˚ ༘❁ཻུ۪۪♡ Missionary with Choso was slow, he didn't prefer to rush and always chose this position over the many other ones just because he was able to wallow in all your expressions, observe as he's granting you the pleasure you deserve, hips flushed within your thighs, his hand interwoven with yours. Everything was so passionate, his eyes filled with nothing but admiration as he's peeking down at you— forever he would love this intimate position that makes both of your hearts thump rapidly.  
"y-you feel so good angel, fuck you're always 's good to me," he moans when you circle your legs around his waist, bringing him much closer, his hair skimming the side of your face. He's basically rutting into you at this point, he could never get used to fucking into your fluttering cunt, how it always accepted him no matter what, each roll of his hips prompting a loud moan to part his lips.
His intertwined hand never shifts from its position, dropping down to settle a kiss on your forehead, then one to your cheeks before the last one ultimately settles on your lips, eyes reeling back when he's repeatedly nudging that sweet spot that had you seeing stars. "that's it, gonna cum? gonna make a mess fr'me angel?" and when you do, he prefers to reward you by slipping out of your drooling cunt, plunging within your legs to lick and suck on your puffy clit, if it was anything, your pleasure always came first to Choso.
°•*⁀➷ Sukuna Ryomen — Full Nelson – ,,🍥
˚ ༘❁ཻུ۪۪♡  Sukuna always desired to be the one in charge, and what better way could he fuck you than to have you pushed down on his fat cock, two hands fixed on your thighs to rest against your chest, as one remained wrapped around your neck, preventing you from moving, his enormous stature also came in handy as well, permitting him to use you as he pleases, use you for his own pleasure and you were going to let him why? because there was nothing else you could do besides allow it.
Your head glances down to where the both of you were connected, arousal dripping down his chair and onto the ground below, fuck was the sight of his cock bullying its way into your little cunt so lewd. His deep grunts resonate in the dimly light room, wanting so desperately to move but you couldn't, you couldn't budge and he clearly wasn't going to allow you to. "look at this cunt drooling all over my chair, you like this? like when you're being fucked like the fucking slut you are?"  
You whimper at his harsh words, thick fingers sauntering down to stroke at your clit, his pace on you never faltering, you felt perfect rested upon his large frame, permitting him to use you whichever way he pleases, "'Kuna 'M gonna cum! 'M cumming! d-don't stop!" and when he abruptly halts his movements, you can't do anything but cry, your small hiccups prompting him to grin, he was evil, knowing you were incapable of doing anything made him chuckle against your skin, fuck was he gonna have a lot of fun playing with you.
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