#getting caught

[angelsheartts]

✩‧₊˚ I HOPE NOBODY CATCH US !! .

(but i kinda hope they catch us, anyway)

#pairing : lucifer, adam, alastor, vox x gn reader

#cw: suggestive content, +18 mdni, cuss words lmao, getting caught in suggestive situations ig?? tentacles on alastors part my bad, vox likes to get caught.

#notes: guys please feel free to ask requests, i’m getting out of ideas and i don't know what you all wanna read on my blog help.

PART ll

˖ ˚ ༘✶ LUCIFER .

you both were having a pretty steamy make-out session in your hotel room at the hazbin hotel, clearly not the best idea since everyone was still at the hotel, and HELL does lucifer gets loud.

"ah-, my love, " he whines loudly, pressing his forked tongue deep inside you. feeling him humping against your bedsheets as you wrap your legs around his neck, you knew he was close. "lucifer, you make me feel so gooood~" you moaned, grabbing his horns as you felt like your orgasm was soon to come.

well, nobody warned you how SENSITIVE this man was when someone touched his horns; his wings literally popped out in a second. "fuck, fuck, i’m so close (name); can i cum, honey ? please i-"

a door opened, making lucifer wrap his wings around you both. "(name), i heard some noises. is everything alri-" well, this was akward. "IMSOSORRYISHOULDHAVEKNOCKED" she said, embarrased, closing the door, leaving you and lucifer with a flushed red since you both literally got caught, by HIS daughter WHILE having an orgasm.

after that 'accident' charlie started knocking every time she entered your dorm, and apologised to you many times.

˖ ˚ ༘✶ ADAM .

adam can be very tiring sometimes when keeping his hands to himself, he would literally fuck you anywhere so everyone could see who makes you feel so fucking good if you would just let him, but of course you wouldn’t allow something like that.

except for today, you and adam had a meeting with the other angels so you wouldn’t have guessed that your husband had already been planning on how to convince you to do not-so-holy-things to skip the meeting.

until, you started noticing how touchy he was getting with you, at the beginning it was a playfully kiss on your neck then a slap in you ass and somehow you ended up giving him a blowjob.

"you’re so hot when you shut the fuck up" he said, smirking while gripping your hair tightly to make you go deeper. "fucking bitch, sucking it while having you on your knees, as you fucking should 'cause im the original dick, babe!" letting him talk to you like that reeallyy turned him on, just the thought of you being so obedient to him makes him want to cum.

"what the fuck" a voice made you both turn, noticing a lute with a very disgusted look in her face cursing at you both for being so reckless.

sadly this wasn’t the first time lute walked in on you both, so she just left LMAO.

˖ ˚ ༘✶ ALASTOR .

alastor tries to have the least amount of physical contact during such activities, so it wasn’t a rare occasion for you to finger yourself, while listening to his voice telling you what to do.

you didn’t really know if it was because you were bored, or you were just horny, but you had the urge to have some intimacy with alastor. he didn’t mind because it had been a long time since you both had some intimacy.

"you have been such a good partner, my dear” he praised, smirking widely like he always did. "I think it would only be fair if i give you something in return."

well, that was 15 minutes ago, and now here you were feeling his tentacles thrusting into you so roughly. alastor would only chuckle at your expressions while ocassionaly telling you to touch yourself as he wanted. seeing you trying to get some release made his bulge twitch inside his pants.

well, at least it made it twitch until someone interrupted you both, making your partner disappear the tentacles who were just inside you a few seconds ago.

angel dust was the one who accidentaly walked in on you both, and alastor told him if he ever talked or made jokes about what happened he would transmite his screams on his radio broadcoast. angel dust still teases you though.

˖ ˚ ༘✶ VOX .

vox actually wants you both to get caught, like he really has no shame at all. he loves fucking you if it means that you both might get caught in the act.

sadly, you can’t even recall how you ended up with him having you bend over his desk right before a meeting with the VEES.

surely, you both could have stopped if you wanted, but why would you even consider that when he’s literally vibrating just in the right spot, making you fuzzy from the overstimulation.

"fuck, yeah" your boyfriend's voice is shaky as he keeps thrusting in you, seeing how his cum rolls down your thighs, makes him increase his pace. "you really want us to get caught, don’t you, babe? squeezing me around as if i would even think about fucking pulling it out" he says chuckling with a slight glitch on his voice. "ah- vox, it’s too much i-" vox slapped your ass, making you yelp from pleasure as you were feeling so overwhelmed.

both of you being so close to your orgasm, didn’t noticed when velvette and valentino entered the room until velvette shouted at you both for fucking like animals, and not waiting until being in a more private place, alongside her was just a valentino smirking, while being dragged by velvette. valentino would have been glad to accept the offer if you would have invited him though.

#lucifer x reader #adam x reader #alastor x reader #vox x reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #lucifer smut #adam smut #alastor smut #vox smut #hazbin hotel smut #getting caught #hazbin hotel fanfiction #lucifer morningstar #hazbin hotel lucifer #hazbin hotel adam

[coquettexnightz]

| Innocent Enemy |

Finn Shelby X Oswald Mosleys daughter!Reader

( WARNING: 18+ content, Raw sex, loss of virginity, breeding kink, enemies to lovers, innocent! Reader, mean! Finn, exhibition kink, cream-pie, getting caught, superiority complex, barely a hint of Michael Gray, etc. )

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Finn only hated the girl because he was told to. She was barely younger than him, only by a couple of months, but she was Oswald Mosleys daughter. So, she was not exactly an enemy in public. She was more of a foe, especially when she was catching on to Tommy Shelby’s plan.

But despite his hate for her, he grew jealous as he watched his cousin, Michael Gray, trap her in a corner with a smirk on his face. He curled a piece of her hair around his finger, blowing his cigarette smoke above her head.

She wasn’t exactly uncomfortable, because Michael Gray was undeniably good looking. But there was two problems. One, he was married. And two? Well, Y/n hated to admit it…but she was sweet on Finn Shelby, the youngest Shelby brother. Her favorite. Even if he acted like he hated her.

But where did it all start? Well—

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Finn had come into his brothers house late, drunk. Not noticing that Tommy was currently in a tense meeting with Sir Oswald Mosley.

Fortunately, he didn’t bother them at all. Only— Mosley’s teenage daughter. Who was sitting on the couch, one leg propped up on the couch, her knee pressed against her chest. Her heels long gone to wherever she had kicked them.

Finn stood in the doorway, leaning on it as he stared at her in silence. Her head was laid onto the head of the choice, making Finn want to walk up and wrap his hand around her thin throat.

Y/n was extremely tired, she had been waiting almost an hour for her dear father to end the meeting. She only came because she believed it would be quick, as all of his other meetings with the Shelby’s typically were.

Now, this particular occurrence was before the attempted assassination on Sir Mosley.

“Tired?” Finn spoke up with a smirk, sticking his hands in his pockets. Y/n slowly looked forward, taking her head off of the couch. She simply stared at him, her hair slightly falling into her tired, pouty face. “It ain’t safe to fall asleep here…y’never know what someone may do to someone like you.” Finn spoke mischievously.

Y/n sighed tiredly, rubbing her face gently. She dropped her leg back down onto the couch, her legs parting, “Someone like me? Is that supposed to be an insult, Mr. Shelby?” She mumbled, her eyes closed as she dropped her head back onto the couch. “I do believe I am quite the good girl. My Daddy says so many times per day.” She hummed with her eyes remaining closed.

This particular act had shown Finn that she was not afraid of him, which made him angry. He clenched his jaw and began making quick but quiet strides over to her. Why do his brothers get to have all of the fun? He thought.

Y/n had yet to notice him, only opening her eyes out of shock when he forced his knee in between her thighs. “Hey!—,” She began, almost catching the attention of her father who was just in the other room.

But Finn lunged forward, too drunk for his own good as he gently but firmly gripped her jaw and tilting her head upward to stare into his darkened eyes. “Yer cute…acting as if you aren’t afraid of me.” Finn laughed bitterly.

She pouted, “I’m not.” She replied with no hesitation.

Finn breathed outward deeply from his nose, “I could shoot you right now, I could do anything I see fit to you. You’re just a small, little…spoiled posh girl.”

Y/n brought her smaller hand up to hold softly onto Finns wrist, “So are you. We’re the same.” She whispered sweetly. “We are both children of God, are we not?” She spoke so innocently, making Finn bite his lip and loll his neck.

—

And that was their first impressions on each other.

Now, they were once again at Tommy’s house. Michael only being there for the meeting with Tommy, Arthur, and Oswald Mosley.

Oswald had picked Y/n up from her Catholic private school just fifteen minutes before their arrival. Her uniform had long dried by then but her hair was still damp and lying in her face.

Making her more attractive as she stared nervously up at Michael through her eyelashes. Michael glanced over his shoulder and sent Finn a smirk, causing the younger boy to come storming over.

Michael at least expected for his cousin to say something, but Finn only slid his hand through the small gap in between their bodies and grabbed Y/n’s wrist.

Y/n made no attempt to pull away from Finn, simply letting him drag her down the halls and up the stairs of Tommy’s manor. She didn’t even question him as he pulled her into a bedroom, but not just any bedroom. Tommy’s bedroom.

Finn didn’t bother to lock the door, dragging her toward the bed and giving her a gentle shove. She fell on her butt, onto the edge of the bed. She stared at up Finn blankly, her hands conveniently placed perfectly in her lap.

Meanwhile, Finn knew nothing of Personal space, standing so, very close to Y/n. So close that his crotch was almost in her face, but if the seemingly innocent girl had noticed, she sure hadn’t made any indication that she did.

“Yes, Finn?” Her voice came out so softly that Finn couldn’t resist the urge to pick her up and toss her higher onto the bed.

She yelped in surprise as he did just that, Finn crawling toward her. Subconsciously, she spread her legs for him, making him smirk. “Mm…Already so obedient, eh?” He teased, placing his hands on her knees.

Y/n remained silent, staring up at him with doe eyes as he slowly slid his hands down the soft skin of her legs until he reached her ankles.

Finn placed his legs on her own, keeping her pinned down onto the bed by her lower half. Finn took it upon himself to grab the hem of her dark, plaid school skirt and slide it up her legs. Revealing a short, ruffly under skirt, matching with white garters that had a bow on the back of each.

Finn groaned, “You wear this to school?” He wondered, leaning down and rubbing his nose softly against the sensitive skin of her neck.

Y/n shivered slightly, nodding with a pout, “Daddy bought a whole set of ‘em for me.” She mumbled, embarrassed.

“Course’ he did.” Finn chuckled in response. “I hate to say it but— it’s time to take them off for the day.” He spoke huskily, his fingers working to unbuckle the garters.

Once he had successfully done so, he ever so slowly rolled each sheer sock like tights down her legs. Throwing each across the room before moving his hands up to the hem of her skirt. He held in a laugh when he realized the zipper was on the back.

He gave her no warning, lifting his body weight off of her before speedily flipping her onto her stomach. He stood on his knees, quickly unzipping her skirt and pulling it down her butt, along with her cotton panties.

“Fuck, can already see how soaking you are, Love.” Finn licked his lips, placing one hand on the small of her back, slipping his hand into her light pinkish white blouse.

“Finny?” Y/n breathed out, resting her cheek on her crossed arms. Finn only hummed in response, moving to flip her over for the last time in order to unbutton her thin blouse. “I am a virgin.”

Finn looked into her eyes, leaning down to kiss her lips softly. “I’ve known.” He informed her lowly as he unbuttoned each button leisurely. His free hand running through her now dry, soft hair.

Once the two teens were fully undressed, lying together as if they were a puzzle, Finn promised himself that he would make Y/n cry. If she had yet to be afraid of him, then he’d use his power in this situation to make her cry and beg. That way, he could imagine that she was practically terrified of him.

“So much for being Daddy’s good little girl, right? Now? You’re my little girl.” Finn whispered contently as he sucked and licked her neck. Y/n let out a moan as Finn grabbed his cock, rubbing his tip in between her sticky, virgin folds. “I’ve never ‘ad a virgin.” Finn mumbled against her swollen and bitten lips. “S’gonna hurt.”

But he gave her no time to process this, very slowly pushing in, inch by inch. A sly grin was plastered on his face as she began whimpering in pain, her eyes tearing up. “Finn, it hurts.” She began to cry, leaning up off of the mattress, sliding her arms around his neck.

“I told you it would, Silly girl.” He teased quietly, his eyes slightly rolling back as he bottomed out. “Fuck.” He tried his damndest to stay in place, but as Y/n wriggled below him, he wanted so badly to slam into her repeatedly.

Y/n gasped, “Move, move. Please, Finn.” She spoke desperately all of a sudden, catching Finn off guard.

Finn didn’t need to be told twice, slowly pulling out, looking down to be met with his blood coated cock. He gripped the fat of her hips as he thrusted into her tight, hot walls. “You’re so tight. But so dirty, letting Daddy fuck you in a gangsters bed.” Finn chuckled, Y/n crying out and trying her best to pull him closer to her.

“M’sorry— just…please? Please go faster?” She begged hopelessly, her hand moving up to his hair.

Finn did just that, his hips slamming into hers. If anyone were to stand outside of the room, they’d hear the mutual moans and cries from both parties, along with the wet squelching and slapping of skin.

It was so lewd. So nasty. So risky. How could she lose her cherished virginity to a Peaky Blinder Gypsy and let her maidenhead blood bleed out onto the white sheets of the boss’ bed.

Y/n knew it was a sin, but she couldn’t help it. It felt too good as Finn slammed into her. Finn let out a louder, deeper moan, still thrusting in but slightly slower now as his hands flew down to Y/n’s plush thighs. He gripped them, practically throwing her legs around his waist.

Due to the lack of stability, Y/n’s body was sliding up and down the bed.

“Feels s’good!” Y/n cried out, accompanied by Finns even louder and careless moans. Neither seemed to realize that everyone in the house could hear them from all the way upstairs.

“Yeah?” Finn softly spoke. “It’d feel even better if I came deep, deep into your little tummy. Filling you with Shelby babies? Gypsy babies. Would you like that?” Finn cooed, sliding his hand under her body. His hand splayed out on the middle of her back, pulling her upward so that they could be chest to chest as the two grew closer and closer.

“Yes, yes.” Y/n nodded blissfully, not even understanding what was going on. “Fill me, Finny.”

“Oh, I will. Then when you swell up with my baby, you’ll have to marry me. No matter what happens.” Finn grinned widely, cutting himself off with an unexpected groan as Y/n clenched on him. “She’s practically sucking me in, Love. Just asking to be fed.”

As they neared, so did Mosley and Tommy. Curious as to where the yells and cries were coming from.

Y/n wrapped her arms tightly around Finns neck as he slowed his pace. He slowly pushed in and out of her, one arm wrapped around her back, his other free hand cradling her head in order to keep in the crook of his neck.

“I can feel how close you are, just let it go. Then I will too, and you’ll be full to the brim with my babies.” Finn whispered, placing endless kisses to the side of her head, rubbing the back of her head with his thumb.

Y/n nodded, her jaw slack as she rested her almost limp head on Finn’s.

Finn sped up in his last few seconds worth of thrusts. And just as both teens felt their climax come flying forward, the bedroom door flew open. For Mosley had thought that someone was hurting his sweet little girl, judging by the cries that were heard from just outside the door.

But as him and Tommy stopped midway through the room, their eyes landed on Finn and Y/n. Bare naked, not even bothering to cover up with the sheets as they fucked.

The two noticed the older men immediately, and despite their embarrassment, Finn couldn’t seem to stop his hips from moving. Riding out their highs as tears flowed down Y/n’s cheeks. Finn focusing on pushing his cum deep into her womb.

“Well…it seems as if we may need to arrange a ceremony?” Mosley began with a smirk as the teens settled down. Tommy glared at Mosley for a short second, making the man shrug. “What? I can’t let people think my daughter’s innocence was taken before her wedding night.” Mosley snickered happily.

#smut #18+ content #18+ minors dni #fanfiction #breeding k1nk #peaky blinders #peaky fucking blinders #finn shelby #michael gray #finn shelby x reader #1920s #enemies to lovers #superiority complex #exhibition kink #getting caught #finn shelby smut #michael gray x reader #oswald mosley #peaky blinder imagine #peaky blinder fanfic #peaky fookin blinders #tommy shelby #kinktober 2023 #coquette #lana del rey #nympette #nymph3t #nymph aesthetic #nymphcore #sweet little nymph

[darkeralmond]

reader x conrad fisher where she/yn is belly’s bff and has been coming with them to cousins for the past couple summers.. one summer things change between yn and conrad and they kiss on the last night but she says they can’t (obviously bcos she knows how belly feels about him) next summer tho she gives in and they start secretly dating/hooking up and then belly finds out — v angsty with maybe some smut 💗

by far one of my favorite requests, anon! thank u sm for the request!! i love u sm!! ❤️❤️

Dead To Me

Conrad x fem! Reader

synopsis: conrad confessed the y/n last summer about how much he liked her, but y/n told him that they couldn’t date. this summer, the night when belly goes out with cam to a drive in movie, y/n finally decides she wants to be with conrad but only in secret. when y/n and conrad are getting hot and heavy at nicole’s party, belly walks in…

warnings: 18+, underage drinking, light smut, vulgar language, y/n playing the victim, angst

word count: 2.7k

a/n: i got a bit carried away, but this shit was SO FUN TO WRITE OML!! I laughed, I loved, and I cried when writing this. thank u sm anon for suggested this, I think this is one of the best works I’ve written in a while.

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Cam parked in front of the house and looked over at Belly before glancing back at you. “You girls ready?” he asked with a smile on his face.

Belly turned back to you and nodded her head confidently. “Let’s go,” she said. You hopped out of the backseat and linked arms with Belly. Cam the two of you like a lost puppy as you and Belly both strutted into the house confidently. You held your chin up high as you walked up through the front door.

Loud music blared from the speakers when the three of you entered. There were people everywhere drinking and getting high. “Belly!” a girl called out to her. She ran up to Belly and hugged her tightly while squealing.

Seeing how happy Belly was with this other girl sparked jealousy in you. It made it seem like she’d be fine without you. Belly then let go and turned to you. “Y/N, this is Nicole! She’s my older deb sister!”

Nicole. You knew that name. It was the name of the girl Conrad took to the deb ball previously. “Hi,” you faked a smile. You spoke in a honeyed voice to throw Belly and Nicole off.

“Y/N! I’ve heard so much about you!” Nicole held out her hand to shake. You hesitantly took it and gave it a firm shake before quickly letting go. Something about her seemed fake, and you weren’t saying that only because of her association with Conrad. “Let’s go get some cake!” She grabbed Belly’s hand and dragged her off, leaving you standing alone.

“Well, great,” you muttered to yourself as you looked around for anyone to talk to. Jeremiah was on the couch flirting to some guy you didn’t know and Steven was just running around getting drunk. Your blood boiled as the feeling of loneliness settled in.

You needed a drink to wash away this feeling of anger. You slivered through everyone, making a beeline to the kitchen to find any sort of alcohol. Your eyes landed on the Pink Whiteley bottle on the counter. Something to wash it all away. You popped the bottle open and poured it into a red solo cup. You then started sipping on it while examining the people in the kitchen.

That’s when you met his gaze from across the room. He drank out of a beer bottle while staring at you. You wouldn’t… not with him. Not on Belly’s birthday. But Belky was occupied with her other friends, she wouldn’t notice if you disappeared.

Your eyes shot a look over to the stairs as you jerked your head over. He caught your gist and immediately stopped his conversation with the group he was talking to.

You couldn’t hear what he said to them, the word you could read off his lips was “bathroom”. You then snuck through the crowd and up the stairs. A minute or two later, he ran up the stairs to meet you at the top.

LAST SUMMER

You sat on the beach next to Conrad as the two of you stared out at the waves. “What’s it like…?” you asked, looking over at him.

He chuckled, “What’s what like?”

“You know… sophomore year.” You had been pretty nervous for your sophomore year, it was all you and Belly had talked about this summer. “Everyone says it’s way harder than freshman year and I’m really nervous.”

“Oh,” he smiled. He looked over at you, something about his blue eyes made your heart flutter. No, stop. This was your best friend’s crush. “Nah, it’s pretty much the same. Just have to take a couple APs and a few state tests.” He placed his hand on yours as he said, “You’ll be fine. You’re smart enough to make good decisions.”

Conrad then squeezed your hands. You felt a surge of electricity run up your arm and straight to your chest. You never realized how badly you wanted to hold his hand until now.

As the two of you sat there you thought about how wrong this felt. You had always felt this way about Conrad, you had always wanted to tell Belly, but she beat you to it. He always managed to give you an amazing feeling that you had to deny. Belly suggested you should get with Jeremiah since she thought he would be perfect for you, but you didn’t want to.

You always thought about Conrad. You thought about how cute he was, but it wasn’t just his cuteness either. Conrad really knew what he did and was confident in himself in ways no one ever had before.

“Y/N, can I tell you something?” he scooted closer to you to the point where your shoulders touched.

You froze, “Uh, sure.”

Conrad sighed softly and leaned toward you, his breath tickling your ear. His words sent shivers down your spine. They sounded almost seductive. “I like you. Like, I think about you constantly. Like, sometimes I dream about you when I’m awake. Like, all the time.” He pulled away and rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “Sorry if that was weird, I don’t normally say things like that.”

The world fell silent around you. Even though there was nothing but crashing waves, the air felt charged. You looked down to where your feet were buried in the cool early morning sand. You could feel the warm blush spread over your cheeks. You bit your lip nervously.

“I really like you too,” you finally breathed out. “But we can’t be together.” You couldn’t meet his eyes anymore. Not when you knew what kind of expression he was giving you. If you glanced up right now you would make you feel even more guilty.

“What do you mean?” he sounded confused. Obviously he was, he probably didn’t know rejection like this. That’s if you could even consider your answer rejection.

“Belly…”  you swallowed, your mouth feeling incredibly dry. The words stuck in your throat. Your thoughts raced, trying to conjure the sentence together. “She…she likes you. She’s liked you ever since she was 10. I can’t do this to her. It’ll hurt her”

Conrad was quiet for a moment. “I don’t care about that, I care about you, Y/N.” Your heart sank. “I want to at least try.”

There was another long pause. You felt the tension build between you. “No,” you whispered softly. “I don’t think we should.” You didn’t want to hurt Belly. You just felt so conflicted about this whole thing. You stood up, your hand fell out of his. “I’m sorry, but I can’t do this to her.”

You walked back to the beach house, taking long and quick steps. He called your name repeatedly, but you didn’t listen. You were a better friend than that.

THE BEGINNING OF THIS SUMMER

“Y/N,” Belly said as she walked into your guys’ shared bedroom. “I need to tell you something.”

You looked up at her while taking a sip of your Coke. “What?” You placed the can down on the nightstand, kicking your feet as they hung off the bed.

She plopped down next to you and put her hands on your thigh. “Well,” she had an enlarged smile on her face as her cheeks flushed red. “You remember Cam, right?” You nodded your head which warranted her to say, “He asked me out on a date!”

You gasped, grabbing her hands quickly as you turned your body to face her. “Oh, my God!” The two of you squealed and bounced with joy. “Belly, this is huge! Your first date!”

Her eyes sparkled happily as she gushed about her date. Her excitement was contagious; you also couldn't stop smiling. “Yeah! I need you to help me pick out an outfit for tonight.”

Your smile then faded a bit, “Wait, date tonight? Bells, who am I gonna hang out with?”

She shrugged, “You can hang out with the boys while I’m gone. I think conrad’s staying in..”

Right, she doesn’t know. You sighed, looking away from her. You were on the fence of telling her about what happened last summer, but you couldn’t. Not when she was this happy.

You took a deep breath in and met her gaze again. “Alright, but you have to promise you’ll tell me everything when you get back.” You grabbed her shoulders and shook them excitedly.

“Ok, ok.” She laughed as she got up. “Now, help me pick something out!”

Later that night, you laid on her bed. She still wasn’t back and you were feeling lonely. Not just because Belly wasn’t here, but you wanted to be with Conrad. You had since last summer, you knew it was the right time to finally do so. Belly had a crush on someone who wasn’t Conrad. You knew what you had to do…

You had to talk to Conrad.

You rolled out of her bed and snuck down the hall to his bedroom. The rooms felt closer than usual as you lunged for his room. You held your fist up to knock, but you froze. You couldn’t move anything. There was an invisible force holding you in place. It felt like you were being held against your will.

The door swung open and there stood Conrad in front of you. He looked a little bit disheveled. His hair had fallen down, covering some of his face. “Oh, hey,” he said while looking down at you, running his fingers through his hair in an effort to fix it.  “Did you… uh… need something?” he stepped aside and motioned for you to come into his room.

“Yeah actually,” you replied quietly as you followed him in. He went over to his bed where he sat down, tuning his guitar. You sat down in the rolly chair by his desk and patted your hands against your thighs. After a few minutes, you cleared your throat. “Listen, I wanted to talk about last Summer.”

Conrad looked up from his guitar for a second. “Sure. What about it?”

You bit your lip nervously. “I think we should do it.”

His head snapped up. “What?”

“Belly’s going out with Cam now and she’s lost interest in you,”  you spoke slowly, unsure of where this conversation was headed. “And, well, I like the idea of being together.”

A nervous grin spread across his lips. “So we can do it?”

You nodded, “Yeah. We can do it, but only in secret.”

He smiled brightly, leaning his guitar against the wall. “Are you sure?” He asked, staring into your eyes intently.

“Positive,” you answered.

PRESENT

He lifted you by your waist onto the dresser before placing his lips on yours passionately. You felt every muscle in your stomach twitch. He kissed you deeply, making sure to pull you closer to him. As his fingers brushed against your chest, you gasped lightly.

Part of you felt guilty for hooking up with Conrad while Belly was just downstairs. Part of you felt angry for the way Belly ditched you to hang out with her “better friends”. Part of you felt scared that Belly would catch you two in the act of hooking up. Part of you liked the adrenaline that came from hooking up in secret. It made things more exciting between you and Conrad, and it sure as hell created more sexual tension.

As you pressed yourself closer to him, your hands found their way under his shirt. His skin was smooth and tanned. He hummed against your lips as your hands traced his skin.

He pulled away and quickly locked his lips onto your chin, leading down to your neck. His tongue trailed along it as he sucked lightly on a spot. You let out a small moan at the sensation. A shiver ran down your spine at his touch. You ran your fingers through his silk hair as he began to suck harder at your skin.

“Conrad…” you moaned, running your fingers through his hair again. He growled low. “Please,” you begged as you tugged gently at his hair. You tried to take control of the situation, but he wouldn’t let you. Instead, he took over.

You felt your mind slip into darkness for a few moments as you felt him press kisses to the side of your neck. His hands then moved to your breasts, caressing them gently. Your body jolted at the unexpected pleasure.

His hands were warm against your skin as they rubbed up and down the sides of your breasts slowly. His breath huffed against your neck as he began sucking hard. His teeth lightly grazed the skin causing your entire body to shake.

“What the fuck?” a voice yelled. You opened your eyes as Conrad quickly let go of you. Belly stood there with her mouth wide open, her eyebrows lowered as she stared at you two. “Y/N, are you fucking serious?!”

Conrad was frozen in fear. “Belly, let me explain!” You quickly hopped off the counter and approached her.

“You’re hooking up with Conrad?!” she yelled.

Conrad glanced down at you, “I think I should…”

“No! You’re staying right there!” She pointed at him as she cut him off. “Y/N, were you going to tell me?”

“I-I wanted to tell you earlier, but you were too happy talking about Cam,” you stuttered. “I didn’t want to hurt you by telling you!”

She scoffed, “You wanna know what hurts? You hooking up with Conrad to begin with!”

Your jaw tightened as you glared at her. “It shouldn’t matter now! You’re gonna end up dating Cam anyways!” You were starting to get upset as she stood in front of you with her arms crossed.

Her eyebrows raised in anger. “Don’t bring Cam into this! You know exactly why I don’t want you hooking up with Conrad.” She stared at you as she saw your expression turn even more guilty.

She noticed as Conrad turned his attention away from her. “You fucking told him, didn’t you?” You stayed silent, just staring at her. She scoffed, “Of course you did.” She let in a long inhale, she was on the verge of tears.

She shook her head as she paced around the room. You had never seen her this hurt before, you didn’t know how to react. She took in a long inhale. “How long…?” She turned to face you. “How long have you been hooking up?”

You frowned, “We started hooking up the night you left with Cam...”

She walked toward you while grasping onto her hair like she could pull it out. “Is this some kind of sick joke?!” Her voice cracked at the end as her fists clenched at her sides. “Why?! Why would you do this to me?!”

You flinched. “I like him, Belly. He likes me.”

“Oh yeah?” She was crying now, from a mixture of sadness or anger. “You’re dead to me…” She made her way to the door to leave.

“Belly,” you called out to her. “You don’t mean that…”

Her eyes flickered back towards you, “We both know I fucking mean it.” She turned and slammed the bedroom door shut.

You stood there, tears falling down your face as you turned to face Conrad. You could see the hurt and regret in his eyes. He opened his mouth to speak but stopped himself. He seemed hesitant to say anything.

When he finally decided to speak, he sounded almost ashamed. “This wasn’t my intention.” He looked away from you then.

You walked up to him and hugged him tightly. “I know…” You sighed, “Belly’s just heart broken.” You cried harder, “I’m such a bad friend!”

“Don’t say that” His arms snaked themselves around your waist as you buried your face in his shoulder. “I hate that this is how she finds out about us.”

“Me too,” you sobbed. This whole thing was a mistake. Not telling Belly was a mistake. You should’ve just been honest. Conrad rubbed his hand up and down your back as you cried. “I wanna go home…”

“I can drive you back to the beach house,” Conrad suggested.

“No,” you looked up at him. “I want to go home.”

#conrad fisher x y/n #conrad fisher #conrad fisher smut #conrad fisher x reader #secret dating #getting caught #smut fanfiction #angst imagine

[squoxle]

Your bio says I can request a fantasy if my own so here goes one…

“CAN EYE SUQ YAUR BO00OB?”

Ummm…I think I know what u want 😏 (this is a little different from my usual, but why not lol)

"𝒯𝑜𝓊𝒸𝒽 𝑀𝑒 𝐿𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝒯𝒽𝒾𝓈" ~ 𝐻𝓎𝓊𝓃𝒿𝒾𝓃 𝒻𝒻 𝟣𝟪+

🎵pairing: SKZ Hyunjin!bf x Reader!gf | 🎵wc: 1.1k | 🎵summary: Your boyfriend Hyunjin is obsessed with playing with your tits. |🎵cw: 🔞MDNI!! Pure smut…but mostly just tit fondling and hardcore making out...♫⋆｡♪ ₊˚♬ ﾟ.

You joined Hyunjin at the dance studio to watch him practice. A lot of times Hyunjin just wanted to dance for fun, but he also really liked when you joined him. To be honest, you weren't as good of a dancer as he was, but you knew how to at least keep up with him.

"Damn..." Hyunjin swore under his breath as you entered the studio.

"What?" you asked as you watched Hyunjin run his fingers through his fluffy hair.

"I kinda wish we would've stopped for coffee," he said sucking his teeth.

"I can go get some for you if you want it that badly," his eyes shot up at your comment.

"Really?!"

"Sure," you giggled.

"Here's my card," he said before pulling out his wallet. "Just go to the coffee shop in the lobby. You can get yourself something too," he smiled.

"Alright, I'll be right back," you waved before leaving your boyfriend behind in the studio.

You ordered Hyunjin an iced americano and got yourself an iced peach tea. You heard music playing as you made your way back to the studio. You walked in and sat against the mirror, next to the Bluetooth speakers connected to Hyunjin's phone.

"Oooh," Hyunjin smiled bouncing over to grab his drink. "Thank you~" he said cutely before kissing you on the cheek, making you giggle.

“What’d you get,” he said plopping down next to you.

“I couldn’t decide between a matcha latte and a strawberry frappe so I just got peach tea,” you said before sipping your drink.

“How do you come from a frappe and a latte to peach tea,” Hyunjin chuckled.

“You already know I’m indecisive,” you smiled nudging his shoulder.

“Hmm yeah. Well, I think I’m ready to dance again,” Hyunjin said before jumping to his feet and extending a hand towards you.

“Umm…what do you think you’re doing,” you raised a brow.

“Indirectly asking my lovely girlfriend to dance with me,” he smiled harshly showing nearly every tooth in his mouth.

You sighed and grabbed his hand as he pulled you to your feet.

☆Now Playing: Company - Justin Bieber ☆

01:13 ━━━━●───── 03:28 ᴠᴏʟᴜᴍᴇ : ▮▮▮▮▮▮

link to the dance you did>>obviously the first duo

Hyunjin played Company from his phone, a choreography that you two had practiced a few times, but never done it completely right.

You watched yourself in the mirror as you copied Hyunjin’s moves. You danced closer to the mirror for the first few movements before stepping back to dance right next to him. There was a part where you stood in front of Hyunjin while he was down on one knee. The next move was for him to grab your hand and ease his way up your body, but he took a moment to pause at your boobs. He shook his face between your tits before rising to his feet.

You gave him a dirty look as you followed through to the next step of wrapping your leg around him for a spin. Instead of just grabbing the back of your leg, you could feel his hands caress your ass before sliding down to the normal position.

You could feel the sexual tension rising as you saw the smirk on his face. You smiled and shook your head as you continued the dance. The next few step were separate from each other, but when it was time for him to dance behind you, you weren’t surprised when he grabbed your boobs in his hands.

“Ahhh! Hyunjin! Focus,” you laughed.

You could hear his little snickers from behind as he followed you to the floor for the next step. Hyunjin decided to “improvise” by grinding himself against you before pushing himself off of you. You smirked as you did the next move, pushing yourself back on the floor as he walked closer to you, before rising to your feet.

He placed his fingers on your chin and pulled you in for a kiss. It was quick as he went into the next move, dancing with you in his arms.

At this point you could tell that Hyunjin had given up on the dance and was now just concerned with getting his lips on your body.

He held your face in his hands as he met your lips. “Touch me like this,” you said as you gently pulled away moving his hands from your face to your ass. You watched the lustful smirk appear on Hyunjin’s face as he grabbed your ass in one hand and wrapped your waist in the other. He fell into your neck, kissing everything from your lips to your jaw to your neck.

The song played continuously in the background as Hyunjin turned your body around, putting your ass against him. Now, you were facing the mirror. You watched as he wrapped one hand around your throat and the other traveled from between your legs to his favorite spot, your tits.

He massaged your boob in his hands as he fell into your lips, inserting his tongue as you grinded your ass against him. You felt as he started to slowly move his hips forward with your movements.

You were enjoying this so much you accidentally moaned in his mouth. He stopped to look at you before walking you over to the bench where you straddled him, feeling his hard-on against your folds. He pulled up your shirt, revealing your tits that he eagerly bit into while gripping your ass.

You knew it was about to get dirty quick so you pulled your shirt completely off, exposing your bra. Hyunjin smiled and reached his hands around your back to unhook your bra. The straps hung lazily around your shoulders as Hyunjin enjoyed your nude breasts.

*Click*

The sound of the door opening nearly made you turn around in shock, but Hyunjin stopped you, by pulling you tightly into his chest.

“Woah! What’s going on in here?” Felix said as he entered the room. “I thought you said you were practicing the dance today,” he continued.

“Hehe…I was…but umm…could you give us a second,” Hyunjin nervously stumbled over his words.

“Sure, mate. Just so you know the others are coming up here too,” Felix chuckled before opening the door. “Don’t worry I’ll let you know when the get close,” he whispered before stepping out.

Both of you let out a relieved sigh.

“That was really close,” you said as you fastened your bra.

“Yeah, and we were just getting started,” Hyunjin added as he reached down to pick up your shirt.

He helped by pulling it over your head as you wiggled your arms through. Hyunjin reached around to pull your hair out.

“Oh hey guys! What took you so long?” You heard Felix shout coupled with other chatter.

“We’ll finish this when we get back home,” Hyunjin said as he kissed your cheek before running to open the door.

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[wandasfifthwife]

getting caught

— lara croft x fem!reader

summary: You, Jonah, and Lara touched down in Cozumel, Mexico. You start to show Lara how much you’ve missed her when Jonah interrupts you two.

tw: suggestive content (18+), established relationship, bottom reader/top Lara, fluff, light smut (not all the way since Jonah interrupts you), HER HAIR IS DOWN (this is important to list), not proofread

a/n: I love this woman, and if you do too I hope you enjoy this! There’s just something about her being fully dressed while you’re undressing— I… 🤪🤍 ITS NOT PROOFREAD so ignore spelling/grammar mistakes please.

༺ lara croft m.list ༻

Your hair drips onto your back as you walk out from the shower. You find Lara, sitting at the end of the bed with her back facing you as she nesses around with her camera. You set the towel down on the bathroom counter, mumbling her name. She hums in acknowledgment, but doesn’t look away from her camera. You huff, coming up and pressing a kiss to her neck.

She makes no move to engage in your efforts, turning slightly to you to begin spewing her findings from the day. An amusing smile forms on your face at her chatter. You walk in front of her to promptly straddle her.

She continues her rambling as you kiss deeper at her neck. You stop to face her, wrapping your arms around her, hands coming up to lazily play with her hair.

She stumbles with her speech when you lean close and softly kiss her. Her hands hold your face, deepening the kiss. You make a sound when she parts. She adjusts you so you’re comfortable sitting on her leg.

You moan when she kisses you again, and the sound has her heart racing. She pulls your hips down onto her thigh and you jolt at the feeling of her pants on your clothed heat.

You circle your hips, continuing to make out with her. You pant against her lips. She slides her hands under your shirt and you shiver at the feeling of her cold hands.

“Lara,” you whine, “need you.”

She tugs at your shirt, so you lean back and allow her to lift your shirt off. She pulls you down for another kiss. You place your hands over hers, moving them down onto your hips.

The fabric of her pants on you has you in pure bliss, whimpering into her mouth. The sounds you make has her eyes beginning to cloud over. She breaks, kissing your neck.

“What do you want,” she murmurs into your skin.

She looks into your eyes, holding your hips still to allow your mind to clear up. Your head falls onto her shoulder.

“Want you to touch me.”

Lara curses under her breath and she moves her hand behind you to take your bra off. You allow her, letting it fall to the floor. You press yourself into her, pushing the two of you into the bed. She lays under you, eyeing your body.

You shiver, smiling and crawling on top, but she’s quick to switch you two. You laugh a bit, and she smiles at the sound before kissing you.

She kisses down your chest, and you squirm at the feeling. Her mouth is just above where you want it to be when the door opens.

Jonah steps through and at the sight of you under Lara, he turns right back out, shutting the door. She laughs a bit, and you shy away. Moving out from under her, but she just holds onto your hip.

“I’ll go see what he wants,” she squeezes your hip.

You nod, trying to cover yourself but she just smiles and pulls it off.

“I’ll be back, promise.”

#lara croft x fem reader #lara croft x fem!reader #lara croft x reader #getting caught

[glitterbiss]

“Unwillingly Attached”- Anthony Bridgerton x SBF!Danbury Reader pt.1

a/n this is my first ever…”one shot?” Whatever it is. I’m kind of nervous to put this out there, but I realized that every time I get immersed in a character again, I need to release this creativity; my mind is full of scenarios and I never put them into play. So this is a start, and I hope I will continue to put more out. Hope you all enjoy and please leave feedback, I wanna improve my writing. 💙

Summary: It is the night of Lady Danbury’s niece’s 20th birthday. Overstimulated by all the dancing and clutter of people, she takes a breath of fresh air, only for it to be irritatingly suffocating by her constant aggravation

Word count: 2,521

Rating: 18+, MDNI

TW: afab reader, she/her pronouns, innuendo, black!reader, dirty talk, body worship, age gap

Also, I recommend playing Toxic by Midnite String Quartet and How Deep Is Your Love by Kiris Houston as you read cause it really adds to the tone, in my opinion.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Bridgerton characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

“Happy birthday, Y/N,” Lord Bridgerton uttered, his voice carrying the weight of authority. “I understand you wish to have time to yourself, but you must remember, this ball is held in your honor. I ask that you head inside.” His words hung in the air, a command disguised as a polite request. He spoke to her as if he had the right to dictate her actions, a presumption that had become too familiar.

Anthony and Y/N have known each other for years. Seeing that she had been close friends with his sisters, the girls were inseparable. So, when they got in trouble with the eldest Bridgerton, she did as well. Now Y/N did not mind having her ears talked off by the man, but when he tells her what to do and give her orders…that always ruffle her feathers. She still respected him as the head of the house, taking his title into consideration; a few eye rolls at his orders never hurt. Anthony had always known of her doing so, or even sometimes catching her looking at him with a disgusted expression; he ignored them, finding it humorous. The man saw it adorable that she felt irritation from his orders. However, now, a woman grown, she won’t hold her tongue.

The woman let out a deep, frustrated sigh, shutting her eyes as irritation bubbled within her. She turned to face the man sternly, her patience with him wearing thin. Her full brown curls swirled in the gentle breeze, dragging across her back and catching the eye of the viscount. His gaze, as always, drawn to her captivating presence.

The sight of her, his eyes tracing the curls, captivated Lord Bridgerton as they delicately caressed her skin. There was a longing in his gaze, a wish that he could be the one to stay there, to trace the path of her hair as it brushed against her skin. He had often wondered how it’d feel if it were his skin that her hair graced across. He yearned to know the sensation of her curls against him, a desire he kept hidden beneath the veneer of his composed exterior.

“Why do you persist in dictating my every move, as if you possess any authority over my actions, Lord Bridgerton?” She spoke with a conviction that underscored her diminishing regard for the man’s title. The respect she had once held for him had eroded under the constant and unsolicited commands. He had granted her no peace or autonomy, so she no longer cared to show him any deference.

“Well, I-.” He attempted to interject, but she swiftly cut him off with a simple action. Her finger rose, effectively shushing him before he could utter another word. He responded with a sly chuckle, a testament to his amusement at her forceful assertion.

“You are not in a position to control me, Lord Bridgerton. You are not my father. You are not my husband. You will cease this presumptuous behavior.” She warned with a tone that brooked no argument. Her words hung in the air, a clear and unequivocal declaration of her independence.

With that, she turned her back to him, a symbolic farewell to his overbearing presence. She moved gracefully down the steps, her every step a proclamation of her newfound freedom. Her destination was the garden, a sanctuary where she could find solitude and peace, away from the stifling authority of Lord Bridgerton.

Finding himself intrigued by her newfound authority, the man trailed a few steps behind the young woman, his eyes drawn to the sway of her dress as it brushed against her ankles. His mind wandered, painting vivid images of his hand slipping beneath the cool blue silk of her dress, tracing a path upward along her leg. A groan escaped his lips at the thought, the sound more akin to a moan than an expression of frustration.

Lord Bridgerton found himself at a loss, unable to pinpoint exactly when his interest in the girl had intensified. Was it the fact that he had witnessed her transformation from a naive girl into a mature, full-bodied woman? Or was it the subtle defiance she displayed each time she rolled her eyes at his words, a clear indication of her growing impatience with him? There was something incredibly exciting about riling her up, and he found himself fantasizing about doing so at all times, even when he was preoccupied with his responsibilities as a viscount.

“Y/M/N,” the Viscount’s voice stern with authority, invoking her middle name as he always did. It was his unique way of commanding her attention, a tactic that he had adopted over the years. He used it as if it held some magical sway over her, as though uttering it would compel her to pay heed to his words. Or perhaps, he simply enjoyed the privilege of being the only person who could address her in this manner.

A few feet behind her, he stood his ground, his eyes locked onto her retreating figure. He expected her to halt at the sound of his voice, but she didn’t. A sigh of resignation escaped his lips as he watched her continue. He knew her all too well. With hurried steps, he caught up with her, his hand reaching out, gently grabbing her elbow. His fingers pressed into her skin, pulling her closer.

Suddenly, they were chest to chest, their faces inches apart. His warm breath mingled visibly with hers in the cold air. Confusion and determination mirrored in their eyes as they held each other’s gaze. His eyes slowly drifted down to her lips, curiosity tugging at his heartstrings. He wondered how they would feel against his own. His mind was a whirlpool of questions. ‘If I kiss her, would she kiss back?’ His gaze snapped back to her eyes, searching for answers.

“I do have the right,” he spoke slowly, his voice barely above a whisper. “I am a gentleman. I worry for your safety just as I worry for my sisters. You are my responsibility, just as they are.” His eyes found hers once again, his breath hitching as he let his hand run down her arm. The urge to lean in and press his lips upon hers was overpowering, but he resisted. Her eyes scanned his face, taking in his longing expression. Her heart pounded in her chest, and a sense of confusion swept over her. Why was she not pulling away? Why did this situation affect her so much? And why did she feel a sudden urge to kiss him?

“Anthony,” his name escaped her lips in a whisper before she could stop herself. His firm response, “Go. In. Side.” The man’s tongue laced with desperation, a warning to both her and himself. He desired to provoke her once more, yearning for her reaction. Yet, as much as he was fully aware of the dangerous path they were treading, he was also on the brink of losing his restraint.

And so, they stood there, in the tranquil garden, lost in each other’s presence, the world around them fading into insignificance. Desperation apparent in both of their gazes. “You do not listen.” She responded, feverishly desiring for his reaction as she stood her ground.

Despite the fact that Y/N found the lord intolerable, a revolting presence in her life, she couldn’t help but be aware of his physical presence; his determined gaze, the teasing smirk that would often grace his lips, the warmth and strength that radiated from his hands each time they dared to touch her body. Even though to an outsider, their interactions might have seemed normal, both of them found their thoughts consumed by these moments as they lay awake before sleep.

“Why do I seem to provoke such anger within you?” He questioned, his voice barely above a whisper, as his fingers traced a path from her arm down to her waist, finding a comfortable resting place on her hips. Inside his mind, a battle waged. He desperately fought against his impulses, but his resolve was weakening. The proximity of her body, the sweet aroma of coca butter that clung to her skin, a scent that was rich, tantalizing, and utterly irresistible, was causing a hunger to stir within him. A hunger laced with lust. To make matters worse, the soft glow of the moonlight seemed to highlight every curve of her body, making her skin shimmer enticingly. ‘Am I being a fool?’ He silently questioned his own sanity.

His gentle caresses elicited a soft moan from her lips, a sound she detested because it was a clear indication that her body was willingly succumbing to his touch. The temptation was winning. It was even more frustrating for her to know that he felt the same. That he was just as affected by her as she was by him. She wasn’t the only one grappling with dangerous thoughts. Yet she chose to continue this game of tension. “You vex me, Anthony.” She admitted, her voice barely audible as her lips brushed against his. “To the point where my mood shifts dramatically the moment you step into the room. It’s infuriating.” Her words ended with a soft sigh. Her hand found its way to his chest. She tried to push him away, to create some distance between them, but felt an inexplicable urge to keep touching him.

His response to her words was a low groan, a sound that clearly indicated his satisfaction at knowing he could affect her so deeply. “You have become such a source of torment for me, Y/M/N. Why do you fill my mind with such vulgar thoughts?” His words were out before he could stop them, not that he cared much in the moment, carried away as he was by the intense emotions.

Her breath became slow and heavy, her eyes closing as she allowed her mind to conjure up various inappropriate scenarios, her head tilting back subconsciously to feel his breath against her neck. He drew in a sharp breath as he watched the moonlight play on her exposed neck. Her gold and diamond jewelry sparkled in the soft light, seeming to dare him to stake his claim. He leaned in, inhaling her scent deeply before pressing his lips gently against her throat, moving to the side of her neck, nipping at the skin.

Y/N’s hand held onto Anthony’s coat, her nails digging into the material as his warm tongue tasted her skin. Her thoughts were a whirlwind. ‘What if someone catches us?’ The risk only added to her excitement. His hand slowly moved up her sides to her chest, his thumb beneath her breast, holding her there as he nipped at her neck. “I think of you before I fall asleep,” he murmured into her ear. “I wonder if you’re a whiner, if you beg. Do you enjoy being told sinful things while being pleasured?” She stood there, intoxicated by his words, as she held onto his shoulder with one hand while the other played with his hair. “It keeps me up all night,” he admitted.

“Lord Bridgerton, we must stop this,” she warned, her voice shaky and not very convincing as she responded to his kisses, which had now moved from her neck down to her breast, just above her bodice. He seemed to ignore her words. No one would see them, bodies hidden behind the large fountain; he was far too entranced to give up on what had been a mere fantasy until now. “You are so invigorating,” he replied, scattering kisses up her jaw before claiming her lips with his own.

The instant their lips met in a fervent connection, a realization dawned upon them both; this encounter was going to become a complicated affair. Anthony, caught in the heat of the moment, wasted not a second. He wound his arms around her slender waist, pulling her lithe body into the solid strength of his own. The taste of her plump lips ignited his senses, sending him spiraling into a euphoric haze. She was his intoxicant, his addiction, and he was helplessly ensnared.

Y/N’s hand found a resting place on the warm expanse of his neck, her delicate fingers tracing patterns on his flushed skin as she kissed him with a hunger she didn't understand. She often found herself exasperated with the lord, especially his orders. Yet, as she delved deeper into the intoxicating kiss, she comprehended that perhaps this inexplicable frustration was born out of a hidden desire for him.

Their tongues intertwined in a passionate dance for supremacy, their breaths coming out in ragged gasps as the intensity of their kisses drained them of air. Yet, the lack of oxygen didn't deter them. Their mouths continued to hungrily devour each other, the sound of muffled grunts and moans filling the air, punctuated by the occasional silence. Anthony found himself leaning in for more, more of her sweet taste, more of her intoxicating scent. Meanwhile, Y/N held him in place by gripping his hair, the moon silently bearing witness to their fervor.

His hand slipped from her waist, the rough skin of his fingers gathering up the material of her dress. As he pulled and collected the fabric with his other hand, it bunched up around her thighs. His palm traced a path on her smooth skin, gentle and tender, causing her to shiver under his touch. Lifting her leg from the ground, he hooked it around his hip, calling out her name in a voice that was as breathless as it was low.

Engulfed in a cloud of lust, Y/N barely registered the sound of his voice, the deep, strong, but gentle timbre sending shivers down her spine. A sensation started to bubble up within her, threatening to consume her completely.

Suddenly, the echo of a sharp gasp pierced the silent night. “Oh!” Startled, they both broke away from their passionate tryst to confront the intruder. Standing there, eyes wide with shock, was Daphne. “I’m so sorry,” she stammered, spinning on her heels to make a hasty retreat back towards the ball. Anthony, anxious about his sister's unexpected arrival, hastily set Y/N's leg back on the ground and rushed after Daphne, eager to provide an explanation. His primary concern was to prevent any animosity from developing between Daphne and Y/N.

Left alone, Y/N was haunted by guilt, her mind swimming with the weight of having kissed her friend's brother. She hastily adjusted her dress, her hand instinctively flying to cover her still tingling lips. Panic set in as her eyes scanned the surroundings, the reality of her actions hitting her full force. She couldn't believe she had kissed him, and the question that echoed in her mind was, "What is wrong with me?" She pondered if she would ever be forgiven. Now that she had recognized her feelings for him, would she be able to let them go? She didn't want her friendship with the girls to end because of this.

Y/N decided then and there, from that moment on, she was going to stay as far away from Lord Bridgerton as possible.

#anthony bridgerton x reader #x black!reader #bridgerton #anthony bridgerton imagine #viscount bridgerton #best friends brother #Spotify #getting caught #older man younger woman

[gemini-sensei]

I had an idea. Moskowitz Twins AU. @sensei-venus

Hawk walking in on his twin brother Eli getting his first blowjob from Reader 👀

That's all I got atm.

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[horrornst]

Five Hargreeves X Reader *SMUT*

Warnings: Smut, sexual themes, reader getting caught.

Caught

Five's POV

I groan throwing my head back, throwing the piece of chalk that was in my hand down, I couldn't get the equation right and it was starting to annoy me.

'Whatever I need a break anyways' I think to myself, walking out of my room and into the hallway of the umbrella academy.

Y/n's room being right across from mine 'I wonder what she's doing'.

Just as I was about to turn and walk downstairs I heard my name coming from Y/n's room. It sounded like....whimpering...?

I walk closer to Y/n's door and stay silent trying to figure out what she was doing. I then noticed that she was moaning, which probably meant she was pleasing herself.

Maybe I should help her, I mean it's not like I haven't been in love with her for 50 years and counting.

Y/n's POV

I silence my moans as I realize I'm probably being to loud, since Five's room is right across from mine. 'I hope nobody can hear me' I silently curse myself.

Just then I hear a familiar 'whoosh' and Fives in my room hands in his pockets watching me with silent but hungry eyes.

I quickly grab the nearest thing to cover my body up with, "Five!" I say shocked but more embarrassed.

"Yes?" Five asks as if he didn't just catch me touching myself not to mention while moaning his name.

"I-I—" I try to speak but nothing comes out.

  "you look like you need my help" Five says making his way over to me, kicking his shoes off and crawling on my bed hovering his hand over the thin blanket I used to cover myself.

"May I?" Five asks never breaking eye contact, I slowly nod my head

  "y-yes" I say barley audible.

  Five slowly removes the thin blanket pulling it to the side to reveal me wearing no underwear and a black tank top with no bra.

  "Do you mind if I take this off?" Five asks softly referring to my top.

  "No" I say more clearly.

  Five slowly removes my top, I raise my hands up allowing him to take my top off fully revealing my chest. Five gently grabs my hips and scoots me down so I'm laying fully down.

  "You're so beautiful" Five says looking me up and down slowly making me blush and tingle.

  Five slowly kisses up from my stomach to my boobs, slowly making his way up to my neck causing me to let out a little moan.

"I need to tell you something Y/n" five days stopping his actions and hovering over me more to look me in my eyes.

"Y-yes?" I ask confused.

"I've been in love with you for years, you were the only thing that kept me sane in the apocalypse, and if we're going to do this I want to do this right, when we're together and know each other's feelings" Five says half nervously.

I bring my hand up to his cheek "Five I've been in love with you to for a very long time" I say smiling.

Five smiles and slowly connects his lips with mine, I wrap my legs around his waist and run my hands through his hair we pull away from the kiss "well in that case Y/n, will you be my girlfriend and soon to be fiancé" five asks cheekily.

"Yes of course I will" I say smiling and connecting our lips back together.

Five pulls away with my bottom lip between his teeth and let's go causing it to return back to its normal spot also causing me to moan out, that.... was hot.

Five lifts himself up so he's on his knees and takes off his blazer before returning back and leaving kisses all over my neck, swirling his tongue over my already hard nipples causing me to buck up my hips and moan.

Slowly, five leaves kisses all over my stomach until he gets to my soaked heat never breaking eye contact.

He smirks "is this what my baby wants?" He asks kissing above my heat while remaining eye contact making me let out a whine.

"Yes p-please" I say, my voice coming out as a broken moan.

Five grins and kisses my heat, the littlest amount of friction causing me to throw my head back into the pillows already moaning.

Five slowly flicks his tongue over my clit countless time, moaning while he does so which sends vibrations up my whole body making me moan bucking my hips up causing more friction.

"F-five" I moan moving my hand to his soft brown hair, running my fingers through.

Five continues to lick my clit in circles before he gently sucks on my clit faster and faster causing me to let out more broken moans.

  "Yeah, just like that?" Five asks looking me in my eyes, I use my free arm leaning on my elbow to look him in the eyes "y-yesss, just like thhatt" I moan barley able to speak.

  This causes five to smirk and pick up the pace with licking my clit up and down faster each time before moving his head up and down sucking on my clit with more pressure.

"Oh yes Five!" I whimper loudly.

Five rubs his middle finger at my entrance slowly rubbing before pushing one finger inside my tight pussy.

"Y-yes!" I moan arching my back, while rocking my hips back and forth.

"You taste so fucking good" He says moaning while sucking on my clit non-stop.

Five slowly adds another finger inside of me causing me to clench around his fingers coming close to my high.

"F-five I'm c-close" I moan out.

Five smiles while flicking his tongue over my clit rougher and sucking harder while pushing his two fingers inside of me deeper and faster.

"Cum for me baby" He says curling his fingers hitting my g-spot while gently running his teeth over my clit causing me to buck up my hips whine while coming on his tongue.

"F-fhhivee" I say as he slowly lets me ride out my high by gently sucking on my clit slower.

Five comes from between my thighs to my face licking his lips and sucking on his fingers causing me to let out a whimper at the sight.

I bring his lips to mine connecting them in a heated and loving kiss, I wrap my legs around his waist before turning us over so I'm on top.

"It's my turn now" I say slickly kissing down fives neck while slowly unbuttoning fives white sleeved button up.

I graze fives sweet spot making him moan and buck his hips up trying to get some type of friction.

I completely straddle his waist giving him what he wants by rubbing my bare pussy on his already clothed hard member.

This causes five to let out a broken moan, he lifts up so he can take off his shirt before falling back onto the pillows.

I slowly crawl down fives body kissing as I move down lower to the place he needs me the most.

I unbutton the top button to his shorts following by slowly un-zipping the zipper.

Five rests on his elbows, and I take my time to sketch over his beautiful features, his once slicked back hair now messy in every direction, his beautiful lips plumped up and red.

  I smile and slowly pull fives dark blue cardio shorts, slowly I remove his shorts all the way off. Five whines at the slow pace I was going causing me to smile.

  I kiss up to fives stomach all the way to his perfectly outlined cock through his boxers.

I kiss the tip of fives clothed cock making him whine "please y/n" he moans out. I didn't know five could be so vulnerable under my touch, and it's attractive as hell.

I pull down fives boxers at an even pace causing his hard on to hit his stomach in return making him moan at the little amount of friction.

I take his cock in my hands before slowly stroking up and down applying enough pressure to make him moan.

I decided I've teased him enough, so I flick my tongue across the tip of his hard cock making his eyes roll into the back of his head and his mouth slightly opened at the contact.

I take him in my mouth halfway bobbing my head up and down slowly whilst licking his tip.

"Y-y/n" five moans out loudly making me moan against his cock causing him to buck up his hips, hitting the back of my throat.

"Y-yes!" Five moans louder as I continue to suck slowly going faster.

Remaining eye contact with him I flick my tongue over the tip of his cock fast, while bobbing my head up and down faster.

This causes five to moan continuously, making the pleasure even better since I'm holding eye contact.

"F-fuhhhk" five moans trying to remain eye contact.

I suck on fives cock a little harder while letting him hit the back of my throat causing me to slightly gag.

This causes five to fall back on the bed breaking eye contact while panting.

"Y-y/n I-I'm going to c-cum" five warns making me slow down my actions.

  Five whimpers because of this action "Y-y/nnn" he whines bucking his hips signaling that he wanted me to go faster, but that makes me slow down more.

  "I want you inside me before you cum" I say innocently stoping my actions completely.

  "R-ride me please" five says bucking his hips desperately. 

  I throw my leg over the opposite side of five straddling him, this action causes my bare heat to run against fives cock.

  Five throws his head back moaning, I get the memo and slowly move my hips in an up and down motion on fives cock, rubbing my clit along his cock.

  He grabs my hips lightly trying not to grip me to hard. I speed up my actions by moving my hips up and down over his cock faster.

  "Y/nnn" five moans lifting his head up to look at my actions which turns him on even more.

  I lift myself up and take fives hard member and rub the tip of his cock on my clit causing both of us to moan loudly.

  I slowly lower myself on fives cock letting only the tip slip inside me. "Oh fuck, Y/n" five says breathlessly lifting his head all the way up to look me in the eyes.

  "I want you to keep eye contact with me....please" five says in a needy voice.

  I nod my head "of course" I say breathlessly.

  Five grabs my hands not breaking eye contact as I lower myself on his hard cock.

  I moan at the fullness, though this was my first time it didn't hurt but I've never felt more filled up.

  Five almost breaks eye contact but quickly regains himself "fuck baby" he says moaning as I clench my tight walls around his cock.

I finally slide all the way down his cock feeling my walls squeeze more and more.

"Ffivve" I say moaning as I slowly start to move up and down getting used to his size.

Five grabs my hips and I place my hands around his waist balancing myself. I start rolling my hips giving us some friction.

  I lift my hips up going a little bit faster, his cock grazes hits my G-spot making me moan, accidentally throw my head back breaking eye contact.

  This causes Five to slam his hips into mine hitting my G-spot right on causing me to almost scream in surprise-ment and pleasure.

  "Eye contact" Five says sternly before flipping us both over, claiming his dominance once again.

  My legs subconsciously wrap around his waist as he thrusts his cock into my pussy hitting my G-spot with every thrust.

  "O-oh, five!" I moan aloud breathlessly.

"Yeah, you like that" Five asks breathing heavier while thrusting himself inside me more.

"Yes! Faster please" I moan, moving my hands to his waist.

"Anything for my princess" Five says moaning before slamming his cock in and out of my pussy at a inhuman pace causing my breathing to hitch and my back to arch subconsciously.

"Oh~ you like it when I slam into you don't you baby" Five says seductively while moaning.

"Yes! Kiss me please five" I say desperately.

Five wastes no time in grabbing my hips, arching them so he won't thrust sloppily into me before gently placing his lips onto mine in a loving and lustful kiss.

I swipe my tongue across fives bottom lip, he parts his lips letting me slip my tongue into his and we fight for dominance as five grips my hips tighter, thrusting into me harder.

I moan into fives mouth which sends shivers up his spine, causing me to smirk into the kiss that I had these kind of effects on him.

Five quickly regains his dominance before breaking the kiss and kissing down my neck whilst ramming his cock into me deeper.

I shiver at fives lips on my sensitive neck, which causes him to smirk seeing the effect he has on me.

I feel a burning sensation in my stomach letting me know that Im close.

I squeeze my walls around fives cock feeling him twitch also almost coming to his high.

"Five~ I'm gonna cum" I moan out as I feel five speed up faster hitting my G-spot once again causing me to arch my back also causing my legs to open more.

"Me to, baby" he responds with a moan throwing his head back.

Five thrusts once more, hitting my G-spot again causing me to squeeze around him as I release around him, arching my back.

Five gasps and pulls out gently before jerking himself off and coming on my stomach.

Breathing heavily five bends down connecting my lips onto his as his cock rests on my stomach from him bending down.

I put my hand on his cheek as our lips slowly move together in sync.

We both pull apart breathless, but smiling at each other lovingly.

"That was amazing" I say as a faint blush appears on my cheeks.

"Indeed it was love, you were so amazing" Five says lovingly.

"Let's get you cleaned up" he says smiling, standing up and sliding his boxers back on before spacial jumping into the bathroom and returning with a wet cloth.

Five climbs back onto his bed causing me to sit up resting on my elbows as he gently cleans my stomach with the cloth.

Five spacial jumps back into the bathroom getting rid of the cloth and once again returning with a big smile on his face.

He jumps back onto the bed grabbing one of my thin blankets before placing it over both of us.

I throw my leg on the other side of fives and rest my head in the crook of his neck gently making circular motions with my thumb on his chest listening to his heart beat.

"I love you Y/n, so much" five says slowly drifting off to sleep.

"I love you too five" I say before drifting off as well.

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He knows (1/1) (jegulus)

It was quiet. Perhaps too quiet. Well maybe not too quiet in a strange way, but definitely too quiet in a James way. Remus suspected to find him the dorm but the stillness and silence of the tower room suggested he might be wrong.

When he took a few more steps into the dorm he realized he had be correct, and that it was too quiet because James Potter was dead. Well not actually dead. He would be soon enough if Sirius found him the way he was.

James Potter wasn't dead, and he wasn't quiet when Remus poked him in the ribs startling him with a yelp and an attempt at jumping out of bed that resulted with him tumbling to floor.

No James Potter wasn't dead, he wasn't quiet, and apparently wasn't too smart either. Remus learned that when the other boy who had been sleeping, curled up on James' chest and wrapped in his arms also woke up to the yelling and banging of James' rude awakening.

Regulus Black sat bolt upright in the bed, eyes so wide with fear and panic as he regained consciousness and recognized that Remus was standing in front of him.

James Potter wasn't dead, he wasn't quiet, but there were now three people that were ready to murder him and one of those people didn't even know it yet.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Remus said to James at the same time Regulus said this Remus.

They exchanged smirks and James offered a small laugh, replying into the sharpness of the air, "Um having a nap?" He said trying to diffuse the tension.

"Don't be daft James, that's Sirius little brother!" Remus announced. James thought this was a rather funny thing to point out, but when he chuckled no one else was laughing.

"James I thought you locked the door and sealed the curtains!" Regulus complained as he searched for his clothes and started getting dressed.

"Not so fast, Regulus. That's your brother's best friend!"

"Oh sod off Lupin, I've always been a shit brother and Sirius will be the first to tell you that." Regulus rolled his eyes, and his coolness building back up around him.

"Remus please you can't tell him, not yet," James begged from the floor, literally still on his knees.

"James," Regulus and Remus said again at the same time, though their warning tones meant different things.

"You might actually get yourself killed you know that? Just from how stupid you are," Remus said with a huff as he sat down on the bed.

"Thank you," James said seeing Remus give up the fight. Regulus came around the bedposts and tossed James his jumper and trousers. His confidence suddenly so high, unashamed and seemingly disinterested in having been caught. James offered a sweet smile in return and if he was a cartoon his heart would be popping out of his chest.

"Don't thank me yet, if Sirius finds out I'm not going to be able to stop him from doing whatever he sets his mind to," Remus shook his head.

After James pulled on his clothes, he pulled Regulus into his side, whispering apologies. All Remus heard was, "I'll see you tonight okay?" as Regulus began to walk out of the dorm.

And James Potter wasn't dead, he wasn't quiet, he wasn't too smart, but he was openly smitten. And the blush on Regulus' pale cheeks suggested the feeling was mutual.

"How long?" Remus asked after James sat down on his bed to out his shoes on.

"Actually Remus I don't think I'm going to tell you any more details. That way you can plead ignorance when Sirius decides anyone who knows or kept this from him will need to pay consequences too." James replied.

"How can you be a good friend and a shit one all at the same time," Remus laughed as they got up and headed out of the dorm together.

"I don't know Remus, all I know is that I love him and there really isn't anything I can do or want to do now to stop that," James said with a shrug.

"Make that a bit more desperate when you tell Sirius that you're sleeping with his brother and please for the love of god let me be there when he finds out," Remus said.

The two boys laughed together all the way down the the Great Hall. Of course soon enough they both would be in trouble.

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Dad's older friend (reader x Male OC)

Now playing: Sugar by Sleep Token

Length: 4471 words, ~ 15 - 20 minute read

Summary: “Please, please daddy, please give me more! Please I’ve been a good girl, please ple-” You get cut off by a moan as he shuffles around to put his fingers back in you, three going in now, and circle around your clit at a much faster pace. You squeal as his fingers, in tandem with the speed of his tongue, find your g-spot. You’re not gonna last much longer at this rate.

CW: fingering, cunnilingus, breeding kink, daddy kink (older man + younger woman), slight somno, multiple rounds, getting caught, first time, uhhhh i think thats it. its just smut that i felt needed some plot and guilt from the older man.

Notes before we begin: hunk of a man but hes a softie - think battering ram König with the personality of Price

It was always so innocent the way your relationship had gone. Your mom wasn't in the picture, so your dad's friend, Daniel, often stepped in when your dad had to work long hours. It was easy when you were a kid, he just made sure you were well fed and happy after school.

But your dad had started working the night shift on weekends, and with you getting older, he had told Daniel that he didn't need to watch you. He gave you Daniel's number, just in case of emergencies.

Dan started coming over on random occasions when your dad was out, saying he was just checking in. He lingered more, it was obvious that he had a thing for you.

Except to you. You were innocent, your dad had always been so protective of you. Dan was the only person he trusted to watch you, he was always scared when you went out with friends.

Your dad had made a habit of staying at work Sunday night through all Monday because Sunday was the longest shift he had. He usually came home late Monday night.

It had been raining horribly for days at this point. Power had been knocked out at least once every twelve or so hours only to flutter back on in a minute or two. You were scared. So you called Dan. No need to call your dad when he had no chance of making it home until Monday night.

You were quick to answer the knock on your door, praying it was Dan. It had to be Dan, it couldn't be anyone else.

He is quick to hold you, seeing how scared you looked. You needed him.

"Shh, shhh shh pretty girl, you're okay. I know it's been a scary few days. It'll be okay, I promise. It'll be over soon! Come on, let's get you in bed, it'll be okay once you're in bed" He coos out, shaking you softly in his arms.

He was so much bigger than you. At least a foot taller, pure muscle, but such a softie. He would never hurt you.

He rubs the small of your back as you two make your way up the stairs, the thunder shaking you and the house. Discontented noises barely make it out of your mouth, scared but embarrassed of being scared of thunder at this age.

The two of you make it to your room, you flustered as Dan sees your room for the first time in about a month. You had your schoolwork in a pile near your desk, today's clothes thrown near the dirty clothes hamper, papers thrown near your small trash bin. It had been worse, but also a lot better.

"Let's just get you to bed, deary. You're tired" He coos again. The rubbing on your back is softer, his hand feels warmer. You can't help but relax into his hand, moving your hands to start lifting your shirt and pants off, leaving you in only your light pink lingerie. He smiles, placing a hand on your hips and guiding you to the bed you forgot to make this morning.

You sigh as your head hits the pillow, him following in suit. He had always held you in his arms as a kid, so what was so different now? You were just as scared as you were then.

He's attracted to you now. Badly.

He had seen you grow from a little seedling to a beautiful flower, and he knew it was wrong to want you. It was wrong when he saw you on your sweet 16, that dress you were wearing drove him mad. It was wrong to want such a young woman, barely half his age.

But you were almost out of college now, living at home so you didn't have to pay room and board. You were free to do just about whatever you wanted with a dad that was working constantly and Dan not being strict when he was over.

So when you snuggle in a little closer, pulling the covers tighter when a crack of lightning sounds again, he can't help but notice the feeling of your soft lace panties on his crotch. And he groans, soft and low in the shell of your ear like the thunder outside. He holds you a little tighter.

He sits up, moving around to get you water from the kitchen downstairs, letting him think straight. You whimper as he leaves, you don't want to be alone.

"It's okay sweetheart, I'm just getting you some water, I'll be right back. Promise" he whispers as he gets close again, leaving with a small kiss to your forehead. You smile and jump a little when a loud crack of thunder sounds throughout the house just as he leaves your room.

A minute or two goes by before he's rushing up the stairs with two bottles of water - he tried to get them as fast as possible to not leave you alone for too long. He puts them on your bedside table and smiles, shrugging his shirt and jeans off to lay back in bed with you. The two of you snuggle back in together, you sighing at having your comfort again.

You shuffle around until you're facing his chest, chiseled, slightly hairy, and warm. Just where you want to be right now. A hand comes to rub your back, unclipping your bra and trying to slide one strap down. You smile with your eyes closed and move to let him take it off. He holds you a little closer after that.

His other hand goes to grab your thigh, pulling it over his legs to keep yours spread apart. He shifts a little until his crotch is right on yours, keeping you stuck to him. If you moved, you would grind against his tip, but if you didn't, and of course you didn't, he would start to move. His tip is just barely moving, grinding in small circles around your cunt. You gasp at his light ministrations, feeling yourself get wetter and wetter at the thought of him inside you.

Is that okay, though? Do you want your dad's best friend to fuck you? What if your dad found out? What would he do?

He slips two fingers into your panties, feeling your wetness. You feel his cock harden, shifting a little in his boxers. He wants this as bad as you do.

You whimper a little from his ministrations, but also the conflicting thoughts. He wants this too, so it's obviously okay, right?

His fingers start at your clit, circling once or twice, your breath hitching with each burst of electricity. He slowly moves down to your folds, splaying them apart with his fingers. He dives in, slowly, of course, and plays in circles right outside your hole. He smiles as your gasps get louder. As soon as you start bucking, he moves out and around until he's back up, circling his wet fingers at your clit.

You lose track of how many times he does this - how many times he pushes you near the edge but holds you so you don't fall over. Your gasps turn into small hums as he slows down, letting you fall into a rhythm with his fingers. His other hand rubs circles on your back, soft and slow, just like the one circling your cunt. A kiss is placed on the nape of your neck, soft, quiet.

Then he stops all together - pulls his hand from your panties and lets his other hand still on your back. You whine quietly at the loss of friction, wanting to rub your thighs together but unable to due to his thigh being in the way. You move around until you're grinding on his hard cock, desperate for something, anything from him. He can't just bait you like this!

Until he moves you to where both of you are sitting up, you on his lap, a tumbling wet mess for him to shush. He looks at you with his deep olive eyes and sighs. He has to stop. You never said yes. Beyond that, your dad would kill him if he found out. He can't do this.

"I can't do this, pumpkin. Your dad would kill me. I shouldn't've done this to you, deary."

"But, I mean, you want this - I want this! Please Dan, please. Just for tonight, and then you can leave. Please?" You plead with him. You're still sitting right on top of his hard cock, it pressing deliciously into your wet panties. You shift your hips, letting yourself fall into his chest, holding him tight. You shifting on his cock doesn't go unnoticed by the sound of that groan. He just holds you a little tighter.

"You really want this? Look at me and tell me you want this." He pushes you up and holds your shoulders so that you can look up at him. You whimper as you get dug into his cock a little more. Oh god do you want this.

"Please, Dan, I want this so bad. Pleaseeee! Please Dan, please give me your cock - this is all I want I swear!" You plead again. You grind yourself down on his clothed sex, wanting so much more than a few kitten touches from those big hands of his.

He smiles as a groan escapes. He moves and pushes you down on the bed, pushing your panties down somewhere in the process. His hands come up to your waist, sitting there as he looks in your eyes. You both want this, it'll be fine. One hand goes to cup your cheek, the other stays at your hip, making circles as he goes down to kiss you.

You sigh into the kiss, letting his hands roam your body. You feel his knees spreading your thighs apart, letting your glistening cunt front the cold air of the room. You whimper a little at the shock it brings you.

His mouth makes its way down to your neck, leaving multiple wet bruises there. You're his, your dad will surely know. You whimper for other reasons now.

One knee has come in and moved to your cunt, letting you lighty grind on it. Your wetness makes his knee an easier surface to hump as you add more force to it, just wanting to curb your need for him. He smiles at your huffs and whimpers, letting you work yourself up for him. 

He moves down to take one breast into his mouth, one hand coming up to tease the other. You moan a little louder than you should, arching your back into his grasp. You can feel his smile as he goes to nip at your breast. 

His other hand is roaming a little further than just your hip, now moving up and down your sides, petting your thigh and then cupping the side of your breast and down again. He switches which breast he smothers, letting the other now get pinched. 

You feel the coil wind a little tighter. You feel your cunt getting wetter and wetter. You’re sliding on his knee so much that you lose your rhythm, having to find it again. 

He quits abusing your breasts and moves down to your abdomen, placing a trail of kisses down to your womb. He’ll be buried deep in there in no time. 

During this his knee has moved back to allow him to continue kissing you. You whimper as your one source of friction is taken away, the coil cooling down. 

“Shhhh, shhh baby girl, you’ll be fine” He grunts out. He moves to take his boxers off, letting you see the monster he’s been hiding. 

His cock springs to life out of his boxers, resting red and angry on his chiseled abdomen. His cock is weeping precum, begging to be pummeled into someone's little pussy. That someone is you. That someone has been you for years. He smiles down at you as he once again moves down to start stretching you open.

He moves down and latches on to suck on your clit, letting two fingers easily slip into your loose hole. You can’t help but moan at finally getting real attention to your cunt. You can feel him smile into your skin at the sounds you’re making. A third finger slowly makes its way in, stretching you a little more now. 

You can’t get enough of his large, callused hands. They just feel so good in your cunt, like your little pussy was made for his fingers! You can’t help yourself when he starts nipping lightly at your bud, you start trying to fuck yourself on his fingers. You whine and moan loudly as you start pushing down on his fingers, wanting something, anything more than what he’s already giving you. He pulls his fingers out and takes his mouth away.

“What? Dad-Dan, Dan why? I was so close!” You whine as he licks his fingers. He smiles at your taste. 

“Daddy, huh? You’re really digging the nail in the coffin if your dad finds out.” He smirks, slapping your puffy pussy a few times, drinking in your quiet gasps. He gives you no time to relax or come down before he’s back between your legs, but this time his fingers on your clit and his tongue in your hole. You shudder a little at the wetness and beg him to use his tongue more.

He drags his tongue from the bottom of your folds straight up to his fingertips, letting his tongue lightly part your folds. He sucks lightly on one fold before going to the other. He goes back down to start again, doing this two or three more times. 

You’re whining, so close to crying. He’s been teasing you for so long now, the coil in your stomach is so tight that when it unravels it’ll hurt someone. 

“Please, please daddy, please give me more! Please I’ve been a good girl, please ple-” You get cut off by a moan as he shuffles around to put his fingers back in you, three going in now, and circle around your clit at a much faster pace. You squeal as his fingers, in tandem with the speed of his tongue, find your g-spot. You’re not gonna last much longer at this rate.

“Oh, oh god daddy, don’t stop! Please don’t stop! I, I’m gonna cum!” You squeal as he lightly nips at your clit again. You feel his smile as his fingers repeatedly touch your g-spot. 

“You can cum baby girl, cum for daddy.” He groans out as your orgasm finally washes over you. You Moan a little as your thighs shake and you squirt over his fingers. Your clit convulses a little in his mouth. He sucks lightly as he continues to coax your orgasm from you. You sigh a little as his fingers and mouth slow down. He takes his fingers out and moves his mouth away again. 

“God you taste good, baby girl. So good for me, too.” He smears a bit of your juices on your clit and puffy folds, watching you shudder at the lightning that comes from his touch now. 

“Think you can do more, baby? Think you can take daddy’s cock?” He asks as he takes what’s left of the juices on your fingers and licks them clean. You spread your legs apart and let him look at your abused pussy.

“Please daddy, please fuck me!” His cock is leaking on his abdomen, still red and angry. You want it so bad.

“I don’t know baby, you don’t sound like you want it. What do you want? Tell daddy what you want from him.” He asks as he makes his way up to kiss you. He tastes like you. He smells like you. He’s yours.

“Daddy!” You whine, he knows what you want - you want him to fuck you, pound you silly, breed you full. Doesn’t he get that?

“Oh, nothing? I guess we stop here baby girl. It was fun.” He smirks as he makes his way down to your neck again. 

“No, daddy, I, I want you to fuck me silly! I want your cock, I need your cock, please daddy! Daddy please breed me! Please make me yours!” You whine, his smile evident on your skin. He pulls up and away, moving himself into position to fuck you.

“There, was that so hard? All you had to do was tell daddy what you wanted from him!” He coos as he guides his tip to your clit. He uses his precum and your juices to slick himself up. All you feel is pleasure and pain, all you want is more. 

His tip parts your folds, slowly going up and down your cunt. You shiver as he makes it up to your clit and sigh as he circles your hole. 

“Uhm, daddy?” You begin to ask. You look nervous again.

“Yes baby girl? What’s wrong? Do you not want this?” He looks almost as nervous now. 

“No, I do, I do want this. I don't want this to stop! It’s just, that, uhm, you know, it’s like, my first time?” You sound scared. Is he going to stop now?

“Oh, baby girl. It’s okay dear. I’ll go soft. Tap my chest three times if you want me to stop, okay?” You agree to his suggestion, tapping three times to demo for him. He smiles at you. 

He slowly brings himself to your entrance again, lightly pushing against it. His fingers made you loose, so he watches as you suck him in, groaning at the sight. You moan loudly at the feeling. 

“Daddy’s making you feel good, yeah? Just wait baby girl, daddy’ll make you feel so good.” He whispers against the shell of your ear. You whimper at the feeling of getting fuller and fuller. It’s so good, so warm, so full of pleasure there’s almost no pain. 

He finally bottoms out, with a small groan leaving his lips as he feels his groin connect at your cunt. He feels your walls squeezing around him deliciously, making it hard to concentrate. You two sit there for a second, letting you acclimate before he starts again.

“You’re such a good girl, baby, so good for me. So warm, so wet. Making daddy feel so good, y’know that right?” He groans out. He leans down to nip at your neck again, looking at the bruises he’s already left. You hum at his comment. You can’t do much else, he has you so dumbed down for him already. He just does that to you.

After a few more seconds, you find yourself grinding down on his cock, wanting more friction. You whimper at the loss of it, wanting more now. You feel him start to slowly pull out, almost all the way, before sliding back in. His rhythm is slow but strong, you feel him hitting your sweet spot almost immediately. You moan every time he hits it.

“Daddy, daddy, please go faster! Please!” You cry out, wanting more from him. You feel him start to pick up in speed, his light touch to your sweet spot becoming an insistent prodding. You lurch forward and latch onto his back, digging your nails into the muscle. Your legs wrap around his hips as he drills into you harder, shaking the bed. The tighter position adds a new pressure to you, making you cry out louder. 

His pace is brutal, you can’t catch your breath, your stomach is coiling up again. You start crying tears of pleasure, you’re so close to cumming again. You just need his fingers, just need something on your clit, just need your daddy’s big fingers.

“Daddy, please, I’m gonna cum!” You squeal out. He slides a hand down in between the two of you to rest his thumb on your clit. You gasp as he starts making rough, fast circles around it, your wetness making it easy for his thumb to move. 

“Oh, god, Dan! Fuck!” You cry as you cum a second time. You feel the coil snap and your walls tighten. You feel yourself squirting around his cock, lubing him up more to continue. His balls slapping against your skin sound even more lewd now with the wetness. You cling to him tighter as he doesn’t slow, only pound in harder. You whimper as you feel the coil winding up again.

He groans louder as your orgasm washes over you, feeling your walls tighten around him only makes him drill into you harder. He moves to leave more marks on the crook of your neck, Biting roughly and leaving a trail of saliva between each one. 

As you feel the third orgasm begin to build, you feel his hips stutter, his rhythm break. He’s getting close, too. You dig your nails in deeper, leaving claw marks down his back. 

“Fuck baby girl, making daddy feel so good. Gonna stuff you full pumpkin, make you mine.” He grunts as his thrusts lose more rhythm, becoming more like wild thrusts. His finger on your cunt starts up again, making you whine loudly. 

His hips snap once, twice, three more times before you feel his seed painting your walls white. You moan loudly as you spurt whatever you have left in you on his cock, whimpering at being full. You feel warm. 

He sighs and breathes in your smell, your strawberry scented lotion and that tea tree shampoo and conditioner set you use. He rolls onto his back with you still on him, your arms moving to wrap around him and your legs near his. He pets your hair as the two of you come down.

“How long have you wanted to call me daddy?” He whispers as he kisses the crown of your head. 

“Probably since I was 15, I don’t know, whenever I started masturbating.” You mumble against his skin. You smile as you feel his cock twitch inside you, feeling him rut up once or twice to keep his cum inside you. 

The two of you fall asleep, him still buried deep inside your cunt, you still held on his chest. You sigh as you fall asleep to the smell of his cologne.

The first words you hear when you wake up are “Fuck” and some other mumbled obscenities. You don’t stir or open your eyes, hoping to hear what’s going on. 

That is until you feel him slowly rutting into your used pussy. 

“Fuck yeah, baby girl, fuck, so good for me” You hear him mumble. You can’t hold in the whimper as you cling to his chest. He stills.

“You up, pumpkin?” He whispers into your hair. You whimper again, the soreness setting in. Fuck that, you want daddy’s cock again. You grind against his hard cock still inside you, letting his precum be lube for the moment as you get wet.

“Morning, baby.” He kisses your forehead as you lift your head up to look at him. You see the light filtering in, the storm must’ve passed. He slides his thighs up and props your back against them, getting a look at your soft body. This position is strange feeling - so deep, but so much more open. You can't curl up into his body and scratch up his back, can’t wrap your legs around his hips and let him take control. Sure, you could fall back into his grasp and let him use you like a fleshlight, but he would just prop you back up - he wants to look at you.

His hands roam up and down your sides, slowly moving inward. One moves up to cup your breasts, playing with one then the other. The other goes down to your womb, where he can just see the outline of his cock in you. He pushes down, eliciting a moan from the both of you. 

You start to slowly grind your pussy down on his lap, letting your wetness make itself known with the soft squelches that it makes as you move forward and backward. You whimper at being full, at being on top. He slides his hands down to sit firmly on your waist, grabbing you. He wants to guide you. 

As he pulls up, he wants you to go up on his cock. Then he lets you sink back down. He helps you up and then lets you push yourself back down. You moan as you start to slide up and down faster, letting his hands just rest on your waist. The squelches from your pussy get louder as you get more force behind your sliding. He groans and sits back, watching your breasts lightly bounce with you, your mouth make a small ‘O’ as you rock down hard enough to hit your sweet spot, and your hands come up, one to your mouth to bite your nails, and the other to play with a nipple. 

He grunts as he grabs your hips again, slamming you down as you start to slow down. You whimper at being full, at being so small compared to him that he can treat you like a fleshlight. As he sets you back on to the rough pace he wants, he shuffles back up so one hand is on the breast you have yet to tease, and the other down to play with your puffy clit. He gathers your slick and uses it to lightly circle your nub, applying the pressure you’ve been wanting. 

You shake a little on his cock, squirting softly as your orgasm hits you like a truck. You feel him start to rut into you, pulling you back down onto his chest so he can hold you through it. You whimper as his pace picks up from a fast pace to a brutal, non-rhythmic pounding. He’s getting close, too.

“Fuck, doll, you’re too good to me. Letting me use you no matter what. Love you pumpkin.” He growls lowly. You whimper as his hips start stuttering.

“Love y’too, daddy. S’much.” Your words still slurred from waking up. He grunts and holds you tight as he empties his balls into you again, warming your insides. You sigh and hold onto his chest tighter, letting both your orgasms wash over you. He starts to play with your hair, planting kisses every now and then. You plant a small kiss or two to his chest. 

The light filtering in is warming you two up on the outside, but both of you are sweating heavily. Your pussy still warm and wet, his cock slowly softening, him still rutting into you every few seconds to drive his seed in deeper.

“What the fuck, Dan!?”

Fuck. Dad came home early.

Guess you don’t have to worry about dad finding out later.

LITTLE GAY PEOPLE IN MY PHONE IM NOT DEAD :3

Sorry for like a four month break in writing. Kinda got writers block, but I mean classes also kinda got in the way. Anyway. So grateful for thanksgiving break rn. Omg I’ve been getting so many mw2 edits on TikTok please don’t be mad I love my hunks of men I call bbgs (maybe that's why I havent written since like July lolz)

Idk why but FASHION has been stuck on repeat for at least two days now, i love the beat. Also the first time i listened to it I was high, soooooooo I thought of this idea when I was high btw so you can thank my cherry flavored edibles for this idea.

Leave a comment or DM me/leave an ask if you have any ideas you want me to write, im open to anything <3

Ty @/magicalboything for the dividers 🤍

#breeding k1nk #monster fuxker marya #Spotify #older man younger woman #oldermen #older daddy #mind break #corruption kink #slight somno #getting caught #first time #first kiss #i havent written in so long #sorry not sorry

[dnfao3tags]

Really random but do you have any fics of Dream catching George mausterbating (sorry my spelling I so bad) or playing with sex toys and then it ends up in sex??

a similar tag is perhaps my watching porn tag -> here

and here's what you specifically asked

getting caught

— You’re Dying For Me by gnftavi (expl. | comp. | 1.5k)

“Dream— Ah! I-I’m gonna cum!” George moaned out, breath hitching. “Are you?” A voice came from behind the couch. George’s body reacted before he could. He sat up quickly, shoving his dick into his pants quickly. His head whipped around, eyes meeting the person who was standing behind him. It was Dream. Of fucking course it was.

Part 1 of You're Dying For Me pt 1 + 2

— Sit Tight, Get Messy by dnfsinner, isntitcrazy (expl. | comp. | 15k)

George goes into Dream's room and finds something that he wasn't supposed to see. Perhaps the key to what he wanted had been breaking the rules all along.

— i used to be my own protection by oopsiedoops (expl. | comp. | 4k)

"You heard me?" George looked mortified, crimson shame creeping up his face. "Well...yeah." Dream rubbed the back of his neck with his hand. "And saw." "Oh, God."

— Guilty Pleasures and an Even Guiltier Presence by icycas (expl. | comp. | 1k)

George forgets to turn off teamspeak one day and Dream lingers in the call.

— I Go Off Like a Gun by Fetish Ball (arsenicarose) (expl. | comp. | 5k)

George gets off to the thought of Dream, and Dream overhears.

#dnf #dreamnotfound #anon asks #dreamwastaken #georgenotfound #dnf fanfic recs #dnfao3tags recs #accidental voyeurism #getting caught

[impala1967dwinchester]

Jensen Ackles- New Girl

Pairing: Jensen x Mrs.Ackles, Jensen x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Home Wreaker, cheating, married and cheating, scandalous, almost getting caught, feelings, accidentally being a home wrecker, therapist, implied smut, roughness.

Summary: Being Jensen's secretary comes with a very odd relationship. One that Jensen seems perfectly fine with.

WC- 2.9k

A/n- @firefly-graphics for dividers

Main Master List // Jensen A. Master List

"I need you in my office in five," Jensen said to me over the speaker from the landline. Five minutes was a long enough time for him to change from being pissed off and ready to blow off steam on yelling at me. His words echoed in my mind.

I'd been working with Jensen for the past 6 months. Everything was cosher until the workload got harder, and the stress on Jensen got worse. When he had hired me, it was "Yes, sir", and "Yes, Mr. Ackles right away Mr. Ackles." But now it wasn't anything but a few words to me every day. The office was bleak and so was Mr. Ackles's attitude.

I hadn't the slightest clue as to what was truly ever going on with my boss. You'd think that I would, I'd hear gossip or find something out, but that was never the case. He was so damn secretive about nearly everything.

Five minutes never seemed so fast. I bumped my leg, my heel ever so slightly hitting the carpet floor. I kept my eyes on the right lower corner of my computer screen. Watching the clock tick by. You could say that this was a waste of time and you might be right. You could say that I could be working on something, but it would be worthless especially if I knew that was where this was going.

Mr. Ackles only ever called me into his office, when he was going to fuss and yell at me. He was a great employer when he was 'a nice' employer. There is always something about him coming back from lunch with his wife.

Something about his wife made him furious. No matter what he'd come in guns blazing and a few moments later he'd call me in. I realized at the start of my employment what it really meant when he called me into his office.

I was a paid therapist at those times. He vented to me about his wife, and how he wish 'I could somehow get out of this ridiculous relationship.' I slide the wheeled chair back, shaking the bravery onto my face as I went into the lion's dens. I let my heels glide me over to his door, knocking only once.

"Come in." It was quick and cold. Not loud and robust like I expected to come through the door. I took a deep breath and opened the door. Mr.Ackles had taken off his dress jacket it was laying around the edge of his chair, and had rolled his sleeves up to his elbows. A look that would nearly have me at my knees if he was anyone else.

He was my boss, and yes we had an odd relationship when it came to me coming into his office, but I couldn't and wouldn't think of my boss as a hot older gentleman. It would go against everything I believed in, and for starters, you can't be in love with your boss.

"Mr.Ackles," I said, from here I wasn't sure what was going to happen. I was never truly sure what sort of plans came into his head while he waited in his office for me.

Would today be another day of wasting hours of listening to him come to the same conclusion that he hated his wife? That he wished for something and someone different in his life. With Mr. Ackles being the head of his company, I think it was rather hard to deal with everything that came with running a business and treating your life like you were walking on eggshells.

I had only met his wife once. Slightly orange hair that was longer than mine, tall and demanding behavior as she walked into the halls. On the prowl for her husband, searching through rooms and halls. Until she came to my desk. Now, this was at the very being of my employment. She gave me a rather snotty look, before looking me up and down and scoffing. "Hello, may I help you?" I was still new to the job and new ways of being a secretary. With a roll of her eyes, and a hand placed on her hip. "I'm here for my husband. I'm Mrs. Ackles" She said.

I rang her husband and heard the saddest sigh ever over the phone. A sigh of disappointment, sadness. I'm not sure what was sad, the yelling made the conversation hard to listen to. She came out speed walking down the hallway. "You can fuckin' deal with him." and with that, she had never walked back into the office.

"Mr. Ackles. I can sit down if you need me to." I said softly. I never wanted to yell, for too many reasons but one of them. Was simply because I wasn't like his wife. He had yet to look up at me from his desk, his eyes cast down on the wood pattern. I took a moment and waited for some sort of something to come out of his mouth.

I moved further into his office. Closing the door behind me, and walking past the chair that was laid out for people. I stood next to the side of his desk, hopping up onto the desk. My legs were crossed and my skirt rose up on my thighs. My skin showing off, and not on purpose. "I'm here, whatever you need Mr. Ackles," I said softly again. You don't need to rush him.

"It's Jensen, Y/n." He said finally, but his gaze was looking down at his wooden desk. I reached out, "Okay, Jensen. Can we talk about what happened?" I said. My hand landed on his shoulder blade. I felt him shiver at the touch I swallowed thickly. Worried that maybe I had crossed a line, an invisible line. He moved under my touch my hand slipping from his shoulder blade and made into my own lap. Jensen was leaning into his big office chair, but it wasn't big enough.

I tried to come up with some words, but sometimes silence is better. "You know she's always so worried that I'm fucking you." Jensen said, my first inticst was to ask why, ask how she had come up with a conclusion like that. "I can't tell if she's saying I'm fucking you over, or she truly thinks that I'm fucking you." My hand came up to my hair fingers running thorugh it. Worry was written on my face. I could feel it, and I knew that Mr. Ackles could see it.

"Why would she think that, sir?" I asked. Jensen looked over me, and for the time I noticed something I had never seen before. Freckles, that were littering his cheeks, and nose. If I had the time I'd count and recount them every day. I shook my head trying desperately to get out of my own thoughts. "I'm not sure, maybe she is jealous of just how much time we spend together? Maybe she is jealous of how pretty you are?" Jensen said. My heart quickened in my chest I swear he could hear it.

"I'm not as beautiful as she is though. She shouldn't worry about me, I'm nothing in comparison to her." I said quickly, say only what is right to say, not what you feel in this type of satin. I didn't realize just how close I had gotten myself to Mr. Ackles. Not even more then a arms length away from each other.

God, I had never realized how good he smelt. His cologne was everywhere in this room, about him was like a drug. The closer Jensen and I got the more my heart raced in my chest. "Maybe I should just do what my wife is accusing me of doing. Maybe I should let myself take what I want after all these months." He said. It was loud and clear. "Maybe I should just drag you over my desk and fuck you raw, like my wife thinks." Jensen said. My mouth was left gapping open.

All sorts of thoughts ran throw my head before I felt the softest touch on my exposed skin. I looked down to see a giant hand nearly wrapping around my thigh. "I'm sure she... I'm sure she doesn't think you're doing anything like that with me, Mr. Ackles." I muttered. "Why because I'm your boss?" Mr. Ackles asked. I was chewing at my lip. Thinking about how to get out of this. Jensen seemed perfectly fine with having his hand wrapped around my thigh.

"Yes," I whispered as I continued to look down at his hand on my thigh. His fingers moved, squeezing at my flesh. if I was smarter, if I didn't want this I would have moved already, but at last, I'm still sitting here on his desk, with his fingers playing at my flesh.

"So, are you saying you wouldn't love me to fuck you with my fingers?" Jensen hinted. My words weren't working, and neither was my mouth as I tried and failed to come up with something to say to Mr. Ackles. There could be a thousand things that happen. We could get caught, he could fire me after everything because he realized that he fucked up, or he... we could continued whatever this new relationship is.

"How about you just relax and come here," Jensen said pointing towards the center of the desk. He pushed a few things out of the way and made room for me. I didn't move at first too scared that if I did, everything that had been said in the small space would prove untrue. He waited until he grew impatient. "Come now, I promise you," Jensen said softly, reaching out his hand so I could take it. I hopped down from the desk with his help before moving in front of him. Jensen moved back in the office chair, the wheels helping move him back to give me room to hop onto the desk once again.

Once again I was sitting at his desk. I tried to cross my legs, but Jensen stopped that. Pinning them instead next to each of his thighs. My heels dug into the office chair as I realized how exposed I was to him. "Look at you, doing so good for me." Jensen praised me, his words felt like smooth honey rolling down my back. Making me relax more into his touch.

"I noticed that you shut the door behind you when you came in," Jensen commented, I turned to look at the door. I bit my lips before turning back around and looking down at him. "Did you do that on purpose? Did you think that something was going to happen?" Jensen questioned me. I shook my head, not trusting how my words might come out.

"You'll have to answer me sooner or later, don't go forgetting you work me now Y/n." Jensen said, as he brought his hands further up my legs. Caging me in with his body, as I caged him in with my legs. "You know I should have seen it beforehand." He continued. "You're always so sweet to me, letting me ramble on about how shitty of a relationship I have with my wife. I bet you wanted to take advantage of that. Did you want to take advantage of your boss huh?" Jensen questioned me. I shook my head. "Oh you poor sweet thing." Jensen teased. I swallowed hard, as I wondered how faar he would elt this go.

"Are you worried we might get caught?" He asked. For the first time, my words came tumbling out of my mouth with no regard for how small or timid they might sound. "Yes, I'm afraid we might get caught," I whispered. "Oh no sweetheart. We won't get caught because you're going to be real quiet." He said encouruaging me to agree with him. "wuiet?" I asked. "Yeah, quiet. So I can fuck you." Jensen said.

His fingers twitching as they got closer and closer to my waist. "Mr. Ackles, don't you think this has gone to far. I wouldn't wanna upset.." i was shushed by Jensen. One finger coming up to brush up agasint my lips. My attention had drawn out and began to focus on his long pointer finger. I felt my eyes cross as I looked down the bridge of my nose.

"Like I said Y/n, it's Jensen. Frankly, I don't give a shit what Mrs. Ackles thinks. Unless you care about whatever boy toy you've got waiting for you at home? If you have any boy toy waiting for you at all." Jensen said. "No I don't have anyone waiting for me at home," I said quietly. Thinking and reminding myself just lonely I indeed was. this job was everything that I had. It was the most interaction I had with anyone in a while now. I didn't have a shit ton of girlfriends, so there wasn't much of leaving the house and getting shit-faced drunk before rushing back home for work on Monday morning. I didn't have a boyfriend that was excepting me back home after my work day ended. I didn't even have an animal that I took care of.

Mr. Ackles was my life in an odd and obsessive way.

"Y/n come back to my baby. I know you must feel lonely, and I can fix that for you." He said, his hand turning and cupping my cheek. "But you've got to keep it our little secret." He said eyes big, not willing to open up to anyone or anything. This was the closest we had to trusting each other.

"Okay," I said. It was simple. Saying it was simple, but what happening was far from simple. It was what you read in fantasy novels or romance novels. "Good," he said before he was leaning in,. I melted as he got closer to my touch. Excitement was running through my bones, and I breathed in one last time before his lips were on mine.

I had expected something different. With Jensen's rough exterior, I was expecting the same as how he would kiss or touch me. Everything led to something new that I was discovering. His lips were plump and soft when they came in contact with mine. He was cradling my cheek, there wasn't an ounce of pressure behind any movement he made.

There was no tongue that came busting into my mouth. Nothing forced, as Jensen's lips came lifting off my mine. "Now, that wasn't too bad was it?" he asked me. There was a twinge in his eyes, something had shifted in him as he kissed me. I could feel just how hot my face was. Just how much the blush had covered over my face.

"Aren't you just a cutie?" Jensen teased as he left my immediate space. I shook my head, "Mr. Ackles..." I tried to say but was stopped by a strong arched brown looking back at me. "It's Jensen dearie." He said but urged me to continue. "Jensen are you gonna touch me soon?" I asked, my words of course are timid, but enough to make him laugh.

A heavy, deep laugh from the bottom of his stomach. "Are you getting a little frustrated with how sweet I'm being with you?" He questioned me. "Hmm" Humming, I took a deep breath, and leaned into him. Kissing him deeply, all while I let my finger roam around him.

Undoing the buttons of his collared shirt, my hands glided over the white tank top covering his warm skin. "Can you take this off?" I asked innocently. "Of course anything for you." He said leaning back and stripping from the collared shirt and the tank top. Warm-toned skin came into view. Abs that weren't super toned were definitely there to be seen. I let my hands do whatever they wanted to do. Grazing over his skin down to meet the ridge of his dress slacks. Playing ever so slightly with the belt that held them nicely on his hips.

"No, not yet dearie." He said swatting my hands away from his belt. "You already got something, now why don't we make it fair and you lose some more clothing." He commented. I bit my lip and blinked a few times before reaching for my blouse. "Do you want the pleasure?" I asked him dragging the motion out. He didn't think too hard and for too long. His fingers took over control of my blouse. Undoing all of the buttons until the only thing that was left was my bralette. A dark purple that hung nicely to my skin tone.

"Purple? A very naughty color for you to be wearing to work don't you think?" Jensen said as he cupped my breasts in his hands. "I would have never thought about this when I hired you." I shivered at the thought as he continued to play with my breasts through the thin purple lace. "Whatever you say, Jensen." I huffed out. The teasing of his fingers and hands. Warm flesh against warm flesh was wonderful.

"I have all sorts of things planned for your sweet thing," Jensen said before letting his face fall into the valley of my breasts. His lips and mouth teased, licking, and sucking at my skin. My hand came into his hair, a slight pull and tug here and there as I couldn't help but moan at each of his teasing licks.

"What am I going to do with you, Mr. Ackles?" I said through moans of pure enjoyment. Jensen lifted his head, looking up at me through thick lashes. "You aren't sure what you're going to do with me, but I know what I'm going to do with you," Ackles said. Leaning up to kiss me softly.

Completed on: 01/25/2023

Posted on: 01/26/2023

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[undercoverdrxco]

Anthony Bridgerton/You

Here’s to the Honeymoon (5+1)

- five times that you were caught, and one time you were not -

…here’s to celebrating your honeymoon in the same house as the nosiest of Bridgertons

#anthony bridgerton #Bridgerton #Anthony bridgerton fic #five and one #getting caught #over and over #how lovely

[mo-dao-zu-shi-incorrectquotes]

Lan Xichen: Why are you naked?

Lan Wangji: I don't have cloths.

Lan Xichen, opening the closet: Didi, you have t-shits, pants, winter cloaks, outer-robes, hi young master wei, underwears, hanfus...

#grandmaster of demonic cultivation #mo dao su zhi #the untamed #mdzs #mdzs incorrect quotes #the untamed incorrect quotes #lan wangji #lan zhan #wei wuixan #wei ying #lan huan #lan xichen #wangxian #cloud recesses arc #getting caught #xichen ships it