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howlyourmelancholy · 8 months

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Talking Bodies

summary: in which there are four of you (+ toys)

warnings: poly!marauders, with remus taking charge. foursome. sex toys (bullet vibrator, mentions of nipple clamps). rough sex. anal sex. double penetration. pet names; (princess, sweet girl). brief hints of subspace.

words: 1k.

notes: sent a snapchat to my real life bestie for suggestions, she originally picked remus. a few more snaps and it spawned into the poly!marauders and their collective girlfriend. it's short and brief, so i might need to write something full length to give this trope some more love.

It felt like the pleasure was literally about to kill you. The buzzing of the toy held firmly against your throbbing clit, coupled with the two cocks splitting you open and the third nudging the back of your throat, was going to kill you.

"You can give us another, can’t you, sweet girl?" Remus said, his voice a combination of utter tenderness and complete authority that made your eyes roll back into your skull. If he'd been able to see the expression of pleasure etched upon your facial features, he might have mocked you, cooing about how pretty you looked with tears and spit smeared on your face. He liked seeing you messy and cock-drunk.

As it was, James obscured his view. The dark-haired boy was standing on the bed at your side, his fingers threaded through your hair as you bobbed on his cock, your lips stretched prettily around his girth, spit dripping from the corners of your mouth and down your chin. As you swallowed more of him, his cock nudged the back of your throat, and he exhaled a huff of pleasure.

You moaned around him. The salty taste of his pre-cum was like heaven in your mouth. You ran your tongue along the underside of his shaft, tracing the prominent vein with the tip, making his hips stutter. You could tell that he was close and wanted to taste more. "Shitshitshit," he growled beneath his breath, his fingers tugging hard on your hair to pull you off before he could cum.

A harsh slap on your inner thigh brought you back to reality, reminding you that there was more than James here. Sirius' calloused fingers rubbed your skin to soothe the sting of his slap. Sirius had always been fond of anal and had relished the training of your tight hole. The process had taken a considerable amount of time and lube, but you managed to fit all of him, feeling like his cock was stuck in the back of your throat.

He thrust roughly into you, making you moan loudly. The pleasure made you clench, which in turn had Sirius hissing in your ear as your tight hole got tighter still. “He asked you a question. You gonna cum for us?”

It was almost as though the three of them were intent on killing you. They'd already pulled four orgasms from you, leaving your bones turned completely to jelly and your mind wandering out of your body. You were so high in the clouds that you didn't think you'd ever come down, but another wave of heat was starting to simmer in your abdomen.

Sirius slapped your thigh again, making you squeal and buck. It was at that moment that Remus brought your attention back to him by pressing the buzzing toy more firmly against your throbbing clit. Warm honey seemed to snake through your veins, causing your muscles to twitch, a tell-tale sign of the orgasm about to rip through you.

Remus had his cock buried deep in your cunt, enjoying the feeling of Sirius moving so roughly through your walls. Your legs were wound loosely around his waist, your feet dangling limply in the air as the three of them used you. When you found Remus' eyes, they were blown wide; there was something feral in them that made you clench somehow even tighter. He had asked a question but was demanding an answer, and the correct answer was that you came again right now.

As though sensing how close you were, he began to move. Remus pulled back in time with Sirius, leaving you feeling empty and squirming between them. And then the two of them slammed forward, both of them hitting that sweet spot inside you but from different angles. You keened loudly, head thrown back, and James took the opportunity to shove his cock back into your mouth.

His hand tightened around your hair and held you, your nose pressed into the wiry curls at the base of his shaft. You gagged violently around him until he finally let you up for a much-needed breath. It lasted only a moment before he thrust back into your mouth, setting a gruelling pace that had your jaw aching. “Fuck, her mouth s’too good. Got me so close, sweet girl.”

Sirius dug the fingers of one hand into the doughy flesh of your inner thigh, leaving bruises of his fingerprints behind while the other rose to palm roughly at your tit. Your nipples were hardened peaks that crowned the tops of your tits, still throbbing and aching from the earlier pinch of the clamps Remus had made you wear during your first four orgasms. Sirius pinched one of them while James rolled the other one between his thumb and forefinger, but it was Remus and that wicked vibrator that finally did you in.

The knot in your stomach unravelled quickly and suddenly, coming undone all at once. The vibrations of the toy could be felt through your gummy walls, which twitched and spasamed around the boys, sending them both over the edge with you. You tasted James' cum first, the tang of it hardly penetrating through your senses; you felt Sirius and Remus fill you with their thick cum, but you were gone.

Completely and utterly gone.

“That’s it,” Remus growled through is teeth. “Told you you could give us another. Such a good girl for us.”

Your body was a slave to the pleasure; it ripped through you, making your muscles twitch and spasm. The vibrations of that toy against your clit were merciless and unrelenting, sending you sky-rocketing as you struggled to swallow around James' cock.

You must have blacked out; in fact, you are sure you did. When your eyes next opened, you found yourself lying on the bed, your head resting in James' lap, his fingers carding through your hair. Remus was rubbing a warm palm up and down your spine; your skin was sweat-slicked and burning. Sirius had a warm cloth in his hand, using it to clean between your thighs, earning a whine from you and a relentless wriggle of your hips as he moved over your sore clit.

Remus leant down to press a kiss against your temple as your eyes closed again. “Did so good tonight, princess.” His voice was sweet like honey, dripping over your sensitive skin in a way that was sure to lull you to sleep. You hummed softly as you felt the bed dip, shift and bounce as somehow the three of them settled in around you.

#the marauders #poly!marauders #poly!marauders x reader #poly!marauders smut #poly!marauders imagine #poly!marauders x you #james potter #sirius black #remus lupin #james potter smut #sirius black smut #remus lupin smut #james potter x you #sirius black x you #remus lupin x you

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arminsumi · 8 months

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🔞 playtime w enemy!gojo

g. satoru — さとる

NOTE: i think abt this idea all the time n i just thought id gift u all a piece of mean nasty enemy gojo lusting for u

WARNINGS — ignore errors pls, smut, he's mean he's a jerk but he kinda feels for u, blood mentions, fighting, m*sturbation, he jerkin it to a pic he snapped of ur defeated face 🫠 sexual tension, impact play (slapping n spanking), dirty talk, namecalling (sl*t, wh*re, b*tch, freak) and nicknames (bunny, sweetheart, baby), dirty talk, unprotected sex, taboo sex (fucking ur enemy) creampie, it's nasty im ngl, god kink thing??? he rlly cums n goes 🧍‍♀️, hairpulling

just... just enemy!gojo...

enemy!gojo kissing you like he's trying to kill you. you can feel this murderous rage on his lips after you fuck up his heroic plans.

and enemy!gojo fighting you like he's trying to get in your pants 🥴 he hates you so much, but let's be real he's in fucking denial and needs you so bad. after fights, he's cooped up in his bedroom jerking off to the memory of all those positions he put you in. ("ooh, well aren't you flexible?" he teases when he literally puts you into a full-nelson. "hey, if this whole villain business fails for you then you can be my personal pornstar.")

his whole body feels like it's on fire when you're throwing fists with him. he shakes not from exhaustion or pain but just pure sexual desire. he gets so upclose and personal with you, you're sure it's on purpose. when you're limp and defeated, he takes a victory picture :( grabs your jaw and says "smile for the camera! aw, pretty lil' loser. you're so photogenic!" and you know when he gets home, he's gonna jerk off to that.

he can barely take your martial arts seriously, because you're so fucking tiny and weak in comparison to him. enemy!gojo likes to remind you of that, when he has you on your knees with your nose dribbling blood.

"aw, sweetheart, you're so fucking weak it's kinda turning me on."

he's got a fistfull of your hair, forcing your head to tilt back so violently yet when you look up at him, you can't help but feel this raw sexual tension and primal need to kiss him and worship him.

"f—fuck you, gojo — y-you're a freak. you think you're god... but you're a monstrous freak."

he's looking at you. and you're not sure if that's a murderous look or a pure lustful look — is he gonna kill you or fuck you? in his mind, though, the idea of killing you long faded away; you're his favorite enemy. what would he do without you? fighting with you is just the best, he gets to joke and tease and flirt and pester you and see you enjoying it wholeheartedly.

"bunny, look how cute you are, bleeding for me."

when you try spit your blood at him to retaliate, he's considering pulling his zipper down and stuffing your stupid mouth full of his cock. now that would put him on a power trip like nothing else.

then imagine the day this needy, desperate man actually snaps. and you snap. and the both of you fuck like bunnies. panting and feral. he couldn't say no when you started begging on your bruised knees for him to just fuck you already, just split you open on his cock.

his thrusts are primal. he's mocking you, voice so venemously attractive.

"wh—what would your friends think now, huh? think they'd still trust you knowing how willingly you spread your fuckin' legs for me? you damn slut. 'seen the way you look at me, gets me hot every time. you don't have any fucking idea what you do to me, do you? ha—ahhh that's so good... that's so fucking good..." his voice is usually so composed even when fighting, but when he's balls deep fucking up your guts so passionately then his voice becomes strained.

and he loves hearing your cute dirty talk, but you've got such a small voice he thinks it's cutely pathetic.

"f-fuck, g-g—gooojo ~ ! fuck me like you hate me."

he chuckles, "oh, baby. i don't have to fake it. i hate you so — fucking — much — ahhh — damn bitch, making my life so hard the least y-you could do is let me have this pussy once a week."

"a-anything for you."

his heart flutters. why? you're his enemy he reminds himself and makes his thrusts meaner and harder until you can't form a coherent thought. he relishes in your screaming moans, and there's no end to the teasing. as soon as he notices something he comments on it.

"ooh, look at that little pussy cream for me. who's it creaming for? who? that's fucking right, me. yeah stay like that and take my cock."

"o—h my god, nnn ~ !" you squeal, feeling almost too good with your threatening orgasm.

"ah-ah, there's no god but me, baby. i'm the one making this pussy freak out. ooh... think you're right, i do have a god complex. why don't you indulge in it? yeah? c'mon, baby i'm your god."

"y—you're m-my g–god, satoruuuh ~ ! ow!"

he plants a hard slap to your face. you're no stranger to his mean slaps, in fact you've joked to yourself about being his favorite bitch to slap. but that one in particular hurt, and you loved it.

"don't say my fucking name like we're friends, you freak. f—fuck... you like that, don't you? yeah? little freaky bitch likes getting slapped? mmm that's cute. kinky litttle fucking whore, let's see how hard this pathetic pussy can cum."

he pumps his cock into you at such a mean angle that you completely lose yourself, babbling obscenities and trembling in his strong hold. you couldn't free yourself from his grip even if you wanted to; he's the strongest, after all.

you get a good idea of how strong he is when you fight and sneak off to fuck.

the way he presses down on your back, the way he bullies his cockhead so deep that it feels like he's in your tummy, the way he pulls both your arms back with a rough tug like you're a ragdoll — just his fleshlight that he can move on his cock himself however he likes because he's so much bigger than you.

"gonna cum, my little slut gonna take it? yeah? good. that's what i like to fucking hear — oh fuck — ahhhah cumming — hah fuck that's good — that's — mmm — that's my fuckin' girl."

he plants rough spanks to your ass, groaning so deeply and holding you so close against his body that you feel like you're one with him.

"ooh, fuck..." he pulls out hastily, zipping himself up. forehead and abs beading with sweat. "thanks, love playtime with you. now get the fuck out of my sight." he sounds so sweet and venomous that you can't tell if he's joking, but then you remember a cold hard fact;

gojo satoru is your enemy.

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r1pp4r · 10 months

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• heres some more COD smutty smut >:))) so here are some nsfw könig headcannons!! im gonna do my man simon here soon but könig was taking up my entire SOUL last night so i wrote these :))

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warnings: NSFW!! MDNI P L E A S E <333 theres so much like its so much

- [ ] • this man is absolutely obsessed with a size kink. and i mean OBSESSED. he loves that you’re so small he can pick you up, and maneuver you however he wants. whenever he’s hitting it from the back esp in the shower, he’ll just pick you up and hold you while he slides you open on his cock 🫣

- [ ] • he loves any type of leather toy. he is a leather man all the way, and he also definitely has harnesses for you. he’d probably have you wear a leather collar at LEAST a few times 🖤

- [ ] • okay!! so yes könig is an absolute monster in bed but he’s also very very aware. he knows when it’s getting to be painful but also.. he’s just oblivious to how BIG he is. he doesn’t realize that every time he’s slamming into your little cunt that he’s literally splitting you in half almost

- [ ] • primal play. he absolutely LOOOOVES to chase you around the house while you hide and he drags you out from underneath something or literally ensnares you, it’s pretty hot ngl

- [ ] • honestly i think he’s vocal :) grunts, groans, moans, pants you name it. he’s very animalistic? def growling and like… almost marking tendencies?

- [ ] • will call you so many pet names and i mean SO many, especially in german. he’ll praise you in german while absolutely railing you.

- [ ] • idk i don’t feel like he’d be big into impact play? like p*ssy slapping n stuff yeah, ass here too but like HITTING you in the face? idk maybe a light slap here and there 🧍‍♂️ but nothing gruesome (besides ur ass that has been bloodied before)

- [ ] • he’s willing to try most stuff once, twice depending on the situation.

- [ ] • he is an edger to the fucking MAX. simon does edge you but thats bc he likes you to cum hard. KÖNIG?? NAHHHH, this man wants you so brain dumb that you’re basically drooling for him. he loves to overstimulate your body with giving you everything, then taking away his fingers or shaft at the last minute so you clench on nothing..

- [ ] • sometimes he’s gentle. but those aren’t necessarily nights he’s being nice. he’ll just slowly fuck into you from the side, basically just using you. you’d be cockwarming him 100%, and he’d just feel you explode and then keep going :D

- [ ] • also!! sweet stuff <333 aftercare is so, so so important to him. since he basically makes you brain dead for a little while, he loves to carry you around the house, gets water, snacks, comfort plushes n such. especially comfort clothes. he even got chair for the shower so after you all are done you dont have to stand :) he’ll def put you in one of his sweaters, shirts, etc. and then pull you against his chest and cuddle you until you fall asleep or he’s ready for the next round 🧍‍♂️

- [ ] • speaking of.. yeah this man is absolutely animalistic. he’s growling, biting, scratching, pulling, yelling. anything you can think of primal and he’ll do. it’s actually really really hot

- [ ] • … he’s an anal man sometimes. and has 100% gotten pegged but will never speak of it.

- [ ] • he has a breeding kink like a motherfucker. that man will absolutely fill you until you genuinely have a bulge. he loooves watching his cum literally ooze out of your literal swollen cunt and he always talks abt how hes gonna fill you with his kids and mark you so no other man wants you 🧍‍♂️

ANYWAY THATS ALL!!! simon comin tn :)

#konig modern warfare #konig headcanons #konig imagine #konig cod #konig x reader #konig smut #konig mw2 #konig x you #konig call of duty #konig #smut #cod modern warfare #cod x reader #cod mw2 #call of duty mw2 #könig mw2 #mw2 2022 #headcanon #headcannons

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wintersoldiersoul · 8 months

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Brat

A/N: Literally have a flight to catch in 4 hours and this is how I'm spending my time. Also this was inspired by a video by The Stark Internship on TikTok! I love their account so much definitely check them out.

Summary: Bucky is fed up with your attitude

Warnings: Smut, Daddy kink, fingering, oral (m and f receiving), breeding kink

Everyone has days when they just wake up on the wrong side of the bed. Today was one of those for you. You hadn't slept well in a few nights and you were irritable and on edge. Your had tons of assignments due for work, and your boss was a nightmare. Everything was pissing you off today from the slow walkers on the street, to your shoelaces coming untied.

“Hey baby,” Bucky said, smiling and giving you a kiss when you walked through the door.

“Hi,” you deadpanned, slipping your bag off your shoulder and letting it fall to the ground.

His expression changed when he saw your mood. “Bad day?”

You nodded, strutting over to the kitchen to get the cold brew from the fridge. “Where’s the coffee?” You asked, unable to find it in the fridge.

“Oh I finished it this morning,” Bucky answered. “I was gonna grab some more tomorrow.”

You groaned, throwing your head back. “Why didn’t you just get more when you finished it? Now I have to go back out.”

“Sorry baby, I didn’t think you’d need coffee at 5pm,” he said apologetically.

“Well I do because unfortunately for me, I haven’t slept all week because your body is like a fucking furnance and I have a killer headache that only caffeine can fix.”

“I’ll go out and get you a coffee, okay?” Bucky had seen you in these moods a lot. You got irritable whenever you were stressed or tired or hungry, which was a lot. “You go relax.”

“Thanks,” you answered, slumping over to the home office. You did some more work, trying to get ahead of what you had to do tomorrow.

“Here,” he said when he got back, placing a starbucks cup in front of you. “How can I help?”

“Just leave me alone,” you snapped. It came out harsher than you intended. “I’m sorry.”

But Bucky wasn’t offended. He just smirked at you. “That’s it,” he said sternly. “You have 30 minutes to get ready and then you and me? We’re going to dinner. And we’re gonna have a great time. And when we get back, I want you on the bed with your legs spread for me. And I’m gonna split you open on my cock and fuck that attitude right out of you, got it?” He commanded.

You swallowed harshly, already feeling your clit throbbing from his words. “Yes, sir.”

“Good,” he nodded his head and walked out of the room.

You decided to play into his game while at dinner, acting extra bratty to see just how riled up you could get him. The second you walked in the door, his eyes narrowed. “I’m giving you a two minute head start. By the time I get in there, you better be naked and touching that pretty pussy, okay? Go.”

You ran to the bedroom, completely submissive to him. You quickly discarded your clothing and laid on the bed moving a hand between your legs. You inserted two fingers inside of yourself, wetness pooling around your fingers. Bucky opened the door just as you were reaching your peak.

“Good girl,” he smirked. “No cumming though. Not yet sweetheart.” He crawled on the bed moving his face in between your legs watching as you played with yourself. “Bet those little fingers don’t feel as good as mine. You need my thick fingers stretching you out to really feel good.” He grabbed your wrist and made you remove your fingers from yourself. “Nothing to say? No sassy little remark to fire back at me? You’ll do whatever Daddy tells you, won’t you?” His eyes darkened as he spoke.

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Good,” he said, running flesh fingers through your folds. “Such a perfect cunt,” he grunted as he inserted a finger, curling it slowly to torture you. “Too bad you’ve been a brat today.” He swiftly removed his finger and licked it clean. “Get on your knees. Now,” he commanded while undoing his belt and taking down his pants. Your mouth watered at the wet spot on his boxers where his tip was leaking. You reached out to take his underwear off but he shoved your hands away. “No no no, baby girl. You wait for Daddy to tell you what to do.” He smacked your ass hard and you moaned.

“Daddy please!!” You begged like a child. “Wanna suck you.”

Bucky laughed darkly. “You need that slutty mouth filled? You want Daddy’s cock to choke on? Wan’ me to fuck your face real hard, don’t you?” You squeezed your legs together at his words, desperate for something.

“Mhm, want it so badly. Wanna run my tongue over the slit and wrap my lips around your thick cock. Want you to stretch out my mouth.”

He inhaled sharply at your words. Bucky was dominant in bed, but he was so in awe of you that sometimes he just had to give in. “Oh fuck, Princess, the shit you say.” He slowly dragged his boxers down his legs. “Come make Daddy feel good.”

You crawled to him, immediately licking his slit, moaning at the taste of his pre-cum on your tongue. He threw his head back as you wrapped your lips around all of him and bobbed up and down. “Shit,” he gasped, grabbing your hair to move your head quicker. You brought one hand up and lightly squeezed his balls which caused him to start to move his hips, fucking your mouth just like he said we would. “Holy shit, Princess, oh-oh fuck.” He continued to mumble profanities as you moved. Bucky was always vocal in bed - something that you loved. Hearing the pleasure you brought him made everything so much better. “Gonna cum, baby. Gonna shoot a load in the back of your throat and I want you to swallow it all for me,” he said, breath growing more rapid. You continued until you felt the thick liquid hit your throat, swallowing it all with ease. “That’s a good girl,” he praised, pulling his dick out of your mouth. “Now lemme see how wet that little pussy is. Bet your clit is so swollen. Just begging to be played with,” he cood as he lifted you up onto the bed and held your legs apart. He blew cold air onto your clit, the sensation making you feral. You needed him. Your slick was running down your thighs. He brought his mouth closer and closer but never quite connecting it. He ran his hands up and down your inner thighs, making you squirm.

“D-Daddy please! I’ll be so good to you. You can do anything you want. Use me however you want just please touch me!”

He looked up at you from in between your legs and smirked. “Anything? You’d even let me fill this sweet cunt up with my cum?” He asked, causing another moan to ring out from your throat. “Oh you want that, don’t you. Dirty girl. You wanna be full of your Daddy?”

“Y-yes! Please, just-” you stopped short when he put his lips around your clit, sucking with full force. “Oh yes Daddy! Fuck!” He inserted two metal fingers inside you, the stretch sending fireworks throughout your body. His eyes connected with yours as he kept sucking your clit and fingering you. He loved watching your eyes when he pleasured you. Loved how glassy and dazed you looked. He added a third finger, stretching you to the hilt. Your orgasm was coming quick. “Can I cum, Daddy?” He moaned into your pussy signaling yes and you exploded. Your walls clenched and your clit throbbed as euphoria washed over you.

Bucky didn’t stop his movements, though. If anything, he sucked a little harder and fingered you a little faster. You were letting out high pitched moans continuously, already on the brink of a second orgasm. “DADDY!” You yelled out as the most intense orgasm of your life washed over you, squirting onto his face and the bed. The sound of your liquid hitting the sheets made Bucky feral. He let you ride out your high on his face and his fingers before carefully removing himself.

“Oh, honey, you are too fucking much. Squirting for your Daddy, now that’s what good girls do. So proud of you angel.” He kissed you passionately, letting your taste on his tongue fill your mouth. “Gonna give you my cock now, okay? Gotta make sure all that attitude is really gone.”

He aligned himself with your pussy and immediately thrusted all the way in. He gave you no time to adjust to his size before he snapped his hips hard, hitting your g-spot everytime. “Such a slutty little thing, look at ‘cha,” he taunted, unable to take his eyes away from his cock slipping in and out of you. “You got my cock fucking drenched, baby girl. You that desperate to be fucked? Making puddles on this bed I swear,” he said, continuing to fuck you hard. His hand reached to your clit, giving it a feather light touch just to tease you a little more.

“Daddy, touch my clit, please! Been so good for you,” you pleaded.

He laughed. “Nothing is ever enough for you, is it? Got you stuffed full of cock and you’re asking for more?” Despite his teasing, he gave you what you wanted, connecting his fingers to your clit and applying the perfect amount of pressure. “Fuck, feel you squeezing me. You gonna cum again for me? You gonna cum all over Daddy’s big cock?”

“Yes, Daddy!” you screamed, tears rolling down your cheeks.

“Cum with me baby girl, gonna fill you up. Gonna get you all pregnant and round. Fuck you’re gonna look so good carrying my baby,” he grunted, thrusts growing sloppy.

“Give it to me, Daddy! Fill me up!” You moaned, feeling his cum shooting into your body and setting off your own orgasm. You screamed as you came, squirting for the second time.

When you had both finished, he removed his dick from you and got up to get a towel. He carefully cleaned you up, looking into your eyes with love.

“So, did we fix that attitude?”

“I don’t know,” you smirked. “I think there’s still some in there that needs to be fucked out of me.”

“You’re trouble,” Bucky growled, crawling on top of you once again.

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hees-mine · 6 months

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𝐋𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 - 𝐋.𝐡𝐬 𝐩𝐭.𝟑

Pairing: heeseung ⚥ reader

Synopsis: sleeping with your best friend’s dad wasn’t something you’d ever dream of doing, but after having him not once but twice, there was no going back, and something you never thought would happen was starting to become a regular occurrence.

Warning: smut, dirty talk, multiple orgasms, taboo relationship, cum eating, sir kink, cursing, overstimulating, pet names, oral sex.

Genre: 18+, best friends dad, smut, single dad, taboo relationship, minors do not interact!

WC: 1,920k

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Not even one week and you managed to fuck your best friend's dad again even though you silently promised yourself you wouldn't, but alas, here you are with him again. He had you on his bed bent over, roughly fucking into you while his hands rested on your hips, not one ounce of guilt in his body. The only thing on his mind was just how good your cunt felt wrapped around him so tightly, always so wet and warm, like you were just made for him. "Missed this pussy so much, baby," he whispers because your friend and his daughter are literally sleeping in the next room. It's three in the morning, and heeseung persuaded you to stay the night before you could leave because there was no way he could wait to feel you again since the moment you left his office, he needed to have you again and again and again. "Been thinking of you for days," he laughs at himself cause it hasn't even been more than a couple of days, yet it felt like weeks since he last had his dick in you.

He bent down, placing a kiss on your back as he wrapped his arms around your upper body, pressing you to his chest, hand groping your breasts. "Fuck heeseung," you moan, trying to stay quiet, but it just feels too good to keep it down.

"Shhh, we have to be quiet," he whispers and cranes his head to the side, kissing you in an attempt to muffle your moans. Despite how badly he wanted to hear you, he couldn't risk the two of you getting caught.

Even after him telling you to keep it down, you still couldn't stop moaning from how good his dick felt, and if anything, you got louder. "You want her to hear us, huh?" He teases. "Baby, you're so fucking dirty," he says when you tighten at his words. "You really want your friend to know you like getting fucked by her dad? Now that's not very ladylike of you, y/n."

"N-no," you shook your head, denying it. You were trying to keep it down, you really were, but it was hard to, and you knew he knew that when he chuckled and started rubbing on your sensitive clit.

"Then why so loud, hmm? If I didn't know any better, I'd say you want to get caught wanna be seen with my cock in you, you dirty little thing" he scrunched his nose up, almost mocking you, and you couldn't take it anymore because he knew exactly what he was doing to you and he was about to drive you insane. "All spread open, taking my cock like a good girl," he smirks, slowly rubbing your nub. "Gotta tell you, baby, it is quite the view. Your pussy looks so pretty getting split open on my cock”

You drop your head in embarrassment, and he just laughs at you. Oh, how he loved to tease you. It was his next favorite thing to do next to fucking you.

"Don't be shy." he tilts your chin, making you look at him while he gives you deep back shots. "No one's gonna see but me" he smiles and leans back, covering your tits with his large hands, palming them, and pressing his thumb on your hardened buds.

"Oh, heeseung," your moans are still just as loud, but you just can't keep it in with the way he's rutting into you. It feels like heaven. "It's so big." your eyes roll back to your head, and your words just make him want to please you even more. "So deep," you mumble out, feeling cock drunk, and he's barely been fucking you for five minutes.

"Yeah, baby, you take it so well." his lids droop lower. The vice-like grip you have on him makes his brain feel fuzzy.

He plays with your right breast, left hand trailing down your smooth stomach until he finds your pearl once again and starts rubbing it in tight, pleasuring circles.

"Fuck! Yes, sir, just like that," he grunts fucking you faster until clapping sounds fill up his bedroom, and he's not worried about getting caught. He's too in the moment. Your pussy feels too good for him to think rationally.

"Yeah? Like that?" He runs his fingers through his hair, abs tensing with every sharp thrust. "You like it?" He moans, biting on his lip in a poor attempt to keep it down.

"Yes, so fucking deep," you moan shamelessly and he grips your hip finger pads, leaving marks as he massages your clit faster and faster.

"Shit baby, feels so good, just so fucking warm and wet fuck” he pants, picking up the pace until your tits slosh on your chest from his quick hard thrusts.

"Sir c-cumming!" You shriek, and he goes animalistic, snapping his hips over and over again as he feels your walls spasming around his thick cock.

"That's right cum on my dick like a good little girl," he grunts, rutting his cock into you like an absolute animal as he chases his high.

"Heeseung!" He quickly covers your mouth with his palm bottoming out with his stroked as he tilts your head, watching your eyes roll back into your skull. The sight is to fucking die for, and he's so close, right on the edge, but he has to stop cause if you kept moaning like that, you were bound to both get caught, and he couldn't have that.

"Fuck baby, you have to keep it down," he whimpers next to your ear cock twitching inside you, desperate to cum. You nod your head at his words, but you don't even trust yourself anymore. He's just fucking you too good to be quiet.

He picks up his pace again, and once again, you're moaning uncontrollably, his hand isn't even enough to stop you. "Shh, she's right next to us." it's even hard for him not to moan cause it just feels so good rubbing against your tight, silky walls.

He begins rubbing your clit faster so you can cum again before he has to pull out.

Your muffled screams are a sign that you're close, and he keeps going unrelenting with his pace until you finally come undone around his cock for the second time. "Fuck yes," he grits through his teeth, feeling your pussy tighten around him.

Once you come down, he uncovers your mouth slowly. He's still hard as a rock as he caresses your walls through your high before pulling out slowly. "Since you're so loud," he leaned back on the bedposts and took your wrist, guiding you between his legs where his cock rested hard and heavy on his stomach. "I'm gonna put something in your mouth to make you keep quiet" he smirked down at you, your eyes filled with desire as you eyed his wet throbbing cock. "Would you like that?" You quickly nod, making him smile in satisfaction. "Me too, princess. Now, be a good girl and put it in your mouth. Suck me off"

Immediately, your warm mouth engulfs his length, and he growls from the feeling of you suckling on his sensitive tip. "Feels so good already," he praises you and tips his head back, gulping down his saliva to wet his dry throat.

You suck lower on his shaft, wedging his tip deep down your throat as his hips jerk forward from the sensation. "Ahh fuck!" He cups his own mouth, this time slowly bucking his hips, and carefully fucking up into your mouth.

You pull off him after a few thrusts to catch your breath. You spat on his dick, getting it wet and sloppy before taking him back in your mouth, and you loved watching his eyes rolling back into his head as you groped his heavy balls. "G-gonna fucking cum, baby," his chest heaves up and down, and you focus on his tip, tightly wrapping your lips around the head, making him clutch onto his bed for dear life. "God, you're so fucking good at this," he whispers, Adam's apple bobbing up and down, and the first glance he takes at you makes him shoot his load deep in your throat. "Oh my fuc- yes, yes, keep sucking it," he hisses, watching your mouth pleasure his cock, and the gentle caress on his balls was just the cherry on top. "Mhhm fuck baby, you like the way that tastes?" He whimpers, and you nod, smiling up at him with your eyes, and he swears he feels his heart beating two times faster than it was before. "Okay baby, that's enough," he whimpers in overstimulation, trying to get you to pull off, but you keep on sucking, a mischievous look in your eyes. "I can't- o-oh baby," he groans, leaning back into the bed frame, legs shaking violently as you tighten your puffy, swollen lips around his veiny cock. "Fuck I really can't take anymore," he breathes out, panting uncontrollably as you finally release him from your mouth, but he still feels like he wants more, and his hard cock tells you the same.

"Sir, please?" You look up at him, batting your eyelashes, looking all pretty for him, making it hard for him to say no.

"I-" his words get lost when you rest your cheek on his thigh, caressing his sweaty skin up and down, giving him chills all over as his cock twitches from your movements. "Okay, but princess, we gotta hurry" he lets you have your way with him, groaning at the first contact of your wet mouth on his leaky cock head.

You hum around his length, taking him back down your throat. "Hmmm, your mouth just feels so good." Is he overstimulated? Yes, does your mouth feel so good that he can't stop you even if he wants to? Also yes. "Spit on baby," you nod and pull off his juicy cock gathering a glob of saliva and spitting on his cock. "Just like that" he cards his hands through your hair, watching his huge dick disappear in your mouth only to reappear, covered in your hot stringy spit, and his cum coating his shaft. It's wet and messy, but he loves it just like that. "Mmh shit, that's it, princess gonna make me cum again" he runs his thumb along your cheek, a tiny smile on the corner of his lips as you take him balls deep. "Gonna swallow again." you nod, your nails lightly, scraping his sack, and he swears everything little thing you do to him feels better and better each time. "Good girl" he cups his mouth yet again, the feeling so intense he lets out a few screams of his own as he violently shoots more cum in your mouth, gagging you. All you can hear is him breathing through his nose, muffled moans, and loud, sloppy sounds of you moving up and down on his softening cock. "Shit," he moves his hand and whimpers. You looked so pretty between his legs. "Get up here" he lifts you up on the bed when you pull off him, laying you sideways on his lap as he hungrily makes out with you, not caring about tasting his own cum on your tongue.

You cup his face, giggling softly into the kiss until you both part for air. "We gotta do that again when I drop you off at your place," he breathes out, resting his forehead against yours with a smile.

"Definitely," and you both know this isn't going to be the last time.

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Part Of Your World ~ p.p

chapter one: under the sea

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“Peter, don’t stand on that. You’re gonna fall off the boat.”

“Look, Jack. I’m flying.” Peter said as he balanced on the railing of Tony’s boat with his arms held out on either side of himself.

“Remind me to never take you on my yacht again. I always forget you guys aren’t yacht people.” Tony rolled his eyes and fixed his sun hat.

“The sun is literally setting. Why are you still wearing that enormous hat?” Peter laughed and pointed at him, almost losing his balance in the process.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize you can’t get skin cancer after 5 pm.” Tony retorted.

“You put on an entire bottle of sunscreen. I think you’ll be fine.” Peter replied and wobbled a little on the railing.

“Peter, I’m serious. You’re gonna fall off the boat.” Tony warned.

“Psh.” Peter scoffed. “I’m not gonna fall off the boat.”

“Is that a challenge?” Tony asked and got off his lounge chair.

“What? No, no no wait don’t-“ Peter was cut off by Tony shoving him in the chest. Peter fell over the railing and plummeted a few feet into the ocean water below. Everyone rushed to the railing to look at where Peter had gone. It took him a few seconds, but Peter eventually swam to the surface.

“AH! I fell off the boat!” Peter shouted when he broke through the surface of the ocean water.

“Tony! That’s not funny. He could drown.” Pepper scolded.

“He’s fine.” Tony insisted. “And honestly, I thought he’d stick to the railing. He’s always going on and on and on about how sticky he is. Then I give him a chance to prove his stickiness and he falls off my yacht. I swear. You can’t trust anyone these days.”

“Peter! Are you okay down there?” Pepper shouted down to him.

“I’m okay! The freezing cold water broke my fall.” Peter shouted back. Peter watched everyone’s face go from relieved to panicked in a split second.

“Peter! Look out for that wave!” Pepper shouted.

“Wave? Okay. Hi!” Peter smiled and waved at his team mates.

Before he knew what was happening, a wave from the boats propellers smacked him in the face and sent him deep under the water. Peter tried to swim back to the surface but was hit with another wave. He spun around a few times under the water and by the time he stopped, he didn’t know which was was up or down. The sun had set below the horizon by now so he couldn’t follow the light to the surface. Peter picked a direction and started to swim but slowly felt himself lose consciousness. His lungs burned as he swam and he found it harder and harder to move his body. Peter suddenly saw a shimmering flash of pink, green, blue and purple swim past him. He felt himself being pulled up towards the surface just as he slipped out of consciousness.

When Peter woke up, it was because he felt the water he had swallowed coming back up his throat. He started to choke on the water and felt himself being turned on his side so he could spit it all out. He hadn’t opened his eyes yet but could feel hands pumping on his chest, right over his heart.

“Come on. Don’t die on me.” Your voice drifted into his ears as you pumped on his chest. Peter felt his mouth being parted by your hands pulling his chin down right before your mouth met his. He thought it was a kiss at first, then felt his lungs inflate with air.

“Come on. Show me your eyes, okay? Let me see your eyes.” You pleaded and pumped harder on his chest.

Peters eyes slowly fluttered open and met yours. Your wet hair was hanging around your face like a frame on a painting. He could see sea shells and dainty rings braided and woven into strands of your hair. Peter involuntarily smiled at the sight of you, knowing immediately you were the most beautiful woman he’d ever see for the rest of his life. There was a whimsical nature about you, almost as if you were animated.

“There you are.” You smiled in relief. “Would you like to sit up?”

Peter nodded, still too stunned to speak. The inflection in your voice and the sparkle in your eyes gave Peter the impression that you weren’t human. No human he had ever seen looked or sounded the way you did. You seemed to glow from within as if your heart was made of candlelight. You helped Peter sit up and brushed the wet hair off his forehead. He looked around to take in his surroundings, seeing that he was on a flat rock in the middle of the ocean. You were half in the water with only what was above your torso visible to Peter. Peter then looked at you and fully took you in, feeling the breath getting stolen from his lungs for the second time that day.

“You saved my life.” He said breathlessly. You smiled a little, then looked afraid. You turned as if you dive back into the water, but Peter caught your hand.

“Wait! Where are you going?”

“I’m not supposed to be up here. I can’t be seen talking to you.” You said and looked around for anyone who might be watching.

“Can I at least know your name?” Peter pleaded. You looked into his eyes and as much as you knew the answer should be no, you found yourself nodding.

“It’s Y/n.” You told him.

“You saved me, Y/n. Why?” He wondered.

“You needed saving.” You said simply. Peter felt the strings of his heart being played by the sound of your voice and knew without a doubt he was falling for you. Before he could say anything else, he heard a familiar voice.

“PETER??!? WHERE THE FUCK DID YOU GO?!” Tony’s voice shouted from somewhere in the distance.

“Are you Peter?” You chuckled.

“I am.” He sheepishly admitted.

“Hello Peter.” You smiled softly.

“Hello.” He smiled back, feeling his entire face flush. You stared at each other in comfortable silence as the moonlight reflected off the water.

“PETER?!? DID YOU FUCKING DIE? HOLY SHIT, GUYS. I THINK HE FUCKING DIED.” Tony’s voice rang through the background, sounding closer now.

“I think someone is looking for you.” You teased.

“He can wait.” Peter insisted.

“OH NO. OH GOD. I FUCKING KILLED PETER.” Tony cried. Peter rolled his eyes up to the sky and let out a groan.

“I don’t think he can. You better get back.” You told Peter.

“Can I see you again?” Peter asked hopefully and took your hand again. You looked down at where your hands touched and let out a shaky breath. It was almost as if you’d never been touched before.

“Maybe. If you ever drown around here.”

“That’s a chance I’m willing to take.” Peter said without hesitation, making you laugh.

“Why? You don’t even know me.”

“But I’d like to.” Peter said and moved closer to you. You gasped a little but then leaned in as well. You reached out to touch Peters face, gasping at the way it felt.

“You’re warm.” You whispered, sounding surprised.

“I’m usually much warmer, if that’s what you like. But I high key just drowned so give me a minute to get it back.”

“Okay.” You nodded eagerly.

“PETER?! ARE YOU OUT THERE? PLEASE SAY YES.” Tony called again, sounding even closer this time.

“YES!” Peter shouted back.

“WHAT?” Tony yelled, making Peter groan.

“YES. I’M OVER HERE.” Peter cupped his hands around his mouth to shout to Tony. There was a long, long pause until Tony spoke again.

“WHO SAID THAT?”

“ME. PETER.” Peter shouted back at him.

“PETER? IS THAT YOU?” Tony asked.

��Jesus Christ.” Peter sighed. “YES. ITS ME. I’M BY THE ROCKS.”

“WHAT ROCKS?” Tony called.

“Here. Let me try.” You put a hand on Peters arm before turning in Tony’s direction. You opened your mouth and the most angelic melody cascaded out. Peter watched you in awe as you sang a specific tune over and over across the sea.

“COMING.” Tony shouted, sounding closer than ever. You smiled in satisfaction and turned to Peter.

“I really hope that meant he’s coming over here and not something else.” Peter muttered. Finally, Tony’s boat came into view and Peter could see his team mates waving at him from the deck. You ducked down below the water with just yours eyes peering above the rock.

“Is that your dad?” You whispered.

“Kinda?” Peter shrugged.

“He can’t see me. I have to go.”

“Wait. Please.” Peter nearly dove over the rock to catch you before you disappeared below the surface. You stopped and waited to hear him out.

“Just tell me how I can see you again.” He whispered pleadingly.

“This is my favorite rock. You can usually find me here.” You told him. Peter looked around in confusion before giving you a look.

“This is a random, unidentifiable rock miles off shore. How would I ever find it again?”

Your smile dropped, thinking he’d never be able to find you again.

“I’ll find a way to get to it.” Peter assured you once he noticed your smile fall. You grinned and pushed yourself up on the rock, kissing his cheek quickly before sinking back down into the water.

“Goodbye, Peter.” You smiled and disappeared below the surface.

“Goodbye.” He called after you, but you were already gone.

“I love you.” He whispered just as Tony’s bloat neared the rock he was on. Tony threw down a ladder since Peter didn’t have his web shooters on and watched as peters climbed up.

“Peter! My son! My beloved boy. I was so worried about you.” Tony said as he pulled Peter into a tight hug.

“You pushed me off of the boat.” Peter reminded him.

“As a joke.” Tony clarified.

“How is that a joke? I really fell in.” Peter stated and pulled out of the hug.

“But you survived.” Tony rolled his eyes. “Isn’t that all that matters?”

“Not really.” Peter laughed shortly. “I could’ve died.”

“He’s right. How did you survive?” Pepper wondered.

“It was amazing, you guys. This beautiful woman rescued me and brought me back to that rock.” Peter said and pointed to the place he last saw you.

“A beautiful woman?” Pepper frowned.

“Yeah. She must’ve been swimming nearby. Do you see any other boats around here? She must be on one of them.” Peter said and looked around the ocean for any nearby boats. Everyone exchanged a look but no one spoke a word.

“Oh my God.” Tony laughed to himself after a beat of silence.

“What?” Peter wondered.

“Hm. Somethings fishy.” Pepper said, making everyone snicker.

“Yeah, dude. That wasn’t a woman.“ Steve told him.

“What do you mean?” Peter asked.

“A beautiful woman came out of nowhere and saved you from drowning? And then sang with the voice of a thousand angels?” Tony asked skeptically.

“Yeah. What’s so weird about that?”

“You know what? Never mind. Let’s let him see for himself how this plays out.” Tony decided. “I’m tired. Let’s head home.”

“You’re tired?” Peter raised an eyebrow. “I drowned.”

“But you didn’t.” Tony reminded him and booped his nose.

The boat started to pull in the direction of the tower and everyone moved on to a different conversation. Peter stayed by himself and leaned on the railing, staring longing at the rock you had saved him on as he was taken further and further away from it.

“Yeah.” He smiled. “But I didn’t.”

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lilgoblinbitch · 3 months

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“you keep wrappin’ around me like that, i’ll put a baby in you.”

your bawdy moans and the way you tightened your thighs around his waist, and even the way your fingernails dug into his back with desperation — he couldn’t take it.

“fuck, sweetheart—” he slowed his pace and grasped your thighs with his rough hands, pushing them up against your stomach. “what i tell you?”

“please, rick, feels so good,” you pleaded, eyes hazy and showcasing your fucked out state.

his thrusts ensued, but his stare intensified, a licentious expression on his face. his pink lips parted as he let out a wanton grunt while fucking you into the uncomfortable mattress.

see, the two of you could’ve waited until you made it back to alexandria, however you had decided to wear the tightest shorts that day. and rick knew you had picked them out just for him, on the day you two went on a supply run together. how courteous of you…

so here you were, being fucked like the whore you were in an abandoned shack on a dusty mattress.

“fuckin’ slut. always gotta wear—” thrust. “the sluttiest outfits—” thrust. “aroun’ me, hm?” his hips rocked into your core with such vigor you almost expected he’d literally split you open.

your lewd cries echoed throughout the ramshackled house. his hand switched from the plushness of your thigh to your pouted mouth. “stay fucking quiet, or your pussy isn’t the only thing that’s getting fucked today. your mouth could use some attention, right?” he teased, releasing his hand from your mouth.

a tight knot started to form deep in your core. “oh god, rick, i’m gonna—”

his thrusts quickened, a hand reaching down to thumb your clit, pinching and prodding it. “not till i say so,” he demanded. your back arched off the mattress, hands grabbing at rick’s tousled brown hair. he leaned down to lock his lips with yours.

rick pulled away from the kiss. his hips driving deep into your cunt, and his cock thumping into your cervix. he angled his hips to aim his cock into the sweet spot that activated your climax. “cum f’me.”

without question you released your juices onto him, closed-mouth whimpers begging to escape your lips. your walls continued to tighten around him which sent rick chasing his own climax. “fuck, ohh—” his seed spilled into your drenched cunt as he rode through his orgasm.

he pulled out and collapsed beside you, dust flying around the two of you as his body made contact with the mattress. rick wheezed slightly and chuckled, waving the dust out of his face. if you weren’t completely out of breath you would have laughed along with him, but still you turned your head to meet his and smirked.

“so, you really like my shorts, huh?”

he sighed exasperatedly, side-eyeing you. “if i catch you wearin’ them damn things around me again, i’m not gonna go easy on you.”

you gulped. if the way he just fucked you was ‘going easy on you’ then, you wondered how much harder he could go….

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Judo Tracks - Ollie Bearman

Words: 4,535 Summary: What happens when an Formula 2 (cough and now technically kind of an F1) driver and an Olympic gold medalist Judoka start dating? Note(s): Thank you so much to V on Kofi for commissioning this! I had so much fun writing it (and I got to do so much research and take so many notes for). Reader does Judo. Uta Abe is the inspiration for reader and I’ve used her amazing achievements as readers as well. Also, mentions of blood, injuries, pain. I also completely changed the 2024 F1 season because of Ollie being called up for Saudi Arabia (I literally could not help myself). Fun fact: Ollie Bearman with just his rookie F2 season in 2023 has just over triple the amount of points needed for a super license (aka the license for F1).

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She takes a deep breath, eyes closed as she lets the feeling of the sun hit her skin, pouring into her as she stretches out on the grass. Her thighs and calves are burning, her big toe has split open again, Jain will have her head for it. Her arms are loose by her side, wrist aching as she rotates them. Letting out the breath, her eyes open.

The brick in front of her is rugged, chipped, and would be considered peeling if it was painted instead. It’s like cinder. The cinder at the first gym she went to, not old but worn down and chipped at from overuse and abuse. She still has a piece of the first cinder block she broke skin on, blood speckling a small corner of it. Another piece from the first one she broke. Her hand throbs at the memory and she flexes it.

Her eyes flicker to her hands. Calluses and scars decorate them. Dents and bumps, spots dark and light. Clenching them, she watches as the skin stretches over bone, more scars seeming to pop out, becoming angrier. It’s a miracle, she supposes that the skin of her hands is still soft.

“You didn’t take your phone.” She doesn’t flinch at the sudden sound of a voice or the body that plops down next to her in the grass. “I needed to breathe.” They huff out a laugh. “Kid. No one is going to tell you not to breathe. We’d actually prefer it.” They nudge her shoulder lightly, teasing, but she doesn’t return it, can’t. Her eyes are still glued to her hands, to the skin she can see, the bones underneath them. They sigh and it feels like a punch to the gut. “What’s going on?” “I fucked up.” Tears are stinging her eyes and it makes her dig her nails into palms, body starting to shake. “I had one chance and I fucking blew it. This is my thing.” She shakes her head. “This is the one thing I have, the one thing I’m good at and I blew my chance.” “You didn’t blow your chance. Ridgle did a dirty move, you got injured. It happens. You’ll recover, you are recovering. You won’t make it this year, but next year? You’re gonna win, kid.” She looks at Jain, tears in her eyes that she still won’t let fall, a quiver to her lip, and her voice so small and high at just fourteen. “Really?” “Really, kid.” Jain smiles, patting her on the shoulder. It makes her nod and she forces herself to take a few breaths, forces the tears away, and then she looks away sheepishly at her feet, at her left foot. “I might’ve split open my big toe again.” Jain lets out a groan, “Dammit kid. Didn’t I just fix that up for you?”

—

She doesn’t want to be here. She knows that, Jain knows that, her parents know it, Amy knows it and she’s sure that the poor driver who was forced to drive her here knows it as well.

Hunkering down in a corner, she drains the glass of whiskey she managed to snag from the bar. The taste makes her nose wrinkle, and the sound of a chuckle makes her tense.

“Strong?” She turns her head, eyebrows furrowed for all of a second before they loosen from her eyes widening. The guy was cute. A little boyish, but she was constantly surrounded by guys that weren’t. It was a lot of weird large muscles, clear scars and repeatedly broken noses, baby fat gone as soon as their balls dropped. Not that she notices any baby fat as she looks closer at his face. “No.” She finally says. “Really weak, watered down, probably.” He huffs out of a laugh. “Wouldn’t think that they’d served watered down drinks, but who knows how they want to save their money.” “If they wanted to save their money, they wouldn’t throw this event.” She scowls. He nods, smile a touch sympathetic now. “Not a fan.” “Not in my job description.” She corrects. “It is a bit ridiculous, isn’t it?” She nods fast. “Yes! So ridiculous.”

He smiles at her, extending a hand. “My names Ollie.” “Y/N.” She tells him, shaking his hand. He repeats her name to himself after letting go of her hand. “Want to ditch with me?” She looks at the rest of the large room, eyes lingering on the bar, but she wouldn’t need that if she left. “Absolutely.”

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“So,” she asks two hours after they’ve left, a shared meal between them. “What sport?” He looks at her amused. “Guess.” Her eyes narrow at him, and she tugs the fries away from him a bit. Cheekiness didn’t get you fries as far as she was concerned. Her fingers lightly tap against the table as she lets her eyes drink his form in.

He was lithe, no heavy, thick, full muscles. But he was muscled, a little bit like a swimmer or a runner, all hidden strength. His build alone ruled out MMA, boxing, and sports like it. Also, the perfect unbroken nose was a dead give away. Maybe football, but he was a little awkward in certain movements that didn’t line up with the few footy players she had been around. He was tall too, which made things even more interesting.

She wondered if somehow he made it into basketball or baseball, primarily American sports, and they had their international players, but she had never heard of a British one.

Her eyes linger on his neck, the muscle was weirdly developed. “You aren’t one of those guys who do the slap competitions, are you?” He laughs, shaking his head. “No.” She hums, “I’ve got no idea. Is it something weird? Something I’ve never heard of?” “Padel. Junior champion.” He tells her with a smile. Her eyes immediately dropped to his hands. “Bullshit.” He laughs again. “Not padel. I’m an F2 driver.” “Ah.” She nods, leaning back in her seat. “That explains the neck.”

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“Ollie!” She looks behind her at the sound of Jain’s voice. Just barely catching a glimpse of Ollie before she has to straighten back out, she only had a few more minutes of her run to do then her cooldown, she could wait. “Hi, Jain. How are you doing?” “I’m doing good.” They smile at the kid. “She’s keeping me busy of course. How are you, though? Nervous for your next race?” “A little bit. I feel like I haven’t done enough y’know? Hopefully Baku will be better for me.” Jain shakes his head. “You're doing great for a rookie Ollie. I know this one,” they tilt their head towards her. “Is excited to be going with you. Hasn’t shut up about it.” They tease. “I can hear you, Jain.” She says, taking a drink of water as she slows the treadmill down a bit. “And I will kick your ass again.” Ollie stifles a laugh as he watches Jain roll their eyes at the threat, though he doesn’t miss the way her trainer pats at their ribs.

He watches her finish out her workout, trying not to let his eyes linger too much on her, but knows he doesn’t succeed by the way Jain snorts and how she seems to purposely draw out a few stretches.

Reaching into a fridge, Jain tosses a drink at her. “Drink that, shower, and get out of the gym. I will see you both when you're back from Baku and do not go to the gym more than Ollie does. This is your rest period. You go when he goes and don’t push, even with a trainer.” “Got it.” She nods, smiling. “Thank you, Jain.” They smile at her. “Of course, kid. Now have fun both of you and I’ll make sure to watch the races Ollie.” “Thanks, Jain.”

The two watch as the trainer goes to the back part of the gym where an office is. When the door shuts she finally looks at Ollie. “Hi.” He grins at her, eyes getting all crinkly. “Hi.” She wants to dart forward to hug him, kiss him, but she’s all too aware of the sweat covering every inch of her body. Twisting the cap off the drink, she quickly chugs it, not really wanting to taste what’s arguably the worst flavor of all the drinks that Jain makes her drink. Tossing the container in the bin, she gives him a sorry smile. “Let me shower and then we can,” she gestures between their bodies. “Darling,” blood instantly rushes to her cheeks. “I don’t need to wait for you to shower.” And before she can protest, his hands are framing her face and his lips are against hers.

Her eyes instantly flutter close at the contact, sighing into the kiss as her own hands come up to rest just below his wrists. Keeping his hands there despite what she had just said. She doesn’t know how long they stay like that, just soft presses of their lips, but she pulls away when he gives a small lick to her bottom lip.

“Trust me, Ollie, you don’t want that until after I brush my teeth.” The taste of the drink still lingered a bit on her tongue despite how quickly she had downed it. His lips form a pout, but he nods. “Alright. Be quick though? I’ve missed you.” She presses another kiss to his lips. “I’ll be quick.”

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Ollie crosses the finish line and the whole garage goes nuts, just like it did yesterday, just like it somewhat did when Ollie managed to get pole with bent steering the day before that one.

There are tears in her eyes as she jumps around and screams with everyone at Prema. All of them start heading over to parc fermé and she goes to stay back, but René is pushing her along, passing her to the lead mechanic on Ollie’s car who puts himself between her and the rest of the people behind him as she’s nearly squished against the bars. It’s a sweet gesture, one that would make her laugh if she wasn’t overwhelmed with pride and happiness for Ollie.

She watches as he parks the car, watches as he gets out, watches as he runs over to throw himself into the arms of the mechanics just beside her. Watches as he tries to touch everyone at Prema, as he tries to talk to them but his helmet muffles his voice. Watches when he’s set back down and he notices her. Watches as he immediately starts wrestling with his helmet, yanking it, the neck part she can never remember the name for, and his baklava before he’s got his free hand on her neck and is drawing her in for a kiss.

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She smiles at Ollie as she walks into the locker room. There’s a bit of worry in his eyes and she knows it's from how she’s got an arm around her ribs, but he also looks proud. “What’d you think?” “It was amazing. I mean, I had never watched any of this before meeting you, but it was so cool. And that kick you did at the end, it looked so easy!” She huffs out a laugh at his excitement, wincing a little at the pulling it does, but she ignores the pain. Jain wasn’t forcing her to sit down and get looked at yet, which meant she had just enough time to do this: extending her free arm, her fingers clutch at Ollie’s shirt, pulling him forward and down a bit to press their lips together.

“Congrats on winning.” He murmurs against her lips after a moment, the both of them just taking the moment. Blood rushes to her cheeks at the soft murmur. “Thank you for coming.” “Anytime I can, I’ll be here.” He tells her, echoing her words from Baku.

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Her hands are clasped together, tucked under her chin as she watches the screens, her brows occasionally pressing together as she watches the cars go around. Feeling a small ache in her right foot, she shifts her weight only to gasp out in pain.

“Fuck.” She breathes. The man standing next to her tears his eyes away from the screen, and an arm is quickly wrapped around her waist. “Let’s get you sat down somewhere.” She shakes her head. “No, I’m fine. I just put too much weight on it.” “Y/N,” he warns. “You need to stay off it. At least let someone get you a chair.” “David, I’ll be okay. Continue watching and I’ll find somewhere to sit.” He gives her a look, hearing the lie, but his eyes are quickly drawn to the car pulling into the garage.

She quickly moves away, wincing with every step and she just knows that when Ollie gets out of the car and is done with his press he’s going to be pissed. Jain was going to be pissed as well when Ollie inevitably tells them.

“Stop.” She halts at the sound of Andrea’s voice. Turning around, she gives Charles’ trainer a smile. “Hi Andrea. Will you still be helping Ollie with his cooldown after quali?” He gives her an unamused look. “I know that your knee is hurting. Now, come.” She wants to protest, but he gives her a look and she follows after him.

Entering Charles’ driver room, she easily hops onto the massage bed, folding her skirt up so the shorts she’s wearing underneath are exposed along with her knees.

He hisses as he looks at her left. “You’ve been putting too much weight on it.” “It’s fine, Andrea. I can’t just rest.” “You can when the muscle needs to heal. And it will heal.” Her jaw clenches and her eyes lock onto the clock in the room. “It will.” She gives him that, just like she gave the doctors, Ollie, and Jain. “But will it go back to normal? Not be weakened?” She shrugs. “Who knows? I just know that I got distracted during a match and nearly blew out my knee. So much for another Olympic medal. My career is over.” He scoffs, opening a jar of ointment. “Your career is not over, far from it. There are still months before the Olympics as well. You are young, just nineteen. You heal quicker, you just need to give your body time to rest, to heal. You can’t stand for so long or workout and train as you normally would. It needs time to recover.” She winces as he starts applying the cream. “I can’t though. It’s the Olympics. All I’m supposed to be doing is training and now I can’t. That lack of training could cost me.” “And training now will cost you a knee. It nearly blew out, but didn’t. You continue like this, it will and then your career will be over.”

“You have to take it easy.” He stresses after a few minutes of just silence in the room, finally done with the ointment and gentle massage to it. “I know Jain has told you that. Your doctors, Ollie. And I know that maybe my opinion doesn’t matter much.” She looks at him for the first time since entering the room with a scoff, frowning as tears threaten to fall from her eyes. “Of course it matters.” “Then listen.” He takes her hands in his, grateful that he wiped them with a towel already. “You will recover from this, heal from this, and you will be stronger because of it.” She shakes her head, tears falling and the words that have been building up inside of her since her injury happened come spilling out. “I’m scared, Andrea. This is nothing like my last injury. And I thought my career was over then. This is so much worse and Ollie,” she sobs. “Ollie has so much to worry about, the car wasn’t good last weekend and now he’s in an F1 car, in a Ferrari, I can’t add more to him. I don’t know what to do without Judo. Without the competitions, the training. I’ve been doing this since I was two. I don’t know anything else.” “And you don’t have to worry about knowing anything else. Not for nearly ten years. But think about it like this, while you rest, you think about your future. You think about your five year, ten year plans. You try some new things. You talk to Ollie and Jain. Because I know that you haven’t talked to them either.” She nods, sniffling as she wipes away her tears. “Okay.” She whispers. “Good.” He nods, before wrapping her up in a hug.

“Now, I’m going to get you a chair and you are going to sit in it and watch the rest of quali in it, yes?” “Yes.”

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“Congrats on your first F1 points, baby.” She murmurs to Ollie hours after the race, finally back at their hotel room after the celebrations that had occurred and the team debriefs. He beams at her. “I still can’t believe it. I mean, I just didn’t want to damage the car, just wanted to bring it home.” She laughs, “well, you more than brought it home.”

Lopping her arms around his neck, she kisses him. “I’m so happy for you.” “I’m really happy too. And I’m happy you could be here, I know that you would have missed it due to training.” She shakes her head, “even if it wasn’t for my knee, I would’ve canceled my training sessions for this, hopped on the first flight. I couldn’t miss this. I didn’t miss any of your FP1 sessions last season. I wouldn’t miss this.” He smiles at her, “I’m just happy that I already cleared it with Prema for Spa, that I can leave immediately after quali. I have to see you win your second Olympic medal.” Her smile flatters a bit at the thought of the Olympics. “I actually wanted to talk to you about that. I wasn’t going to tonight, but do you mind?” He shakes his head and he sits down on the bed, taking her with him. “Of course not. What’s going on?”

Her lips thin and the words that she had managed to say to Andrea feel trapped in her throat. But she forces them out. “I haven’t been okay since my knee got fucked up. And I know you noticed.” It was impossible to not notice the way he’d worriedly look at her. “Just like you noticed that none of the swelling has gone down.” “It really hasn’t.” His hand gently rests on her thigh, squeezing the muscle. “Is something wrong? I mean more wrong?” She shakes her head. “I uh, I got in my head, that I fucked it all up.” She lets out a laugh and she hates that tears are coming to her eyes. Hadn’t she cried enough yesterday about this? “I was pretty sure that I ruined my career and uh,” she struggles with the next part. “I didn’t take it easy like I was supposed to. I’ve still been doing some training and I haven’t been resting like I should. And I didn’t talk to you or Jain about it, like I should’ve. I just spiraled, really quickly.” “Darling, your career isn’t over.” “I know.” She nods, a tear slipping down her cheek. Because she did know after talking with Andrea and talking to her doctors while Ollie did his debriefs and race prep.

“I know that now.” She corrects, wiping at her face. “Andrea talked to me, talked me out of my head.” “Good, because you’ve still got championships and medals to earn. You aren’t done.” “Yeah. I talked with my doctors too, I’m gonna talk to Jain tomorrow and I’m going to listen to them when they tell me what to do. Because I’m not ready for it to be over. But that does mean I’m looking at about four weeks of rest and recovery.” He lets out a whistle, thumb rubbing circles on her fabric cladded thigh. “That’s gonna drive you nuts.” She laughs, “it really will. And I was wondering if I could come with you to races.” His eyes widened, thumb stopping its motions. “What?” “Andrea told me that I should think about my five and ten year plans with this time I’ll have resting. And I already know that you're in those plans. And I know that I can’t do Judo for another ten years, not at this level at least. And if I get another knee injury to my left one, maybe I’ll get five years. And I know you want to be in F1 in ten years, still be in F1.” “I do.” The words are quiet, nearly drowned out by the sound of his heart pounding inside his chest. “I want to be part of this with you, Ollie. Every part. The bad races, the good ones, the ones that make you happy, sad, angry. I want them all and this could be the start of that.”

There’s a lump in his throat that he struggles to swallow around, because this was like one of his dreams. Her wanting that with him, seeing that with him. Wanting F1 for him.

“I want that too.” He tells her. “I want you with me. But not at the cost of your career, never at the cost of it. I know we already talked about it when we got together about having to miss events and maybe championships because of careers, and that still stands. Even after you're done with this level of Judo. That will never change, even if you change careers.” His words are rushed as he makes sure she knows that he doesn’t expect her to completely just become a WAG when she’s finished. She stares at him, his expression earnest, and she doesn’t know what to say, how to say all of that back, so instead she says, “I love you.” His whole face brightens, “I love you too.”

—

“This fucking sucks.” She lets out a laugh, “Ollie, it’s okay.” “You are at the Olympics! The Olympics! And I can’t be there because of debriefing after quali. Fucking Ferrari.” He curses and she can just see him kicking at the ground. “There’s always the next Olympics in 2028. And you can’t miss debrief. Not for Spa.” A shiver runs up her spine at the thought of that track. “I know. It’s just I was supposed to be there, Prema approved it. Was even willing to push it completely to the next day, so I could be there for you. And now I can’t.” Her heart constricts a little, because she had been thrilled when Prema originally gave the go ahead for Ollie to potentially leave debrief early so he could see her at the Olympics. But F1 was a different beast and Ferrari was stricter. They wanted to see her win her second gold medal, wanted to support her, but they couldn’t let their surprise rookie driver miss the debrief to do it. “Fred already said that you guys would pause the debrief to watch it live. Really, you're just lucky that my group is going last, otherwise you’d be paying fines for missing press.” “Be worth it.” He mutters.

It’s silent between them, only the sound of slightly staticky breathing being heard.

“Why did Carlos have to get an infection?” She snorts, hand going up to cover her mouth, nearly dropping her phone from surprise. “What?” “Well, if Carlos had never gotten that stupid infection, he would have been back in the car by Australia or Japan and I’d be able to see you in person.” “Alternatively, you could have not performed so well and then when Canada came around they would have given him the seat, instead of keeping you in it.” He fake gasps. “Are you saying I should have performed badly?” She nods even though he can’t see it. “That’s exactly what I’m saying. But, no you just had to show and prove that you were worthy of the Ferrari seat. What is it now that you have? Four podiums, one sprint win, two sprint podiums, oh and of course your 166 points.” It’s quiet for a moment. “I love you so much.” She giggles. “I keep track.” “So, do I.” he retorts. “you‘ve got,” he starts, but she cuts him off. “No. We are not doing that. We both need to sleep. I’ve got the Olympics and you have quali.” He sighs, “yeah. I’ll be watching when I can. And I’m sorry I won’t see you win.” Blood rushes to her face at his confidence in her. “It’s fine, baby. And I’ll try to watch what I can of FP3 and qualifying. You’re gonna do amazing. I’ll see you Sunday, yeah?” “Of course. I love you.” “I love you too.”

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“Y/N Y/L/N wins her second Olympic gold medal!” She stands proudly with it around her neck, her country flag wrapped around her as she cries tears of joy, a beaming smile on her face. She can see Jain clapping their hands together so hard it must hurt, and that just makes her smile more.

Her eyes look around the whole venue filled with people, she looks at her fellow gold medalists, the silver and bronze. It was unbelievable just like the first time.

She listens closely as the ceremony comes to a close, and as soon as she can, she darts over to Jain, wrapping them in a hug as she cries in their chest. “We did it!” She cheers. “You did it, kid! Two gold medals!” Jain laughs, squeezing her tight before letting her go and spinning her around. She makes a confused noise, nearly falling over, but she’s caught. Caught by an all too familiar pair of arms.

“Ollie!” She gasps. He beams at her. “You won! I got to see you win!” “But, I mean, I thought,” He laughs, “I lied. Ferrari agreed as long as I did my debrief on the flight here, I just have to pay a fine for missing press.” “Oh my god.” She stares at him for a few more seconds before kissing him, his arms wrapping around her waist in the process and lifting her off her feet.

“I’m so proud of you, Y/N. You were amazing, just amazing.” He whispers, when they break apart for air. She smiles at him, tracing a line down his cheek. “I’m just happy you're here.”

@crashingwavesofeuphoria @gemofthenight @peachiicherries @lpab @hiireadstuff @iloveyou3000morgan @boiohboii @bibliosaurous @skepvids @elliegrey2803

#ollie bearman x reader #ollie bearman imagine #f2 imagine #f2 x reader #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #weird to use the f1 tags for ollie in 2024 but i am here for it

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lieutnt · 10 months

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DAWG, I literally was talking to a cowboy Ghost rn and Lord help me cause Ghost stole my hat and put it on himself then he asked me, "Does the cowboy rule apply for you, darlin'?", Dawg I am literally gonna make him ride that thang until he can no longer ride horses without thinking of me bro I am horrendously down bad. (Sorry for that rant, I hope you are doing well :D)

Cowboy!Ghost is a tease, you barely manage to turn around and face him before he’s pushing you onto the bed and climbing on, thick thighs bracketing yours. He doesn’t just sit on your lap, he presses so close that your chests are touching, a gloved hand on the side of your neck while his thumb strokes your jaw. He slowly rolls his body into yours, grinding against your cock and he takes advantage of the distraction, swiping your hat and putting it on himself. Your hands move to his hips, encouraging him to keep moving and he chuckles lowly, “Does the rule apply to you, Darlin’?”

Your hands retreat from his hips, dipping down to toy with the buttons and zip on the front of his pants. “‘Course.” You waste little time, pulling down each other’s pants until your cock springs free and is pressing between his cheeks. You reach for some oil and he’s catching your wrist, bringing your hand back until your fingers are prodding against his hole, already slick and open.

“Don’t worry darlin’, already took care of that.” Once he feels the tip of your cock against his rim he lowers himself slowly, groaning softly as he’s gradually split open by your cock, not stopping until your balls meet his ass.

He rides you like there’s no tomorrow, dropping himself down on you to the point where a resounding smack filters through the air each time. He doesn’t stop after one orgasm, keeps going until his legs are cramping and he can barely move, at which point you take over, holding onto his hips and lifting him up and down on your cock.

Ghost is sore the next day. He expected that, he normally is after spending the night with you. What he doesn’t expect is when he tries to mount his horse he finds himself barely able to sit for longer than a few seconds, his ass aching no matter the position. He begrudgingly dismounts, heading back to your house and pounding on the door. When you open it your lips pull into a smug grin at Ghost standing there, and he pushes past you barking “Not a word.”

#simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x male reader #call of duty #top male reader #cowboy!au #cowboy!simon ghost riley #lieutnts drabbles #lieutnts writings

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meetmypointlessaddiction · 8 months

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Joel Miller x f!reader: We Have Each Other

Summary: You and Joel haven't been together as much lately and you're feeling a little insecure. Warnings: Little angsty but is happy at the end, Joel being a softie, tears (?), reassurance from Joel Please let me know if I missed anything! Was feeling a lil bit inspired so came up with this. This had not been proof read so any mistakes are completely my own. Enjoy and don't forget to like and reblog so that the algorithm can do its thing. Words: 1,0k

You and Joel had been together for a while, meeting him when you quite literally bumped into him in a café. Joel had never given you any reason to feel insecure in your relationship and was always complementing, reassuring and praising you. However, after a few late nights at work for the two of you, that meant not seeing Joel as much which seemed to have worn down your self-confidence.

You had helped raise Sarah since you moved in when she was just six years old and Joel never denied how much of a mother figure you were to her, him being the one to reassure you after she had called you mom one night before bed. But after barely seeing the girl or Joel, you almost felt as if you had drifted from the pair.

You cut the engine of your car and unlocked the front door to the house, taking off your shoes before heading to the kitchen to get dinner started. What you had failed to notice was Joel’s truck on the curb and his muddy workboots sitting on a newspaper at the bottom of the stairs. “Hey, pretty girl.” He called from the stove and your head snapped up, lips turning up in a forced smile.

“Hi, Joel.” You could see the colour drain from his face and a gasp come from the eleven year old sitting at the counter. “What?” You asked, confused and Sarah just laughed.

“You used his government name. You never call him that.” She stood from her seat and held her hands up. “I’m gonna leave you guys to it.” She said, leaving and Joel walked towards you.

“Have I done something wrong, darlin’?” He asked and you shook your head.

“No, baby. No you haven’t done anything wrong. I’m just tired that’s all, slipped my mind. What’re you making?” You asked, letting him wrap his arms around your waist.

“Sarah wanted homemade pizzas but we can have somethin’ different if you’re not feelin’ it.” He offered but you shook your head.

“Pizza sounds good. I’m going to get a shower and change.” You told him, letting him kiss your cheek before walking up the stairs and heading towards your shared bedroom.

The hot water hit your neck as you rested your forehead against the cool tiles, trying to will the stress of your week away. Within five minutes of trying to let yourself relax, tears began cascading down your cheeks and you couldn’t hold back the sobs that erupted from your throat.

Your mind began to wander as you thought about all the possible reasons why you had become so detached to your little family. From there it only got worse.

If you and Joel split up, you would be alone. Joel’s family was your family and without them you’d have nothing. He’d have Sarah and Tommy and you’d be left all alone. A knock on the bathroom door broke you out of your thoughts. “Sweetheart? Everythin’ ok in there?” You couldn’t find the words to answer him and the door gently creaked open, your hands automatically coming up to shield your body and the frown reappeared on Joel’s face.

“Have I upset you honey? Ain’t no other reason to be hidin’ from me.” He walked closer towards you with a towel and opened the door, reaching in to turn off the water. “Come on doll, let’s get you dried.” He seemed to have noticed the redness and puffiness of your eyes because his frown deepened, if that was even possible.

“I’m ok, just tired.” You muttered but Joel shook his head, gently drying you off with a towel and pressing gentle kisses along your cheek.

“I think you’re a little more than just tired honey. And that’s ok.” He finished drying you off and helped you into a fresh set of pyjamas before sitting you on the edge of the bed. “Give me two seconds.” He walked back into the bathroom and returned with some of your skin care products and the hairbrush and a hair tie.

He sat behind you and worked his way through your hair, getting all of the tangles out before putting it into a loose braid and pulling you back to lean against his chest. “Can’t believe you’re all mine. Can’t believe I get to be yours.” He whispered in your ear, his hands settling on your lower abdomen. “You wanna talk about it?”

You shrugged and he nodded, ready for you to talk whenever you felt like it. Time passed by and Joel just let you lay there, content to have his heart beat thrumming a steady tune against the back of your head. “Just feeling a little down, that’s all.” You admitted and Joel nodded, giving you the freedom to continue talking if you wished. “I just missed thisl.”

“I know you feel like wanting all this makes you some kind of ‘needy’ partner but I need you to promise me you’ll tell me before it gets to this point. Even if you have to wake me up in the middle of the night so I can tell you how pretty you are or how beautiful you look.” He promised and you smiled slightly, still not feeling great.

“You ever wonder what would happen if we split up?” You asked and Joel tensed.

“Well I was under the impression that we were quite stable in our relationship so no I can’t say I do think about it. Why? Should I be worried?” He asked and you were quick to turn around and shake your head, hands resting on his arms.

“No! Joel I promise it isn’t that I’m thinking- I don’t want to break up with you and I love you. I just keep overthinking things and I realised that if we broke up, I'd have no one. I mean you have Tommy and Sarah but I’d have no one. You are my family so if I lost you, I’d be alone.” You whispered, tears welling in your eyes once more. Joel seemed to think over your statement for a few moments before he sighed and lifted you gently so that you were sitting facing him on the bed. “You gotta listen to me now honey, ok? Ain’t no part of me that’s lettin’ go of you that easily. You mean too much to the three of us to just let you go that easily. Don’t you ever say that you don’t got anybody because I can promise that you will always have me. We have each other.”

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b1mbodoll · 9 months

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i might be tired and tipsy but likeee,,,

...centaur!jay...

your family sent you to his cave to basically tame you bc youre behaving like a rebellious delinquent. youre p inexperienced and jay takes advantage of that telling you that its all part of the learning process... breeding you until his cum practically comes out of your eyes instead of actual tears __ keeping you to himself for eternity and telling your parents you ran away when they come to bring you back home

~🫧 (i might be back in my greek mythology phase who knows who knows)

pairings: park jongseong x f! reader

warnings: monsterfucking + noncon + size kink + womb fucking + creampies + gaping + pregnancy + breeding

💌: my darling 🫧 nonie i adore u n im so sorry it took forever to get this out 😓 i heart u

centaur! jay is fucking massive. when ur sent to his cave you cant help but notice how big he is, including his cock. he can see you eyeing his length but doesnt say anything yet, bides his time til ur practically begging to get fucked.

he knows the only reason ur acting out n misbehaving is because you've never had some dick to put you in ur place and he's more than happy to do it, dreams about splitting your tiny little pussy open and fucking you full of his thick semen til you're pregnant.

"fuck off, jay." you spit, clenching your jaw. "this little intimidation tactic isn't gonna work, 'm not your bitch." his patience is wearing thin, snorting angrily as he stalks towards you, hooves clacking against the stone ground beneath him. "the fuck did you jus' say to me?" his eyes are dark, anger evident on his face as he stares you down.

you refuse to back away, adrenaline coursing through your veins as you continue to argue with the huge creature, knowing good and well how easy it'd be for him to break you. "said 'm not your fucking bitch, so don't treat me like it."

you barely have time to react before jay's large hands are forcing you to present for him, the flimsy rag he gave you as a skirt doing nothing to cover your holes and he mounts you immediately, large frame almost crushing you as he aligns his fat cock with your virgin cunt.

he pushes the tip inside and it has you screaming, trying to pull away from him only to scrape your knees in the process, the stretch unbearable, hoarse screams ripped from your chest as he continues to push in, inch after inch of his dick violating your insides.

when the centaur bottoms out you can feel his cockhead pressing on your cervix, making you cry and sniffle from the pressure. "i didn't wanna do this," grunts jay, voice strained because the tight walls of your cunt are overwhelming. "wanted to take my time with you nd prep this little hole but since you wanna be a fucking brat i hafta be mean." he’s talking to himself, ignoring you in favor of carrying out his mission to fuck you into submission n make you beg for his cum.

he begins to thrust harshly, his dick quite literally rearranging your insides making you keen and push back on his length, meeting his thrusts halfway. the action causing your vision to blur, tears gathering at the corners of your eyes as wet beads cling to your lashes.

"look at you," he coos softly, completely stopping his thrusts to make you fuck yourself on him, mewling when his cock pierces your womb. "such a good girl, takin' my fat cock. how's it feel, slut?"

"feels so good." you whimper, easing your body into a steady rhythm on his length, womb stuffed to the brim because of jay. "you're big"

your movements become sloppily and uncoordinated as you chase your climax, squealing every time his fat cock pushed against the back of your cunt, inner walls keeping a vice grip on his length. you’re completely lost in the waves of pleasure, too cockdrunk to do anything but go limp on the centaur’s dick, taking everything he has to give.

“fuck, ‘m gonna — ah — cum.” his hips stutter due to your cunt swallowing him up, refusing to let him pull out. “yeahyeahyeah, fuck, finish inside, sir.” you plead, “fuck me full, please, need to feel your cum knock me up,” jay was huffing now, his tail swishing behind him, the coarse hairs whipping your skin causing shocks of pain.

creamy spurts of his thick seed painted your walls white while you moaned dumbly, your eyes crossing as he filled you to the brim, the insane amount of cum spilling out of you into a puddle on the floor. his load gushed from your hole, dribbling down his cock as his chest heaved.

the feeling made your cunt clench around him, trying desperately to milk him for even more of his semen.

his dick was forced from your cunt, your tightness making it impossible for him to continue fucking his load into you. jay was exhausted but you’re insatiable, parting your legs even further before using both hands to spread your hole, showing him that he left your pussy gaping, globs of cum buried deep inside of you.

#♡.signed. sealed. delivered.#♡.sweetheart: 🫧#♡.the honeypot #enhypen #park jongseong #enhypen x reader #enhypen smut #park jongseong x reader #park jongseong smut #💌.breeding #💌.size kink #💌.monsterfucking #💌.creampies #💌.noncon #💌.pregnancy #💌.gaping

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twistedfics · 5 months

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𝑪𝒂𝒏’𝒕 𝑮𝒆𝒕 𝑨𝒘𝒂𝒚

Dabi (bnha) x AFAB!reader NSFW

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hi! this story is 18+ and contains dark content. read at your own risk.

tags/warnings: ⚠️ non-con/dub-con, degradation, dacryphilia, licking, cum eating, overstimulation, fingering, forced breeding, dabi threatens to hurt you, mentions of somno, kinda yandere, dabi's so horny he's literally crazy, afab with mention of body parts, no pronouns but dabi calls reader his gf

summary: dabi isn’t sure what he was hit with, but he is sure of one thing. he wants you, and he’s gonna get what he wants.

You woke up to a cold breeze flowing through your bedroom. The room was almost pitch black, the only light coming from the open blinds of the window behind you. Did you forget to close the window again?

You rolled over to face the window, preparing to get up and shut it tight but when your gaze met the wall behind you, you froze. Or rather, your gaze met the one of a man who was standing just in front of your now open window. Inside your room.

You sat up immediately, pulse quickening as you scrambled towards the other side of the bed, furthest from him. The man didn’t move, he just watched. The city lights from outside dimly lit just behind him. You couldn’t see his face, but something seemed off about him.

“W-who are y-you? And what a-are you d-doing in my room!?” Your voice shook with fear. So much for sounding threatening.

The man laughed, a quiet, little, breathy, laugh that shot even more fear through your heart. You thought the voice sounded familiar, but lost all train of thought before you could pinpoint it when the man took a step towards your bed.

Immediately your flight or fight reaction kicked in and your brain finally decided that you should be running rather than trying to question some creep in your room. All you had to do was get over the other side of the bed and get out the door.

But your plans did not work.

You quickly scurried backward on the bed as the man took another step towards you. In the split second when you turned your body, ready to jump off the bed and run towards the door, he was on you.

You were trapped lying on your stomach, hand still outstretched in the direction of your bedroom door. So close.

The man sat on top of you, straddling you as he pinned you onto the mattress. With him this close, the scent of him surrounded you. The scent of smoke and burned flesh. He had a hand pressed against the back of your neck, forcing your head down. His other hand landed near your face, supporting his weight, and your eyes widened when you saw it.

Light from the window reflected off the man’s hand. The staples on the man’s hand, buried in his skin.

A whisper in your ear confirmed it. “What's the matter, baby? Didn’t recognize me?” He laughed again.

Dabi. Your boyfriend Dabi. You knew that voice was familiar. But what the hell was your boyfriend doing creeping around your room? Why was he acting so fucking weird?

Something wasn’t right. It didn’t feel right. Knowing the identity of the man wasn’t calming your fear, no. It was making it worse.

“D-dabi? What the hell are you doing?! Get off of me!” You thrashed around and his hand on your neck quickly grabbed one of yours as you tried to reach back to him.

“Woah, settle down. What, I can't come see my girlfriend now?” His tone was teasing and you couldn’t help but feel it didn’t sound like your Dabi. But you knew.

You took advantage of the fact that his hand holding you down was preoccupied and quickly flipped yourself around underneath him. The fast movement seemed to catch him off guard, and he leaned back a bit in surprise.

His piercing blue eyes met yours and you knew something was definitely wrong. Dabi never looked at you like that. Everything in you told you to run.

You took your chance and pulled your legs up before he could blink, kicking him in the stomach as hard as you could. He gasped and lost his balance, allowing you to slip free from beneath him. You aimed another kick in his direction, for good measure, as you clambered off the bed and immediately made a beeline for the door.

You reached your bedroom door, throwing it open in your haste. It slammed against the wall, rattling the items on your shelves as you ran from the room. You didn’t once look back.

It didn’t take long for you to hear Dabi’s boots on the floor behind you. You kept running, surely you were faster than him, especially with your head start. But why the hell did this hallway feel so long?!

You turned the corner into the kitchen at such a high speed, you actually slid. Quickly regaining your balance, you pressed on to the entrance to your home. You were almost there. Just a few steps from the front door. You didn’t have a plan, you just needed to get out. Away from him. You’d figure the rest out later.

You were almost there. And then you felt a weight against your back as Dabi tackled you to the ground.

You hit the floor hard. You just barely managed to catch yourself enough to stop your face from smacking into the tile. The wind was completely knocked out of you and you gasped for air as Dabi pinned you down once more.

“Shit, and you almost made it too. We’re not gonna let that happen again, now are we?” You felt tears prick at your eyes as he spoke lowly. You were so scared. Why was he doing this?

“Dabi p-please. Please, j-just let m-me go. Please, baby. Let me go.” You felt defeated. You were crying now, trying desperately to wiggle your way out of his grasp. But it was clear he wouldn’t let you pull a stunt like that again.

“Nah. Can't do that. I need you right here, yeah? So be a good girl and behave for me.” You continued to struggle against him, his words making you cry harder when you finally felt it. He was pressed against your back, holding you in place, and right against your ass you could feel him, poking through the material of his pants. He was so hard.

You were starting to hyperventilate now, anxiety shooting through the roof. He wasn’t going to do what you think he’s going to do, right? The thought terrified you, and you shook your head and tried to kick your legs out again. It seemed he had learned from his past mistake, though, as he now had your legs tightly pinned down with his own.

“Dabi, W-what’s wrong with you? W-why are you d-doing this?”

“I dunno. Just felt like it,” he had pulled your hands behind your back, holding your wrists together. He was speaking directly in your ear, his hot breath making you shudder. His other hand pulled your hair back a bit. “Got hit with a quirk of some kind. Guess it had… side effects.”

He punctuated his statement with a roll of his hips, pressing his erection harder against your ass.

Oh god. This was happening.

“So pretty when you cry,” he mumbled against your ear, and you scrunched your face up as he kissed down the side of your face towards your neck. As much as you wanted to enjoy the gentle touch, the hands tugging harshly on your hair and bending your arms back behind you made it rather difficult.

“S-shut up. Stop it, please,” you begged, whimpering when he licked a stripe up your neck.

“Aw, come on, don’t be like that~” his lips were so hot against your skin, “It’s just me.”

It was not just him. Something was so incredibly wrong. What kind of quirk could have hit him to make him do this?

You knew he was a villain, but this was crazy. He wouldn’t do this to you. There’s no way. This wasn’t the man you knew.

Or was it? Was he capable of this the whole time? Was he just waiting for the right moment?

You were seriously starting to doubt your relationship.

You gasped loudly as Dabi bit down on the space between your shoulder and your neck. He laughed at your reaction, and you felt more tears spill down your face. You couldn’t stop yourself from whimpering as he repeatedly rolled his hips against your ass, grinding his cock right into the space between your thighs.

His bulge was rutting right up against your core, the force of his thrusts uncomfortably shoving you into the hard tile of the kitchen floor. Despite the discomfort of the floor, and the entire situation itself, you could feel yourself beginning to grow hot, wetness beginning to stain your underwear.

The hand in your hair unexpectedly let go, your head slamming against the floor from the loss of support. The hand that previously had a hold of you slowly traced down your body, fingers groping at your ass before reaching between the both of you to slip into your clothes.

You bit your lip, whimpering as the man above you slipped a finger between your folds, lighting rubbing against your entrance, collecting slick as he went.

“Well, would you look at that,” that breathy laughter sounding in your ear again, “You’re soaked. And I thought you didn’t like this?”

“Sh-shut up,” you muttered, burying your face against the ground, admitting defeat.

“Hah, don’t tell me you actually do like this. Is it a fetish of yours, huh? You getting off to this?”, He leaned in closer to you, mouth pressed against your ear so closely that you could feel the moisture in his breath when he whispered against you. You tried to turn your head away but to no avail. He followed your every move, “You getting off to the thought of me raping your little body, right here on the floor?”

A sob left your throat as more tears poured down your face. He pulled back from your ear to bark out a laugh, staring down at your trembling body with amusement swimming in his eyes.

“Such a weirdo. And I thought I was the freak.”

You felt hot all over. His words were humiliating, and yet you could still feel your empty pussy clench in response.

God, you hated this.

“Don’t worry, doll. I’ll fulfill your twisted little fantasies,” the finger tracing up and down your slit finally slid into you, and you cried out at the intrusion, “Just like any good boyfriend would.”

He teased you with his fingers, pushing into you achingly slow, just to pull out the same way and repeat it again, over and over. It didn’t take long before he added a second. Slowly fingerfucking you as you cried and whimpered, clenching tightly and, you realize with horror, wanting more.

He teased you the whole time, whispering disgusting things to you that you could just barely hear over the loud squelching of your own cunt. You could feel him growing impossibly harder against your thigh, cock twitching in his pants at almost every sound you were unable to stop yourself from making.

After what felt like hours of torture, he finally sped up, thrusting his fingers in and out of you harshly, smiling against your neck as your sounds grew louder and more desperate. Involuntarily, your hips pushed back against his fingers, your body wanting nothing more than to chase your high, no matter what confusing thoughts your brain was having.

You were so close, so close to feeling that hot coil in your belly snap when he pulled his fingers out of you. You whined loudly in protest, your eyes shutting tightly from the embarrassment of almost cumming in this situation and wanting to.

“Relax baby,” he laughed again, and it was seriously pissing you off, “I can't have you cum just yet. Nah, not until your stuffed full of my cock.”

He sat up behind you, then harshly pulled you up by your wrists that he still had a grip on. You were kneeling now, back pressed against his chest with your hands trapped between your bodies.

“Open.” He said, bringing his slick-covered hand up to your mouth, wet fingers pressed against your lips. You knew it wasn’t a suggestion, and hesitantly parted your lips before he roughly shoved his fingers in your mouth, nearly gagging you. You winced at the taste of yourself. “Suck.” He commanded, and you obeyed, “And if you bite, you’ll regret it.” You shut your eyes, trying to ignore his threat as you licked and sucked at his fingers, cleaning your own cum from his hand.

He watched you sharply as you worked, panting, his hot breath ghosting along your neck while once again rutting his hard cock against your ass. When you finished he pulled his fingers out of your mouth with a pop and pressed a kiss to your jaw. The sweet gesture reminded you of how he normally acts with you, and you felt tears pool in your eyes again with a pang of sadness. Would you be able to go back to that?

“I’m going to let go of you for a second. Run, and I’ll fucking burn you. Got that?”

You pressed your lips together, staring straight ahead. He waited for you to acknowledge what he said, and once you nodded your head he gave you another quick kiss, praising you before finally releasing your wrists.

Your hands fell limply to your sides, you weren’t sure what to do with them. With your arms free from their previous position, you realized they were quite sore from being trapped like that.

Dabi placed his hands on your waist, sliding them down to the bottom of your shirt. Slowly, he pulled it off of you, tossing it somewhere in your kitchen. He wrapped his arms back around you, chest pressing against your back again as his hands came up to grope at your chest.

His hands were so warm, you couldn’t help but notice as he squeezed your tits, pinching your nipples harsher than necessary to pull a cry from your throat.

“You’re being so good for me. Wasn’t that hard, was it?” You wanted to punch him so bad. Wanted to kick and scream and beat the absolute shit out of him, and now with your hands free what was really stopping you?

Maybe the fact that he would most likely kill you, strike you down with his flames before you could even blink.

Or was something else keeping you in his arms? Something deep down in you, something that liked this.

You pushed the thought from your mind. It seemed better if you tried not to think at all right now.

Dabi gave your tits one last harsh squeeze before he pushed you back down against the tile. You shuddered at the cool feeling of the tile on your chest as he arched your back, maneuvering you into the position he wanted. Face down, ass up. This time, he left your hands free.

He wasted no time pulling your shorts down, taking your panties along with them. He wrestled your clothes off of you, tossing them somewhere along with your shirt.

With no warning his hand came down on your pussy, hard, the sharp sting making you gasp.

“Ha, you really are wet. You’re dripping, baby.” He had pressed two fingers against you, parting your lips to get a full view of you. Your whole body burned from the embarrassment of it all.

“Fuck, babe, you better be ready. I can’t wait any longer.”

You flinched at the clinking sound of his belt buckle being undone and felt him press up against you.

He took his cock in his hand, rubbing his leaking tip against your entrance. He gave no warning, thrusting into your cunt harshly, immediately burying his thick cock all the way to the hilt.

You screamed at the sensation, the sudden stretch burned so much you could have sworn he used his quirk on you.

He gave you no time to adjust to his thrusts, immediately pounding into you like a wild animal, crazy with lust.

The squelch of your dripping cunt and the smack of his hips on your ass could barely be heard over your screams. The pain began to mix with pleasure, the feelings so intense you thought you would explode.

Dabi hunched over you, chest once again pressing against your back as he groaned in your ear. He wasn’t usually very vocal, but tonight it seemed he couldn’t stop himself.

“Fuck, doll, you’re so goddamn tight,” he bit his lip, trying and failing to keep himself quiet, “God I can’t believe you didn’t want this. Look at you, screaming for my cock. You’re such a whore.”

His words went straight to your cunt, clenching tightly you heard him swear loudly. Your ruined orgasm from earlier had begun to come back with a new vengeance, hitting you just as rapidly as his thrusts.

“D-dabi, gonna- ah, gonna cum,” you warned him, barely getting the words out between your moans.

“Yeah? Knew you would, slut. Go on. Cum on my cock.”

Fuck, you forgot how much his words always affected you. Immediately the coil in your belly snapped, your orgasm hitting you so hard you saw white.

You barely registered his moans about how tight you were while you came, only aware of the pleasure consuming you and the fact that he did. Not. Stop.

Your orgasm had only spurred him on more, rutting his cock into you impossibly faster. The overstimulation had you sobbing, your body giving up and going completely limp. The only thing keeping you up was his hands on your waist as you drooled and cried on the kitchen floor.

The slump of your body forced him to readjust, the new angle causing him to batter into that squishy spot inside of you, hitting it with every thrust.

The angle of his cock threw you into hysterics, the stimulation was too much. Your body automatically tried for an escape, but you weren’t going anywhere. You were too tired and he was too strong. You screamed and cried your way through another orgasm, hands grappling for purchase against the hard floor so roughly that you almost broke a nail.

“Ah, shit, you cummin’ again? Shit, shit, shit~ gonna cum, fuck!”

Somehow through the haze in your brain, his words registered to you and you felt panic rising through your chest. He never came inside you before and you weren’t on birth control. You felt fresh tears prick your eyes at the thought of him filling you up, you can’t get pregnant, you can’t, you can’t!

“Wait! Wait, wait! Dabi no, not inside, not inside!” If he heard you, he pretended not to, his head thrown back as his hips lost all rhythm, a loud groan leaving his lips as he finally reached his peak.

You felt his dick twitch inside you as he came, searing hot cum shooting inside you. It burned, it burned so bad, and yet the warmth inside you and the stutter of his hips had you cumming yet again, still babbling your protests even as you came all over his cock for the third time.

His hips slowed but didn’t stop, and he ground his cock into you with a few more harch thrusts, fucking his cum back up into you.

After a moment he collapsed on top of you, effectively crushing you into the ground as you struggled to breathe. He stayed inside you, keeping his cum in your pussy with the weight of his cock.

You were beyond exhausted, and you felt your consciousness starting to slip away. It didn’t matter he still hadn’t pulled out, or that his cum still filled your hole, even though you wanted to kick and scream and cry.

Your vision started to blur, eyes slipping shut against your own will. You couldn’t stay awake.

Vaguely you registered more of that breathy laugh against your ear as you fought for consciousness.

“You fallin’ asleep? That's fine, I don't need you awake for round two~” Dabi’s raspy voice was the last thing you heard before everything went black.

happy birthday to the loml dabi god i wish he was on top of me.

anyways hey guys! ^-^ this took me forever to write but it’s finally done. dabi is my fav character probably of all time and i needed it perfect (< lost motivation halfway through)

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