#This is what happens when he doesn’t suck dick for a whole week

[zappedbyzabka]

Chew chew chew

#william zabka #kim fisher #The third gif :) he still does that face <3 #He never knows what to do when he’s in the background of a scene and I love that his go to is fondling pens and chewing/sucking on straws #This is what happens when he doesn’t suck dick for a whole week #He’s struggling BAD #Someone put some meat in his mouth before he goes after the ketchup bottle next #nsft #safety first

[oddinary4bts]

To Give a Helping Hand | jjk

☆summary: when Jungkook comes home from the gym, he goes feral thinking about you.

☆pairing: idol!Jungkook x female reader

☆rating: 18+ (minors DNI)

☆genre: smut, idol!au

☆warnings: unedited, curses, explicit content: masturbation. that's it, that's the whole thing. Cumshot on his hand tattoos. Jungkook is hella horny for reader and jerks off thinking about her - fantasies of oral sex (male and female receiving), of unprotected sex, of rough sex, of hickeys and marking (scratches on the back), of shower sex, of spanking, of choking, of creampies, of clit play, of fingering and squirting. Multiple orgasms, lowkey pain kink and praise kink (let me know if I forgot something)

☆word count: 1.8k (I think it's the shortest thing I've ever written on here lmao)

☆a/n: pure unedited sins bc mr jeon jungkook makes me horny despite being in the army. hope this doesn't disappoint lmaooo thank you to @wintaerbaer for her help with the banner (it would have been a horrible mess without your guidance) and for encouraging me to write this!! love you Ari <3333

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You’re driving him insane.

You. Are. Driving. Him. Insane.

Insane.

Every time Jungkook sees you at the gym, he goes insane. Completely, utterly, insane. He thinks there has to be a better word in the dictionary to describe what you do to him but, alas, he can’t find it.

So insane it is, and he tries to live up to the name.

He’s been home for five minutes, and he’s already in his bed, dick so hard he thinks it’ll explode. Because of course you had to be doing squats today, in those way too tight biker shorts that leave nothing to the imagination. Your thick ass, stretching the fabric so much he thinks he spied a thong underneath…

Jungkook grunts, hiding his eyes behind his arm, trying to erase the picture from his mind. But he can’t. You’re everywhere – behind his closed eyelids, or a ghost in his room when he opens his eyes again.

It’s been that way since the very first day he saw you at the gym. Jungkook caught sight of you and immediately had a boner, which hadn’t happened to him since he was a teenager. He’s a grown man, for fuck’s sake, yet the sight of you turns him on far more than anything ever has.

You’re just… perfect. Too hot, your body perfectly sculpted by the hours you spend at the gym every week. Jungkook dreams of dragging his hands, his tongue, on every inch of your body. Of caressing your hard-earned muscles, of gripping the meat of your ass…

Of grinding into you and hearing the little breathy moans he’s sure that you make in the thralls of passion.

Fuck.

If he’s honest, he would have fucked you that first time. Would have approached you and charmed you, seduced you until he’d have you writhing under his body. But one look – one damn look – at your keychain, and he knew you were off limits.

The bright pink Kooky plushie hanging from the keychain was a firm reminder that he cannot approach you, ever. Indeed, he doesn’t mix pleasure with work, which is starting to prove increasingly hard as he gets more famous, and as his fans grow way too numerous.

As his fans, as you pretend that you don’t recognize him when you go to the gym, even though he catches you looking at him all the time. Yet he can’t approach you, won’t approach you, ever. But nothing stops him from exploring his dirty little fantasies, whenever he wraps his hand around his cock…

Jungkook grunts, and he decides to take manners into his own hands, literally. He wishes it’d be your hand, gripping his cock once he’s pushed his shorts and underwear down. Wishes you’d hold him tight as you’d jerk him off slowly, eyes never leaving his.

He imagines you taking him in your mouth. Your plump lips, wrapping around the tip of his cock, sucking once as he’d fist your hair, restraining himself from thrusting in your mouth. Or maybe you’d give him the go to fuck your mouth, to unleash himself on you…

Jungkook moans, and he jerks himself off, slowly. Eyes closed as he imagines everything he wants you to do to him, everything he wants to do to you. His hand is not nearly enough to pleasure him, not when he’s been craving you the way that he has…

But it’ll make do.

Spitting in his other hand, Jungkook holds his dick up to rub the natural lube on the head of his cock. He winces – he’s already so damn sensitive… Probably because he’s sported a semi since he saw you at the gym.

Who gave you the right to go to the gym in those shorts, with only a sports bra to pair with them? You looked devilish, downright sinful, and you’ve dragged him to hell.

Once his dick is lubed up, glistening in the dim light from the hallway because he sure as hell didn’t have time to turn the lights on in his room, Jungkook strokes himself, slowly. Tattooed fingers firmly wrapped around his cock, just the way he likes it – right under the tip, hard enough to hurt just a little bit.

Hard enough to make him wish he was fucking your tight pussy instead. He imagines the drag of your walls on his dick, on his veins and on the ridge of his tip. He imagines your breasts bouncing up and down as you’d ride him, and then your face, contorted in pleasure, as he’d jackhammer into you.

He’s had noise complaints from his neighbours once, because of the loud singing he does once in a while, when he goes live for his fans. Right now, he wishes he’d get a noise complaint because they’d hear him fucking you good, fucking you until you’d crumble into ecstasy.

He picks up the pace on his dick, free hand grabbing at the white sheet of his bed. Would you be the type to moan unabashedly loud? To say his name when you come, when your walls flutter on his dick?

The thought makes his dick twitch in his hand, and Jungkook grunts again, curses underneath his breath. He doesn’t even know your name, but he sure as hell knows he’d come with your name a litany on his lips, a sinful melody he’d sing just for you to hear.

Would you drag your nails on his back, marking him so that the world knows you’re his? Would you suck on his neck, leave hickeys behind that he’d have to hide under foundation? Would you beg for him, or would you be a brat?

He wants you to be a brat. He wants to have to put you back into your place, to spank your ass and choke you until all you know is his name. He’d be feral with you – he’s feral just thinking about you. And maybe one day he’ll betray his number one rule, maybe one day he’ll fuck you into the night, hear you cry with pleasure as he’d pump his load inside of you…

His imagination is running wild, and his pace on his dick is relentless, unforgiving. His bicep burns already, even though he’s barely started. Or maybe he’s just too lost in his fantasies, losing track of time. But he doesn’t care – he’d lose track of time fucking you, too.

“Fuck,” he moans, eyes closed tightly, eyebrows bunched together as if in pain. But he’s not hurting – he feels way too good, the pleasure running through his blood a symphony every cell inside of him is addicted to.

You’re just too beautiful to him. He’d fucking crawl on his knees for you, or maybe he’d make you crawl. He’d force you to crawl, to beg for him, to…

Jungkook grunts loudly, his orgasm hitting so hard it feels like a trainwreck. He doesn’t slow down his pace on his dick right away, letting his cum spurt out and drip on his fingers, on the back of his hand. He doesn’t even care if he makes a mess – he’s lost to his pleasure, and he doesn’t want to come back to sanity. He wants to stay insane, and so he drags his orgasm out, milks it out of himself.

And he comes a lot, painting his whole fucking hand white. He’d think it to be disgusting, but when he looks down at his hand, fuzzy from his blissed-out pupils, he sees that he’s covered his tattoos with cum. His army tattoo – the closest he’ll get to come on you. He curses at the sight, hates that it’s turning him on again and that his dick twitches, begging for more. But all he does is watch the cum – it covers the three first letters, but it’s slowly dripping towards the y, and soon the whole tattoo will be covered, like he fucking wishes your pussy would be covered with his cum, dripping with it. He’d finger you with it.

Fucking hell.

Jungkook gives in to the unrelenting desire once he’s in the shower, trying to clean himself. A single thought of your thick ass and the stretched fabric of your biker shorts sends him back to square one, and he jerks himself off again, fast and hard, his free hand leaning on the wall. He’s quick to shift and put his forearm against the wall instead, hiding his face in his arm. And then he imagines fucking you in this shower, taking you from behind as your ass cheeks shake from his ministrations. He imagines you trying to find purchase on the wall, your hands slipping until he pulls you back into his chest. He’d hold you tight, wrap a hand around your neck, and he’d find your clit with his other hand.

He’d make you come so fucking hard. All night long. He doesn’t think he’d let you even fucking walk out of his apartment. He’d fuck you seven days a week, wouldn’t even leave his bed.

This time, his release hits differently, not as strong. It still fills his blood with ecstasy, and his head swims as he watches his cum go down the drain. His hand, his tattoos, are mostly clean this time around, and he imagines them covered in your cum instead. In your sleek juices as he’d finger you, making you squirt everywhere…

He curses loudly, turning the shower to cold, immediately wincing as the water hits his back. But it’s the only way he thinks he’ll manage to chase his arousal away. Hell, he doesn’t want to spend the rest of his fucking evening masturbating. Though it’d be worth it, and he’s fully aware that he’d be able to. He’d just need to think of you, and he’d be ready to go again.

But when he steps out of the shower, he decides otherwise. He decides to go live – are you watching him, from wherever it is that you live in this city? Do you know that you make him insane, so, so insane that he just came twice to the thought of you?

He smirks, watching the comments coming in even though he hasn’t said anything yet. They fly too fast for him to be able to read anything, but he knows.

He knows that you’re there, on the other side of the screen, watching him as he watches you. Where else would you be?

And he knows damn well that next time he’ll see you, he’ll talk to you. Fuck the rules, fuck the fact that you’re his fan. He needs to fuck you, to know what your pussy taste like and how you sound when you come.

So next time he sees you, instead of jerking himself off alone, Jungkook knows he’ll ask you to give a helping hand.

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Welcome to the land of sinning lmao hope you enjoyed this short ride! Let me know what you thought - it always motivates me to write more stuff like this ;)

All rights reserved to @/oddinary4bts, 2024. Do not copy, repost or translate.

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Milked for Every Last Drop ~ // 🥛🐄

Francis Mosses x M!Reader // 😋🙏

HC's [NSFW]

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Holy smokes the THINGS I WANNA DO to THIS MAN--

(That glass is NOT stopping me 😂🙏🥛🤤) 

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  ‘Thinkin’ about how this man’s the biggest fucking cum slut in the whole mf complex. He’s the milkman, but most people don’t know Francis doesn’t mind being milked himself. 

After a long day of dropping off cartons of milk he’ll drag himself to your office at the lobby. As a doorman, you often don’t get home until very late at night— if you ever even make it home. Resigned, Francis has to come to you if he wants his thirst satiated. 

      He’s such a goddamn slut, whoring himself out, whimpering and fucking SQUELING as you pump his swole cock for every last drop. He whines an ungodly amount. All it takes is your strong hand wrapped around his pretty dick for Francis to be reduced to a simpering, sobbing mess. A huge crybaby too. 

Like puddy in your hands, he’d make such a mess,— you’d need to lay towels down everywhere. 

In your office, shutters down after a long winded day at work,— fingers expertly rubbing up and down your husband’s twitching cock, cum flowing as you physically have to hold him up lest he fall off the couch,— which has happened in the past,— the pathetic mutt shaking so much has done the small, old couch in your office in. 

One time you were going down, sucking sloppily at his hard-on on the office couch when all of a sudden it broke— fucking gave out like Francis’ weak legs. While you were rather amused your husband was quite mortified, intent on controlling his spasming body. 

You disliked how tense his body became during intimacy,- so much so you made sure the next time you fucked his brains out and pounded his pretty ass into the bed you made him come so hard he tore his vocal cords and felt tremors ripple throughout his entire body for the rest of the week. He never tried to deny you of his pleasurable reactions again. 

[Additional HC’s <3] 

He’d give you sloppy toppy under your desk while you work (just pray you can focus enough to not terminate the wrong person 😞) 

Loves it when you swallow his cum and kiss him immediately afterwards; like pouncing and sloppily slamming your lips to his, swirling your tongue all around, watching him come undone at the taste of himself on his tongue🙏😋

He’s lactose intolerant 

Certain men can struggle getting aroused, especially if they have a medical condition, are on certain meds, or have depression / anxiety. 1950’s and mental health being nonexistent poor darling can’t properly talk to a professional about his inner turmoils, and sometimes he struggles getting erect. No matter how much you both try, he just physically can’t. Really self conscious of it too, he feels utterly pathetic (and not in that good way). You reassure him you don’t mind, and you love him for him, as your charmingly sleep deprived milkman <3 

           *A/N: Dunno what it is but there’s something so attractive in pleasuring a man who can’t get erect— I read a Geto fanfiction on here about it and it awoke something deep within me. Really need to find that one again, it’s a gorgeous piece. 

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#Francis #francis mosses #smut #milkman #milkman x reader #male reader #x reader #thats not my neighbor #francis mosses x reader #francis mosses x you #thats not my neighbour milkman #francis mosses x male reader #milkman x male reader #francis mosses thats not my neighbor #tnmn

[earlgreytea68]

The Fall Out Boy Year in Review

Because did anything else happen in 2023?????

This was a band that started this year with a bunch of people with all these theories that they were going to announce their retirement and they ended the year rejuvenated, reenergized, ready to go.

Let me count the ways Fall Out Boy was amazing this year:

At the very beginning of the year, they gave a performance, and Pete and Patrick did a pre-show interview, and Pete leaned his hand on Patrick’s shoulder and they grinned and grinned at each other and it was amazing and it was like, “Is this how the year is going to go????” AND LO, THAT’S HOW THE YEAR WENT.

The show at the Metro, when they threw Calm Before the Storm into the setlist and it felt so extraordinary and the crowd just shouted every word at them and then they played their first “Saturday” of the year and Patrick said how it always means a lot to them but it means more at home, YOU SEE, THE WHOLE YEAR WAS LIKE THIS.

They went to a gay bar and Pete and Patrick approvingly joked about sucking dick, so YEAH, THEN THAT HAPPENED.

Pete said that at least once a week he was told by people that their faces would melt off if they played this song live, so he wanted to see faces melting off, and then Patrick barreled into Headfirst Slide and the crowd was so loud at him that he let them take the “get unique” line, grinning the whole time, EVERYTHING WAS LIKE THIS ALL THE TIME.

I’m five points in and just getting to the fact that they released a new album and it was incredible from start to finish, every single song was amazing and extraordinary and so very them and so very what it’s like to be alive in 2023. THE ALBUM WAS GREAT AND WOULD HAVE BEEN ENOUGH ON ITS OWN BUT THEN SO MUCH MORE STUFF HAPPENED.

Then they ran around promoting this album and Patrick said that Pete is his reason for getting out of bed in the morning and that’s one of, like, sixteen different proclamations of adoration about Pete that he made in a span of a week BECAUSE THE WHOLE YEAR WAS JUST LIKE THIS.

Then they went on tour and somehow got it into their heads to play a new song every night, just, like, why not, right, just pulling all the most meaningful songs of their career out of their back pockets as if they had never given the impression that they would never, ever play that song, BUCKLE UP, THE WHOLE RIDE WAS JUST BEGINNING.

Pete gave a speech about how he doesn’t lay under a blanket thinking about being dead anymore, oh my god, these boys who figured out finally how much they’re loved, HOW THIS ALL HAPPENED IS AMAZING.

We got to watch Pete grow and develop all of his little concert speeches and then Pete was like, “Oh, also, I’ve decided to add in this feature called Riff with Patrick,” and all this segment was was them grinning at each other, because WHY NOT JUST ADD THIS TO EVERYTHING ELSE THAT HAPPENED THIS YEAR.

They released an updated version of “We Didn’t Start the Fire” and it’s fantastic and was a big hit for them and anyone who likes to think Fall Out Boy doesn’t know how to write lyrics because it’s not chronological needs to just think for two seconds about it, THE SONG IS GREAT AND THE YEAR ALREADY HAD SO MUCH AND THEN ANOTHER SONG!!!

Patrick. Played. “Spotlight.” Like. Unthinkable. Absolutely unthinkable. He played “Spotlight” and the crowd sang with him and he looked out and laughed and said, “That’s a lot of lights,” AND THEN THE YEAR COULD HAVE ENDED BUT IT DID NOT.

PATRICK PLAYED THE DRUMS, sorry, I will never be over that, ever, ever, ever, ever.

At some point in there Pete gave an interview with a rabbit puppet on his hand? And Patrick petted the puppet very carefully???? WHY WAS THIS YEAR LIKE THIS??????

Patrick sang “I’ve Got a Dark Alley” so gentle, so beautiful, so gorgeous, that it was like kintsugi being done right in front of our eyes, it still makes me cry to think of his version of that song, ALL THE GENTLENESS AND HOPE IN THIS EMO BAND THIS YEAR.

Patrick heard Pete struggling and turned to him to play “Bob Dylan” directly at him until he found his place, BECAUSE THAT WAS JUST HOW THIS YEAR WENT.

Meanwhile Patrick went stumbling over unfamiliar lyrics and Pete careened across the stage to get to him to rescue him, BECAUSE, AGAIN, THIS IS THEM IN 2023.

I went to a concert personally and they played me “Sweet Caroline” and “I’m Shipping Up to Boston” so THAT ALSO HAPPENED THIS YEAR AND IT WAS AMAZING AND PERFECT.

Patrick suggested they play “Pavlove.” ??? Hang on, read that again. Patrick. Suggested. They. Play. “Pavlove.” And then they. Played it. Like, yup, ALSO THAT HAPPENED.

Patrick said, quick and sincere in an unplanned aside, that he’s pretty sure this is the best tour they’ve ever done, EVERYONE WAS SO IN LOVE ALL YEAR.

Patrick suddenly decided to grow his hair long?????? Still don’t even know what that was all about, he was just like, 2023, FOLKS!!!

They played a Halloween show in the most Them costumes ever chosen BECAUSE WHY NOT?????

Then to close the year out Patrick dragged out “Yule Shoot Your Eye Out” ????? Like, again, WHY NOT???????

AND THEN “PAVLOVE” SHOWED UP ON STREAMING SERVICES, BECAUSE WHY NOT??????

#fall out boy #fob #sorry there are no links #i was being very lazy

[ackermans-posts]

❣︎✩ — 𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐔𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

feat: eren yeager x f. reader

warnings: sexual content, corruption, inexperienced reader, thigh riding, couch sex, pet names, size kink, penetration, dirty talk, slight mean eren, but overall sexy, minors dni

note: enjoy :)

a whole week of eren loving how cute and fragile you are, how horny and needy you can get without even realizing it — practically throwing yourself at him every chance you can get. he doesn’t stop you though, does he? no, because he secretly loves how you walk around the house in adorable pink lace panties and a cute little tank top. his gaze always travels towards the cute buds peeking out of your shirt, and fuck you for that because those nights always end up with him in his room, jerking his cock to the sheer thought of you.

but one thing he fucking hates is how riled up he gets when you dumbly ask to sit on his lap, wanting to be closer to him. it’s almost as if you don’t realize how you grind on his thigh, rubbing your clothed pussy against his leg almost every single time.

“are you in heat?” he says, gritting his teeth like he’s upset with you. your cheeks flush with embarrassment, and you have to cover your face with your hands to hide from him. you don’t have the strength to face him when his handsome face contorts in angry features, it scares you.

“w-what do you mean?” you whisper, fighting the urge to continue with your shameful act as he tightens his hold on your hips.

“just what the fuck do you think you’re doing grinding on me like that?” he spits. a rush of shame fills your body that consumes you whole. why are you doing that? you hadn’t even noticed — too focused on that slight spark of pleasure you felt with each rock of your hips.

“m’ sorry ‘ren.. jus feel really weird right now.. i dunno what’s wrong with me,” you answer quietly, feeling tears burn at the back of your eyes. the ache between your legs stays persistent and you feel lost without the release your body craves.

eren feels a little bad now, being so harsh for no good reason. he should be taking care of you, make you feel so fucking good you won’t be able to stand up straight. “nothings wrong with you baby,” eren murmurs, lifting your chin so you can look up at him, “but that feeling must suck, hm?”

you nod as you feel your lips tremble, your core clenching at the petname erens given you. you stare at him and he smiles, the look making the ache feel all sticky and needy.

“must feel like you jus’ wanna rub that pretty pussy all over something, yea?” he taunts, leaning down to kiss your neck, gently licking and sucking at the sensitive skin. you whimper and nod vigorously, hoping he understands, hoping he’ll help you.

“when you fuck yourself on my thigh, does it help? does it feel so good that you jus’ wanna do it all over again?” eren teases, feeling your legs tightening over his. a murmur of ‘yesyesyesyes’ escapes your lips as he begins to bumps his leg up and down, the friction rubbing against your swollen clit thru your panties.

“please ren’, want it to feel all better” you whimper loud, holding onto his chest as you ride his thigh. his dick hardens, and even he becomes unwilling to deny his pleasure any longer. his thumbs find place on your nipples, squeezing gently as his other hand forces your hips to move faster.

“that’s it. take what you need princess” he grunts, and not even seconds later you’re moaning his name, mouth gaping and whining about how good it feels.

“somethings happening, ‘ren.” you cry, rubbing faster and faster until a sharp pleasure stops you, blinding your eyes and exploding your insides in a fit of ecstasy.

eren groans, eyeing the wet spot now formed on his pants before taking a look at your face. you already look so fucked out its adorable that you think it’s over so soon. “good girl, came so pretty for me,” he smiles, bringing your face in for a messy kiss.

“ren’… felt so good.” you whine, drooping your body over his. he unzips his jeans, pulling his waistband down to reveal his cock, all pretty and veiny hard. your eyes bug out of their sockets, and your pussy contracts around nothing at the sight. “bet it feels even worse now, yea? like you jus’ wanna sink your needy pussy down on my cock?”

“pleaseplease” you cry, and eren wastes no time, sliding your panties to the side and rubbing the tip of his dick thru your folds over and over again till he finally inches his cock all the way down to the hilt, your gummy walls already sucking him in so tight, he’s worried he’ll cum within seconds. you cry, begging and pleading for more time to adjust to his massive girth.

“gonna let me corrupt you, baby?”

#eren smut #eren yeager smut #eren drabble #eren yeager x reader #eren jaeger imagines #eren fanfiction #eren jaeger smut #eren x reader #eren yeager #eren aot #aot thirst #eren thirst #aot boys #aot drabble #aot imagines #attack on titan thirst #attack on titan #shingeki no kyoujin imagine #aot fanfiction

[simplyholl]

Out of My System Pt 3

Summary: Loki doesn’t understand Thor’s attraction to Midgardians. Until he meets you.

Pairing: Avenger Loki x F. Reader

Warnings: Smuttish but no smut. 18+ only. Minors DNI. Eventual smut.

W/C: 1K

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After the Thor incident, rumor spread throughout the tower. You had heard everything except the truth. The wildest one, and your personal favorite was that Thor had caught you riding Loki in the bathtub, and Loki kept thrusting into you while he talked to his brother.

That one made you giggle. How absurd. It was Scott’s favorite one to tell, so you heard it at least one hundred times. Your teammate’s hushed voices, speculations, and giggles didn’t bother you. What got under your skin was Loki’s reaction to the rumors.

You would tell the others that wasn’t what happened, that you were wearing swimsuits and just washing off the mess of your sticky popsicles. But Loki would loudly set the record straight, denying that he would ever touch you in that way.

He couldn’t be attracted to a Midgardian. Unlike his brother, who would stick his dick in anyone who was willing, Loki was more selective of his partners. You knew that. You had discussed former relationships and lovers with each other.

One night, Thor brought home two women and Loki told you he could never stoop as low as his brother, that Earth women didn’t compare to the beauties on Asgard. You had no doubt. You could only imagine what those women looked like since the only Asgardians you knew were like beautiful sculptures come to life. It still stung for him to reject you so publicly.

You were sexually attracted to Loki. You figured everyone was, he had the most fans of all the Avengers. When the team did press events, bras and panties were thrown at him every time. He had confirmed this week that he would never touch you, but you couldn’t help recalling how it had felt in that bathtub. It seemed like he was holding himself back to keep from touching you.

You had to be imagining it, the same way you made up how it felt like all the oxygen had been sucked out of the room when you were together. If someone struck a match you were sure the whole compound would go up in flames. You had to get him out of your mind, so you finally agreed to be set up with Tony’s nephew, Ben. He was handsome, but nothing like Loki.

Loki hated that he had to deny his attraction to you in front of everyone. He wanted to reject you before you could hurt him. As soon as someone asked him about it, he vehemently denied the palpable chemistry that bubbled under his skin and filled the air with tension every time you were near. But you never said anything hurtful about him. You simply told the truth of the situation, not that those idiots believed it.

Loki walked down the long hallway to your apartment. He was coming to tell you goodbye. He and Thor were leaving for Asgard in an hour. He would be back in a few weeks, but couldn’t leave without seeing you. He knocked three times on the door, waiting to hear the shuffle of your feet on the hardwood floor, but it never came.

Instead, he heard you call out “Come in.” He entered, looking around for you. “I’ll be out in just a second. Have a seat.” Your voice sounded like it was coming from your bathroom. You had been waiting for Natasha to help you get ready for the party tonight.

You were so excited when you heard her knocking, you quickly got out of the shower wrapping a towel around you before exiting the steamy room. “I can’t decide which dress I want to wear, Nat. Ben’s favorite color is red, so I thought maybe this one.” You reached for the dress you had laid out on the back of your couch when Loki cleared his throat, revealing himself as your guest, not Natasha.

You jump, your erratic movements loosening the towel you thankfully put on before coming out. It drops to the floor with a thud. You and Loki remain silent for a second, staring at each other.

Loki’s eyes moved from your face to your exposed body. If you didn’t know better, you could have sworn he was checking you out. He was probably comparing you to the women back home. That made your stomach hurt. He grabbed your towel, handing it to you. You covered yourself, wishing the floor would open and swallow you whole.

When Loki and Thor arrived on Asgard, Loki couldn’t hold back the one question that was on his mind. “Thor, who the hel is Ben?” Thor smiled at his brother’s question. “He is Stark’s nephew. I heard he wishes to court Y/N. I thought she was yours. Are you losing your touch?” Loki turned to Thor ready to unleash his fury when their mother interrupted them.

At night fall, Loki left his chambers in search of Fiona. She was his favorite lover. He often spent his nights during his visits buried inside her. They had slept together countless times over the past two hundred years. They never caught feelings for each other. It was just sex to both of them. That’s why Loki always went back to her. She didn’t cling to him or try to make it more than it was.

Fiona welcomed Loki inside her home without a stitch of clothing on. “I’ve been expecting you, my Prince.” Loki pushes her on the bed quickly removing his shirt. Her lips work against his moving to his neck and down his muscled stomach.

Loki wasn’t one to think of others during sex. He liked to be in the moment with his partners. Which is why he was surprised when he started thinking of you. How it would feel to have your lips on his. If you would be timid or eager with your affection.

The image of your naked body was burned into his mind. You were even more beautiful than he had imagined. He wondered what it would be like to have you writhing underneath him in pleasure.

“Stop” he nearly shouted at Fiona, placing his hands on her shoulders to still her movements. “I’m sorry if I have displeased you.” “It’s not you, Fiona. I…. I have met someone.” As the words left his mouth, he felt relieved to finally admit it.

Fiona listened to him talk all night. He told her everything from the moment you met until the towel incident. When he finished speaking, Fiona told him that he should sleep with you to rid himself of the feelings he had for you.

“You lose interest quickly, once you’ve slept with someone. You have only kept me around because I feel nothing for you. Perhaps once you take her to bed, all those feelings will fade. You’ll see it was all just curiosity.” Loki smiled to himself. What a brilliant idea.

Part Four

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[sanjisbby]

EXPECTATION | Vinsmoke Ichiji

warnings: nsfw, mdni, f!reader, angst, rough sex, unprotected sex, creampie, unestablished relationship, english is not my first language.

word count: 1,089

a/n: i posted this once but it got flagged

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

The room is filled with the clapping sound of your skin meeting his and his deep groans mix with your moans. With your face against the pillow and your ass up, his rough hands locking both of your hands on your back, bringing you to meet his thrust.

“Ichiji-sama, slow down.” You say with tears in your eyes and whimpers leaving your mouth. He has been pounding into you for about an hour and you are already on your third orgasm.

He grabs you by your neck, your back meets his hard chest. “Shut up.” He says in your ear.

You and Ichiji have a complicated relationship. Well, you can't call it a relationship to begin with. And he makes it very clear that you can’t see other person when he’s still fucking you. You don't even remember how it started. You are just a servant at Germa Kingdom. Your whole day routine used to be waking up, cleaning or helping, being bullied by the princes (Niji and Yonji mostly), and repeat. but now its waking up, cleaning or helping, being fucked by Ichiji, and repeat.

You didn’t even ask him why would he fuck you. You thought maybe he just needed a stress reliever and it just happened to be you. It could be anyone. This ‘relationship’ has been going on for almost a year. But recently, you started to feel that this whole stress reliever thing is more than just a stress reliever thing. He usually calls for you randomly, but usually twice a week if he’s not on a raid. For the first couple of months, you didn’t care about your appearance in front of him whenever the both of you were doing it, you even prayed for him to not to ask for you. Not that you’re not enjoying sex with him, sex with Ichiji is great but he’s rough and merciless, it usually leaves you with pain in between your thighs for a day or two. And now, every night, you start to prepare yourself by shaving, doing make up, or spraying some perfume just in case he wants to call for you. And whenever he doesn't ask for you for a week or longer than usual, you're starting to get a pit in your stomach and asking the other servant about his whereabouts.

But you know your place. You are just a servant, more like his personal sex doll, so why would he care about what you feel?

He pulls out, then with his hand around your neck, he flips you around and throws you so that you're laying on your back. Before you can even react, he pulls you toward him by your leg. He places your leg on his shoulder, he grabs his dick and quickly thrusts it inside you. He hovers over you so that your knee meets your chest.

His thrust is hard and deep, you can feel his tip meet your cervix every time he pounds into you. You let out loud moans, feeling overstimulated. Both of his hands are beside your head. Each of his hands holding each of your hands.

You look up to see his face. His face is serious, his long red hair is tied up into a ponytail with some of the strands sticking out. You can see his pretty blue eyes. He doesn’t wear his sunglasses, he started not using it after the first month of this ‘relationship’, which surprised you at first, not only because of how pretty they are, but also because not many people have seen his eyes, but you get to see his eyes without even asking. And let's be real, having sex with sunglasses on is pretty awkward. You move your gaze to his big and muscular body. You can see a thin layer of sweat, he is so close to you that you could just grab him by the neck and kiss him. But of course you won't do that. You don't have a death wish.

You snap out of your thoughts when you feel his face in your neck. He sucks on your neck, biting and marking you. This position hurts, your leg is still on his shoulder, but you don't care.

You feel yourself getting close, he can feel it too by how tight your walls are sucking him now. He let go of your hands. He straightens his back, putting down your leg that’s on his shoulder. He bents both of your legs, holding you by the back of your thighs, he fastens his thrust.

Reaching your climax, you let out an embarrassing high pitched moan. Not long after that, he releases himself inside you. He waits inside you until he releases all of it. Then, he pulls himself out of you. He stays there spreading your legs more, with a proud smirk on his face, he’s watching some of his thick cum make its way out of you, dripping into the bed. You feel yourself getting hot from the embarrassment.

You feel him move his hand up and down your leg in a small movement, it almost feels like a rub. He quickly lets go of your leg and stands up, searching for his clothes on the floor.

You are sprawled out on the bed. You let out heavy breaths from how exhausting the sex was. “You can show yourself out.” He says in a cold voice while putting his boxer on.

You felt a sting in your heart. It would be a lie if you said it doesn't hurt. It's always like this every other night, he told you to leave as soon as possible, but somehow this time it hurts. You don't know what you expected. Maybe deep down you were expecting him to ask you if you're okay, maybe you were expecting him to tell you that you can stay, or maybe, you were expecting him to pull you to his chest then stroke your hair until you fall asleep. But that's very stupid of you to be expecting such a thing from him.

You swallow a lump in your throat then you push yourself up with both hands, you let out a hiss when you feel a sting in between your thighs. You stand up with wobbly legs, searching for your night dress on the ground, then quickly putting it on. With trembling legs, teary eyes, and his cum between your thighs, you walk toward the door and make an exit.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

#one piece #one piece fanfiction #one piece oneshots #one piece smut #one piece angst #vinsmoke ichiji #vinsmoke ichiji x reader #ichiji x reader #vinsmoke brothers #vinsmoke family #germa 66

[campbell-rose]

Helluva Rewrite: Blitzø

ft Loona doodles :) Alright first off sorry this took so long i got a job lol

A large part of his character is the fact that he used to be a clown, so I took a bit of two face in this design and accentuated the scarring on the left side of his face. I decided to give him the circular cheek bits to allude to the clown as well as ruffling his collar under the clothes. He’s the most complex design of the IMP so far, aside from Loona’s multiple spots, so i tried to keep the colors simple but distinct from M&M. I took the spikes and put them on his clothes – as in he puts on thorns to keep people away. I think a pink tone suits his more lusty character. 

Now as for his character... I'll be honest I struggled with him for a bit. I wasn’t entirely sure where I wanted his character to go or how serious this rewrite would take the drama Viv wants to write. I adore writing deep characters, so I suppose I’m going to have to take The Office’s approach of being a comedy with moving parts. There are overarching plot lines in this version, that being Moxxie’s mafia ties coming back to haunt him, Blitzo’s past coming back to fuck him over in the form of everything about him, and Millie’s insecurities fucking her over when it counts. Maybe the series underlying theme is how running from your problems doesn’t work. Idk, because I also like the whole monster of the week type assassin gigs they do. I’ll make it work. 

So now, introducing the new and improved Blitzø! 

Blitzø is a mixed imp, his father being from Greed and his mother being from Lust. As such he’s a very poor mix of bad traits. He’s hypersexual (to the point of disturbing others), greedy as fuck (as he underpays Millie and Moxxie), is greatly attached to and possessive of those he likes (hence his smothering of Loona and stalking of M&M), and tends to think with his dick in most situations which get him into quite a few pickles (hehe pickle) 

Alright, so personality wise he is just about the same. He shits on others, is generally an ass and not very shy about it, but one thing I want to change is his delivery. This Blitzø is much more jovial about what he’s doing, putting on an act of being very charming and playful, even when he insults people. Ex, the line in the pilot when he mentions Moxxie crushing his dreams would include a very childish pout and a chuckle after. He plays the things he says off as jokes so it gives him an air of... idk like you don’t know when he’s ever being serious. 

He grew up in a circus in Greed along with his twin sister Barbie Wire (side note if Blitzo was my og creation he would have a pun/type name like Barbie does. Too tired to come up with one now, but mainly just because Barbie Wire is a much more creative name than fucking Blitzo) and his mother, who was dying day by day. His father was the ring leader and used his children as props to make money. Blitzo was a double act with Barbie Wire where they would do tricks on trained horses before Barbie started wanting to do trapeze and Blitzo was paired with Fizz instead to do acrobatics and tell jokes. 

Now since we don’t know what the fuck happened in Blitzo’s past (despite being on fucking season 2) I’m going to leave this bit open ended until Viv plays her cards then rewrite it into my story.  

So overall I’m not tweaking too much with Blitzo. Maybe instead of being a woobie who is like oh woe is me I suck he is just an overt asshole who sort of wants to be better but that’s too much work.  

His relationship with Stolas is a can of worms and I fucking hate worms. Alright, so we’re scrapping the childhood buddies thing, and going full force into what we all were shown in the pilot – this powerful demon is banging Blitzo in exchange for the Grimoire. Now real quick, why doesn’t Blitzo use Asmodean crystals? In this I'm making it so only lust demons can bond with crystals (bonding meaning only that demon can use them) and unbound crystals can’t leave Lust. So Blitzo would have to go to Lust and buy one, which is expensive as fuck and he was too broke at the time he struck the deal with Stolas. He’s planning on ditching Stolas as soon as he has enough cash to buy a crystal for IMP to use. 

So Stolas and Blitzo are both using each other, neither of them are like “omg I think he likes me”. Stolas wants sex to fuel his imp fetish and Blitzo wants the book. Blitzo has every intention of cutting this off as soon as he gets the crystal, and in his mind is only really indulging some rich brat demon. The issue comes when Blitzo finds himself actually liking Stolas – he likes the owl’s stupid spiels about literature and space and herbs, he likes that Stolas tells him helpful things with no prompting (like how certain herbs can treat injuries and things like that), and he finds himself liking Stolas’s company. Which is a big problem if he wants to cut the demon off, so he starts trying to get that in gear. This is also while being constantly reminded how unlovable he is and how he ruins everything he touches, but he’s conflicted because Stolas has started to treat him kindly and refer to him like an acquaintance rather than a sex toy. 

Any I'm tired af, going to bed. 

Oh, but before I go I just want to say that now that I’ve finished the IMP gang, I’m taking a minor break from reworking Helluva and will be posting some RWBY redesigns I’ve made because I fucking hate RWBY but at the same time it’s like my childhood. I’ll tag anything Rwby I'm doing as Rwby Rework if you’re interested, but don’t worry I’ll continue to do more viv/helluva/hazbin later this month! 

Thanks for reading <3

#anti helluva boss #anti vivziepop #helluva boss critical #helluva boss redesign #helluva boss rewrite #helluva rewrite #vivziepop critical

[sunlightmurdock]

Jake and Apollo in the bath together just like that Hit Man picture but what’s getting whispered in his ear and what’s happening underneath the bubbles?

Ignoremescreamingignoremescreamingignoremescreaming thx so much

So it naturally all starts off with her turning on her heel and screaming, “You just need to chill the fuck out!” when he’s all over her for breaking some rule or another. Followed by a few moments of silence, some blinking, neither one of them quite sure if they’re going to continue bickering yet.

Until she steps forwards and wraps her arms around his big shoulders. “Just relax. Okay? — Take a bath with me, hm? Doesn’t that sound nice?”

And Jake’s wound pretty tight about this whole thing, so he’s somewhat against the idea. He knows that she knows he forgets to stay upset when she’s naked. But, he relents anyway. He has to admit that she’s right.

It is nice, leaning a fraction of his weight back against her naked chest, his head on her shoulder. She grins, hooking her legs over his naked thighs as she kisses softly at his throat. It takes all of her willpower to hold back from saying I told you this would be nice, asshole.

Instead, she runs her open palm along the bare, wet length of his stomach. Up and onto his pecs, then slowly back down again.

“I’m sorry that I went out without telling you.” She rests her chin against his shoulder, her voice barely a whisper. Immediately, Jake tenses in front of her. The situation is back at the forefront of his mind and he can’t help how annoyed it makes him. Kissing his throat once tenderly, her fingers trail lower, dipping into the warm water.

“I know how worried you get. I know that you just want me to be safe,” She explains, brushing her fingertips along his hip. Jake exhales slowly, relaxing into her just a bit more. “You know what I want, Jake?”

He doesn’t answer her. He doesn’t have to.

Her fingers trail past his thigh and find his dick instead as she makes a loose fist around him. Jake closes his eyes as her lips suck softly at his neck.

“I want you to relax. I didn’t ask you to come this morning because you were sleeping and it’s the most chilled out I’ve seen you in a week.” She explains calmly, concern dripping from her voice. Jake hums softly as his cock starts to harden against her gentle touch.

“How about you let me help you relax?” She whispers, working her palm slowly from the base to the tip and back again.

#operation Apollo #jake seresin #Jake Seresin smut #Jake hangman Seresin #Jake hangman Seresin smut #Jake Seresin x reader #jake seresin x y/n #thots night (:

[ariesqueencobra]

what we used to be | lll

Pairing: Eli Moskowitz x Fem!Reader

Summary: You're excited that your relationship with Eli is flourishing. A big fight leaves you and him making a decision that could benefit your lives.

Warnings: bullying, slut-shaming, kissing, violence (school fight/karate)

Word Count: 1k

A/N: A short and sweet chapter but I love it! Make sure that if you want to see more of this story to comment and reblog! Comments let me know what you like about the story and reblogs help others see the story! Thanks!

I don't consent to this work being copied, translated or reposted.

“I’m sorry to hear about what happened at the dance,” you frowned, sitting on your bed.

You and Aisha finally made time for your hang-out. It was agreed between the two of you to go to your place. 

It had been a few days since you and Eli kissed. You both hadn’t talked about it, but it was unspoken between the two of you that it was where you wanted to be. 

While your mind had been distracted by that plus the emotional turmoil that was caused by Yasmine and Moon–it was nice to just be with a friend.

“Don’t worry about it, it sucks, for sure,” she sighed. “But I joined Cobra Kai,” she smiled. “Sensei’s teaching me how to actually kick ass”. 

“Woah, really? I’m happy for you,” you nodded. 

You were happy she joined the dojo. At least one of you is building confidence to stand up against Yasmine. 

“If you want to build strength, join Cobra Kai. We can use more students too,” she suggested. 

“I don’t know, it sounds intense,” you winced. 

You don’t think you’d do well in an aggressive environment such as that. Based on how Miguel talks about his sensei and now Aisha? You don’t think you’d last a day.

“It’s not that bad, honestly,” she reassured. “Before it felt like I didn’t have anything to use to get back at Yasmine, but now I have this confidence, this strength. Something I have that she doesn’t,” she licked her lips. “But you really wanna know the truth?”

You leaned forward, telling her you did.

“I’m doing this to better myself,” she smiled. “I’m the best version of myself I can be and it’s so freeing,” she sighed out. 

“Wow, maybe I’ll put some more thought into it,” you hummed. 

That freedom she was talking about was calling your name and for once in the few weeks you’ve heard of Cobra Kai, you really considered it. 

~

You were reviewing your Calc homework before the big test today at your locker when a familiar voice called your name. You looked to your right, happy to see Eli.

“Hi, oop,” you were taken aback when he greeted you with a kiss. “Hi,” you felt your cheeks warm, your hand clutching your locker door. 

“Was that okay?” his eyes grew worried that he went overboard.

“Yeah,” you sheepishly said, reassuring him. “I’m just still getting used to it,” you giggled. 

And it was true.

Going from best friends to kissing each other was such a huge jump. It wasn't the norm even as excited as you were that you got to kiss the boy you’ve been in love with since you could remember. 

“Does this mean we’re dating now?” you chewed on your lip, closing your notebook.

“I hope so,” he smiled, hiking his shoulders up. 

“Cool,” you nodded, checking your phone for the date to remember it.

“I’ll walk you to class?” he offered and you nodded. 

Your hands became intertwined and for once you felt more than complete. You couldn’t wipe your smile off when you went into class, your mind not even thinking about limits or functions because you had a boyfriend!

~

You were walking alongside Eli and the boys to your lunch table, happy to see that Aisha was there. 

The whole cafeteria grew silent though when Sam threw a tray onto the floor. Oohs were whispered around. The four of you slowed down as you stayed back and observed.

“You see that billboard with the giant dick? I guess, Sam takes after her dad,” Kyler had a shit-eating grin on his face.

The cafeteria got riled up at the awful comeback.

You saw the way Sam’s eyes coated with anger, her jaw clenched, gaze narrowed. You felt for her, truly. 

She seemed like such a nice person and a good friend, based on what Aisha told you, but you didn’t understand why she was friends with such assholes.

You didn’t know what was going to happen between them until Miguel spoke up. 

“Oh no,” you said under your breath. 

He slammed his tray on the table next to Aisha before approaching Kyler. “Why don’t you shut the hell up and stop being an asshole?” 

“Want another beat down, Rhea?” Kyler shoved him. 

Miguel grunted as he fell back but caught himself on the chair behind him.

“I’m ready for your lame-ass karate this time,” Kyler shoved him again.

“It’s not lame-ass karate,” Miguel gritted just as Kyler went in for a punch but he blocked it, gripping his arm that caused pain to radiate all over his face. “It’s Cobra Kai,” he said before knocking him straight in the teeth.

“Woah,” Eli said. 

Blood spilled from Kyler’s nose, anger coursing through him before he body-slammed Miguel into the table, dragging him by the neck to another. People moved and jumped out of the way as Kyler got him in a headlock, but Miguel elbowed him in the gut, grabbing him by the arm and pulling it behind him, using that leverage to punch him in the cheek and then kicking him.

“No mercy!” Aisha shouted.

So much passion, you thought.

Another guy came behind Miguel but he anticipated it, sweeping him right off his feet. Then two others came but he got them too, kicking one in the stomach and another in the face.

Using his chance to run, Miguel rolled over a table, grabbing onto a tray. He kicked a chair towards an attacker before using the tray to hit Kyler and the blond one. 

He kicked and hit, knocking them down until Kyler charged at him. He jumped onto a table, sweeping his leg behind him, and kicking him before he knocked the corner of the tray right into his face. 

He actually did it. 

He took down at least six guys by himself.

Miguel stared in amazement, at the crowd surrounding him.

You felt so proud of him, being very impressed but his victory was cut short when Counsloer Blatt ordered him to come down.

~

Eli’s mouth pressed against yours, your hands placed on either side of his face while his hands were on your arms.

It was awkward navigating kissing but it was also the best thing you’ve ever experienced. 

“We should probably get back to homework,” you said, face hot and lips puffy as you pulled away. “Before your mom catches us,” you licked your lips, growing flustered at the thought of being caught.

This was the only way you’d agree to have a make-out session with Eli—at his house, not yours. If your dad found you guys locking lips, that would be the end of Eli. Frankly, you didn’t want that to happen. 

Still, you wanted to keep your fresh relationship under the ropes from your parents.

“Sure,” he nodded sheepishly, grabbing his pen.

You were doing homework at his house today, Demetri declining because he didn’t “want to get in the way of young love”. The thought made you laugh, but there was no denying how grateful you were about it.

“What did you get for problem four?” you asked, your arm and thigh pressed against his.

This time around, you didn’t care that your body was as close to his as possible. You both welcomed it and the butterflies in your tummy fluttered in delight.

“C,” he answered. 

“Damn,” you sucked in a breath, looking over his work to see where you went wrong. “You think it’s too late to drop out of Chemistry?” you wondered.

“I think you’ll be fine,” he reassured. “So what did you think about Miguel today?” he fidgeted with the pen.

“The fight?” you furrowed your brows, copying his work onto your paper. “I thought it was totally badass,” you grinned. “I guess he and Aisha were right, their sensei knows what he’s doing,” you snorted. 

“I think I’m gonna join,” he admitted, chewing on his lip and he averted your gaze.

You paused, a smile appearing on your face. “That’s great, Eli!” you reached over to kiss his cheek.

“I even talked Demetri into joining,” he added. “So I was thinking maybe you should join too,” he shrugged, searching your eyes for any sign of disagreement. 

“Really? You think I could learn to kick ass like that?” you turned to face him.

“I think you could become the best in the entire Valley,” he blushed, mirroring your movements. “So what do you say?” he smiled.

“Let’s do it,” you grinned.

#eli moskowitz x reader #eli moskowitz imagine #eli moskowitz #hawk x reader #cobra kai

[sourpatchys]

My birth control is running out (implant) and I’ve been on my period for three weeks— so here is a list of all of my favorite characters and how they’d act while you’re on your period!

Includes: Tomura Shigaraki, Dabi, Daryl Dixon and L Lawliet.

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— Tomura Shigaraki

He doesn’t really know what to do— it’s honestly not even something he was fully aware of until you came into his life. Yes— he knew they happened, but he had no idea what that entailed.

As long as you’re willing to ask for what you want or need, be it— a heating pad, chocolates, pain meds, a new blanket, etc. He’ll be at your beck and call (albeit with some complaining)

Honestly he’s a little fascinated by the whole ordeal— why does it hurt? Why are you bleeding? Why can’t you control it?

The fact that your body was built that way kind of infuriates him.

Though, if one of your common symptoms is sore breast tissue, he’ll have a good amount of fun with it.

— Dabi (Toya Todoroki)

He does not care. Like the most he would do for you is use his body as a form of heating pad.

He’s in some kind of internal pain 99.999% of the time, so as far as he’s concerned you should just suck it up.

But you will start to notice random pain meds in your bag and some of your favorite treats just ‘appearing’ out of nowhere.

He says it isn’t him, and keeps that same “get over it” attitude, but it’s pretty clear to you that he doesn’t want you to be in pain or uncomfortable.

He may be a dick but he still cares in his own way.

— Daryl Dixon

He’s freaking out a little. He hates seeing you uncomfortable, he hates seeing you in pain, and he hates that it’s so hard to help you.

He’s going to go on runs constantly, grabbing any and every kind of menstrual product he can find, he’ll even get medical gauze just to see if it’ll work!

In the grand scheme of things he knows you can handle it yourself, he knows there’s a bigger issues out there and that you’ve had worse injuries.

But he still wants to do everything he can to help you, he wants to treat you right even while the world’s falling apart.

— L, Lawliet

I don’t know exactly what your expectations are, but lower them.

This guy is not going to be much help. He’s a cuddle bug, but he’s constantly freezing, so he can’t work as a human heating pad.

Every month he’s just going to probe you with questions, “does it hurt when I do this?” “Does it hurt when you move like that?”

You will have no peace. It’s better to just not tell him at all.

At the very least he won’t make you solve puzzles or look over documents. (You’re much too grumpy)

#daryl dixon #the walking dead daryl #daryl dixion x reader #twd #daryl dixion imagine #daryl imagines #daryl x y/n #twd daryl #tomura x y/n #shigaraki x you #tomura shigiraki x reader #shigaraki headcanons #shigaraki imagine #my hero academia shigaraki #mha shigaraki #bnha shigaraki #shigaraki x reader #shigaraki tomura #bnha dabi #dabi #dabi x reader #toya todoroki #league of villains #mha dabi #dabi todoroki #dabi x you #dabi my hero academia #dabi x y/n #l lawilet x reader #l x reader

[eddiesghxst]

Finally putting this bad boy up!! Pretty proud of how it turned out but I hope you like it! <3

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18+ content

summary: you get caught with a boy and need to persuade Sheriff Bodecker to not tell your parents

contains: dark!Lee Bodecker, innocent/naive!reader, age gap (reader is in college), dad's best friend!Lee Bodecker, daddy kink, virginity loss, finger sucking (?), a sprinkle of spit/cum play, face fucking, hair pulling, choking, two shots of humiliation kink (entire bottle), degradation kink, breeding kink, hints of fingering here and there, and Lee being a dick <3

word count: 6k

WARNING: This fic contains dark themes including - NON-CON/DUB-CON, possessive behavior, manipulation, blackmail, coercion, and other shit I don't remember. Again, THIS IS A DARK FIC, don't read it if you're not comfortable with it!

Now that all that's out the way, enjoy the next 6k -ish words of pure filth <3

-masterlist-

“You’re a long way from home, miss Y/L/N.”

Blue eyes pierce into yours, your hand fisted in the fabric of your dress as you stare back at the man. This could not have looked worse. You’re with your date– alone, an hour away from the city, in an empty parking lot. And out of all the people, Lee Bodecker just happens to see the car and stop by.

You weren’t doing anything wrong. Jacob was sweet, the two of you haven’t done anything aside from little make-outs in tiny rooms and the backseat of his car, (he was your first kiss but you didn’t plan on ever telling him that). Jacob made you feel good, he had managed to rope you in with his charming smile and smooth words and finally got you to come to one of his games.

The town loved Jacob, who wouldn’t? He was a star college athlete and anyone would be able to see how big and bright his future is. And you? Well, you were just any regular college student out there. You lived with your parents, have classes all week, and work at an old diner on the weekends for some change. 

So the look of surprise on Sheriff Bodecker’s face when he sees you does little to ease your nerves. Nothing had happened in the car…yet. You were surely on the way which is very evident in the matted mess of Jacob’s hair from your fingers, your swollen lips, and your flimsy sundress that’s ridden up your thighs a bit. You try to shift in your seat to bring your dress down a little more, but it only hikes the material up further, a wave of heat running over your body in embarrassment. 

“Your daddy know you’re out this late– this far from home, with the star quarterback?” You nearly want to cry when he asks. Your father and Sheriff Bodecker are good friends, best friends some would say, and there’s no doubt he’s going to tell your dad about what he saw tonight. Which means you’ll be forced to stop seeing Jacob. What type of image of your family would you be painting if everyone heard about you sneaking around with a boy late at night? You would become the town's gossip for a while, especially because your dad is the mayor. 

“We were just about to head home, sir. Stopped by for a bite to eat.” Jacob speaks up for you, seeing as all the words you know have suddenly escaped your mind. The sheriff doesn’t look at Jacob though, his eyes are still stuck on your nervous figure. A smile cracks across his lips, he looks away, head turning as he lightly laughs, eyes twinkling with the golden hues from the streetlights. He works a toothpick between his teeth, taught muscles working beneath his jaw as he thinks. “You think I don’t know what you two were doing?” 

You want the leather seat beneath you to swallow you whole when he looks back at you. “Sir?” Jacob attempts to challenge him, but Lee doesn’t take the bait. He taps the edge of the window once as he stands up straight, a hand settling on his hip as the other tips his hat up a little. “Go home, 24,” Jacob’s jaw tenses at the lack of his name and the use of his jersey number. If the man wasn’t a cop and sure to arrest him, Jacob would’ve punched the douchebag. “Y/N, get your things, I’m taking you home.” 

Your shoulders sink, eyes wet with tears as you fight them back. “Uh, sir I don’t… That isn’t necessary, I can take her home.” Jacob attempts, but Bodecker waves a hand. “I’m sure you can. You’ve had your fun, son. Have a safe trip home.” Without another word, he nods toward you and walks to his car.

You quietly grab your things, whisper a small, “Night, Jacob.” and leave, shamefully walking towards the police car. You don’t understand why you feel so guilty, so ashamed– nothing happened! You wanted to spew out a plethora of excuses when you got in the car, but nothing came out. You were too nervous and scared to say anything, and Lee’s intense gaze didn’t help either.

Without a word, he drives off, nothing but the sound of the engine and the faint hum of the radio filling the car. It’s like this for a while, 10 minutes maybe, until Lee reaches over to turn the music down and speaks up, “Are you a virgin, Y/N?”

You nearly choke at his question, looking over at him in shock before looking away in embarrassment when he glances over at you. “I uh..” you clear your throat, shifting uncomfortably in your seat. “Sir?”

“Are you a virgin?” The words make you want to shrink in your seat, and to some extent you do. He glances over at you again, awaiting an answer. It’d be rude to not answer him and you’re already in a lot of trouble. Your fingers twist and pull at the hem of your dress as you answer him, “Y-yes sir.” 

He hums, nodding his head in response. Nothing else is said for quite a while again until you break the silence.

“Sheriff?” You’re slightly turned to look at him, watching as he continues to work the toothpick in his mouth. “Doll.” He urges you to continue. 

“Are you going to tell my dad?” 

When he looks over at you, he almost coos. You’re the sweetest thing Lee Bodecker has ever set his eyes on. He wonders how you’ve survived so long given how naive you can be, but he doesn’t point it out, he’d rather use it to his advantage.

“You know I have to, Y/N.” A frown takes over your face at his answer, you look back down at your lap before looking back at him. “Nothing happened though, sir.” Your weak attempt at saving face.

He hums, head ticking to the side once before shaking in disagreement. “It was only a kiss.” You insist, mere seconds away from begging for mercy, even if you were telling the truth and he was in the wrong.

He doesn’t say anything, and it makes you even more stressed about the situation. He still says nothing as he pulls the car over to the side of the empty road. He parks the car and turns over to you, draping his right arm over the back of the seat, fingers tapping the leather behind you. Your heart races in your chest as he ticks an eyebrow at you. “Now, that’s not what I saw, bunny.” He frowns at you.

You feel so frustrated, on the brink of crying. Nothing happened!

You open your mouth to say something but he stops you. “You’re a sinful little thing, Y/N. Sucking off a boy in an empty parking lot miles from home. What would your parents say, hm? They’d be so disappointed.” Tears are now brimming your eyes, the thought of your parents being so disappointed in you strikes a sensitive nerve. You’re a good girl, you’ve never really done anything bad; hell, you’ve never even been grounded!

“Sucking off? I didn’t…” You’re shaking your head but stop when he shakes his as well. “Don’t waste your excuses on me, little one. They won’t work, better save them for your parents.” His index finger brushes the collar of your dress before he pinches it between his fingers, feeling the soft material as his eyes bore into yours.

“T-they’re not excuses.” You further attempt, frowning when he ticks an eyebrow at you. “Are you calling me a liar, bunny?” You nearly gasp, frantically shaking your head. He looks so upset, hurt, and disappointed and it makes you want to cry. “No! No, sir I-” “That pretty little mouth of yours is going to get you in trouble if you keep talking.” He threatens. You’re quick to shut your mouth and he hums. A shiver runs up your spine when you feel his hand slip beneath your hair, fingers lightly massaging the back of your neck, thumb gently running up and down your pulse.

“Think you need to stuff it full, hm?” His hand is now cupping your jaw, gently forcing it open. You don't think your heart has ever beat as fast as it is now, thrumming in your chest like a caged distraught bird. Two fingers dance across your swollen lips, fingertips catching the wet spit. You whimper, attempting to move your head away, but the look that flashes in his eyes has you stuck as he finally dips into the warm wet cavern of your mouth. “Suck.”

You’re hesitant as you follow his instruction, lips closing around his digits. Instinctively, your tongue swirls over his fingertips and knuckles as you suckle at the two fingers like they’re candy. Throughout this, Lee’s eyes never leave yours, and there's an unspoken warning to not break eye contact unless he says so. You’re sucking on his fingers for a bit of time, a few praises slip his mouth here and there and you suddenly find yourself squeezing your thighs. You try to be subtle about it, but Mr. Boedecker is ever the observant one. 

“What are you doing, bunny?” He taunts. You give an eager suck and he softly laughs as you huff in exasperation. “Sucking on daddy’s fingers is making you wet, isn’t it?” He coos. You barely realize it when you nod, eyes fluttering as you squirm in your seat. He tuts, moving closer to you and slipping his other hand up your thigh as you squeeze again. “Open your legs.”

You fail to do it on his first order and it proves to upset him, his fingers digging into the soft skin of your thighs, pulling a squeal from the back of your throat as you comply. “There we go,” He praises, the palm of his hand stroking up and down the inside of your thigh, watching as you struggle to keep them open. 

“You should be thanking me, you know.” He tilts his head towards you. You glance down to where he’s rubbing at your thighs, nearing your clothed center every time. “Boys like Jacob only want one thing from dumb girls like you.” 

You’re a second away from asking what it is they want, the suspense nearly killing you, but he answers for you. “They just wanna fuck you, sweetheart. Use you up and kick you to the side… you should be thanking me.” He repeats, eyes gleaming with a demand. Through a full mouth you speak, “Thank you.”

He hums again, pulling away his fingers to smear your saliva across your lips as you lightly pant. “Bet you’ve soaked through your panties by now, haven't you?”

You don’t answer, tongue chasing his fingers again, there was something that felt nice about it. However, Lee doesn’t allow you the privilege again, instead, his fingers grip your jaw, wet fingers digging into your cheeks as he forces you to look at him, your eyes fluttering open (you’re not exactly sure when they’d even closed). “Answer me, slut.”

The name makes you whine in humiliation, tears welling in your eyes again. “Y-yes, sir-” “Daddy.” He cuts you off and corrects you. You heavily swallow, a wave of embarrassment and arousal washing over you. “Yes, daddy…” You utter. 

He pulls away from you and before you can whine he’s already giving you instructions. “Take off your panties and put them in the glove box.”

You silently gulp, face burning with humiliation as you skate your fingers up your skirt and hook them into the waistband of your panties, dragging the flimsy cotton piece down your legs. You can’t even look at him as you finally get the article off, shutting your legs as you reach forward to stuff them in the glove box as you were told. 

“Good girl,” He hums, you glance over, shy from your dirty actions as he watches your every move. “Come here.” God, your head feels light with the mixture of emotions you have, but you do it anyway, not wanting to upset him. 

When your thigh brushes up against his, his fingers find their way into your hair, curling to gently tug at your soft strands. “Unbutton my pants and get my cock out.” The feeling of his breath on your cheek as he speaks has you nearly whimpering. 

“But sir, I-“ You’re cut off with a sharp tug to your hair, a yelp leaving you as a shot of pain runs through your scalp. “How many times do I have to correct you, hm?” You whine, thighs shifting against each other, you’re ashamed of the way your body is reacting to his words and actions. 

“This sweet mouth is clumsy,” His free hand reaches up to squeeze at your cheeks, watching as your lips pucker and you preen in embarrassment. “Needs to be put to work, stuffed full so that little tongue of yours can’t form anymore lies.” 

Your right hand is fisting at your dress in your lap, while the other subconsciously falls onto his thigh, nimble fingers curling around the rough fabric of his trousers. 

“I don’t like repeating myself.” 

He lets go of your face and watches as you take a shaky breath, eyes falling to his lap, his thighs spread with a noticeable bump in between. Your jittery fingers fall onto his belt buckle, swiftly undoing it before doing the same with his button and zipper. 

A soft groan nearly leaves him as you reach into his pants and pull his cock out. Your lips are parted in awe at the sight of his prick, hard with a red and drippy tip. He's average length, but is much bigger in girth than most people, Y/N thinks… She doesn’t really have anyone to compare him to. 

He nods when you glance at him, scared of what will come next. “Go on, suck my cock pretty girl.”

A part of you doesn’t want to, the fact that this is Lee Bodecker, the town’s sheriff and one of your father's closest friends is all the more reason why you shouldn’t. But the look he’s giving you; not only does it slightly scare you into submission, but it also sends a ping of arousal rushing to your center. 

You’re frozen, stuck in place because you’ve never done this before. Making out with Jacob is as sexual as you’ve ever been! You know what sex is, you know what he is asking— telling —  you to do, but…you don’t know how to. 

You’re about to tell him, but his patience runs thin as he grips the back of your neck and pushes you down, a yelp leaving you as you fall face-first into his lap. And then your face to face with his cock, glancing up at him as he grips himself from the base. His other hand leaves your neck to push back your hair and you slightly jump when he slaps his cock against your cheek, humming in satisfaction as strings of precum smear across your skin. 

“Open your mouth.” He orders, jaw clenched as he tilts his cock towards you. His tip swipes across your lips before he pushes himself in, a soft groan leaving him as he eases into your soft wet mouth. The taste of him bursts against your tongue, salty and slightly sweet, more pleasant than you had imagined, but you fight the urge to make a face anyways. He’s so big in your mouth, stretching your jaw so much you can already feel an ache rising after only a few thrusts. Your eyes are still watching him as he groans above you, head tipping back in ecstasy as he picks up the pace. 

One of your hands is gripping his thigh, while the other rests against his hip, nails digging into the soft pudgy skin. Your hands squeeze in surprise when he pushes your head so far down that you gag around him, throat contracting around his cock, pulling a deep groan from him. “Fuck, mouth feels so fucking good. Wanna make you choke on my cum.” He spits out. 

You’re ashamed of the way your thighs keep clenching in desire, what for? You don’t know.

Tears of joy nearly spring from your eyes when he pulls you off his prick, but he doesn’t take you far, rubbing his tip against your damp lips. “Spit on it.” His words make you audibly whine as you turn your head, a silent plea to be done, but he tightens his grip on your hair, turning your head back and pulling. A whimper tumbles from your lips “Please-“ “What did I say about repeating myself, bunny?” 

You suppress another whimper as your purse your lips, gathering spit in your mouth before spitting it all on his cock, watching as it dribbles down from his tip. Without another word, he shoves himself back between your lips. “Suck it, suck my cock, and make daddy feel good.” 

You do as he says, slowly bobbing your head up and down, listening to the words that leave the man above you. You’re sloppy, spit and precum dripping down the sides of your mouth, spilling onto your chin and his pants. “Look at you drooling for my cock,” He coos. You feel so dirty. Guilty and wrong for the part of you that actually wants to satisfy his needs. 

“Sucking me like I’m paying you for it…Shit, you were made for this.” His fingers curl in your hair, a whine leaving you as pain shoots all across your scalp. “Yeah, made just for my cock. Only good thing that mouth of yours does.”

Without warning, he holds both sides of your head before thrusting up into your mouth a few times, repeatedly hitting the back of your throat before shoving you completely down. His head tips back as you gag around him, your face pushed up against his soft tummy as he holds you in place. “Fuck,” He drags the word out as you squirm against him. Your hand rises, pressing up against his tummy in a weak attempt to beg for air, but he doesn’t let up as he rocks his hips against your face. 

Finally, he pulls you off by your hair with a curse, watching as you gasp for air, choking and coughing on the mix of saliva and his arousal. 

You reach up to swipe at the mess on your chin, but he grabs your wrist before you can. To your surprise, his other hand reaches up, fingers curling at the neckline of your dress and yanking it down to reveal your chest. You gasp, your free hand coming up to shield yourself from his hungry eyes, but he grabs that arm as well, pinning both hands to the seat. 

“You keep your fucking hands glued to the seat unless they’re touching me, you understand?” He snaps. You mewl, eyes fluttering shut in the embarrassment of your state right now. But he doesn’t allow it, his hand reaching up to grip your jaw with a quick order to open your eyes. “Do you understand?”

You shift in your seat as you nod. “Yes, daddy.”

You squeal when you feel a wet substance landing on your chest, his spit. It’s humiliating. The absolute degradation of Lee Bodecker spitting on you like you mean little to nothing has you whining and mewling in shame, but he doesn’t care. He takes his hand away, which is now covered in spit and cum from your face, before smearing it all over your chest, big hands squeezing at your tits as you let out little noises of protest. 

“Fuck, look at these,” He squeezes both tits in his hands as you squeeze your eyes in embarrassment, nails digging into the leather of the car seat beneath you. “Maybe I should fuck these instead, hm?” His fingers pinch at your nipples, pulling and rubbing as you squirm. 

“Ah! Please!” You gasp, back arching up into him. You’re frustrated with the way this is actually making you wetter than before, even though you keep pleading for him to stop. “If I wasn’t so keen on fucking my kids into you, I would’ve kept fucking that mouth of yours until I came all over these tits. Make you lick it all up like a good girl.”

His words have your face heating up, chest heaving as you pant into the air. You’re shocked when he leans in and presses his lips to yours, humming at the taste of you and him. You don’t kiss back for a moment, but he tugs at your nipples as a warning and you gasp, allowing him to slip his tongue in. The kiss is filthy, nasty, and wet, and by the time he pulls away, you’re left panting and dizzy from lack of air. 

You barely register how he manhandles you, making you sit back so your back is against the back of the seat. He lifts your left leg, tossing it over his thigh and pushing your other leg so your thighs are parted wide. You want to close them, but you know it’ll only get you in trouble. 

“Pull your dress up, show daddy his pretty pussy.” God, you don’t know what’s gotten into you, but another wave of arousal hits you. His pretty pussy. 

His pretty pussy.

You’re burning with shame as your shaky hand reaches between you, fisting at your dress before pulling it back, holding it to your stomach as you subconsciously widen your legs, flaunting everything you have to give. Your other hand is stuck to the seat, squeezing at the tired leather as your gaze flickers up to Lee, seeking approval.

He hums, a hand slipping up the inside of your thigh, squeezing the soft skin and watching you squirm. “Look at you, bunny,” He coos, fingertips nearing your wet center. You whine when his index finger ghosts over your folds before parting them to watch you pulse around nothing. “All this is for me, hm?” He raises a brow, looking over at you, the hand that’s still stuck in your hair tightening as he forces you to watch as he pets you in your most private area. A thick finger sinks into your weepy hole with a faint squelching noise. “Yes, daddy.” You sigh, eyes stuck watching his face as he focuses on what’s between your legs. Your eyes flutter shut for a few moments as you suppress the moans that want to slip, but Lee tuts in disapproval. 

“Look,” He tilts your head down, muttering for you to open your eyes. “You’re making a mess all over my seats, bunny. You’re lucky I’m ready to fuck you or else I would’ve had you over my knee for being a bad girl.” You pant, whining in embarrassment at the sight of your arousal smeared between your thighs and dripping onto the seats below you. 

“A-ah! Sorry…sorry daddy.” You manage to speak between breaths as Lee hums, his thumb joining to rub at your clit as he continues to work his finger in and out of you. “I’ll have to punish you another time.” 

You can’t help it when you dive forward, chasing his lips in a sloppy kiss, a frown forming when he turns away. Suddenly he’s pulling away from you entirely, tears form in your eyes as you begin to think you’ve done something wrong, but Lee doesn’t do much to rest your spiraling mind. 

He’s moving you around again, pushing you to lay on your back and splitting your thighs open before he kneels between them, a hand wrapped around the base of his cock as the other pinches at the skin of your thigh. You’re dazed and fucked out already, too tired to realize what’s going on before you feel him painting the tip of his cock up and down your slit. “W-wait!” Your hand shoots up to press at his tummy, legs trying to shut but failing due to his large body between them.

You’re scooting back against the car door, an arm reaching up to cover your chest as you whine. “T-This doesn’t feel right…” A prominent frown is etched across your lips as you attempt to shut your legs. Memories of your mother telling you to never let situations like this happen. You had thought Lee wouldn’t take it this far. Certainly, he wouldn’t go all the way, especially with his best friend's daughter.

The look in his eyes says otherwise, a whimper falling from your lips, “You can’t, please.” Your attempt at begging is weak, and it proves to be so when he grunts in annoyance, hands landing on your hips to pull you closer once again, legs splitting around his waist. “This isn’t right, you’re my dad’s best friend!” 

You’re shocked when his hand wraps around your neck, squeezing enough to shut you up as he leans down, face to face with your tear-stained face. “You don’t know the difference between right and wrong. You’re just a dumb fuck bunny,” His words bring more tears to your eyes, fingers ripping at the tainted seats below you. “You were made to just lay there and take cock like a fucking whore.” 

He rubs his prick through your folds again, laughing when your hips twitch from the feeling. “You’re gonna let me fuck you, you know why?” 

You mewl, squirming beneath his grasp as he slaps his cock against your cunt. Heat rises up your neck and face at the wet sound of your arousal echoing in the car. “Because if you don’t, I’m gonna tell your dad.” 

“N-” “Yes. I’m gonna tell him how his little princess is out at late hours fucking boys in parking lots. He’ll be so disappointed. Probably ship you off for a camp over the summer-” You sob as he describes your possible future. “No, please no!” You beg.

“Mm, eager now are we?” He hums. There’s no warning when you feel his thick head slip into your tight hole, one of your hands shooting up to grip at his wrist that's held up to your neck, manicured nails digging into his skin, sure to leave a mark. He wastes no time shoving his cock all the way into your tight channel, full and heavy balls pressed snug against your bum as a sound close to a scream wracks through your body.

“Oh, fuck,” Lee curses above you before leaning forward, smashing his lips against yours as you softly sob. The burn is intense, it’s uncomfortable, and if he hadn’t had your legs spread so wide, you’re sure you would’ve kneed him and tried to escape by now. Your lips are still as he kisses you, you’re body trying its best to accommodate his large size as he begins thrusting in and out of you.

“Ah! I-” You can hardly form words as the pain sears through your lower body. A sharp thrust has you squealing, hands frantic in search of something to hold, one hand shoots towards his stomach in an attempt to stop him. “I-...it hurts, daddy. It’s too much!” You plead, fresh tears rolling down your face when you squeeze your eyes shut. Your entire body is warm, your ears burning so much you swear you can hear the blood rushing through them.

His hand leaves your neck, tangling into your hair as he tells you to open your eyes. You open them, blinking through tears to gaze up at him. Lee has never seen a prettier sight, your lips swollen and wet, face damp and glistening with tears under the streetlights, Your eyes are glossed over as you blink up at him. You’re trembling, mumbling incoherent sentences as his pace slowly picks up.

He coos, petting your hair when you let out a strangled moan. The pain is slowly starting to subside the longer his cock pierces into you and you feel more than ashamed of yourself when you start to feel good. There’s a dull ache rising in your lower stomach as a result of his relentless pounding and it brews a slight pang of fear in your chest.

Each thrust pushes small little ‘ah’s from your mouth, the hand on his stomach fisting at his shirt. “I’m doing you a fucking favor getting you dumb for my cock. Gonna have you addicted, ruin you for anyone else.” He grunts, watching as you struggle to breathe beneath him, lips parted around moans and mewls, chest heaving in exasperation. He can hear you struggling to get a word out, your eyebrows pinched together as your thighs squeeze his hips.

“What’s that, sweet girl?” 

The switch of his attitude is giving you whiplash, his pet names for you go from slut or whore to sweet ones like bunny and sweet girl. You whimper, cheeks burning in embarrassment from your next words. “More please.” You whisper. A small smirk tugs at Lee’s lips because knows he’s slowly pulling at your loose threads, tearing at your seams one by one. “More? You want more, bunny? You like daddy’s cock?” 

A slur of yes’ leaves your mouth, “Mm. And to think you wanted me to stop. To think you even wanted to fuck that little friend of yours.” His eyes trail over you, groaning at the sight of your wet tits bouncing with his thrusts. “You were gonna let him between these pretty thighs,” You shake your head but he nods. “Yes, you were. We both know you were, you fucking slut.”

You open your mouth to disagree, but it’s cut short with a moan. “Were gonna let him cum in you and get you pregnant. Then what? You get stuck with him for the rest of your life.” Your moans are breathless and borderline cries as he keeps fucking you. A hand reaches up, gripping your jaw, and you whimper, tears filling your eyes. “That’s what you want? Wanna get stuck fucking his tiny prick for the rest of your life, hm?” “No! No, daddy…” 

A tear slips down your face, not only from how good you feel but from the words he’s saying. You can’t imagine being stuck with Jacob for the rest of your life. Sure you liked him, but it was just a fling! It wasn’t anything serious yet, and you didn’t quite like the way he would openly flirt with girls right in front of you.

“Maybe I’ll let him get you pregnant. What would your parents say when their sweet innocent baby gets knocked up by the town's football captain?” You cry out at his words and his actions. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry please no, please, daddy.” You sob. At this point you’re not entirely sure what you're begging him for, the lines had blurred long ago.

Lee coos, thumb caressing your cheek, wiping away your tears. He leans forward, lips ghosting over yours as he speaks, “Shh shh shh, it’s okay baby. You belong to me now,” You subconsciously wrap your arms around his shoulders, trying your best hand at kissing him (which fails when you kiss the side of his mouth and he pettily laughs at you). “Gonna put a baby in you and claim you for myself, hm.” You shake your head, whining at the image of Lee getting you pregnant. He pushes himself to sit back up, your fingers getting lost in the short strands of hair at the back of his neck. “Yeah, let everyone know your mine when they see your tummy swell with my babies. Watch these tits of yours get round and full with milk, fuck.” The image drives him insane, his hands palming your breasts and squeezing hard enough to make you squeal. And the more he talks about it and the longer you dwell on it, the image doesn’t sound so bad.

The air around you is thick, your pretty moans mixed with his loud grunts and the repetitive lewd sloshing sound of your sex makes your eyes roll, that ache in your tummy becoming more and more prominent. 

Suddenly his hand is in your hair, tightly pulling to force your neck at an angle to where your gaze is set downward. “Look at us,” You’re forced to watch where he’s pounding into you, thick cock wet and shiny with your arousal and your innocence as he repeatedly disappears within your cunt. “Don’t we look perfect, bunny? Like a fuckin’ masterpiece.” 

Your tummy quivers, thighs shaking as you feel an overwhelming sensation in your gut. “Y-yes. Yes, daddy, s’so pretty.” Your words are chopped and slurred with each of his thrusts. He pulls your head back up and smiles at the sight of you, dazed and fucked out with a sliver of drool spilling from the corner of your mouth. “Oh, baby. Are you drooling for daddy’s cock? Fucked you dumb haven't I?” His thumb catches the spit, running over your bottom lip before dipping into your mouth, watching as your lips close around his thick digit. 

“So pretty baby. Never gonna let you out of my sight again. Just for me, aren't you? Daddy’s special girl.”

You mewl at his praise, nodding your head as you continue to suckle at his thumb. You pant, opening your mouth to respond, “Yes, daddy. S’all for you.”

He nearly cums, the sight of you so far gone has his head spinning, but he isn’t done yet. He kisses you, hard and sloppily before digging his teeth into your bottom lip, hard enough to draw blood and make you loudly whine. When he parts for you, you gasp, squirming beneath his hold as he pistons in and out of you.

“D-daddy?” Lee doesn’t think he’ll ever get tired of hearing your sweet voice calling him that. “I-i…my tummy burns.” You’re frowning, toes curling in your shoes as an overwhelming fear settles over you.

Lee’s head tosses back, fingers digging into your hips as he fucks you onto his cock like you weighed nothing. “Let it go, baby, let it go.”

A few more thrusts and you’re trembling, latching onto Lee like your life depends on it. Above you, Lee grunts, jaw clenching at the feeling of your pussy tensing around him, soaking his dick so much he’s sure his seats are ruined by now but he doesn’t care. You’re mumbling little thank you’s as he continues to fuck into you.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum in your little pussy and you’re gonna take it all,” You’re positive there will be bruises where his fingers are on your hips from how tight he’s holding onto you as you mewl. “M’gonna fill you up ‘til you give me pretty babies.”

You’re twitching from sensitivity when he finally cums, pushing himself all the way to the hilt as you cry out, legs closing around his sides. It seems like he’s cumming for hours, hands grinding your hips back and forth on him before he pulls out (and even then, a few more spurts of the sticky substances leaves his tip and paints your swollen cunt). 

Lee hums, cursing under his breath when he looks down. “Look at that, baby.” He’s manhandling you again, fingers pulling your hair and forcing you to look down between your legs, grinning when you moan. “See how pretty you look with my cum?” 

You watch with moony eyes as the white substance drips down your center, gasping when Lee runs his finger through the mess, pushing it back into your pussy. You sob as he curls his finger once before pulling away, raising the slick coated finger between the two of you before slipping it into your mouth, watching as you eagerly lap up all the cum on his finger. 

“That’s enough, don’t get greedy.” He scolds, pulling away as you frown. “Sorry, daddy.” You whisper. Your eyes are stuck on his plump lips as he speaks, but you register none of it, only snapping out of your daze when he lightly slaps your cheek twice before gripping your jaw, watching as your lips pucker. “That’s the last time you’ll be seeing Jacob, right bunny?” 

You nod, quickly murmuring a ‘yes, daddy’ before he smiles, pulling you forward to press your lips onto his, loving the way you melt against him, even if every alarm goes off in your head. The guilt is beginning to gnaw at you as you kiss him back, shame and terror of what you’ve just done slowly consuming you.

A final pang of doom echos in your chest when he pulls away and gazes at you, “Good. You’re mine now.”

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[ryuichirou]

Got any headcannon scenarios about Riddle and Floyd’s first time?

Hi, Anon! Sorry for the late reply. I have quite a lot of them actually, but when it comes to Riddle and Floyd and them having sex for the first time, my mind is way too influenced by akiseizon/futairo’s djs… these are so damn good.

Still, here are some headcanons. I did my regular thing and talked too much once again lol I hope you enjoy these.

I think there are two routes/versions in this scenario: one is more spontaneous, the second one is not necessarily very planned, but the whole thing would take more time overall. The first one could imply that Floyd’s instincts made him super horny very suddenly (and I’ll post another reply about this very soon...), but could also imply that he was simply in the mood to touch Riddle, and the tension between them was strong enough for things to escalate.

The less spontaneous scenario in my head goes like something among these lines: Floyd keeps flirting with Riddle and teasing him mercilessly with tension between them rising and Riddle getting more and more flustered and angry, and then Floyd drops a hint that he would like to have sex with Riddle and instantly dips, leaving Riddle shook and confused. Was that a joke? Was that an insult? Did he actually mean it? Wait, are they going to have sex? Riddle would lose sleep over this, because there is no way he’s going to ask Floyd if he really meant that. Moreover, Floyd winks at him whenever he looks his way, so… huh? What’s going on?

At first, Riddle decided not to think about it. He shouldn’t be thinking about such dirty things anyway: sex is reserved for procreation, after all. Riddle probably has this super vague image in his head that he is probably going to have sex at some point when he is older and married, and he knows better than to take anything that Floyd says at face value but...he really won’t be able to stop thinking about it lol Which would even make him think that maybe Floyd had cursed him somehow.

Meanwhile Floyd’s somewhere minding his own business and probably not even remembering what he said to Riddle… Although, it is a mystery whether he knew Riddle would get so crazy and desperate about it. It could have easily been his cunning plan, because Floyd is surprisingly smart when it comes to manipulation (he’s a Leech, after all). But the sight of red, panting, overstressed and overstimulated by his own thoughts Riddle would definitely make Floyd super happy (and horny). And this is where it begins…

It’s definitely going to be nothing like whatever Riddle imagined: first of all, it’s not going to happen in a bedroom. Floyd is going to take Riddle to the nearest empty classroom and lock the door, if Riddle’s lucky lol Second of all, whatever Riddle has been imagining this past week, it was too pure and vanilla comparing to how Floyd actually is…

Which doesn’t mean that Riddle isn’t going to enjoy it. In fact, it’s probably going to scare him just how much he liked almost suffocating under Floyd’s body weight while feeling his tongue down his own throat.

One thing Riddle was sure about is that he’ll never touch Floyd’s dick with his mouth or tongue. But that certainty flew out of the window the moment Floyd took it out and told Riddle to suck it.

Stating the obvious: Floyd’s dick is too big. He definitely won’t be able to fit it in completely the first time. It won’t stop him, of course, but it would make him both more frustrated and more amused at the same time. He is very overwhelmed by his urge to stick it deeper, but seeing how much Riddle trembles and twitches and doesn’t know what to do with his own is just too good to stay mad.

It’s another mystery whether or not it was Floyd’s first time. He does feel like someone who would have sex just to see what his new human body can do, or simply because he felt like it. He is not super experienced though, plus way too intense for a little human virgin. Still, Riddle enjoyed it way too much…

Does the fact that they had sex mean that they are now dating? Yes, if you ask Riddle. Whaaa, nope, if you ask Floyd. And of course, this will cause a lot of problems for these two…

#replies #headcanons #florid

[xdaddysprincessxx]

The Year Max Lord’s Wish Came True

Moodboard by me!

Max Lord x teacher f reader

Merry late Christmas angel!! @iamasaddie I hope this is everything you wanted! I loved writing this! It’s my first time writing Max so a tad nervous but as a fellow Max Lord lover, I hope I captured him just right ❤️

The prompt: Max tried to get his life back together, working doubles at a law firm. He has no time for anything again, even his son, but the pretty young thing from Alistairs school makes sure he isn’t sad. One day Max forgets to pick Alistair up so reader takes him home herself and decides to make sure Max isn’t sad and tired too.

Warnings: Dom!Max, p in v (wrap that dick friends!), age gap (48,26), daddy kink, sprinkle of belly humping, food, spanking, nipple sucking, praise, sprinkle of degradation, little bit of miscommunication/assuming, ends on a sweet note, alistairs room is on the other side of the apartment he was asleep with a sound machine on and door closed he heard nothing. Not beta’d, very lightly edited; any mistakes are mine! If I missed anything lmk!❤️❤️

Words: 3714

Maxwell Lord, the king of infomercials! What a joke. He isn’t the king of anything. He’s a failure. His marriage failed, his oil business failed. He has even failed his son. That one is what hurts his heart the most. His son, Alistair, is his world. The human embodiment of his own heart outside of his body.

After the dream stone debacle, most of society had practically shunned him. He apologized and continues to pay the price for the wrongs he committed. But luckily for him he still had a few fans. One of those fans, Mr Jackson Smith, just so happened to own a law firm and extended a job opportunity to Max. He is forever grateful for Mr Smith hiring him and showing him basic human decency when a good majority of the world refuses to move on from his past actions. Now he lives in a small two bedroom apartment where he has Alistair full time. The young boy just started kindergarten this year, going full day so Max can work while he’s at school.

Christmas is right around the corner and Max has been swamped at work, having to bring home a lot of it to finish, losing sleep to stay up and work. He’s hoping to close a few cases soon and be able to take off a couple of weeks for the holidays and spend as much time as he can with his son. Being a single dad, Max drops Alistair off every morning and is in the pick up line at 2:45pm every afternoon. This past week though he’s been struggling to make it there on time. Alistair’s teacher is always standing outside to greet the kids every morning and is there every afternoon. No matter how late Max is running, she always gives him the biggest smile and stays after to wait with Alistair. It isn’t lost on him how kind you are to go above and beyond just to make sure Alistair isn’t alone. It also doesn’t hurt how beautiful you are. He noticed you at orientation, your bright eyes sparkling with joy. He could tell you truly loved what you did. Something about you warmed his heart and always seemed to make his blood rush straight to his cock too. He couldn’t help but imagine what you’d look like on your knees for him, big doe eyes looking up at him with tears streaming down as you struggle to take his whole length down your throat, writhing beneath him as he brought you to orgasm over and over on his cock. Your beautiful perk tits practically begging for his mouth to be on them, sucking on your hard nipples. A part of him, a very small part felt conflicted because you were so much younger than him. He was pushing 48 while you were mid 20s at best. 26 if he had to guess.

It’s finally Friday, next week is Christmas. Max is so close to finishing his last case before he can officially clock out for the holidays. He decided to work from home today so he wouldn’t be distracted by anyone. By lunch time, his eyes were hurting so he laid his head down just for a few minutes to help ease the burn and stave off any possibility of a headache coming on. It didn’t take long before he drifted off to a deep, dreamless sleep.

“Alright kiddos! It’s the end of the day! Bus riders, please start to clean up and grab your belongings and go sit on the carpet, car riders do the same but go stand in line at the door. It’s Friday! Let’s have a good weekend guys!” You announced to your kindergartners. Those little 5 and 6 year olds are your world. You love teaching and your kids make your whole life. They give you meaning and purpose. One student in particular seems to have gotten quite the attachment to you, and you him. Little Alistair Lord. Such a sweet little boy with the biggest heart. Of course you know who his dad is too, the infamous Maxwell Lord. Even after the whole dream stone mess, you still admire him for how hard he worked to build his empire. You also happen to have the worlds biggest crush on him. He has the air of confidence to him that turns you on. Of course he’s also very easy on the eyes too. You’ve spent plenty of nights with your hands between your thighs, rubbing yourself raw to the thought of him having his way with you. Thinking about how he’d feel inside of you, how good his tongue would feel as you rode his face and your hands gripping those overgrown blonde locks of his. You aren’t really sure why he dyes his hair blonde, his dark roots coming through tells you he hasn’t colored it in awhile. You kinda like seeing his natural hair color show more. But even with the blonde still growing out, he looks beautiful.

As the last of the students file out to get on their buses and all of the car riders have been picked up, you notice Alistair sitting on the bench outside by himself and no more cars in line.

“Hey buddy is your dad running late?” You ask the boy.

He looks up at you with worried eyes as he shrugs his shoulders.

“Let’s give him a few more minutes okay? I’ll stay out here with you.” You go to sit down next to Alistair and give him a comforting smile. He smiles back and you can already see some tension roll off his little body.

Poor kid’s probably very anxious and worried, his dad has never been this late. You hope Mr Lord is okay too.

1 hour later. . .

After waiting and still no Mr Lord, you collected your things and Alistair and made your way to his house. They don’t live that far from the school so it doesn’t take long before your pulling into the parking lot of the apartment complex.

“Alright honey we’re here. Which apartment number is yours?”

“84B”

You give the young boy a smile, “Well Alistair lead the way.”

You walk slightly behind Alistair as he leads you up the walkway towards a set of stairs he begins to climb.

The both of you approach 84B and you knock loud on the door.

A loud knock on the door jolts him out of the deep sleep he has found himself in. His whole upper half snaps up quick as he looks at his watch and sees the time. Alistair! Panicking he jumps up from his desk and runs to the door and throws it open.

Just as your about to raise your closed fist to knock again the door swings open revealing a flustered Max Lord.

“H- Hi Mr Lord I’m Alistair’s teacher,” you say as you tell him your name, “ Um I’m so sorry I sat with him after school and after awhile when you didn’t come I brought him home. We were worried about you.” You explain to the disheveled man as he takes deep breaths trying to steady his racing heart.

“N-no no please I’m the one who’s sorry! I must’ve fallen asleep! I didn’t mean too! Please he’s my world this never happens-“

“Mr Lord it’s okay! I know, you’re a great dad. Things happen! Please it’s no big deal” you interrupt his apology to ensure him everything is fine. You give him your best smile to try and help put him at ease. His blonde locks a mess on top of his head makes you imagine what it’d look like to have your hands run through them as he eats you out.

He smiles back, feeling his cheeks redden slightly. He didn’t expect you to be at his door. It doesn’t help that just last night he had taken himself in his hand and jacked off to the thought of you.

“Why don’t you come in? Please. Let me cook dinner for all of us maybe play a board game? I wanna thank you properly for bringing my son home.”

Smiling shyly at your students father, the man you happen to be harboring a crush on, “Okay yea I’d love to stay for dinner and a game.”

It turns out Mr Lord is an excellent cook. You helped by preparing the veggies he added to make a delicious stir fry. After everyone had full tummies, the three of you sat around and played a game of Monopoly. To your surprise, it went by rather quick as it turns out Alistair is very very good at this game. Soon it was after 9 pm and Alistair was going to bed. You and Max found yourself just sitting in the living room alone. Both of you had been sneaking glances at the other all night. While cooking dinner, Max would come up behind you, his chest just a breath away from your back. You could almost feel his breath in your ear. Now you find yourself sitting next to him on the couch.

“Thank you again for inviting me to stay Mr Lord.”

“Please call me Max. I like to think we’re past the formalities by now.” He says with a chuckle.

You can’t help but giggle at that.

You smile at him before casting your eyes down to the floor, a chunk of your hair falling in your face as you look down.

“Hey,” Max says getting your attention as he pushes your hair behind your ear. His thumb sliding along your cheek, slightly lifting your face up so your eyes meet his.

He leans in closer as his thumb swipes your bottom lip,

“Who takes care of you? Such a sweet young thing like yourself.”

“I- I do. I take care of myself.” You stutter as you glance down at his lips and back up to his eyes.

Max sucked disapproval through his teeth, “Oh my sweet girl you should be worshipped. Men should be falling on their knees at the foot of your alter only to try and be worthy of you.”

Max searches your face for any sign you wouldn’t want this but he can’t find one. All he sees is your beautiful big eyes staring at him with want.

“Let me be rough with you. Let me break you apart sweetly so I can put you back together. Will you let me?” He whispers into your lips. All you can do is nod, seemingly entranced by his lips.

Max closes the small gap between you two and presses his lush lips against yours. It’s been so long since you’ve been kissed at all. Max puts so much passion behind his kiss, as he starts to pull back, you chase his mouth licking his bottom lip hoping for entrance into his mouth.

He grants you permission inside and you eagerly push your tongue in, gently exploring his before taking his bottom lip between your teeth and softly biting down on the plush lip before sucking it.

Your action caused him to moan. That little move set him off and he pulls you onto his lap, your back to his chest. His huge veiny hands caress down your torso, gripping both thighs before spreading them wide open. You had worn your favorite blue dress, made of soft cotton. Max’s lips find your neck and begin to softly suck that sensitive spot right below your ear. His hands move back up your body, grabbing your breasts and giving them both a squeeze, Pushing them together, holding them fully in his hands.

A wanton moan falling from your lips. Max pulls the top of your dress down, causing you to spill out.

“Be quiet hermosa, do I need to gag your pretty little mouth? Hmm?”

You bite your lip and shake your head no despite how much the thought of being gagged made you gush.

Your panties are ruined. The air hitting your slick cunt sending shivers up your spine.

Max notices you shiver, giving your boobs one last squeeze before running his hands down your ribs to your stomach back down to your thighs.

“Oh you poor thing, already making a mess aren’t we?” He says as he begins to rub his hands up and down your thighs. His right arm wrapping around your torso, holding onto your left boob as his left hand cups your pussy through your panties.

You can feel Max smile into your neck as he rubs his nose up and down, right behind your ear,

“Hermosa,” he tsked, “what am I going to do with you? I welcome you into my home, shared a meal with you. And you got my lap all wet. I can’t just let this go. You need to be punished.”

You twist your head to look at him, mouth agape. You can barely think, your pussy throbbing.

“S-spank me p please D-“ You quickly shut your mouth, unsure if Max wants to be called daddy in a sexual way.

“Say it. Say my name little girl.”

“D-daddy.”

“Mmm that’s it baby. So good. Your being so good for me.”

Max licks into your mouth, wrapping his lips around your tongue, sucking on it as he begins to rub up and down your soaking cunt.

You let another moan slip, this one quieter more breathy.

Max breaks the kiss and removes his hand, “Didn’t I just say ‘be quiet’? You’re a teacher, no? I thought you’d be smarter than this. Able to follow directions.” He makes a clicking sound with his teeth as he yanks you down over his knee. Your dress pushed up around your hips as he pulls your panties down pooling just below your buttcheeks. One arm over your back as he holds you on his knee, his free hand rubbing the globes of your ass

Whack! Whack! Whack!

Three swats to your ass before he rubs over the spot his hand just reddened.

“Can you be my good girl? Hmm? Have you found your manners yet hermosa?”

Your mouth is hanging open in a silent scream, dying to be vocal from the pleasure your receiving from him. You’ve never been one for vanilla sex and it’s been so long since you’ve had a real man properly fuck you rough and hard just how you like. The way he’s talking to you, the sweet praise with the sting of degradation, the way he physically manhandles you. You’ve gone cockdumb before you’ve even had his cock.

“Y-yes daddy! I’ll be quiet! I-I’m sorry daddy it feels so good.” You loudly whisper, doing your best to please him.

“Mm it feels good? What feels good? Use your words baby. What feels good?”

“T-th-t -“ you stutter

Whack!

“I said Use. Your. Words.” He said as he spanked you after each word.

“I like when you spank me!” You manage to spit out as quietly as you can.

“There she is.” You can hear the smirk in his voice

“Come here baby” he says as he helps you up off his knee to stand in front of him. Max stays seated as he looks up at you. His hands running up and down your sides before he reaches up and pulls your cardigan off your shoulders and lets it fall to the ground. Then he pulls the straps of your dress down and slowly rolls it down your body along with your panties. Standing naked in front of Max while he was still fully dressed made you extremely aware of yourself and all you wanna do is hide yourself. Not knowing what to do with yourself you wrap your arms over your chest.

“Don’t hide from me hermosa, come here.” He says as he pulls your arms down exposing your breasts to him again before placing his hands on your hips and pulling you in between his knees.

His warm hands run up your sides, finding purchase under your boobs as he leans forwards wrapping his lips around your hard nipple. He lightly bites down before licking and sucking on it again. You cradle his head, carding your fingers through his hair, holding him close to you. Pleasure rolling through your whole body in waves as he suckles on your tit. Your pussy getting even wetter, unable to control yourself you push your body against his, grinding your pussy ever so slightly against his belly, desperate for relief.

Max makes a wet popping sound as he releases your nipple, “Mm does that feel good honey? So good you have to hump my belly like a bitch in heat?” He says in a condescending way. He knows it makes you feel good, his own cock painfully hard needing to feel you before he cums in his pants. You look down at his shirt and see you left a wet spot on his shirt from where you were humping him. His eyes follow yours, seeing the mess you made.

“Oh mierda hermosa, me hiciste un desastre,”

(Oh shit beautiful, you made a mess all over me)

“Come here I need to be inside you baby”

Max pulls you down and lays you on the couch as he gets up and pulls his pants down and pulls his shirt off. His thick cock bobs, the tip an angry red. Your mouth salivating, wanting to take him in your mouth. He crawls on top of you, you pull his face towards yours as you kiss him. Max takes himself in hand and begins to rub his cock through your folds, gathering your slick on his dick before slowly pushing into you. You moan into his mouth, already feeling the stretch of his cock. Max slowly, achingly slowly pushes all the way in to the hilt. Letting out a deep grunt as he bottoms out inside of you. Letting his dick throb inside of you as he grinds deep, causing your mouth to drop open as you let out a soft ‘Oh’.

The weight of him on top of you, the fullness of having him inside you, all you can do is take what he gives you.

Max covers your mouth with his hand as he brings his face close to yours, “gotta be quiet baby, just take it. You can take it honey,” he says as he begins to ram his cock in and out of you. Your whole body lit up, a fire set ablaze under your skin. You can feel your whole body heat up as you hang onto to him, biting down on your lip.

“Just feel it baby, feel every fucking inch little girl,” he grunts as he doubles his efforts in pounding your pussy. His hand gripping your face harder, tears falling from your eyes from the sweet pain from his grip on your face and the divine ecstasy his cock gives you. Max reaches down with his free hand, his thumb finding your clit. He starts rubbing circles on your nub, heightening the already euphoric feeling he was giving you. It took no time before you could feel your inevitable orgasm approaching.

“Mmx m comin” your words muffled but max heard you loud and clear.

“Yea baby I know. I can feel you sweet girl, oh god does my thick cock feel good stuffed inside this sweet cunt? Huh? Who makes this sweet little cunt cum?”

Max moves his hand and drops his face into the nook of your neck. Your face next to his ear, “You daddy oh god you. You make me cum ooohh oh fuck daddy I - I. . . “ you say in a rushed whisper as your orgasm washes over you. Your pussy gushing, the pressure of your orgasm pushing Max out.

Max’s eyes roll back as he grunts in your ear, feeling your pussy try to push him out as it squeezes the fuck out of his cock. He continues pounding into you, his own orgasm so close.

Soon his thrusts start to stutter as he paints your walls with his thick load. You can feel his warm cum coat your insides. Max comes to a stop, resting his forehead on yours. The two of you breathing hard as you come down from your high.

Max looks down at where your bodies are connected, his softening cock slipping out. He sits back on his legs to watch his cum leak out of your abused pussy.

“So goddamn beautiful honey,” he says with a smirk before leaning down to kiss your sensitive clit. The kiss causes your whole body to shake, you try to close your legs but Max holds them open, “nuh uh hermosa, let me admire you. Such a sweet good girl for me.”

Max gets up and goes down the hallway. Unsure of what to do or where he went, you get up and start getting dressed. Feeling used a bit and confused as to why he just got up and walked away, you decide to just sneak out as you pull your dress up.

Max walks back into the living room to see you up and dressed, your back to him.

“H-hey let me at least clean you up hermosa.”

Max’s soft voice making you jump as you turn around to see him standing there in boxers holding a wet washcloth.

“Oh! Oh I um oh I am so sorry. I thought you went to bed or something. And wanted me to go.” You say shyly as you look down feeling embarrassed.

“Why would I leave you? Tonight has been one of the best nights I’ve had in years. I’ve really enjoyed your company. And the sex was well it was amazing,” he says with a shy chuckle.

You smile at him realizing the little miscommunication, “I’m sorry Max I’ve been used before. I shouldn’t have just assumed you’d do the same. Tonight has been lovely. Truly. I enjoyed spending time with you.”

You walk over to him, taking his free hand in yours as you reach up on your tip toes and kiss him on the cheek.

“Maybe we can do this again?”

“I’d love that hermosa.”

You and Max smile at each other, feeling a deep, warmth inside excited for the future.

A/n: I hope this was good and you enjoyed! It was fun to write! Love you angel!! @iamasaddie ❤️❤️

#iamasaddie #merry chrysler #max lord #max lord x reader #max lord smut #dom!Max lord #pedro pascal #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal cinematic universe

[v1smokewife]

the bathroom stalls

day 27 of a very zosan centric kinktober - glory holes

Sanji hears rumours about a bathroom stall in which men have anonymous sex. He's not into men but it wouldn't hurt to check out...right?

Now before anyone even thinks about saying it, Sanji is totally still straight and doesn’t like men. He just so happens to be in a place where he can anonymously have sex with me. That’s all. Okay, well, obviously there is a lot more to it that just that. He’s in denial about the very possibility that he might like men. Which is what had brought him to this place. He has...heard from a friend that there are places were men meet up to have sex all the time anonymously. He was hesitant as he realised that as soon as he was committed to going, that was it, he would be officially attracted to men and what a horrible conclusion that would be! 

Regardless, Sanji found himself going to this place. It was inside a bar in the town. Technically, it wasn’t officially a glory hole area, but people very much knew it was. There were rumours going around that in certain men’s stalls, there were things going on that no one wanted to talk about. But the blonde made his way to the bathroom to...look. At least see what was going on. It was quite early and there was none. Sanji saw that the said stalls were empty. So, when no one was looking, he slid into one of them.  

So he found a hole between the two of them. 

To be honest, there was nothing glamorous about the set up. It was literally a bathroom stall with a hole in the middle of the two. At least he could remain anonymous but hey...a little bit more romantic. 

So, this was it...he guessed. He got in the stall and waited to see what would happen. There was the light buzz of music coming from the bar but other than that, he would hear people come into the bathroom and go to the other stalls.  

It had been ten minutes since he had gone into the stall orignally and he was considering leaving when someone came in. He listened to the footsteps as it got closer to him and then... in the stall next to him. Sanji didn’t really know what to do or say...should he make conversation or should he wait until- 

“Is someone there,” A male’s voice said before tapping the stall next to him. Sanji shuffled where he was. Nerves were getting the best of him over the fact that he was doing this of all things...with men. 

“Y-Yes...” Sanji felt his whole face go red at the realisation of what was going to happen, “I’ve never really done this before...”  

There was the sound of shuffling feet and then a tongue clicking before the man spoke about. “Hm. I was kinda hoping to get a blowjob...” 

Jesus. Sanji had never even given a blowjob before in his life and now he was going to give it to this guy who he couldn’t even see. Why did his curiousity have to have gotten the better of him? He must have been thinking about it too much because the man tapped on the wall again. 

“You have given a blowjob before, have you?” 

Sanji didn’t know why but he felt rather offended by that question. Maybe it was because the guy on the other end sounded like an asshole, regardless of whether it was true or not, “Oh yeah! Totally! I suck off about five guys a fucking week,” Clearly not feeling all that shy anymore. That just got a laugh from the other man who started to rustle about with...something. 

“ Oh yeah?” He said. Sanji couldn’t see him but he could just feel the smugness coming from the other side of the door, “You just sound like a slut then. I’ll have to put your mouth to the test then by fucking your mouth” 

Sanji looked towards the hole in the wall only to see a cock appear through it. Sanji could only stare for a few seconds. He had never actually seen another man’s dick out in the open like this and he could only stare. Whoever this man was, he was big. He was thick as well. A good shape not that Sanji had any comparasion ever but christ how would it fit into his mouth? 

“What’s wrong?” The impatient tapping of the other man at the other end of the door was back, “Hurry up,” 

“Shut the fuck up,” The sound of Sanji dropping to his knees could be heard as he was now face to face with his cock. Sanji stared for a few more seconds. Sanji tried to think back to what he liked in a blowjob thinking if he could do this. His hand wrapped around the man’s cock before he leaned forward and put his lips over the head. It felt weird...tasted even weirder but he couldn’t deny the feeling that bubbled in his stomach when he did so.  

“There you go...good boy...” He said as Sanji gradually took the head more and more into his mouth until all he could taste was him. He didn’t know if he was doing it okay...but he heard the moans from the man in the next stall, “Take my cock in a bit more...that’s it...” 

Sanji did as he was told and pushed his mouth down to take him in more which got the approving moan. He was kind of glad he wasn’t being watched because he didn’t really want someone to be watching him in such a compromising position...especially when he’d never given a blowjob before. 

Sanji began to lightly bob his head on his cock. He didn’t feel quite confident enough to even try deep throating his cock... He was too fucking big for that! No, Sanji just pulled his head back and then pushed back down. It wasn’t as weird as he originally thought it was...he actually kinda liked it. Kinda liked being the one to draw these moans out of this man. That’s why he felt more inclined to up the ante. To start bobbing his head  

“You’re going to make me cum...” Those words ran in Sanji’s head. He continued to bop his head until he heard the “fuck” being mumbled and then felt the splatter of a white substance cover his mouth.  

“Swallow” 

And Sanji did exactly that. Swallowing down the cum that was in his mouth. There was a beat of a silence between the two men in separate stalls. The rustling of pants on the other side before he heard tapping on the wall. 

“I hope I see you again...” The man sort of mumbled before opening the door and leaving without another word...leaving Sanji there sitting on the ground wondering just who was this stranger... 

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[gwilymz]

kendall x reader + giving blowjob plz !!

i’m imagining that you’re in jess’s position, an assistant to kendall for PR, meetings, emotional support, someone to agree with all his ideas. you had just started a couple months ago, and kendall was in love with you. everyone knew it, and even though your resume was chock-full of impressive internships and so much relevant experience, kendall also just liked looking at you— and he hated to admit it to himself, because it made him feel gross, dirty, like every other man he worked with.

he knew that, because every other man he worked with was very vocal with him about how they wanted you to be their “assistant” instead, convinced that you had to be more than that.

you weren’t, but you and kendall spent a lot of time together; it just came with the job. sometimes you would be on the private jet together, and when you’d inevitably fall asleep, your head would find its way onto kendall’s shoulder. and he would support it with pride, moving your hair away from your face and attempting to stay as still as possible. you often ate dinner together once a week; kendall called it a sort of weekly treat where you discussed the upcoming week— but that never happened.

so, it wasn’t odd that everyone at waystar just assumed you guys were having sex.

it was a cold january day when you arrived to work ten minutes late, apologizing profusely. kendall placed his hand between your shoulder blades, leading you into his office.

“i’m sorry ken, the subway was delayed and—“

he cut you off, draping his jacket over you. “y/n you’re freezing. don’t worry about it, i was more concerned than anything.”

“concerned, were you?” you looked up at him, you were sitting down at his desk, trying to warm up through the worn leather chair.

kendall was embarrassed, but his cock jumped when you looked up at him like that, eyes wide, cheeks flushed from the cold.

“uh—um yeah, i was.” he stumbled. “you’re very punctual.”

you smiled. “my apologies, boss. it won’t happen again.” you were joking with him; he didn’t really like when you called him that, which was odd, given his whole goal in the first place was to have that title.

“boss doesn’t want you to call him that.” kendall sat on the edge of his desk, facing you.

“or what? you’ll fire me?” you both didn’t know what you were doing, but whatever it was, it was toeing the line between professional and the beginning of a bad porno.

kendall smiled, shaking his head profusely. “never.” he brushed some dust off the collar of your shirt. “couldn’t pay me to fire you.”

“i’m not that good at my job, come on.” you rolled your eyes.

kendall shrugged. “you definitely go above and beyond your job description.”

you patted his knee; the way he was sitting had bunched his pants so they were much tighter around his thighs now. you quickly looked away once you saw his bulge.

“that’s definitely outside of your job description, y/n.”

your eyes flitted to look into his. “what is?”

“looking at my dick.”

“i didn’t do that—“

“uh huh,” he teased.

your hand moved up, testing the waters. you didn’t know why this was happening right now; you had shared so many moments before that were much more intimate, quiet, fueled with sexual energy. but maybe this was the threshold.

you looked up at him while your fingers climbed up his leg.

“technically i should report this to HR.” he leaned in. his breath smelled faintly of toothpaste and a stale cigarette.

you feigned innocence, running a finger down the fly of his pants. “is there anything i can do so you won’t”

kendall didn’t know why he said it, or what had possessed him to be so bold with the woman who technically worked under him, one who he had never even kissed, and wasn’t even supposed to.

but confidently, unwavering, he swiped his thumb across your bottom lip. “suck my cock.”

you squeezed your legs together, suddenly nervous. you never were around him, but alas, a lot had changed in the past ten minutes.

there were a few seconds of pure terror for kendall as he wondered if he was about to get slapped or get head.

but you sunk to your knees, your hand finding his hard cock. kendall quickly stood up, looking around him to make sure nobody could see. you were pretty obscured, but there were eyes everywhere at waystar—everyone knew that.

“you slut,” he groaned, gathering your hair as you pulled him out of his briefs. this was wrong, but you wanted him so bad you were beginning to salivate.

you kissed his tip, making sure to keep your eyes on kendall’s, one of your hands braced on his thigh as the other stroked his length.

kendall’s knees buckled, and he sucked in a deep breath, groaning lowly. once you took him fully in your mouth, he moaned loudly, guiding your head by your hair.

pulling his dick from your mouth, a string of spit followed suit. “shhh,” you warned.

“fuck you,” he said breathily head tilted back as you sucked him again, bobbing your head slowly.

he was in a tough spot; he wanted to look at you, to see your pretty eyes water, cheeks growing hotter, hair falling around your face. but every time he looked down at you he almost came right then and there.

but, he figured, he should probably cum soon. it wasn’t a good idea for his assistant to be sucking him off for more than 5 minutes. just a hunch of his.

“good girl,” he praised. “such a good job.”

you hummed around his cock, sucking on the head.

that was it for him as he sucked in a breath, moaning desperately for his release.

“i’m gonna cum—where—“

you pulled off of him with a pop. “wherever, boss,”

he emitted a sound between a chuckle and a moan, cumming on your tongue, his hand holding the back of your head so you were nice and still for him.

“what did i say about calling me that?” he yanked on your hair a bit.

“who are you talking to?“ roman walked in, only seeing kendall’s back; he was still leaned against his desk.

kendall raised his eyebrows, a silent warning to you.

“i didn’t say anything.” kendall quietly zipped his pants, he luckily didn’t wear a belt that day.

as roman shrugged him off, telling him about a deal he was conjuring up, kendall absentmindedly texted you, coughing to cover up the vibration of your phone.

you’re coming over tonight.

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