#and a little filthy

[whiskeynwriting]

The Rest of My Days

Agent Daddy Whiskey x Female Reader

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Word Count: 6.8k

Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI)

Alcohol, praise kink, daddy kink, slight spit kink, dry humping, unprotected vaginal sex, cumplay, body insecurity, established relationship/marriage

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A/N: This one is so sweet, it broke my heart. I love you so much, daddy. There’s Italian in here but it’s all translated for you my babies! Enjoy!

Thank you to @phnyx and @thesleepingmusicneek for beta-reading 🥹♥️ and thank you to @lucky-pascal for your amazing ideas!!

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If it were anyone else, you might’ve gone insane. The planning was overwhelming, to say the least. Gathering your important documents, making sure you had all your necessities, organizing your itinerary, it was more than you expected. But lucky for you, your husband has it handled; he was practically made for this. Trips out of the country were a rarity for you before Jack came along, and you’re currently thanking the lord he knows what he’s doing. 

“Are you sure you have everything?” You’re already walking through the airport, so if you forgot anything now, it’s too late.

“Sweetheart, I already told you I do.” It’s a leisurely pace; you’ll arrive early at your terminal. Reaching over, he gives your hand a reassuring squeeze. “Everything’s okay, babycakes. I got it all handled.” 

His calm demeanor and comforting words do wonders for you, they always do. Honestly, he’s perfect for this. Since beginning your relationship, Jack did his best to make sure you didn’t have a single worry in your pretty little head. He knew you were a strong woman, that you could take care of things yourself. But with him, you don’t have to. 

It’ll be the longest flight you’ve been on, thirteen hours; longer than the flight you had for your honeymoon. Jack’s been on longer, though, so he knows how to make it pleasant for you. Statesman has flown him damn near all over the world, and he often had free time to explore the foregin destinations, too. He saw it as a blessing. 

“Wait here, baby.” 

“Where are you going?” Reaching your terminal, you take a seat, watching Jack take the liberty of setting your bags beside you.

“Gonna get us some food.”

“I’m not that hungry, babe.”

“You’ll want a little something in your stomach,” He insists. “Just gonna get us some water and chips.” 

In places like this, it’s easy for you to get overwhelmed. You’re an introvert, and sometimes it really shows. But Jack doesn’t mind, honestly, he never has. He finds it incredibly cute. And he absolutely loves taking care of you. 

“Drink this before we take off.” As promised, he returns with water and chips, sighing as he sits next to you. 

Like the natural caretaker he is, he unscrews the top before handing it to you, opening the chips before giving those to you, too. Truly, it’s the little things with him. But when you take the items he hands to you, you witness how tired he really is. He’s been up since six am, double checking all your things and making breakfast. So, you decide to sneak in your own little bit of love.

Leaning over, you kiss his cheek, whispering, “Thank you, daddy.” 

Immediately, that puts a smile on his face, turning to grab your jaw and give you a real kiss. “Anything for you, baby.”

With Jack by your side the entire time, you don’t even know why you were so worried in the first place. When the plane took off, he held your hand, kissing the back of it, too. For a while, you shared an earbud set, watching the original Jurassic Park before you inevitably fell asleep. And when you did, he gave you the neck pillow and sleeping mask he’d packed for you. Even though you had the pillow to rest your head on, you still leaned over, snuggling up to his shoulder. He smiled, letting you wrap your arms around his bicep as you settled in. 

After so many hours, lunch is served, and Jack orders for you before waking you up. The same goes for dinner, but the smell alone stirs you from your sleep. 

“We’ll be landing soon, baby.” Jack says quietly, handing you your silverware. “About an hour or so. Make sure you have all your things, okay darlin’?”

All you can do is smile, absolutely beaming at him. “Okay, baby.” 

But when you land, all your worries come crashing back. The airport here is even busier than the one at home, and to make matters worse, you don’t even speak the common language. But of course, Jack does. 

“Dov'è il tuo ritiro bagagli?” He’s at a concierge desk, with you standing shyly behind him. The woman answers in the same language, giving him directions to you don’t know where.

“Grazie.” And there’s that charming smile; Jesus, even after ten plus hours of travel, Jack still looks stunning. (Where is your baggage claim?) (Thank you)

Striding beside him, a giddy smile on your face, you swoop in and take his hand. “It’s always so impressive,” You tell him, watching as he glances down at you with a grin. “Hearing you speak all these languages.” 

“Impressive, huh?” He asks, keeping that grin as he returns his gaze to where you’re headed. 

“Impressive and attractive.” 

Truthfully, you’re exhausted, and you still have a half hour cab ride to the hotel. But you’re also excited; you can’t wait to explore Italy. 

“What one do you like the most?” He wonders aloud, opening the trunk of the cab he’s called over. 

“Mm…” Opening the side door, you lean on it, thinking. “I don’t know. What ones do you know, again?”

“Spanish,” He begins, grunting as he lifts the bags. “Italian,” Looking up, he gives you a knowing nod. “French, Russian, Arabic, and Mandarin.” 

God damn. 

You know he learned five of them from being in the army and then joining Statesman, and he’d learned Italian for your first trip here. Yeah, definitely impressive, and undoubtedly attractive. 

“Jesus,” Rolling your eyes with a grin, you decide on, “Probably French, then Spanish. And I like Italian, too.” 

“Maybe we should visit France sometime soon.” With a tiny wink, he shuts the trunk, walking over to you. “Let’s go, sugar. Wanna get you in that hotel room.” 

And he doesn’t even mean it sexually, not yet, at least. Jack likes traveling, but because of his occupation, when you’re with him, he likes to get you to your destination as quickly as possible. He never liked having you out in the open for too long; you’re too precious to him. 

“Trenta minuti di distanza, al Hotel Hassler Roma.” Yeah, hearing him speak Italian definitely sends a shiver up your spine. (About thirty minutes away, to the Hotel Hassler Roma)

“You okay, honey?” Turning his head to the side, he eyes you, worry crossing his face. You’d grabbed his hand, giving it a squeeze.

“I really like when you speak Italian.” 

The trip itself was an amazing surprise, but Jack had intentions of sprinkling smaller ones throughout it. One of them being the hotel. He refused to tell you where you were staying, he wanted to see the look on your face when you arrived. And your reaction is very much to his liking.

“Are you serious?” 

“You like it?” That cocky grin is all over his lips; he knows you do. 

The entrance of the hotel has a wall full of greenery, with cast iron chairs and tables on either side. A white marble staircase leads up to the first level, just above the elevators. It’s a very clean, sleek design, with a fountain in the center of it all. 

“This is so pretty.” You can’t stop staring, your eyes wandering to find the dining and ball rooms. 

“Just wait ‘till you see the room, baby doll.” 

While you explore the extravagant lobby, Jack sends your bags up to the room after checking you in. He chuckles to himself, watching you roam in your child-like state. And while he’s waiting for the room key, he does the same thing, eyeing your surrounding space.

“Hey sugar, you still wanna stay in tonight?” He calls, looking to the side. There’s an area for brochures on the counter, one of them being a pamphlet for room service that he notices.

Scurrying over, you give him that famously pretty smile. “Yeah baby, let’s just relax on our first night.” 

With a happy and agreeing grin, he grabs the pamphlet, leaning over to kiss your forehead. It’s likely that there’s already one in the room, but he wants to be sure. This night should be relaxing for the two of you, and he’ll do everything he can to make it so. 

“Let’s go, sweet cheeks.” Jack then calls for you, reaching out with his hand. It only took two seconds for you to walk away, but you happily jog back over to him, taking his hand. 

“You wanna look over the menu?” Jack asks, standing beside you in the elevator. He’s already looking over it, his eyes unwavering from the foreign text. 

“I can when we get to the room.” Bouncing on your heels, you then ask, “What’s it look like?”

“You’ll find out in about two minutes.” 

It’s surprisingly cold for Italy, but it makes sense for Rome, being that it’s winter. You’re wearing something comfortable for your day of travel, a small red sweater with a pair of black leggings. Jack’s attire is rather monochromatic, a slim, charcoal colored shirt with a flannel worn over it, and dark wash jeans on the lower half of his body. As per usual, he’s wearing his boots, and that signature black cowboy hat, too. No matter where you go, he always wears it, save for half your wedding photos. At least you’ll always be able to find him in a crowd. 

“Our bags are already inside.” He tells you, leaning over to open the door. Before he does though, he looks back at you, grinning. “You ready?”

“Yes! Come on, just open it!”

He lets you go in first, his smile unwavering as he watches you take in the room. Initially, you’re surrounded by the cream-colored walls of the living area, which is decorated quite simply. To your left sits a full couch with pillows on either end, and a glass table sitting in the corner beside it. On its surface sits a miniature torchiere lamp, already lit. And a few inches in front of the couch is a coffee table, also made of glass, with two magazines and a vase of fresh flowers on its surface. In the far right corner sits a dark-wood desk, with another torchiere table lamp illuminating its surroundings. And straight ahead are a set of open double-doors, displaying the master bedroom. 

The entire space appears very modern in design, and is honestly quite refreshing. It’s a nice suite, but you wonder why Jack was so eager to show it to you. But you quickly discover his reasoning when you take a few steps further into the room. Drawing your attention to the right are the overwhelming rays of sun shining into the room. Jack watches you step towards the suite’s most attractive trait, now closing the door behind you. 

“What d’you think?” He asks, walking up to hold you from behind. Strong arms wrap around your frame, lips and stubble tickling your neck. 

Before you sits the magnificent view of Rome. The street is many floors below your balcony, and still, you’re able to witness it in its full beauty. The architecture surrounding the hotel is breath-taking, the streets much different than those back in the states. Further in the distance, you can see some of the more impressive Roman features, specifically, the colosseum. 

“Jack, this is amazing.” Turning, you face him. “How’d you find this place?” It’s not where you stayed when you visited originally.

He shrugs, grinning. “I have connections.”

Rolling your eyes, you smirk. “Of course you do.”

There’s a table with two chairs on the fairly large balcony, the furniture consisting of a dark cast-iron base. On top of the main table sits a pail of ice, holding a bottle of champagne. Beside it, there’s another vase, the flowers matching the ones inside the living room. And finally, a bowl of fresh fruit, cut and prepared for the two of you. 

“Take those inside, will you, baby?” Jack asks, kissing your cheek. “I’m gonna make sure all our bags are here.” 

Doing as he says, you retrieve your drink and snack, bringing it into the master bedroom. It’s a fairly large room, even bigger than the living portion of the suite. You find an elongated, horizontal dresser to set the items on, then turn to the left to find your husband. There’s a walk-in closet that’s currently holding your bags, and further in, you find the door to the bathroom.

“Holy shit,”

Looking over his shoulder at you, he frowns. “What?”

“This place is huge.” It’s almost like a little maze in here, walking through the closet and into the dark-marbled bathroom. There are two sinks beneath an enormous mirror, a full bath and a standing shower. There’s a window in here, too, one that shows the street view opposite to that of the balcony. 

“You wanna take a shower, baby?” Jack asks, poking his head into the room. “I’ll unpack our things while you get cozy.” 

Usually, he’d join you, and he knows he will at some point during this trip. But for now, he lets you do your thing. He doesn’t want you to worry about lifting a finger today, aside from ordering room service. He wants you to pick out the food yourself. 

After finding your toiletry bag, your shower is quick - just a refresh. You’ll wash your hair tomorrow, but for now, you remove your makeup, soap up your body, and bask in the steam. And by the time you’re done, Jack has finished unpacking your bags. 

“Why don’t you go ahead and order room service, sweet thing?” You can already tell he’s in some sort of mood, murmuring the words over your cheek as he kisses you. 

“Okay, daddy.” Turning your head to capture his lips, he moans, lifting his hand to hold your face gently. 

“I’ll be right back.” He sighs, eyes dipping to your lips. His thumb drags across it as he finishes with, “Just gonna get changed.” 

“Oh, wait!” He doesn’t even get a step away before you’re needing him again. But Jack doesn’t mind, he likes feeling needed. “What’s up, buttercup?”

“I can’t speak Italian.” You pout cutely, handing the menu back to him. You’re sure someone here speaks English, but honestly, you just want to hear him speak the language again. And by the look on his face, you think he sees through your tricks. But he appeases you, nonetheless.

“Sì, servizio in camera, per favore.” (Yes, room service, please)

You practically fawn over him, listening as he orders for you. Pointing at the menu, he recites what you’d like, along with his own preferences, too.

“Trentacinque minuti? Va bene, grazie.” (Thirty-five minutes? Alright, thank you)

“Will you teach me?” You ask once he’s hung up the phone. 

“Italian?”

“Mhm,” Nodding, you sit up on the bed, leaning over to kiss his neck, his jaw, and then his cheek. “It’s so sexy, baby.”

That dimple you love so much pokes through from the wide smile spreading on his lips. Turning, he kisses you, but just once before standing. “Sure, baby. I’ll teach you.”

Reaching out, you grab his hand, not wanting him to go just yet. You’re in a cuddly, lovey mood. “I gotta change, sweet cheeks.” Leaning down, his lips press to the back of your hand. “I’ll be right back.” 

With a sigh, you let him go, watching as he walks away. Something he does catches your eye, though - he closes the door to the walk-in once he’s inside. That is extremely odd for him. You’re married, he’s usually more than comfortable changing in front of you. But you shrug the worry away, thinking he must have another surprise for you. Concern crawls up your limbs once again, though, when ten minutes pass and he still isn’t back. 

“Baby?” You call for him, flipping through the channels on the television to entertain yourself while you wait.

“Ugh.” It’s a muffled grunt; he sounds annoyed. 

Perking up, you turn on the TV, looking to the side.”Jack?”

“God damnit!” He shouts, huffing out an aggressive and aggravated breath. 

Furrowing your brows, you immediately stand. What’s going on with him? Creeping over to the closet door, you knock gently. “Baby? Are you okay?” And when he hears your voice, he groans. 

“I’ll be out in a minute, baby doll.” He sounds tired and sad, defeated. But you don’t buy it.

“What’s wrong?” Your voice is sweet, your tone sensitive. You’re not sure what’s happening with him.

After a moment of silence, and another sigh from him, he opens the door. He’s shirtless, wearing only his boxers and a clean pair of jeans. What calls for your attention, though, is the fact that his zipper is undone, his belt hanging loose at either end. 

“You okay, babe?”

“Yeah,” He grumbles, “Just need to find another pair of pants.”

Jack’s face is red, and you’re not sure if it’s from embarrassment or anger. Probably both, if what you’re internally assuming is right. Spinning around, he goes back inside to rummage through his clothes, leaving the door open this time.

“Those ones don’t fit?” It’s a gentle prod; you want to figure out what’s wrong so you can comfort him.

“Not anymore.” Comes his disgruntled response. 

Walking up behind him, you snake your arms around his waist. And he sighs, stopping the motions of his hurried hands. 

“What's wrong, daddy?” You coo to him, resting your cheek along his sturdy back. 

“Just not as fit as I used to be, sugar peach.”

“What?” Scrunching up your face, you tilt your head, genuinely confused. “What are you talking about?”

“Honey, I look like I just won a blue ribbon at a county fair.”

This makes you bust out laughing, and it even makes a grin cross Jack’s face, too. You can see it in the side mirror when he looks up at you. 

“Jesus, you’re such a country boy.” Shaking your head, you press your smile to his back. “I hope you’re joking.”

But that’s when Jack’s smile fades. His eyes find the ground as he goes quiet, shrugging. 

“Baby, you can’t be serious. You’re so perfect…” The hands that had been resting on his upper torso now slide down. “Even your belly.”

Soft lips press to his shoulder blade, your small hum shivering over his skin. Your fingertips caress him, urging him to relax. 

“Honey, you don’t have to say that. I know I’ve gained some weight.”

“So?” The way you say it makes you sound offended, and honestly, you are. Jack isn’t just your husband, he’s a part of you. How dare he talk down to himself. “Baby, you couldn’t be sexier to me.” 

All he does is sigh again, running a hand over his face. It’s such a rarity, him feeling down about himself like this. 

“Come on,” You then decide, tugging on him gently. “Come over here with me.” 

He lets you drag him over to the bed, urging him to lay back while you crawl on top of him. Jack feels foolish, he wasn’t asking for your attention. But he’d never deny it. His too-tight jeans just doused him in self-pity. He’s been denying it for weeks, his weight gain, but now, he can’t ignore it. 

“Don’t you know how pretty you are, daddy?” Sitting up, you rest your weight on him, straddling his pelvis. Your hands then slide over his stomach, up to his chest, smoothing your palms over his taut skin. 

“Baby,” He suddenly huffs out, his voice full of emotion and genuine desperation. “I don’t want you to ever get sick of me.”

“What?” His words shock you. “Baby, why would you ever think that?”

Truly, this is something he worries about, and too much for his own sake. Your age gap has always been more than prominent in your relationship, and he always feared the day it would catch up with him.

“Sooner or later, you’re not gonna be attracted to me.” Your jaw drops, listening to him express his inner worries. “I’m older than you honey, a lot older, and I’m not always gonna be pretty.” He accentuates the last word, repeating your brief praise. 

“Jack,” You state firmly, looking into his eyes. “I promised to spend the rest of my days with you, and that’s exactly what I plan to do.” 

Tears well in Jack’s eyes, and you swear you’ve never seen him look so innocent. Leaning in, you hold his puppy-dog face in your hands, thumbs swiping across his wet cheeks. 

“Jack, I love you. I don’t see myself ever getting sick of you.” Through your gentle kiss, you feel the slight tremble of his lip, and your heart breaks for him. “How many times do I have to tell you how attractive your age is to me?” He goes to open his mouth to speak, but you don’t let him. “And not just when we met, not just now, always, baby.”

The sigh your husband takes does well to steady him, to calm the tidal wave of emotions wreaking havoc inside him. “You’re the man I’m supposed to be with, and nothing will ever change that, baby.” Lifting his left hand, you kiss his ring. “You’re my daddy, how could you ever think I wouldn’t want you?”

Your eyes then find his, sweet and soft and pretty and innocent. You’re being genuine. 

“Baby,” Reaching out, he grabs your face, bringing you into him with a tender yet hurried pace.

Leaning into his pull, you accept the press of those beautiful lips, the delectably smooth slide of them. It’s heated and firm, his breaths forced out through his nose as he holds onto you. 

“Daddy,” It’s a delicate, airy moan, one expressed while you kiss your way across his face. Over his cheek, along his jaw, and down to his neck.

Jack’s hands find your covered hips, sliding his fingers through your layers of clothing to find your skin. He wants to be close to you, wants to make love to you. In an attempt to gain control of the situation, Jack tugs on you, wanting to undress you. Lifting yourself from his torso, you do it yourself, lifting your shirt from your chest with your lips immediately returning to him. You want your dearest to relax, to let go and experience this. 

“Lay down for me, daddy. Please?” You’re asking so quietly, so sweetly. “Let me worship you…”

“Oh,” Dropping his head back on the pillow, he groans, closing his eyes alongside a thick swallow. 

With intentional movements, you make your way down, tongue sliding out occasionally to taste his sweet, warm skin. You suck a mark into his neck, and the skin surrounding his collar bone. And Jack sighs into your touch, enjoying this. Your little bites make him twitch, your nails running down his chest causing a shiver to dart across his beautiful skin. 

And while you continue to display your true attraction for him, you make sure to pay extra special attention to his softened stomach and sides. Purposefully, your mouth avoids his crotch - that’s not what he needs most right now. Right now, his biggest insecurity is calling out to you, begging for the tender love and care it so desperately needs; the same tender love and care that blossoms so freely within you. In truth, he hasn’t gained much weight, maybe ten, fifteen pounds at most. In your eyes, nothing noticeable. But it is to Jack, it’s actually a really big deal to him. So, you do what you do best - make him feel good, make him feel like a man. 

“Daddy,” You sigh softly against his skin. “Your body is so strong; you’re so handsome, baby.” 

“Honey, you’re so good to me.” He sighs, allowing you to remove his jeans. Lifting his head, he looks down at you, your attention trained entirely on his body. And once his pants are off, your palm runs over his covered crotch, stimulating his steadily rising erection. 

“I’ll buy you a new pair of jeans, daddy.” You promise him, tossing the annoyingly tight pair to the floor. “Ones that fit your wonderful body.” 

And then you slide his boxers off, finally releasing him. But before you return to him, you decide to undress yourself, too. He watches you wiggle out of your leggings and panties, dropping them to the floor before unclipping your bra. With a breathy sigh and an angelic smile, you climb over him once again, feeling the slight throb of his full erection between your legs. With your naked sex resting against him, Jack’s jaw drops, in absolute awe upon seeing your bare body. But then that wonderful mind of yours sprouts a new idea, prompting you to slide further up, settling over his belly. 

A subtle sensation, the friction from his happy trail as you slide over him. It sends a tingle through your hips, your sensitive lips already glistening for him. He’s watching you intently, those strong hands returning to your hips.

“You wanna see how attractive you are to me?” You ask, raising a flirtatious brow. Anxiously, Jack swallows, nodding. 

This is when you place your hands on his chest, ever so slightly sliding yourself forward. Your hips move over him, and he quickly finds his breath catching in his throat. 

“Oh…” He’s looking down at your naked sex dragging across his skin, damn near forgetting to blink. Thick fingers squeeze your moldable hips before he says, “How does it feel, baby?” 

“Daddy…” Already, you’re gasping, lips parting as you stare down at yourself. “It feels so good… you feel so good, daddy…”

Repeating his name, his title, makes you feel so happy and safe. For years now, this is what he’s been to you, and still, it makes you fall to your knees.

“Your tummy feels so good under me… you’re soft, and you’re so warm.” Allowing yourself to enjoy this new act, you let your head fall back, chest inhaling a deep breath. 

Each grind of your pelvis over his stomach brings you closer to your high. To your surprise, Jack’s hands leave your hips, letting them sway to the rhythm you create. Slowly, his fingers find and then intertwine with yours, your hands still resting on his chest. He’s letting you do this to him. 

“Oh, that’s it, angel.” Seeing you obsess over his body will never not shoot his confidence into the sky. “Ride me, honey, you know I love to see it. Ride your cowboy, baby.” His words make you grin, lightly shaking your head. You love when he gets cocky. There’s your daddy, there he is again. 

“Mm, daddy…” He can feel you pulsing and clenching, and fuck, he wishes he was inside you. 

Surprisingly, this is something he’s never done before. Jack’s never met a woman as generous with her love as you. No one has ever worshiped him the way you do. 

It’s that exact generous amount of adoration and devotion that makes him become vocal beneath you, small grunts and groans emanating from his mouth. The more you move, the more your breasts sway above him, forcing out those beautifully enticing moans. His fingers release yours and rise to cup your tits, watching and now feeling them sway and bounce with each of your movements. 

“Oh, good god.” Your husband’s reactions to your body have only gotten better over the years. He makes you feel like you were sculpted by gods. 

“You like this?” He asks in the gorgeous southern accent, eyes watching his hands as they knead your plump chest. But before you can even answer, he’s talking again, rambling in his euphoric state from the incredible amount of love you give. 

“Bellissima…” It must be the city, the romance of it all getting to his head. 

“What?” Glancing down, your mouth parted and breathing heavy, you question him, “What did you say, baby?”

Grinning, he sighs, remembering what you’d said. “You want to learn Italian, baby doll?”

This nearly takes your breath away, a bright grin growing on your face. When you nod, he lifts his hand, cupping your cheek. Stroking your jaw, he repeats quietly, “Bellissima.” 

“B… Beautiful.” 

“That’s right, baby.’ 

“You’re beautiful, baby.” He confirms, his dominant hand dropping to your hip again, his left staying to play with your tits. “Such a beautiful thing…”

“I love you,” Tender emotions fill your heart. Jack has done everything for you, he’s the absolute man of your dreams. To see him down is to bring you down. 

“Ti amo,” He tells you, seeing the glimmer in your eyes once you understand the meaning. 

“Ti amo,” You repeat, whispering, “I love every part of you, baby.” 

“Daddy loves you too, baby, he always does. Always will.” That’s when his hand drops, covering your own and sliding his fingers over your elegant ring. “My girl… mia ragazza.” Bringing the stunning piece of jewelry to his lips, he kisses it. “My beautiful girl.”

It’s almost embarrassing, how quickly you’re rutting over him, grinding your pelvis into the softness of his stomach. He’s incredibly warm and smooth, and still slightly toned, too. The trial of hairs beneath his navel are slick from you, your wet sex continuously rubbing over him. And to your surprise, you’re already starting to feel those blissful waves, that euphoric sensation radiating through your hips. 

“Amore mio,” He continues, “My love, that’s what you are, baby.”

“D-Daddy,” You’re stuttering, but you’re smiling, “Ti amo.”

This makes him grin widely, you’re such a good listener. In a hushed tone, he praises, “Good girl.” 

“Daddy, I’m c-close,” Gasping, you repeat in a whisper, “I’m so close, daddy.” 

Fingers scratching his chest, he groans, reaching behind you to grab himself in hand. He runs the pad of his thumb over his tip, shivering beneath you. 

“Cum for me, baby, you sweet fuckin’ thing.” He’s growling, baring his teeth briefly as both hands return to you. Cementing to your hips, they aid in your quick movements, encouraging your bliss. “Come on, cum all over your daddy.” 

He’s enamored with you, absolutely, truly, and wholeheartedly in love with you. “Mia bella ragazza…”

“My…” You’re trying to focus, trying to listen to him and connect the dots. But it’s hard when he’s shoving the entirety of his erection into your center. “My beautiful… girl.” 

With a wide grin, he sighs. “That’s right.” 

Your little bundle of nerves is red and throbbing, the stimulation an incredibly sweet sensation. It feels like your insides are burning, like your lower stomach and pelvis have been engulfed in erotic flames. 

“C’mon then, sugar.” He says cockily, almost out of breath. “You gonna cum?”

“Yes.”

“Sì,” He corrects you, and you repeat it. “Sì, daddy…”

“Do it for me,” Comes in next command. “Show me how much you love me.” 

He’s panting below you, his tip leaking against his lower stomach. He’s throbbing, too, twitching and red behind you. You’re so wet that it’s covering the insides of your thighs, making the skin of his stomach and pelvis damp. Seeing you get off like this is making his head fucking spin, he can’t take it. 

Lifting his feet, Jack plants the soles of them on the bed, waiting for your high to arrive. And when it does, it’s powerful, your beautiful chest sucking in deep and desperate breaths, your nails digging into his chest as you begin to shake. He reaches out, holding onto your forearms as you ride through it, hips rolling dramatically over his stomach. 

“Fuck, just like that, babycakes.” He groans, watching your body move with a wild sensation of pleasure. “Jesus, you’re so beautiful when you cum.” 

And then, all at once, you’re pushed forward, your husband’s legs moving you further up onto his chest. The motion exposes your throbbing sex, Jack’s tip already prodding at its entrance. 

“Baby,” He coos, running his nose along your cheek. “Amore mio…” Your face is next to him, both of your hands clinging to his neck. Now, he’s fully returned to that confident, dominant state. “Let daddy slide inside.” 

“Yes, daddy.” Comes your immediate nod. Closing your eyes, you sigh deeply. “Sì,  please.”

“Per favore,” He says, heavy breaths full of lust and passion. “Say it.”

“Sì, per favore.” 

In a single motion, Jack’s erection is sheathed inside, already hitting you deep. You’re still sensitive and pulsing from the aftershocks of your high, his sudden and complete entry making you cry out into his neck. 

“Daddy, fuck…”

“I’ve got you, baby doll.” Squeezing you tightly is the secure hold of Jack’s strong arms, both wrapping around your pliant form. “Daddy’s got you.” 

“Ti amo,” With a passionate moan, you lift yourself, lips finding the smooth and plush skin of his own. “Daddy, I love you.”

“Oh, so good, baby. Such a good girl, listening so well for me…” 

He’s overwhelmed; he didn’t expect this reaction from you. He knows you love him, more than anything, more than life itself, but he didn’t expect you to do all of this for him upon discovering his insecurity. How lucky is he, to have a woman as wonderful as you so completely devoted to him? 

His thrusts are powerful yet fluid, a trait he’s had since the start. And you’re already moving with him, swaying that heavily above him. Your hips move gracefully, re-connecting with him only seconds after you’ve been lifted. 

The only thing that pulls you out of your lustful delight is the retraction of his arm from your body. Sliding his dominant hand down, he continues to thrust up into you, only now more slowly. Glancing down, you watch as he swipes his fingers through the sticky puddle on his lower half, the cum you left on his belly and your wetness leaking down his length. When his fingertips glide through the liquid, he lifts them to his mouth, opening immediately to suck on them sweetly. He’s always been a curious man, even though your taste never seems to surprise him. He’s savoring it, relishing in your tangy sweetness. 

“Oh, baby girl,” His voice is thick and heavy, eyes staring at the string of saliva hanging between his lips and fingers. “Here…” Looking down again, he gathers more of your arousal on his fingerstips, watching it drip onto his hand. “Daddy wants you to have a taste.”

“Daddy.” Excitedly, obediently, you lean closer to him, opening your mouth. 

Expectantly, he lifts his fingers to you, his lips parted as he watches you take them in. He rubs the pad of his wet digits down onto your tongue, and not only can you taste yourself, but you can also taste him, the sensation of your lover mixed with that of your slick. 

Quietly, he tuts. “Be a good girl for me, baby.” Giving you a single nod, he says, “Succhiare.”

It’s a soft command, but a command nonetheless. And you don’t need to be fluent to know what it means. The confidence you’ve built up for him has gone straight to his head, and if you’re being honest, you absolutely love it. 

Jack’s brown eyes shimmer with enrapturement as he feels your tongue and cheeks massage and suckle his fingertips, his pupils blown wide and black with lust. He sees your sincere love and desire to please him; you flatter him. There’s nothing you could do to make him want you more. 

“That’s my girl…” Jack praises, watching you release his fingers to lick the trail dripping down his palm. Slowly, he pulls his hand away from your mouth, returning his fingers to his own. 

And all you can do is sigh, watching him enjoy the taste of his spit-soaked digits. He then brings his hand to your jaw, pulling you down to him. Your cunt continues to throb from his hefty intrusion, the thickness of him entirely sheathed inside. The point he brings you to is incredible, your level of arousal honestly dizzying at this point. 

Inches away from your lover’s face, you can see his features perfectly. His smooth skin, the barely-there stubble along his jawline and chin. The dark mustache he’s had since the day you met, the hooked curve to his nose that you’ve adored since you laid eyes on him. Those beautifully plush lips, those dark eyes and the creases growing beside them. He’s so handsome, so beautiful to you, and you swear the shape of your pupils will turn into hearts if you stare for any longer at him. 

“Daddy,” It comes out soft and dainty, needy. “You’re so handsome.” You coo to him, completely drunk on your husband’s love. 

He moans, throbbing inside you; he loves to hear your compliments. It makes him giddy inside, knowing that you adore him as much as he does you. 

“Bello,” Is all he says, watching your pretty lips repeat it. “Bello.”

On his lips forms a small grin, tilting your chin down before capturing your lips in a soft yet passionate kiss. Jack’s mouth doesn’t leave as he begins thrusting up inside you again, every stroke strategically slow and calculated, teasingly building you up again. 

“Jesus,” He spits out, dominant hand rising to the back of your head. “You love me, don’t you, babycakes? You love your daddy?” 

“Yes.” You’re too pent up to search your brain for the right words to speak. You can barely think coherently in English right now, let alone Italian. 

“You’d do anything for him?” 

“Yes, baby, anything. You know that.” 

“Oh sweetheart, let daddy cum inside.”

“Please, baby. Always.” It’s not even a full sentence - it’s so obvious, the hold he has on you. 

“Fuck me… daddy’s gonna cum, babycakes, he’s gonna cum in this tight little hole, okay?” You’re nodding, shoving your face into the crook of his neck as he repeatedly shoves his hips up against your ass. “Fuck, I wish I could watch you lick it out. How about i finger-fuck it out after I’m done, huh? I know my baby loves playing with her daddy’s cum.”

“Oh my go-od,” 

Wrapping his arms around you once again, he keeps you place, holding you against him. Resting against his flushed chest, you cry out wantonly for him, for Jack, for your husband. 

“Fuck!” Tossing his head back, his hips punch up into you, his pulsing erection throbbing against your fleshy inner channel. 

It happens forcefully, his high crashing into his body. His muscles tense beneath and around your supple form, clinging to you as he empties himself inside. It’s unbearable, the feeling of you squeezing so tightly around him, the erotic sensation flowing through him. Dropping his mouth open, he groans, grunting slightly. Rolling his hips upwards drags it out, the lingering euphoria making him sigh. 

“H-Honey,” He chokes out, gasping as he calls for you. 

“I’m here, daddy.” Nuzzling into his neck, you grind your hips down onto him, feeling the muscles in his stomach and legs twitch. 

Holding the back of your head, he turns to the side, kissing your cheek firmly. “Baby.”

Unfortunately, your intimate moment is cut short by a few rapid knocks to your door. 

“Servizio in camera!”

Sighing heavily, Jack then groans, the vibrations rolling against you. “Let me get this, honey.” Kissing your cheek again, his hands fall to your hips, gently moving you. 

Lifting your hips up, he slowly slides out, plopping down onto his lower belly. A few drops of his cum slip out from between your legs before you’re moving to the side, laying down on the bed. Before he stands, he glances down at the mess on his stomach, resisting the urge to taste it again. He knows the combination of your arousal is always so sweet. 

Grabbing one of the white towels from the walk-in closet, Jack wraps it around his body, securing it at his waist. When he strides into the living space, he turns, closing the double-doors to shield you. Listening closely, you hear him open the main door to your suite, allowing the man in. The cart can be heard, and so can your husband’s baritone voice as he tells him where to put everything. 

“Posso aiutare con qualcos'altro, signore?” (Can I help with anything else, sir?)

“Sì,” You know that word, at least. “Lenzuola di ricambio?” (Yes, spare bed sheets?)

A few more moments of conversation and Jack is back in your shared room, smiling at you. The smell of your food prompts you to sit up, releasing an excited breath. But he doesn’t bring the cart in.

“Are we eating out there?” You ask, moving to stand. But then he approaches the end of the bed, stalking towards you. “I don’t know where you think you’re goin’.” Leaning forward, he grabs your jaw, forcing you to look up at him. “I’m not done with you yet.”

#this was so lovey #and got so sexy #and a little filthy #just how things should be #I love you daddy #daddy whiskey #agent daddy whiskey #daddycember #daddycember 22 #daddycember 2022 #agent whiskey #agent whiskey x you #agent whiskey x reader #agent whiskey x female reader

[punkitt-is-here]

rainbow dash gets a temp job at the post office

#mlp #mlp:fim #rainbow dash #my little pony #derpy hooves #ditzy doo #filthy rich #horsecomix #my art #my posts

[schermit]

Anyone else feel like you and a few other new redditors became mutuals and we’re all just reblogging tumblr history and shit like some sort of fucked up shitpost study group so we don’t look like wild animals in front of everybody except you find out they kind of like it if you’re a wild animal

#I kind of like it too #reddit #196 #reddit blackout #reddit migration #reddit refugee #observe me in my little bug jar you filthy scientists #/affectionate

[pcholkachai]

powas from today + half a year ago (i don't think i posted her b4??)

this version is so cute tho?! my wips do have more energy than finished drawings...

#chainsaw man #csm #power csm #csm power #power hayakawa #luv her <3 #my little stinky filthy greasy girlfailure

[kingzombear]

Can you draw @grrrechka detective Pomni interrogating inmate Ragatha plsssssss 🙏

*shakes this like a box of treats* heeere toxic yuri enjoyers psspsspsspss

(@grrrechka ur brain is HUGE I hope u like it teehee)

#yuri is my weakness but TOXIC YURI???? #The Star ep of fionna and cake where pb and marcy just FIGHT 🤤 #so take this ya filthy little sapphics <3 #tadc #tadc au #ragapom #ragapom au #jesterdoll #buttonblossom #tadc pomni #tadc ragatha #circus yuri #doomed circus yuri #bear king draws #bear king speaks

[saber-dart]

Coming over from Reddit trying to be like:

But coming off more like:

#I just want to fit in #tumbler 101? help me pls #reddit migration #reddit blackout #reddit refugee #196 #observe me in my little bug jar you filthy scientists

[cozylittleartblog]

you guys know the 1920s and 30s existed before v*vziepop right

#what if i kill you right now #vivz get your FILTHy fucking mits off my decades #not art #anyway james would kill that overpowered annoying deer twink in like three seconds #james is literally older than the pilot get off my dick #im being a little hater lately but also just like the minecraft boy fans you guys are annoying sorry not sorry #hiding the name for their dignity still but oh my god fuck around find out. not everything is about your show #a lot of people have historical ocs bECAUSE THE EARLY 20TH CENTURY IS COOL ON ITS OWN GOD DAMN IT #GO WATCH A FRED ASTAIRE FILM AND EDUCATE YOURSELF #anyway tldr dont assume peoples ocs are fan characters unless they're tagged that way. and i sure as shit didnt tag him with any fandoms

[shhh-secret-time]

rahhhh i’m such a fan of your writing omg and I never request stuff so i’m very nervous to send this but can I Pretty Please ask for something w kyle who’s usually more of a sub being asked to like Go Crazy Dom and at first he’s nervous but then like completely gets into it and wrecks reader’s shit please…. thank u for yr service🙏🏼

Oh lovelies you never need to be nervous when sending requests, I know it can be intimidating but believe me I say this truly makes my day!

That being said, I hope you don't mind that I've combo the request with someone else's! I'm getting a lot of Kyle and I wanna make sure everyone gets a little of what they want! And there is filth ahead so get your bibles ready. Sinners the lot of you.

Me too

Warning: NSFW, Slight choking, Dom!Kyle, Sub!Reader, Breeding Kink, Oral, Strong Language

Pairing: Kyle x Fem!Reader

Notes: Shout out to the roommate who talked me through making a Danish so I didn't have to google it lmao.

The smell of brown sugar and cinnamon filled the air swirling around in your small kitchen. The morning light peeks through the curtains of the circular window in front of the sink, you smile at the view of lilac and orange seemed to blend. You've read things online where people compared the morning sky to painting where the paint seemed to just melt together, and it seemed like one of those days. If you were better with a camera, you'd take a picture just to share it. That and the fact that you had a pair of arms wrapped around your waist and a very sleepy curly red-haired man nuzzling into your shoulder.

Your husband Kyle was never a morning person, for all his perfections and his strict schedule keeping, when the morning sun would greet him, he'd return the greeting with a groan and a feeble attempt to hide. You were trying to revive the poor man by making a pot of coffee, the warm brown liquid was the only thing that brought him back to the land of the living. The man ran off of coffee, you were sure the Tweeks owed half their business to him. With the coffee pot humming its little tune and the smell of ingredients laid out across the counter this morning just seemed perfect. Now if only your husband didn't have to leave and go to work if he could just stay with you and keep you warm.

The crisp morning air seeped into the house and sure you could change out of the basketball shorts you stole from him, and the large T-shirt you stole from him, oh the fluffy socks you stole from him but then you wouldn't smell like him. Because he would be leaving after he got through with his morning routine, and you'd be alone in this cold little house.

"What's with the face baby?" His voice broke you out of your little pout, the sleepy gravel laced in each word sent a shiver down your spine.

"What face? I'm making apple and brown sugar Danishes..." You say with a little smile on your face knowing full well he was going to keep bugging you about this.

"Hm... that’s why you had your lip poked out. And your brows were doing that thing." How did he know? He still had his face buried in you, now pushed into the crook of your neck.

You only hum in response as you focus on the apple in your hands, the knife gliding across the skin of the ruby red fruit. He knew better than to mess with you while you were handling dangerous kitchen tools, so he waited until you finished. Once you finished slicing the apples you gently placed them into the lemon water mixture, it would keep the apples fresh while you worked on the rest of the pastry. Next your hands find the mixing tool and begin to pull together nutmeg, brown sugar, butter, salt, and finally the cinnamon. Because you didn't have a lot of time in the mornings, knowing your husband had little time, you prepared the flour before he even stirred.

"You can't ignore me forever; I'm just going to keep bugging you until you tell me why you made such an adorable face." Kyle reminds you that he's still latched onto you by placing a lazy kiss on your neck, his lips trailing down towards your shoulder touching any skin that's exposed by the baggy shirt.

Every little kiss pulled you further and further away from your mixing, you couldn't help but melt under his affection. That didn't stop you from trying. You try squirming away from his lips, pushing your cheek against his face to nudge it out of the way.

"Baby, I'm trying to make you breakfast. Do you want to go to work hungry?"

"Hmm no, but if it means getting you to talk then I can suffer a little." He responds by tugging you back against him pulling you away from the bowl, the only shield against his wondering lips.

Kyle turns you around and lifts you up so you're facing him, using the counter so that you can look him in the eye. He's lucky you already put the ingredients you needed in the bowl, it didn't matter how pretty he looked with his messy bedhead and his soft green eyes, if he ruined your work, he'd get more than a pout. You expect him to move his hands from under your thighs, but he doesn't, instead he slots himself in between your legs and keeps the warmth of his palm on your exposed skin.

"No where to run now, come on love talk to me."

You look away for a moment, the heat from his hands was almost as warm as the blush on your face. "I- was just thinking about how lonely it is sometimes when you leave for work. I miss you..." You finally cave, how can you not under his gaze especially when it softens as you speak.

Kyle lets out a soft 'oh' that seems to drag out along with a sigh. He places a soft kiss on your cheek, one of his hands leaves your thigh and cups the side of your face his lips aren't on. "I'm sorry, you know getting out of bed is one of the hardest things I do every morning. I want nothing more than to stay wrapped up in the blankets with you."

This is why you didn't want to say anything, it was a selfish feeling. He was the one going out to provide for you both, he was the one who had to leave the house while he insisted that you stayed home to relax. When you first married Kyle, it was one of the first things he expressed he wanted, the need to take care of you and pamper you. It was a dream at first, having all that time to yourself and your hobbies and the only thing you needed to focus on was keeping the house clean.

Kyle pulls your face towards him, his index finger hooking under your chin to guide you back to him. His face drops to a frown when he sees the look on your face, his eyes studying you carefully.

"Hey, why don't we go out tonight? We can get some dinner and maybe catch a movie?" He's trying and it's so sweet, the way he doesn't seem to even mind your selfishness.

"That sounds nice. I'm sorry Kyle." You smile at him giving him a little kiss on the nose.

"Why are you sorry? You didn't do anything wrong."

"It's just-...you're the one that has to work and I'm being, I dunno clingy?"

"Baby you're not clingy. Honestly, I love that you want me here. I want to be here." If he wasn't already smiling at the way you kissed his nose, he definitely has a love filled grin now.

"I know and it makes me feel bad for telling you. Like, it's probably already hard enough for you to go to work."

Kyle goes quiet for a only a moment before shaking his head, the red curls bouncing from side to side as he does. He sighs softly and looks at you with heavy lidded eyes. The love in his smile matches the soft greens of his eyes.

"You're so sweet. Such a wonderful wife, you know that? I can't believe I'm this lucky to have married someone so considerate." Between his barrage of compliments and the way he peppers your face with so many soft kisses you can't argue back. "You're not making my life harder by wanting me to stay, I'm not burdened by you, I promise. Have I ever been the kind of guy to keep that kind of thing quiet?"

No. If Kyle Broflovski felt strongly about something you would hear it. It was honestly one of your favorite things about him, you never had to guess how he felt or if he wasn't upset and was too afraid to tell you. There were moments where he needed time to sort out his feelings or he'd explode, and he swore he'd never do that to you. Not you, not the person he bound his life to.

"There's more to this isn't there? Come on love, what is it?" Kyle Broflovski was also very good at reading you, turns out.

You pressed your lips together as your hands worked up towards his hair, carding your fingers through his fiery red curls. He hummed in delight at the way your fingers felt against his scalp, if you didn't want to risk ruining the moment, you'd compare him to a cat.

One should feel honored that Kyle would even allow them to see his hair when he was a kid, now here you were touching it and even massaging his scalp. You swore if you had enough time, you'd have him purring in your hands.

"I was just thinking about a way to not make the house so lonely."

"You want me to see if I can't start working from home? It'll be a little difficult, but I can-"

"No, no. I mean that would be awesome but no. I mean like...what if we had a little us running around? You know?" You whisper letting your voice drop as if someone could be listening in on your conversation.

Kyle's eyes widen and you watch his face turn a bright red, the freckles on his face pop against his skin. You've never seen him react like that, even before you were married in those early dating stages. Sure, there were times where he got nervous, times where he felt his heart speed up when he looked at you, times where he was puddy in your hands and you could pull a side of him that he'd never show anyone else.

In the bedroom it was you who took the lead. Maybe it was because Kyle was so busy being "dominate" in other parts of your relationship that when it was time for love making, he just wanted to let someone else have control. Being able to shut his mind off and just focus on the wonderful feeling you gave him was what heaven felt like, he was sure. And he was just lucky you liked the role, that you took to it so easily. There was no shame in his eyes, he just wanted to keep what you both did between you two. The world didn't need to know what went on behind closed doors. But the way he looked at you told a different story.

"You...want a baby? My baby?" His voice matches your level, but his voice seems to dip lower than his usual sleepy voice.

"Who else? I know we haven't really talked about it, but I think we're in a good spot and we'd make really good parents."

When Kyle doesn't respond you squirm a little on the counter, shifting in his hold that seemed to tighten around your thigh. You watched as he took a deep breath, and his eyes fluttered shut. Then he grabbed his phone and began tapping away against the screen. You went to move so you could give him the privacy he needed as your eyes caught the little text bubbles being sent. You tried your hardest not to read what he was texting but his hand on your thigh squeezed around the soft flesh, a silent warning to keep still. The way his jaw shifts and the veins in his arms poke out makes you tilt your head in confusion.

"I called off." His voice breaking the silence makes you jolt, that and the way he tosses his phone to the side.

"What?! Why!? I don't want to be the reason you're staying home." You try to protest further but you're cut off by the way his lips slam into yours.

"I've got plenty of sick days I never use. You're sitting here in my clothes talking about wanting my baby. And god damn it I didn't even want to go in today anyway." He growls in between the kisses, emphasizing each word.

"I always wear your clothes though! I don't see-... Kyle did asking for a baby get you worked up?" You ask pulling him back from your lips by his hair, he usually likes when you tug on the roots.

He lets out a small moan, but it's cut off by another growl, he grabs your hands holding your smaller wrists in his one hand. Pinning them above your head against the cabinets behind you makes you gasp, and your eyes widen. This was a new side to him that had your core pulsing with desire.

He didn't need to answer, you got it from that alone, but he did. "You have no idea how long I've been thinking about wanting to fill you up. How bad I wanna cum in you until there's no question that you're pregnant."

You shutter and whimper at the way he speaks to you, his dirty talk working its magic. As the years went on, he worked on trying to keep it out of his vocabulary, but in moments like this where he gets worked up it would slip out.

But it never came out like this, you never realized how much you liked Kyle like this. You never saw the looks he would give you when you were so busy taking care of Ike. The way his eyes would linger with a dark hunger behind them as you took care of his baby brother like it was second nature. Thoughts of your own kids grabbing at your hip and hugging your leg, a baby in your arms and another one in his. How jealous he was that Stan told him one night that he was trying with his partner for kids. How Kenny already had one with another one the way. Kyle wanted his kids to grow up with theirs, maybe they'd be best friends like they were.

More importantly he wanted to see you pregnant, the need to take care of you was ingrained so deeply that he wanted this. Needed this. His cock was aching already over the fact that you brought it up and he didn't have to. You came to him wanting a baby and fuck he was going to give you one. Especially if you kept whimpering and pressing your body against his like that.

"Who's getting worked up now? Do you like that idea? C'mon talk to me Mama." Oh, the way he called you that was dangerous, his hot breath ghosting over your exposed collarbone.

"I-I-" You can't get it out, the way your head is spinning and the way his lips are working, making his mark on your skin. You yelp when his teeth sink in and his grip on your wrists tightens. "I do! I-I want you!"

He seemed to like that, liked the way you beg for him so easily. You feel him smirk into your skin and his free hand push up your shirt. His fingertips glide across your skin finding your breasts, there he gives your nipple a sharp pinch, rolling the nub between his index finger and this thumb. "You sound so pretty like this; I should have done this forever ago.... I'm gonna let your hands go so I can get this shirt off you. You keep them there." Kyle wasn't asking, not the way he clicked his tongue and rolled your nipple.

You cry out and nod, barely able to verbally respond, the pain was intoxicated something you didn't even know you liked. If this was how he was acting from just talking about putting a baby in you, you couldn't wait until he was actually fucking you. For now, you'd play his game, keep your hands above your head so he can slip the faded T-shirt off you.

"I never get tired of this." Next comes your shorts, he unties the strings keeping the baggy basketball shorts up and around your waist. His hands working on pulling them down until they pool beneath his feet, kicking them to the side. "I can't believe you thought for a second I would be upset with you for wanting me to stay home. Fuck, I'm glad you said something. Guess I don't have to worry about going to work hungry hm?" He returns to your neck, but he doesn't stay for long, he kisses a heated trail down to your breasts.

There his lips latch onto your hardening buds. His tongue swirls around the pink flesh hungrily sucking until they're red and sore. Each little cry and moan you let out only encourages him to give the other side the same attention. All the while his hands work on opening your legs to him.

His attention is pulled away when he feels your soaked cunt. Expecting to find your panties, he growls and looks down at you. You don't know how he went from looking you in the eye, to almost hovering over you with such a dangerous look. How he made you feel so small like you were prey.

"Was this a part of your plan? Make those adorable pouting faces and get me to fuck you on the kitchen counter? Wear nothing under my clothes so I can dive right into that delicious looking pussy?" You moan and throw your head back, not just from how filthy he spoke but from how he bit the inside of your thigh.

Teeth marks marking up and down your plump perfect thighs, they were perfect to him. Perfect in the way they felt under his teeth, perfect in the way they filled his hand, perfect in the way you tasted. All of you was perfect.

"Oh fuck~" You're nearly cut off by another gasp as his nips turn to kisses against your slit.

"Keep moaning like that, it goes so well with my breakfast." The way his tongue slipped through the lips of your cunt against your bud made your gasp turn to moans.

Kyle devoured you like you were his last meal, his tongue swirls around your nub like he had your breasts. You couldn't help as your hips rolled against his tongue chasing pleasure with greed, but he stops you with a firm hold on your thighs. His teeth graze your bud as a warning, a silent demand for you to sit still, but if the way he spoke and pinned you down was anything to go off of; you needed to keep pushing. So, you pushed against his hold again, squirming against his mouth.

When Kyle pulls back and clicks his tongue, it isn't until you see the look in his eyes that you know you're in trouble. "I kept my hands up like you told me to...w-what is it?"

"You know what. I'm trying to eat my meal in peace and you're making it very hard. Quit being a brat."

"But I was just-"

Kyle cuts you off again, but not with his lips or his own words, but from his hands wrapped around your throat. The tips of his fingers applied a healthy amount of pressure to cut off just enough air to make your head spin. His eyes narrow down at you as he forces your head up.

"You were just...what? Arguing with me? No, I think you were going to say, I'm sorry I won't move my hips again. I'll keep still so you can eat."

He waits. Waits for you to nod before letting your throat go, then he waits another second looking at you expectedly. As you gasp for air your tongue traces your bottom lip. "I... I’m sorry and I'll keep still so you can eat."

"Good girl."

Oh. Oh. Maybe you were more of a switch than you thought. Maybe it was just the way he said that with that delicious purr. At this moment you didn't really care to put a label on it, you were just burning from the praise. Not like you had a lot of time to think about it anyway, not when he knelt back down and started eating you out. His lips latched onto the sensitive nub pulling a moan from you as he sucked, his tongue flicks over it again and again. He's attentive to every sound you make from the way your muscles flex and bounce under his touch. All but humming when your yell for God or his name.

Throwing your head back, you swore you were seeing stars when he shook his head back and forth. The friction had you clenching around nothing and your nails digging into the wooden cabinets behind you.

"Kyle baby, I'm gonna cum. Please let me cum. I-I've been good I did what you told me!"

When he doesn't say anything, you have to fight the urge to grab him by the head and force him to look up at you. Slowly he looks up at you and the little flicker of fire behind them tells you all you need. It takes everything in your power not to close your eyes as you cum around his tongue, even more so when his tongue begins to greedily lap it up. You mewl and squirm trying to pull away from him, but he won't let you, won't let you move from his hold. Nothing you could have baked for him would taste as perfect as you do.

"So sweet~. Hmm always taking care of me." Kyle rubs his lips against your thighs again, wiping the slick off his jaw.

As he stands back up, he can't help but admire his work. The way your skin is marked with his teeth marks, the purple bruises on your thighs shaped like his hand, and now the way your face is flushed a dark red as you try to catch your breath. You can't quite read what's going on in his head, but he's got that look like he's thinking about something. The way his brows knit together and his eyes flicker from you to around the room.

Then he hums, picks you up and carries you over to the kitchen table. You shiver when the cool wood hits your back but it's a distant complaint as he hovers over you. Somewhere between the counter and the table he's slipped off his plaid bottoms and his boxers. Discarded somewhere with your clothes, you click back into reality as he pulls his shirt over his head. Most of his freckles are covering his shoulders, dusting across the pale skin and down his back. He raises a brow at you when he catches you admiring just how handsome he really is. It's only morning and he's already got you so dazed and worked up.

"Got something to say Mama?"

Fuck you were really beginning to like that, "just thinking about how incredibly lucky I am. We're gonna make some really pretty babies."

He smirks at you, the kind that would have made you fall to your knees if you weren't laying on the table. "Yeah? I was just thinking the same thing. How fucking beautiful you are. How pretty you're gonna look when I finally paint your insides."

You cover your mouth to stop the moan from slipping out of your mouth, but once again he stops you and pins your hands by your side. "No. Let me hear you. I need to hear you begging for my cock. Beg me to fill you up."

It takes a few teasing glides of his cock over you folds and a few more growls before you finally cave. The way the words roll of your tongue is like sin. "Please Kyle, I want you to fuck a baby into me. I want it so bad; it has to be you. Only you!"

"Fuck!" His own resolve crumbles just as the tip of his cock slips back down to your begging hole.

This isn't the first time you've felt him without a condom but this time it felt so different. Knowing he wasn't going to pull out this time was exciting, the fact that he could just let go and take you however he wanted. To claim you with his cum. You're so caught up in your own thoughts you don't even feel the way he puts your legs up on his shoulders, or his curls brushing against your face. It isn't until he finally sheathes himself into you that you snap out of it. You moan next to his ear when he bottoms out in you, the way your thighs burn feels so good.

"Your cunt's choking me, trying to milk me already baby? Don't worry I'll give you every last drop." Kyle lulls his head to the side as he begins lazily rocking into you.

You're almost folded in half from the way he has you under him, knees pushed back towards your shoulders. Kyle's got your hands still pinned by the side of your head; fingers intertwined with yours. Normally his eyes would flutter shut, he'd give into the sensation of his cock nudging into your walls, but this time he keeps them open. Like he is trying to memorize every time your lips form that cute little 'o' and a moan comes spilling out. The way your moans pitch up when he hits that delicious spot. The way you pant and beg for him to go faster.

That's when he shifts, the loving hold and lazy thrusts turn to fast paced fucking. Love making is always there, you never doubt that, but the way he's got his hands around your waist pulling you back onto his cock feels so raw. He slams into you with a newfound force neither of you knew he could muster. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, stars dancing across your vision. He rewards you with his own moans and grunts, the further his cock head pushes past your walls the faster he brings you to climax. Now that your hands are free from his strong grip, you place them on his forearm’s nails digging into his flesh. He hisses but it only seems to push him further.

"Come on baby. Cum around my cock. Yeah, just like that. Just like that!"

You arch your back and give him all you have. Your walls finally grip his cock as you reach your peak. Between your heart beating in your ears and the way he slams back into you, it's almost too much. Kyle finds a way to keep you on the line without pushing you too far. You feel the way his hips begin to stutter, and his moans become ragged. You know he's close.

"Yeah. Fuck you feel so good, I'm gonna- gotta fill you up. Take it!" He groans and then you feel his hot seed against your walls. Pushing up into your cunt, he plugs your hole with a final slam of his hips.

You and your husband lay there against one another, panting heavily until your breathing slows down to match one another. You can feel his lips pressed against your neck and his eyelashes tickle your skin. When you move your hands to his hair again, he knows you're okay, he presses a few short kisses onto your soft lips. Kyle feels you smile against his lips, and he doesn't even bother stopping the lazy one that comes across his.

"Never seen that side of you. I like it." You purr finally able to talk now that you've slowed down.

"Hm, keep that in mind when we do this again."

"Again?"

"Oh baby, we've got all day. It's Friday. I'm going to treat you to dinner like I promised. After that I'll take you upstairs and we're going to do this again. And again. Aaaaaand again. I'll keep my cock plugged in you like this and we'll go to sleep." His fingers push back into your hair, pushing it out of your sweaty face.

"J-Jesus Kyle." You shutter under his touch, unable to stop the way your walls flutter around him again. You can feel his cock bob in response, and when he slides his hardened member out slowly; you feel every little vein like he wants you to memorize it.

"Gotta make sure you're pregnant. My perfect, beautiful, wonderful wife deserves to be a mama. And what kind of husband would I be if I didn't give her exactly what she wants?" Kyle smirks down at you with newfound energy.

It was going to be a long morning, maybe you could convince him to let you finish making those pastries but you had a feeling that would be a battle. Especially since he's already started thrusting back into you. Maybe a few more rounds wouldn't hurt, you could always have him put the baked goods in the oven. After all he was doing so well already.

#south park #reader insert #sp fanfiction #south park x reader #x reader #south park fanfiction #anon ask #i do for you anon #requests fuel me!! #kyle broflovski x reader #kyle broflovski #shhh its a secret #oh god #this is sin #filthy thoughts #filth #its smut #craaaaazy #just love how the fandom is just so down bad for this nerd #he might be a little ooc #but like #i don't care #hey here's a fun game #everytime I write someone getting plowed in a kitchen #take a shot #don't do that #behave #or don't #I'm not your mom #hey next is some fluff

[sweetestlamb]

Fire Meet Gasoline

Summary: Im Sol and Sun Jae spend some quality time together.🤭

Author's note: I can't believe I haven't written anything in this long(sorry to those of you waiting on incomplete stories life got real😩) but this drama took me by surprise and I physically couldn't stop myself from producing this filth so I hope you enjoy this offering.

The bright ring of her laughter makes his heart feel too small for his chest as he tries his hardest not to stare at her, fill himself up on her presence and still feel starved for more.

He has no clue what exactly they're watching but Sol's persistent giggles are enough to make it his new favorite show. He leans back into the plush cradle of his couch eyes straight ahead but his focus solely on the woman next to him.

It still feels like a dream. He's been pathetically pining for her for years but never expecting anything to manifest from his one sided feelings. So her sudden unprovoked confession was a thunder bolt straight into his heart.

I liked you too.

How could that have been the case? He had long accepted that she would never be his, cried over it, yelled about it to anyone who would listen and then forced his feelings down into a dark hole in his chest. Never to be realized but now everything had changed.

"Sun Jae? Are you listening? Do you want to watch something else?"

He staggers from his thoughts, eager to have a reason to place his gaze on her pretty face. That pretty face that has captivated him for years effortlessly. Those pretty lips that are always taunting him, begging to be kissed, bitten, soothed and then tormented all over again.

"Are you not feeling well? You're turning so red. Do you need to lay down?" She leans closer now invading his space and the television is a murmured drone in the distance now. He drinks her up like an oasis in the desert, eyes trembling shut as she lifts her hand to press against his forehead.

Her skin is buttery soft and he's been longing to be touched by these very hands for so long that instinctively he nuzzles in deeper, desperate for all he can get. Still terrified that he'll wake up and this will have been a dream, a fantasy concocted by his desperate heart.

So he latches on, if this is all a dream he's going the make the most of every second he's allowed to be with her.

Her eyes are wide as she gazes at him shocked by his boldness he assumes. That's her usual reaction and he's grown used to it although it confuses him at times, he sometimes finds her looking at him like she's in disbelief too.

He moves closer, hesitating for only a minute before getting confidence from the way she stills and blinks up at him as if waiting for his next move. He watches hungrily as she gulps nervously but not once does she move away or look away from his heated stare.

Her waist feels infinitely small in his soft grip and he flushes at the strip of bare skin he feels, his thumb brushes her warm skin in a gentle sweep.

"Sun Jae...."

His name has never sounded sweeter.

The palm that was previously on his forehead slips down to cup his cheek and he feels a similar sensation on his warm flesh.

"I should go home soon."

He can hear the clear reluctance in her voice and that brings a smile to his face. They've spent so much time together since revealing their feelings but it's never enough for him and he's elated that Im Sol feels the same.

"Why are you smiling like that?"

He shrugs pretending to be aloof. Before he tugs her closer and drags one of her legs over his lap.

He's eager to feel her weight on him again, last time they made out here she'd crawled onto his lap like she belonged there and almost short circuited the electricity to his brain. But this time he was prepared and he wasn't shy to make the first move.

"I'm thinking about last time."

Her blush is immediate. He wonders how far down it goes....

"Stop. Stop looking at me like that." She mumbles glancing away.

As if he could. He's been controlling himself all these years, it feels like a dam has burst now and he knows there is no possible way to go back to his tethering self control.

"How am I looking at you? Hmmm?" He teases and he sees the exact moment that she decides she's tired of this game. Her shyness never lasts for long in these situations.

"Are you teasing me?"

"What if I am?"

"That would be mean." She pouts prettily knowing exactly what that wobbling bottom lip does to him.

"I'm sorry. I'll be nice."

And she grins at his acquiesce thinking that she's won and he allows her a few minutes of uninterrupted glee before lifting her the rest of the way and plopping her in his waiting lap in one smooth motion.

"Sun Jae!" She squeaks in surprise but he notes the way that she moves even closer while making herself comfortable and the way that her hands settle on his shoulders.

"Aren't I heavy?"

He scoffs at her question, leaning up until their faces are mere inches apart.

"Don't be ridiculous. I could stand up right now and still hold you with no problem."

And he can see her imagining that very scene, from the way that her cheeks brighten and her pupils dilate.

"Oh. Do you want to see Im Sol?"

He's only teasing, there's no way that she'll actu-

"Yeah. Do it. Show me."

And now he's the one in complete shock.

She's always been beautiful to him. Pure. Sweet. Innocent.

But right now the only word he can think of to describe the look on her face is sexy. Seductive even.

"Are you serious?"

"Mmmhmm. Show me, please." She begs so prettily.

Fuck.

He's hard.

He needs to get her off his lap. He can feel the throbbing and he knows that her words are affecting him. The last thing he wants to do is scare her away.

"You....um. I'll drive you home. Come on, let's go."

He starts to move her off his lap but then she grinds down and he knows that it's too late, she's felt him. In a way that no other has before her.

He tries not to let shame overcome him.

But he closes his eyes not wanting to see her reaction to his lust for her. They haven't yet discussed this part of their relationship and he doesn't want to pressure her or reveal that he's never done this before, any of this.

He's inexperienced and it feels pathetic.

Alas he's so lost in his head that it takes a few moments to realize what's happening in his own lap.

"What are.... what are you doing?!"

She doesn't answer him with words but her hips never stop, swiveling and grinding, side to side and then back and forth.

"Wait! Stop Im Sol, you don't have to-"

"I don't want to stop. Can't I do this?"

No. His brain screams. She can't do this because it's going to end in his embarrassment. He's already close and she's barely even begun.

"Yeah, you can. Do whatever you want."

Somehow those are the words that leave his mouth. His body incapable of denying her anything she desires.

She smiles sweetly at him before dipping down and placing a chaste kiss on his lips.

It's not enough.

His grip on her waist tightens as he reaches to meet her and kiss her as if it's his last chance. His tongue meets no resistance as he presses against her lips, plunging into her sweet hole eagerly.

She moans softly wrapping her arms around his shoulder even tighter, melting into him as their kissing intensifies and he grows harder at the noises she makes as she continues to torture him.

They need to cool down. But there's only gasoline in the room.

He pushes her sweater up, desperate to feel her skin and almost loses his sanity when she does the same, tugging his tucked shirt out of his pants.

"You must work out a lot to have a body like this." She whispers as she runs her small hand over the dips in his abs.

He groans deeply into her neck, unable to contain himself now with passion washing over him in deep waves. He bucks up into her jeans covered warm center and simultaneously grabs her ass forcing her down onto him harder, more intentional. He wishes there was nothing between them, that he could spread her wide open and just thrust until they were both spent.

They are a tangle of limbs at this point, grinding into each other as if their lives depend on it.

And her breasts are right there in front of his face. Small but enticing all the same. He can see her nipples peeking through the material of her sweater and that must mean she's not wearing a bra. She must be trying to kill him and he wants to rip her sweater over her head and see them, taste them, fill his hands with them.

Giving her ample time to stop him he trails his hands up her side, stopping just below her ribcage. When all she does is moan louder and rock down onto him he takes that as her response.

He starts with only his thumb, rubbing across the pebbled nub lightly through her sweater at first and then harder as she pushes her chest forward.

"You're perfect." He whispers in awe, cupping her fully now the weight of her perky breasts sheer perfection in his hands.

He wants to feel them with nothing in between them.

He realizes with a jolt he wants to.... have sex with her.

All his group members had teased him for years about his lack of sexual drive. They all had thousands of women throwing themselves at them daily but he never looked at any, never took them up on their offers no matter how eagerly they begged him to use them. They said filthy things to him but never before had anyone gotten him this hot and ready.

He was a virgin by choice.

But now he finally understands the appeal.

He squeezes her breast with his left hand and starts to lift her sweater with his right, their eyes locked as he slowly starts to undress her. It feels like he's been starving and now he can finally eat.

He takes in each inch of skin that is revealed bit by bit, hungry to see her naked breasts.

Bzzzzz bzzzzzz bzzzzzz.

Bzzzzz bzzzzzz bzzzzzz.

He drops her shirt.

She looks beautifully dazed but then she realizes that it's her phone that interrupted them.

He groans as she frantically searches for it while still on his lap.

She answers with a sigh and pure regret in her eyes.

He can hear her mother's agitated voice though the tiny speakers and he knows that this forbidden moment is all but over.

In his head he knows that this is probably for the best, they were moving way too fast but the selfish horny side of him wishes that he had thrown the phone far away. Images of her naked body undulating on his hard length all flash through his mind.

"I should go."

"Yeah."

But neither one of them move. Too revved up to process what just happened.

"Ummm did we almost.... were we about to...??"

She's a beautiful mess, hair disheveled, lips plush and red, clothes skewed and he wants to mess her up even more. Wants to watch sweat drip down her back as he pounds into her from behind.

And damn that's new, he's never been this desperate for it before.

"I wanted to."

He's honest. Still too raw to be anything but in this moment.

"You did?"

Hadn't that been obvious, hell it's still obvious as he hasn't gone down yet.

"You're literally sitting on my....."

She blinks. He bucks.

"Oh. Oh!....yeah but that's a natural...human reaction. You can't control it even if you didn't want to.....do that with me."

"It's only ever happened with you. No one else."

Her eyes brighten more if that's even possible.

"Wait do you mean...?"

He gulps nervously but he can't lie to her.

"Yeah I've never done this with anyone. Just you."

"Just....me. Then let me give you a gift."

He tilts his head at her statement before he almost chokes on his own tongue.

Quicker than lightning hm she grabs both his hands and pulls them hard forcing them under her shirt and onto her naked chest.

"Fuck."

She rubs his palms across her nipples.

"Touch me."

And he needs no other encouragement. He goes wild, pinching her before soothing her hot skin with soft caresses. She lets him play with her, pushing her chest out and giving into his rough treatment.

And then just as suddenly she stands up.

"That's enough for tonight."

It's like a bucket of cold water has been thrown over his head.

"I'm going to use the bathroom first." She runs from the room and he watches in stunned silence.

But then he notices the stumble in her walk. As if her knees are weak. She grips the wall tightly as she escapes.

He lets out a weak chuckle.

What are they getting into and will they be able to survive it?

#lovely runner #SunSol couple #it's a little filthy #the chemistry between them is palpable #i might have a new obsession #Im Sol #Sun Jae #soljae couple

[bonefall]

I’m rereading Po3 and despite its flaws I really enjoyed the introduction to the three. Jaykit isn’t mentioned to be blind in the first few chapters and instead they chose to show how much MORE capable he is compared to his littermates; until at the end of chapter 3, he brings up his blindness on his own. It makes forcing him to be a medicine cat SO much more frustrating because it really feels like they’re setting him up to be a warrior and choose his own fate (note i haven’t finished the reread this is just my first impression)

I like how you seem to take that path in BB regardless! It makes his arc so much more enjoyable

His arc in canon is super frustrating because he's such an independent character who clearly wants to make his own decisions in life, but then he just gets shoved into the medcat den. I LIKE that he ultimately goes there and that he enjoys it; but it was still really fucked up that they stripped away his autonomy in the process.

Re: they are not real, they are writing choices. Taking away the choices a disabled character can make over their own life, forcing them into a celibate nun role, and then going "awwwww dont worry see? he likes it! This was the best thing for him :)" was fucked up.

And imo it didn't have to be that way! You wouldn't have to go the FULL route I did with big changes, he could just be more involved in the descision to stop being a warrior apprentice and it would be fine. Minor change that would make a world of difference.

I do also have to interject to say though... blindness should really not be an extremely severe impairment for a ThunderClan cat.

I'm dead serious.

Whiskers are built-in sensors that tell you the exact position of everything within several inches of your head, ears swerve to pick up sound, and the jacobson's organ provides a sense of smell so keen that I have an entire Clanmew expansion draft because I needed to make WORDS describing the power of this sense that humans do not have. I cannot stress enough how delicate their other senses are, felines do not rely on their sight like primates do

ThunderClan lives in a mixed-oak woodland, where sight is already often obscured by foliage, objects are close together (for whiskers to feel), and nearly every movement makes noise against the leaf litter. RiverClan and (moor-running) WindClan cats would have a harder time with this disability than Thunder or Shadow.

Cat sight SUCKS to begin with. It sucks BADDD. They don't have color vision, they're significantly nearsighted, and they can't track up-and-down movements well. WC doesn't write realistic cats (more like small fuzzy people really) and I also work with more humanesque eyesight, but the only thing Jay should really lose is an ability to rapidly track a small animal swerving fast. Blind cats are often still excellent hunters in spite of that!

So it's an extra big waste that they railroaded him into a position he didn't choose, saying he couldn't be a warrior. This is the perfect disability to write, if you want to explore how ableism can impact the characters in this society who ARE legitimately still capable of nearly full independence, but still need to find accommodations for what they can't do.

In the same arc they're doing the dumb Cinder Reincarnation Plotline, no less!! Where SHE is also feeling like she has no choice over her "destiny," and gets a conflict over a potentially disabling injury

"Oh nooo if cinderpaw breaks her leg she wont be a warrior!"

"What the f-- Im Jaypaw and im reporting live from the scene where a Category 1 Idiot Moment is taking place. Woman breaks leg, suddenly everyone believes she is a horse, more at 11."

One of these days I should really make "herb guides" just covering how various sensory disabilities impact the lives of Clan cats and some tips for writing them as warriors, especially between Clans. Stuff you wouldn't usually consider, like how much noise deaf cats tend to make, how RiverClan would get a ton of sinus infections and lose their sense of smell, being blind in Sky vs Thunder, etc.

#I once saw someone say offhandedly 'well what if someone snuck up on jay from behind and attacked him. No whiskers there' #NEWSFLASH! YOU ALSO DONT HAVE EYES IN THE BACK OF YOUR HEAD #He doesn't have short whiskers either they're normally sized #Something like 4 - 5 inches on a cat like him. About double the size of the head foward and sideways #Once you're talking about close combat like the cats usually do there's no way that you can stay back far enough to avoid them #I want to rewrite owl and jay's fight or make a rematch where jay realizes owl is being a coward #Hanging just out of his range and jabbing at him #But once he realizes it's just a coward's strategy it clicks that the counter is to be aggressive #And not let his opponent out of his 'range' #Also give him a neat little scene where they're grappling next to Black's dam project where it's super muddy #And Jay is like 'YOU WANT TO PLAY DIRTY? LETS GET FILTHY' and dunks Owl's face down into the mud #Because Jay can fight without his sight but Owl doesn't know how to continue while there's stinging gunk in his eyes and nose #I like thinking about what I'm going to do for BB!Jay's matches because his fighting style is really fun to write #1. Be aggressive and proactive 2. Don't let them out of range 3. SCARE THEM #From the Mud Match he learns that the best way to end a fight quickly is to absolutely terrify them #Because they're usually not expecting the fight to be difficult nor are they expecting to feel like theyre in danger #So if you surprise them it breaks their willpower real fast #And as he gains a reputation for brutality he faces less opponents until he's practically known as the Cleric Without Mercy #Bone babble

[yo-yo-yoshiko]

Because he has such a soft voice, I feel like i always forget Gerojim is another MASSIVE drama nerd.

Working theory that all Bugnarak are theater kids.

#super sentai #kingohger #ohsama sentai kingohger #gerojim #jeramie brasieri #spider kumonos #fan art #as Gerojim’s no 1 fan… in defense of jeramie dragging him into his shit all the time… #i think Gerojim is perfectly capable of digging his own hole waaahahaha! #the softest little hypeman and master of illusion!! #of course he lives for the drama!! #gerojim and jeramie shaking hands over their love of the bit adfkadfjadf #gira jeramie gerojim racules and kaguragi asfjdafjfdajdaf #kingoh is full of theatre kids tm lol #hymeno and rita are anime nerds #yanma is dirty filthy gamer(affectionate) #this is a quick and dirty lunch doodle cause i had to get it outta my head

[acapelladitty]

Since you're now writing for Fallout & The Ghoul, I felt it important to bring what Mr. Goggins himself said during an interview - maybe some fic "inspiration"? ;D

I think the ghoul could take a deathclaw 👀

#you are a filthy little creature!!!!! #cooper howard #the ghoul #fallout ghoul #fallout tv series #fallout #walton goggins

[danhowellz]

dan has the maturity of a 12 year old boy

#hes so stupid and silly #like this is so him #filthy little boy #dan

[zishuge]

The Spirealm 致命游戏 (2024) | Ep. 55

#the spirealm #致命游戏 #kaleidoscope of death #ruan nanzhu #lin qiushi #ling jiushi #huang junjie #xia zhiguang #cdrama #cdramasource #kodedit #userhanyi #*gifs:mine #when a girl hits on lingling– ruan nanzhu: he's MINE keep your filthy hands to yourself 😤 lingling how dare you have someone hit on you😤😤 #when a girl hits on nanzhu– lingling: lolololollllll please keep going PLEASE i'm just gonna go get some popcorn #“there is now” good lord the girl needs an ambulance #flashback to arc 2 rnz to lingling: not just anyone can be my friend you know *smug little shimmy* #anyway i love lingling's hair like this he keeps taking style cues from his boyfriend and it's *chef's kiss*

[virfujiwara]

He doesn't drink blood btw

#BFUCU #sleepless art #Steven Lim #watcher entertainment #Phil 🦇 #doodle dump #My art #Vampire #He's broke he owns a nightclub he's a vampire he's immortal but he's got limited memory #Filthy McNasty #He's physically immortal but the mortality he experiences lies in no longer being the person who once was #He's drawn to items made of gold and finds solace in the symbolism of death and ritual #He has student debt he's bad at names he's an edenite vampire he doomed his best friend forever he's a funky and kinds little dude #we are watcher

[themidnightghoul]

Movie Night

Dew wants to braid Phantom’s hair for completely innocent reasons. Phantom is excited to watch the new scary movie they’ve been wanting to see and letting Dew play with their hair. Dew absolutely does not have an ulterior motive whatsoever and they watch a movie together. That’s all.

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 2341 CW: Breeding talk

Authors Note: This started off as a ficlet when @forest-rot said something about braiding hair and I got an idea. Then it evolved into…this. And by very pretty request, @sexy-sea-basss here is what I was working on, sweetheart 😘

Read below or on AO3 (coming soon)!

“You wanna braid my hair?” Phantom tilted their head, confused. Dew had to exhibit a ridiculous amount of control not to throw the little Quint over his shoulder and lock them in his room for a week. Something about their innocence just absolutely wrecked Dew and it drove him insane when they did things like tilt their head like that.

“Yeah, just, you know, if you want.” Dew shrugged, stammered his way through his words. He couldn’t think of an easy way to explain exactly why he wanted to braid their hair. At the moment, he genuinely did just want to play with their hair, run his fingers through the numerous layers. He loved the stark white chunk at the front, a beautiful contrast to the inky black and shimmery purple of the rest of their hair. He loved the way the layers that Aurora had cut into it curled after they washed it. He loved holding on to it as he-

“I’d love that, Dewy. Can we do it in my room? We can watch this new horror movie I’ve been waiting to see!” Phantom’s eyes lit up and Dew felt his heart flutter. Phantom was just so fucking cute and it drove him crazy.

“Sure, Baby Bat.” They stood from the sofa and made their way to Phantom’s room, the little Bug excitedly rambling on about the movie they wanted to watch. All Dew could think about was what he wanted to do after he braided their hair and he had to shift his walk a few times, trying to hide a different kind of excitement than the one Phantom currently had.

When they stepped in to Phantom’s room, they immediately flipped on their LED strip lights, changing the color to a dim purple color, and hopped on the bed, grabbing the TV remote and looking for whatever movie it was they wanted to watch. “Come, sit.” They tapped the spot next to them and Dew felt his stomach flip. Something in the way they said that just…did something to him.

Dew sat and immediately pulled them back into his lap. His fingers pulled through the strands to dislodge any tangles, rubbed gently over his scalp. The movie started, something about a haunted pool, and Phantom leaned back into Dew, a soft purr kicking up in their chest the more relaxed they got. Dew had gotten quite good at braiding, having practiced on himself for when he needed it up during shows and no one was able to help him, and he was able to work fairly quickly most of the time. But with Phantom, he slowed himself down, allowed himself to take his time and make sure they were nice and relaxed, their focus more on the movie than Dew.

One braid in and Phantom’s purring had gotten louder. Occasionally, they would jump a little at a particularly loud part of the movie and Dew would chuckle, gently rubbing their back and kissing the top of their head until they settled again. When he finished the second braid and tied it off, he put his arms around them and just held them as they watched the movie together. He tried to focus, really he did, but all he could think about was tugging on the now finished braids and how beautiful the sounds that they would make would be when he did. Thankfully, it seemed like they were too focused on the movie to notice Dew shifting around in an attempt to relieve the pressure on his increasingly aching cock. The more he thought about it, the worse it got. Eventually, Dew began to play with Phantom’s hands, kissing his way down from the top of their head to their face. Phantom’s purrs became soft whines, torn between wanting to watch the movie and focusing on Dew.

“Just watch the movie, Bug,” Dew whispered in their ear, gently nipping their earlobe and chuckling when they shifted their body against him in search of more contact. “Such a good boy, aren’t you?” He ran his hands up and down their chest, sliding under their shirt and dragging his claws across their skin, smiling at their full body shiver as he touched them.

“Off, please Dew,” they whined, raising their arms for Dew to remove their shirt. 

He couldn’t help but groan at how easy they were making this as he slid off the shirt and threw it to the side. Slowly, he kissed and nipped his way down their neck, biting just enough at their shoulder to leave a mark, and shifted his way to their front. He propped himself up on his arms and kissed each of the scars on their chest, let his tongue trace the beautiful white patches that decorated their body. “Like my own personal galaxy, you are.” He kept his focus on Phantom’s reactions to his attention and how desperately they tried to remain focused on the movie. “Doing such a good job. You enjoying the movie?”

Phantom whined louder, their hands running up and down Dew’s back. “Dewey I can’t-“

“Good boys watch the movie like they were told to do,” he whispered against their chest and reached up to tug on one of the braids, chuckling when they arched their body against him. Their response to the tug gave Dew an idea and he sat up, moving back behind them and tapping their back. “Lean forward, on all fours.”

Phantom immediately sat up and leaned forward on their arms, their tail flicking around excitedly. Dew drug his claws down their back, reveling in the way their skin broke out in goosebumps where he touched. He tugged down their sweatpants and boxers, dragging his claws the rest of the way down the curve of their ass, over their beautiful thighs that he leaned in and nipped at, causing Phantom to let out the sweetest moan. He sat up and used one hand to trail up the scratch marks on their back, the other sliding between their legs and loudly groaning at how wet they were.

“Someone’s excited, hmm?” He slowly moved his fingers through their folds, chuckling at how easily they writhed under his touch.

They tried to push back onto his fingers and he immediately withdrew, tutting disappointedly when they whined. “Dewy please.” Their voice was so sweet, so needy, and it sent Dew’s mind into a frenzy. He almost gave in right then and there, if he was being honest with himself.

“Tell me what’s going on in the movie like a good Bug and I’ll give you what you want.” He let his hand hover back where they wanted it most, leaving featherlight touches across their skin with one hand and kneading their thigh with the other. Their frustration was palpable and it only served to drive him more insane with need. He moved his hands away and popped the button on his jeans, pulling them down just enough to relieve the pressure on his aching cock. When that wasn’t enough, he grunted in frustration and pulled himself out fully, giving himself a few lazy strokes.

“Something is in the water…” they whined, their legs shaking as they tried to hold still. “The dad is s-sick, fuck Dew please.” They turned around to look back at Dew with tears in their eyes and when Dew pulled his hand away and licked the slick he had gathered on his fingers off, Phantom fell face first into the bed and whined so loud Dew was sure their throat would hurt.

Dew reached down and grabbed both braids, tugging on them to pull their head back. “Ah ah, you’re not hiding those beautiful sounds, Baby Bat. I want to hear every noise you make, you understand?” 

Phantom’s body sagged a bit and they let out another whine. “Yes, yes Dew, please will you touch me again? I need it so much.”

He let go of one of the braids and brought his hand to their mouth. “Spit.” Immediately, they spit into his hand and he swore he could feel their excitement pulsing through the air. “Such an eager little Bug aren’t you? Fuck you’re so cute.” He ran his spit covered hand up and down his length, hissing at the feeling, and slowly guided it to Phantom’s entrance. Running it up and down their slick covered folds, he tugged on the braid he still had in his hand. “Color, baby?”

“Green green green, please Dew I’m so green.” 

Chuckling, he tugged once again. “Good boy, using your words for me.” He pushed the head of his cock against them and left it there for a moment, testing the little Quint’s resolve. When they didn’t move, even though Dew could tell they were desperate to push back, he finally slid in with a loud groan that he was sure the entire den would be able to hear. “Fuck, baby, how are you so wet already? I’ve barely even touched you.”

Phantom could only make unintelligible noises in response. Dew knew that praise was one of the things that they got off on the most and he couldn’t help but take advantage of them already being most of the way to being fucked completely stupid. He gripped their hip hard enough to bruise with one hand and slowly started moving, gathering both braids in the other hand in order to keep them from falling into the bed as he slid in and out of his sweet little Ghoul.

“Satanas you’re taking me so well, such a-agh- such a good fucking boy, aren’t you?” He could feel the familiar coil in his abdomen tightening, faster than he wanted it to, but he couldn’t bring himself to slow down. “So fucking tight, baby. Fuck you’re so-” Phantom clenched and Dew saw stars, his head falling back as a wanton moan escaped his lips. The control he normally exerted had slipped and he couldn’t stop himself from pounding relentlessly into them, his movements getting harder and faster the more he let himself go. He could feel his knot beginning to swell as he fucked into Phantom and by the sounds they made, they could feel the base of it pressing against them.

“D-dew I’m c-close please-“ a high pitched moan filled the room as Dew nailed the sweet spot inside of Phantom and he could tell that they were about to completely fall apart. The swell of pride that rushed through Dew’s body knowing that he was the one to make them feel this way had him slamming his hips against the whimpering Quint even harder.

“That’s it, baby. Fuck, you feel so fucking good.” He tugged on their braids again, his other hand smacking down on their ass hard enough to leave a mark. “You gonna come for me, Starshine?”

Phantom could only whine and nod as they shifted their hips the slightest bit to get Dew to hit the same spot again. “Y-yes!”

“That’s right, good boy, come on my cock. You can do it, baby.” 

“Knot…please…” Phantom’s words were slurred but they were begging so sweetly and how was Dew supposed to deny them when they asked so politely?

“You want to take my knot, baby? Want me to fill you up until you’re leaking all around my cock?” He snapped his hips forward, his knot swelling even more at the idea of being locked inside of his pretty Quint. “Fill you up so good-“ he grunted, pushing a little more and pulling a soundless scream from their lips. “See if you catch, yeah?” Dew ran his hand down their hip to their stomach, pulling them up until their back was against his chest. “Want to see this belly full of my kits. Would you like that, baby? Want to carry my kits for me?”

Dew felt Phantom clench one final time before they came with a shout, his name on their lips. As they shuddered, Dew worked them through their orgasm, holding them up as their legs shook. He pulled the shaking Ghoul down on to his knot as it finally popped, locking them together and coming as his hand squeezed their throat. The sensation of filling Phantom was enough to make him come harder than he had in a long time and the idea of them carrying his kits? It had him weakly thrusting against them, desperately trying to keep as much of his come inside as possible.

Slowly, the two Ghouls came back down from their high and Dew lowered the drooling Quint to the bed. He gently brushed their hair out of their face, kissing their cheeks and nuzzling his face against their neck. “You okay, Starshine?” He kept his voice soft and smiled when Phantom started to purr and snuggled back against Dew.

“Never better, Dewey.” They ran their hand across their stomach almost absentmindedly. 

“I can hear that brain working overtime, Baby Bat. Talk to me?” He put his hand over theirs, lacing their fingers together.

“Did you mean it?” It was almost a whisper but Dew knew exactly what they had said.

He was quiet for a moment before he pulled them against him hard and hummed, nodding his head against them. “Yeah, baby, ‘course I did. But only if you wanted me to mean it.” Phantom was snoring softly before Dew had even finished talking. He smiled, rubbed his hand across their stomach again, and laid beside them as he waited for his knot to go down. When he was able to pull himself out, he quickly cleaned up the sleeping Ghoul and put their sweatpants back on, covering them up with their bat blanket. He put their favorite horror movie on and went to clean himself up, returning to the bed and climbing in next to them when he was done.

“Love you, Dewey.” They mumbled, turning to face Dew and nuzzling their face into his chest.

Dew smiled, pressing a kiss to their forehead and holding them close. “I love you, Starshine. Always and forever.”

#midnight writes #this was supposed to be a quick little fic #and then they got into my head #and then someone else got into my head #and then it got filthy #but I’m not complaining #spicy tag #cw: breeding #phantom ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #phandrop #ghost fanfiction #ghost fanfic #the band ghost fanfiction