#and her and buck to relentlessly tease each other

[notsosweetchan]

˚ʚ♡ɞ Under The Table ˚ʚ♡ɞ

Warning: Fingering in public

Paring: | Seungmin x Reader|

Y/N blushed heavily and bit her bottom lip, suppressing the moans that threatened to escape. Her heart raced as she felt Seungmin's finger teasingly trace circles around her entrance. She glanced up at him, their eyes meeting across the table where they shared a knowing look. She could feel her pussy dripping, eager for more of his touch.

The subtle movements of his finger sent waves of pleasure through her body, making it hard to concentrate on anything but the sensations he was causing.

The warmth between her legs tingled as he pushed forward slightly, pressing against the entrance but not entering yet. She tried to stay quiet while they were still in public, but a soft gasp escaped her lips as his finger brushed against an especially sensitive spot.

The other couples at the table were deep in conversation, oblivious to what was happening underneath. They chatted about work and weekend plans while enjoying their delicious meal, completely unaware that something much more intimate was happening beneath the tablecloth. Y/N shifted slightly in her seat, grinding her hips against Seungmin's touch unconsciously.

The soft fabric of her dress rubbed against her swollen pussy lips with each movement, adding to the pleasure she could feel building inside her. She couldn't help but squirm a little in anticipation as he continued to tease her, his other hand resting on top of hers on the table for support.

The waiter came by to refill their water glasses, causing them both to snap out of their lustful haze briefly before diving back into each other under the table once again.

Y/N let out a small whimper as Seungmin finally pushed past her resistance and entered one finger inside her tight heat. She gasped at the sudden intrusion but quickly regained her composure, taking deep breaths to steady herself.

He continued to stimulate her inner walls with slow, delicious strokes, drawing out the moment as he knew she was close to the edge of ecstasy. Her nails dug into the tablecloth, her knuckles turning white with the effort it took not to moan out loud.

Seungmin leaned in as if to whisper in her ear, his voice low and husky, "You're so wet, baby. I can feel how much you want it.”

His words sent shivers down her spine, and she bit her bottom lip even harder to stifle a moan. "I'm going to make you cum right here at this table, and you're not allowed to make a sound.”

His fingers picked up the pace, curling inside her in just the right way as he began to rub her G-spot relentlessly. Her hips bucked against his hand, desperate for more, but all she could do was squeeze her thighs together tighter and try to keep the moans of pleasure at bay. The tension coiled in her belly, tightening with each sensual stroke he delivered. She was so close... so close...

As the waiter returned with their main courses, Y/N felt herself teetering on the edge of release. Seungmin slowed down momentarily, causing her to whimper in protest. He flashed her a wicked grin before resuming his torturous pace once again as soon as the waiter left. Her orgasm was building rapidly now. “Hey Y/N are you ok

You look a bit flushed,” Jiho, her best friend, asked across the table, oblivious to what was happening inches away from her.

Y/N shot her a panicked glance, praying that she hadn't given them away. "I'm j-just... I'm just...," she panted, trying to think of an excuse for her flushed cheeks and heavy breathing. "I... um... I'm just a bit warm that's all." She took a sip of her water, hoping the cool liquid would help mask her flushed complexion.

Seungmin smirked at Y/N's discomfort but didn't relent in his ministrations. He was enjoying this delicious game of cat and mouse they were playing far too much to stop now.

Her hips rocked with each of his delicious thrusts, her body screaming for more, desperate to be filled and satisfied, but she couldn't let herself go. Not here, not in front of their friends. Tears of frustration threatened to spill from the corners of her eyes as she tried to contain the moans that threatened to escape her parted lips.

"Your food looks good," Seungmin purred in her ear, all innocence as he twisted his finger inside her, causing her to moan out a strangled breath. "You should eat."

Y/N picked up her fork with shaking hands and speared a piece of pasta, praying the motion would give her something else to focus on as Seungmin continued his merciless assault on her senses. The simple act of chewing was torture itself, each bite sending vibrations through her entire body that only served to heighten her arousal.

Jiho blabbed on about some work drama she'd had been dealing with earlier in the week, but Y/N's mind was too clouded with lust to even register the words coming out ofher friend's mouth. All she could think about was the delicious agony between her legs, the pressure building with each passing second.

He continue to finger worked her pussy relentlessly, alternating between long, slow strokes and quick, shallow thrusts that teased her bundle of nerves mercilessly. Y/N's breathing hitched as she felt the familiar tightness coil in her lower stomach, signaling her impending climax. She grabbed onto her napkin, twisting it into a tight ball in an effort to stifle any sounds she might make.

Finally, unable to take it anymore, Y/N dropped her fork with a clatter and stabbed at her food, shoving a large bite into her mouth to disguise the moans she couldn't hold back any longer.

The muffled noises of ecstasy vibrated through the table as waves upon waves of pleasure coursed through her body. Her eyes squeezed shut as she rode out the orgasmic wave, Seungmin's finger still working magic inside of her until the last possible moment before removing himself.

Breathing heavily, Y/N dared a everyone was too engrossed in their own conversations to notice her silent release. Seungmin, on the other hand, smiled smugly as he casually cut into his steak.

Finally, Y/N managed to catch her breath, "You... you ass," she said between gasps, glaring at him playfully.

Seungmin just grinned back at her, "Oh, but you loved every minute of it," he purred, wiping his mouth daintily with his napkin before leaning in to whisper in her ear once more, "And this is only the beginning. Just wait until we get home."

#stray kids imagines #stray kids x reader #stray kids x y/n #stray kids imagine #stray kids smut #skz imagines #skz x reader #skz imagine #skz smut #skz seungmin #seungmin x reader #seungmin imagines #stray kids seungmin #seungmin imagine #seungmin #seungmin smut

[joszns]

HIII JO!!

do u think you can write smth about like reader surprising ellie with a tattoo of ellies name on her thigh and then ellie goes absolutely ham wit it😋

HIII thank u sm for this request anon!!! it was fun to write :) dreaming about ellie fucking me silly all cuz of some ink in my skin…it does things fr.

warnings: cunnilingus (r!receiving), fingering (r!receiving), accidental sex tape kinda, reader takes a pic during sex

“ellie! ellie! babe, look!” you say excitedly, rushing inside your girlfriends room.

she smiles when she sees you, taking off her headphones and opening her arms for a hug.

“what is it baby?” ellie coos, welcoming you into her lap.

you grin mischievously and lift your skirt up, revealing a tattoo on your inner thigh. small and delicate, it reads: ‘ellie ❤︎’.

“do you like it? i got it done earlier, i’ve been dying to show you!”

ellie stares at the tattoo, feeling heat pool between her legs. her strong hands grip your thighs, causing you to jump a bit at the sudden pressure.

“it’s cute…” she says, staring at it.

“you hate it.” you pout, looking away.

“i love it. i love it so much.”

“prove it.” you say.

ellie brings your face to hers and kisses you deeply, pulling you into her by your jaw.

you moan into the kiss, arching forward as your tongues sloppily slide against eachother. her hands wander, dropping from your neck, then your chest, and finally your thighs. she caressed the area near the tattoo, gently rubbing her thumb over the ink. whimpering, you pull her impossibly closer and tug on her hair lightly.

ellie picks you up and walks to her bed, putting you down and immediately kissing down your body. she stops at your thighs, pulling up your skirt and kissing the skin around your tattoo while looking up at you.

“telling everyone you’re mine, hm? my name, on display..” ellie said, leaving a hickey on your thigh.

“yeah, love showin’ you off baby..” you sighed, spreading your legs open more as ellie’s mouth slowly inched upwards.

she breathed out over your cunt, making you shiver. you feel yourself throb expectantly, embarrassed at the fact ellie could see just how wet she made you.

“so pretty, my love..” ellie says, placing a soft kiss on your soaking clit. she looks up at you as she does this, watching your expression falter slightly.

she breathes you in one last time before pressing her tongue on you, slowly pulling the wet muscle through your sloppy folds.

“elie…” you whine, pushing your hips into her face. “stop teasing.”

she complied with your request, happily eating you like you were her last meal on death row.

you moaned, fingers tangling in her hair, hips bucking up into ellie’s smothered face. her expert lips clung to your clit, sucking softly as her tongue flicked the cherry bud. her right hand lingered by the tattoo, gripping and kneading the fat below it.

“so good baby, who’s pussy’s this?” ellie asked, her other hand moving up to slide one of her long fingers inside of you.

“yours baby fuck—s’yours, my pussy’s yours—” you cried, chest rapidly rising and falling with each shallow breath you took, orgasm nearing quickly.

“take a picture baby..so you always know who you belong to.” ellie commanded, watching herself slide another finger into your sloppy cunt.

you happily obliged, taking your phone as ellie continued to eat you out. you moaned, back arching.

struggling to keep your arms straight, you positioned the phone at a good angle and snapped a photo, accidentally starting a video as you fumbled with the device.

“ellie..fuck…don’t stop—god don’t stop!” you whimpered, the phone falling onto the mattress as you moaned your girlfriends name over and over.

her fingers were relentlessly perfect, arching and thrusting in just the right way ellie knew hit all the spots you loved the most.

“m’gunna cum! please-don’t—stooop!” you cried, extending your last word as you climaxed hard on ellie’s face and fingers.

ellie rode you through it, slowing her pace on licking and thrusting into you. aftershocks rolled through your body, causing you to twitch every now and then as she departed from your puffy clit with a ‘pop’ and retracted her fingers.

“you alright, baby?” she asked, getting up to grab a towel for her hands.

you stopped her, looking into her beautiful green eyes as you licked her hand clean. ellie swallowed hard, the feeling of your wet tongue dragging on her fingers creating new sensations.

“i’m so fucking glad i don’t gotta share you.”

#ellie williams fanfic #ellie williams smut #ellie x reader #ellie x you #tlou ellie x reader #tlou2 #ellie williams #Ellie tlou #ellie x fem reader

[3terna15unshin3]

Has there been a phone sex while he’s on tour blurb 👀

Voice

He’s only a call away, right?

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a/n: Oh my god olive there literally hasn’t…….. How have i not written this by now it’s so hot

(Read the main fic here if u want more Matty and Este!!)

cw: 18+, minors DNI, dirty talk (sorry), mutual masturbation, phone sex, sub! matty ish??? a bit??, unedited, (i am posting this now in light of the Phone Eating bit)

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Este woke up after having dreamt of Matty's face between her legs. The way his tongue pressed strongly at all of the right spots, and his hands gripped around the base of her thighs as she squirmed. Disappointed was an understatement when she peeled her eyes open to see that he wasn't really there.

Tour was long and they were lonely and missing each other, so it was frequent that they thought of the other when getting off alone. But somehow, they had yet to get off alone together; even though they talked on the phone every night (morning for her, per the eight hour difference between the states along the west coast and London).

She was already unbelievably wet, wrapped in her bedsheets with sleep still in her eyes. So, when the first thing she heard was the ring of her phone, a sinful smile crept onto her face.

"Hi darling,"

"Morning," Este answered, voice raspy.

"Shit, have I woken you? I thought 1 would been a safe enough time to call,"

"Oh, don't worry," she insisted, pushing her underwear down her legs and discarding them off the side of her bed. "You're right, I'm usually up by now. Just didn't have the best sleep."

Matty frowned. "Everything alright?"

"Yeah. I was just busy dreaming of you."

He wasn't frowning anymore. Matty gulped the saliva down his throat and his ears perked. He could hear the smirk in Este's voice, and wondered if she somehow knew that he was already semi-hard.

"Oh yeah?" He egged her on, "Tell me about it."

Este bit her lip as she finally put some pressure onto her sensitive clit.

“You were here with me,” she started, eyes closing as she pictured the scene. “And I had your head pinned between my thighs.”

His breath quickened and he grabbed himself over his boxers, quietly hissing at the sudden wave of pleasure.

“Was I making you feel good?” Matty asked with a whine.

She nodded, forgetting he couldn’t see her, then corrected herself by muttering, “So good, baby.” Her fingers circled quickly. “Your tongue was against me,”

Matty took himself out, spitting into his hand and running it over his length a few times. He let out a breathy moan, then heard one back from Este.

“I wish I could taste you now,”

Her fingers collected the wetness surrounding her entrance and pressed even harder on her bundle of nerves. The action made her hips buck upwards and her jaw drop open.

“Me too. My fingers don’t feel as good as your mouth does,” teased Este, “Are you touching yourself too?”

The sound of his hand moving up and down his cock, slathered in his own spit and pre-cum, echoed through his quiet hotel room. She could hear it, so that answered her question, but Matty responded anyway.

“Fuck, yeah I am,” he groaned. “I’m so fucking hard for you, E.”

Este laid her phone on her pillow next to her ear so she could use her other hand to play with her nipples. She grabbed harshly, sucking in her breath at the feeling.

“All for me?” she egged him on, chest heaving up and down. The muscles in her stomach grew tight as pressure built right below her navel. “Your fist must not compare to my tight little cunt.”

Matty thought about the slick and warm feeling of sinking his cock into her pussy. The way she’d clench around him. He tightened his grip on himself and pictured it as Este instead.

“Darling—God—you’re killing me,” he whined. His action sped up, desperate for release. “My fist isn’t good enough, baby. I need you around me,”

“Keep going. I’m right here,” Este said, slipping two fingers into her entrance and curling them. Her mind drifted to the way he pounded into her relentlessly the last night before he left. Este’s ass stuck up in the air and met him halfway with every thrust. His fingertips on one hand dug into her hips as he fucked her deep; while the other was tangled in her hair, pressing her face into their pillows. The thought of it made her speed up her fingers.

“I’m not gonna last much longer if I do,” warned Matty. He ran his thumb over his pink tip, shuddering in the process.

“Wait for me, baby. I’m almost there. Can you do that?” She moaned at the sound of his frustrated groans on the other side of the line.

His hand only stroked faster. “Please, E. I’m so close already, just let me—”

“Matty.” Este sternly interrupted. “Be good and wait for me. You don’t want me to come all by myself, do you?”

He stilled his fist to try and obey, but then found himself fucking up into it instead. “Fuck, no. I don’t,” Matty responded through gritted teeth, voice intense and cutting. His hips buckled messily as the pressure beneath his skin threatened to snap.

The sound of his desperate plea made Este squeeze her eyes tightly with pleasure. She could hear the filthy rhythm his hand carried over his length and tried to match her own with it. Her breathing sped up as she felt her high approach.

“That’s it. Fuck, I bet you miss fucking this pussy. The way it milks all the cum out of you,” Este managed to whisper, so distracted by the euphoria building up and about to explode that she struggled to speak clearly.

“I miss it so much, baby. P-Please, just let me cum. It fucking hurts, E, you’re gonna make me cum so hard—”

“Fuck, Matty—okay—cum with me. Go on, love,”

He finally let go, coming harder than he ever could without her help. “Shit, Este,” Matty cried, opening his eyes to peer at the white strings pulsing out of him onto his stomach. When he thought of Este licking the hot seed off his skin, he threw his head back against his pillow and bit down on his lip, dick continuing to throb.

Then she came—at the same time—groaning in hysteria, lifting her hips off the bed and trapping her hand between her thighs. His name fell out of her lips, repeatedly and almost pornographically, while she slowed her fingers and rode out her high.

After a few laboured breaths, Este giggled with a post-orgasm giddiness. “Well good morning to me, I guess.” She joked.

Matty rolled his eyes with a smile on his face.

“We’re using FaceTime tomorrow. Deal?”

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[dinozarr]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀CRY FOR THE CAMERA⠀▎CHOSO KAMO

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀WHIMPERS AND . . . cries of ecstasy muffled against the woman’s lips whilst her tongue roamed the inside of her lovers mouth. Their lips moved in sync with one another, as if they were handcrafted just for each other.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Saliva coaxed their mouths like no other, Choso attempting to deepen the kiss any chance he got. Yet, [Y/N]’s stern grip on his collar held him against the leather seat of his desk chair. The way they were intertwined felt as if there’d be nothing that could pull them apart.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀How her fingers interlocked with the collar she buckled around his neck, pinning him beneath her with minimal strength; yet, he could barely fight against it. How her intoxicating scent clogged each and every sense of smell he had, nothing but pure coconut filling the aroma.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀The way she towered over him would be considered threatening, yet the man loved every bit about it. He adored the way she made him feel smaller, wanting nothing more than such.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀She was slouched above him, one hand’s finger curled into the collar he wore, her lips never leaving his as his tears stained his adorably bright red cheeks. Her opposite hand was grasping at the base of his dick, maneuvering up and down while precum trickled down the sides.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀The base of her thumb would rub through the slit of his tip, Choso’s mouth falling open ajar from the euphoric endurance it put him through. Each time her fingers glided across the prominent veins on his erection, his eyes would roll back even farther than before.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Cold shivers swirled up his spine anytime she caused any sort of friction against him, the man struggling relentlessly against the firm ropes that held his limbs in place; along his bare body. He’d cry and squirm in his chair, [Y/N] simply tugging on his collar each time, alerting him to behave himself for the camera.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀“Ay, papito, hold still.” the woman slurred against his lips, her voice alone causing more precum to find its way all over her fingers.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Tugging his bottom lip between her teeth just after, [Y/N] released her finger from the chain; smoothly wrapping her calloused hand around his neck and planting one last stern kiss against Choso’s lips.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Pulling away from the oh so desperate man below her, [Y/N] observed how he tried to follow after her lips— slyly grinning and pulling the corner of her bottom lip between her teeth. It surely was a sight for sore eyes how the man was a breathless mess, along with being tied up so intricately.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀His arms were pulled behind his back, broad chest and shoulders heaving up and down with every breath he took. It was picture perfect within [Y/N]’s eyes.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Glancing over at the camera Choso had delicately set up on his desk, [Y/N] reached for it and pulled it to her, showing off Choso’s state for all of his viewers to see. They were paying big bucks to watch her tease him, so she was going to make sure they got their fair share.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀“Just look at him. Crying because I won’t let him cum. Ay que lindo.” ( Oh how cute ) [Y/N] proded, biting down on her index finger’s nail while moving the camera close to Choso’s face so the viewers saw exactly how rosy his cheeks were.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀After a moment, the woman gently placed the tripod back on the desk and shoved the cloth back into Choso’s mouth, kissing his cheek just after.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀[Y/N] began to gradually lower herself on her knees in front of Choso, her hands gliding down his thighs with the tips of her acrylics grazing his blazing skin ever so slightly. The soft touch of them had Choso subconsciously bucking his hips, whines dragging out of his mouth all the while.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀His moans and groans were muffled by the cloth [Y/N] shoved into his mouth, the man biting down on it whilst he watched his lover tease him more than she already has.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Once the base of her tongue made contact with the bottom of his dick, the cold metallic ball of her tongue piercing shot needles through the man’s skin, sighs of relief mumbling between the ruffles of the gag. [Y/N] giggled to herself at the reaction she earned from her simple action, proceeding to drag her tongue along his erection.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀When she got to the tip, she only took half of it in her mouth and allowed her tongue to swirl the slit of it. Gazing up at Choso through her lashes; the rest of her hands pumping and twisting the base of his dick. It was thick, veins coating it and protruding the sides, the length anything but small.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀The woman kept her throat nice and relaxed for her man, taking him deeper and deeper in with every other head bob. Slick began to build up all along the sides of his length, the liquids causing [Y/N]’s fingers to glisten under the LED lights that decorated the office room.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀”O-Oh- fuck! baby! P-P-Please- A-h p-please let me come. Please, oh- fuck! Please!” Choso managed to cry out in pleasure in between moans after alas pushing the cloth from between his teeth.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀All [Y/N] could do was laugh at the man’s patheticness, watching as genuine tears rolled down his burning face that was beat red.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Each time the tip of his dick hit the back of her throat, her gagged reactions would cause vibrations to ricochet all across Choso’s length, earning hip bucks in return. The reaction would proceed to cause [Y/N] to continue to gag, the cycle repeating itself whilst she repeatedly moved her head along his erection.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Before the woman had any time to react to such an abrupt hip buck from Choso, his hot sticky substance decorated all over the inside of her mouth and traveled down her throat. His load was huge, thanks to all the teasing and taunting caused by yours truly.

NOTEZ : n/a. just enjoy.

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[paperdoll201]

꧁•⊹٭𝚜𝚘 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚢 𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚢٭⊹•꧂

𝐚/𝐧: 𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞/𝐬𝐮𝐛 𝐣𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐞! 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐛𝐭𝐰, 𝐧𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐮𝐧. 𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲

·.★·.· 𝐜𝐰: 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐜𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐬 (𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐲!), 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤 ·.·★.·

𝓌𝒸: 𝟤.𝟦𝓀

“Oh my– oh my god– fuck Marie!”

Jordan’s arms were currently held high in fluffy handcuffs, each wrist cuffed to either side of the bed. His legs were spread apart with his girlfriend kneeling very comfortably in between them, giving him the most grueling fucking blowjob of his fucking life. Deep brown eyes were squeezed shut, his head thrown back in ecstatic agony. Every muscle in his lean body was taut, straining against the restraints as Marie's tongue and lips worked magic on his throbbing cock. Her locs tickled his stomach as she bobbed up and down, her hand gripping and fondling his balls and her mouth sucking relentlessly. Jordan's mind was a swirling mess of pleasure and pain, his breathing ragged and desperate. 

This isn't how Jordan expected to use these handcuffs for the first time. When Jordan placed their online order for the cuffs, they had imagined using them on their girlfriend, keeping her arms restricted behind her, legs spread as they shoved their fingers into her cunt bringing her to her nth fucking orgasm, with her just fucking begging them to slow down on her. That was their plan. To use them on Marie bringing her unmeasurable pleasure, not the other way around. But she wasn’t– wasn’t even letting them fucking cum, relentlessly teasing and edging them for what felt likes hours (ten minutes) and god they were just so so fucking close.

"Mmm, you taste so good baby," Marie smiled, licking the precum that licked from the head of his cock. "I love sucking you." With each stroke of her hand, her lips wrapped tighter, sucking harder and squeezing tighter. Jordan moaned in surrender, his hips bucking involuntarily, trying to push deeper into her mouth. 

"Stay still Jordan or I'll stop right now," Marie teased, lips locking around his erection again, her gaze locking with his pleading eyes. 

But Jordan couldn't control his involuntary movements, the realization that he was close to losing control only making him buck harder, the muscles in his thighs and hips straining against the restraints. He couldn't help it. The intensity of her touch, the feeling of her mouth surrounding him, was too much to resist.

"I can't hold it back, Marie," he groaned, his voice barely a whisper. "Fucking shit," he groaned, hips bucking wildly, trying to push deeper into Marie's warm, welcome mouth. She chuckled softly, her hand still gripping his shaft, guiding him.

"I know, baby," she whispered, her voice rich with promised pleasure. "But I'm the one in control here, and you're going to take what I give you or get nothing at all." She looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with mischief and promise. "And you better not fucking cum."

Jordan's heart raced as he felt her lips begin to move again, sliding back down his shaft, watched as one of her hands left his thighs to move between her own bare legs, watched as her fingers disappeared into her own dripping cunt and couldn't withhold his moan at the delicious sight. Marie's eyes never left his as she continued to fuck his cock with her mouth, her fingers working furiously between her legs, spreading her own juices over her slick folds.

Jordan gritted his teeth, trying to distract himself from the overwhelming sensations. But the longer she taunted him, the harder it became to keep his defenses up. Every movement Marie made drove him closer to the edge, his cock throbbing in her mouth, begging for release.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fu–" Jordan couldn't help their switch into their female form, feeling the need to switch to prevent themself cumming to early. 

“Mmph!” she heard from Marie, whose face was now buried in between soft thighs. Jordan moaned, twitching, pussy juice beginning to leak rapidly from her. Jordan watched as Marie sat up slowly, a playfully devious look on her face. 

"Making you feel so good hmm?" Marie smirked, reaching down to gently trace her finger along Jordan's quivering, wet slit. She could feel the heat emanating from her own cunt, her arousal just as intense as Jordan's.

"Y-yes, yes," Jordan moaned, arching her back in response. They knew what was coming, and they wanted it more than anything. 

Marie leaned in close, her breath warm against Jordan's ear. "My poor baby. Withering all pathetic under me. What do you want Jordan" she whispered, the hunger in her voice matching that in her eyes.

Jordan whimpered in response, her body trembling at the prospect of Marie's skillful touch. "Please, Marie, I need it so bad."

Jordan's heart raced as they felt Marie's hand slowly make its way up from her cunt, across her pebbled nipples, and land around her neck, giving Jordan a soft squeeze.

"Need what hmm. Be a big girl, use your words for me," Marie teased, her voice barely above a whisper, fingers still wrapped around her neck.

Jordan gasped, struggling to find the words. Tears welled up in her eyes as she felt the intensity of her desire building. "Please," she begged, wrists pulling against the cuffs. "Please, p-please– oh fuck!" Jordan's face contorted with pleasure when she felt two fingers thrust hard into her wetness. 

Marie smiled at Jordan's vulnerability, her eyes glowing with lust. She leaned in, pressing her bare chest against hers and whispered into her ear. "Please what, Jordan?" 

"I wanna fuck– oh my god... I need it so fucking bad, please," Jordan moaned, her voice catching as she felt Marie's fingers moving inside her. Her body writhed with pleasure, her mind a blur of lust and desire.

Marie chuckled softly, her breath warm against Jordan's ear. "Need it? Need what? Can't read your mind baby." She pushed her fingers deeper, biting her bottom lip at the squelching sound of Jordan's pussy. "You haven't answered my question yet. Jordan, what do you want?"

Tears rolled down Jordan's cheeks as she panted, her eyes locked onto Marie's. "Please, I wanna cum, Marie. Make me come so hard that I can't fucking think straight."

A wicked grin spread across Marie's face, her eyes glinting with satisfaction. "Good girl," she purred, her fingers pistoning inside Jordan's wet core. 

Jordan whimpered, arching her back as Marie's fingers found her most sensitive spot. She could feel the pressure building, the pleasure overwhelming her. Her mind was lost in a haze of ecstasy, her body trembling with the intensity of it all.

"That's it, baby," Marie cooed, her voice low and sultry. "Let go, let me take you there."

Jordan's moans grew louder, her body writhing in Marie's grip. The pleasure was consuming her, her mind drifting to images of Marie's perfect body, the way her skin felt against Jordan's, her fingers exploring every inch of her.

Marie watched in awe as Jordan let go completely, lost in the pleasure that she was providing. She leaned down, taking one of Jordan's nipples into her mouth and sucking hard, using her free hand to tease the other. Jordan cried out at the added sensation, her hips thrusting up to meet Marie's fingers.

"Fuck," Marie growled against Jordan's nipple before moving to the other one. Her fingers continued their relentless pace inside Jordan, curling and stroking just how she knew she liked it. She could feel Jordan getting close now, the tension building in her body.

Jordan could feel it too, the pressure building so intensely that she could hardly stand it. "Oh god," she moaned, throwing her head back as Marie sucked harder on her nipple. She could feel herself getting close to the edge and she wanted nothing more than to fall over it.

Marie sensed Jordan's need and moved her hand slightly, making sure to hit all of the right spots inside of her, relishing in the feel of Jordan's wetness dripping down her fingers onto her hand. With one last thrust of her fingers and a flick of her tongue against Jordan's hardened nipple, she pushed her over the edge.

Jordan cried out as waves of pleasure washed over her body, every nerve ending on fire with ecstasy. Her hips bucked uncontrollably as she came undone in Marie's arms, completely at her mercy.

Marie continued to move slowly inside of Jordan as she came down from her high. She kissed and nipped at any exposed skin that she could reach until finally pulling back and removing herself from between her legs, moving to sit on top of them, watching their heavy breathing in amusement.

Jordan shifted after a moment of catching their breath. They sat up, following Marie's movements, straining himself against the handcuffs to give her a desperate kiss. "You're driving me crazy, Marie," Jordan whispered hoarsely, his lips brushing against hers with each word. Their bodies were pressed tightly together, his flesh mingling with hers in a perfect fusion of desire. She leaned into him, her tongue tracing the lines of his lips before delving inside to mingle with his own.

As they kissed, Jordan could feel Marie's breathing quicken, feel her own dripping arousal between as she pleasured herself with his thighs, a testament to her own need. Jordan pulled back from the kiss, a string of saliva connecting their lips and watched hungrily as Marie got off on his thigh.

With a growl, he tugged against the handcuffs, desperate to free himself and ravish her. But Marie just chuckled, her hips still moving in a slow pace as she leaned forward to kiss him again. "Not so fast, tiger," she teased, nipping at his bottom lip before pulling away. "Tryna have fun here."

He mewls, whimpering her name repeatedly, straining to feel her. His face was flushed, his eyes screwed shut getting caught up in the moment.

"Look at me."

He looked up at her with desperation burning in his eyes. As Jordan watched Marie pleasure herself with his thigh, he couldn't help but feel a wave of desire wash over him. He wanted to be the one giving her pleasure, wanted to see her come undone in his hands. He leaned into her, peppering sweet kisses along her jaw down to her neck before burying his face into the crook of her neck. "Marie, baby, can I fuck you? Please? I've been good just let me have you. Let me make you feel good," Jordan pleaded, his voice echoing in the room as the sound of their combined breathing filled the air.

Marie smiled softly, tracing a finger teasingly across his bottom lip before slowly moving it inside his lips. Jordan immediately latched his mouth around her finger, sucking it hungrily as if trying to draw every ounce of pleasure from it. He could taste the sweetness of her on his lips.

As Marie slowly released his lips from her finger, she quickly moved up, straddling Jordan's body. He could feel the wetness between her legs as she pushed herself against his throbbing erection.

"You're mine," Marie smiled, voice low and sultry. "All mine. Tell me. Tell me what I want to hear." Marie whispered into his ear, pulling it softly between her teeth.

Jordan answered with a small breathy moan. "Yours baby," Jordan choked, tears building in his eyes from pleasure. "Fuck 'm yours."

"Good," she replied simply, keeping eye contact as she slowly slid down his erection, dragging her wet folds over his shaft, causing him to moan in agony. She positioned herself above him, her eyes locked onto his. Jordan's muscles tightened as he felt the familiar sensation of Marie's body engulfing him, the warmth of her sex contrasting with the coolness of the restraints. He could feel himself being pulled deeper into this carnal dance, his mind fogging over as she began her slow and deliberate ride on his dick.

"Oh fuck, Marie," Jordan groaned, his voice breaking with each lustful cry.

Marie's eyes never left his as she rode him, her hips moving in a rhythmic pattern that drove Jordan wild. Every thrust brought him closer to the edge, every stroke of her hips sending electricity coursing through his veins. She leaned forward, her hands gripping his chest, the tips of her breasts barely brushing against his skin. Her eyes still locked with his, she began to move faster, harder, her breath coming in short gasps.

Jordan's heart raced, his muscles straining against the restraints as Marie rode him with an intensity he'd never experienced before. Her body moved in perfect synchronization with his, her every move calculated to bring him to the brink of ecstasy.

"Fuck," Jordan groaned, his voice ragged and desperate. "Remove the cuffs Marie. I need to touch you baby. Please."

Marie smiled, a wicked glint in her eyes. She reached over to the nightstand and grabbed the single key, unlocking the restraints with ease. Jordan's hands were free, and he wasted no time in pulling her close, wrapping his arms around her waist and holding her tightly to his body.

"Thank you baby," Jordan whispered hoarsely, his voice barely audible.

"Now fuck me."

Jordan eagerly obliged, his hips thrusting up to meet her every move, their bodies sliding together in perfect harmony. Their moans filled the room, mingling with the sounds of skin slapping against skin and the wetness of their joining.

Marie leaned forward, her head resting on Jordan's shoulder as he continued to thrust into her. Her nails dug into his back, her breath coming in short gasps.

"Harder, Jordan," she whispered, her voice barely a whisper. "Give it to me harder."

Jordan complied, thrusting deeper and harder, his balls slapping against the back of her ass. Marie's pussy clenched around his cock, milking him with a vice-like grip that sent shivers down his spine.

Marie's desperate cry for more. He felt her body tremble beneath him, the heat of her sex pulsing against his throbbing cock, her juices coating his shaft as she met his every thrust.

"I'm close, Jordan," Marie gasped, her voice almost inaudible against the sounds of their lovemaking. "I need you to... to finish me." Jordan's thrusts became more erratic, his movements unhinged and wild. Their bodies shook with every thrust, their skin painted with a sheen of sweat.

Jordan groaned, his muscles tightening as he felt his orgasm building within him. He couldn't hold back any longer. He thrust into her one last time, burying himself deep inside her, the sensation of her warm, wet walls enveloping him sending him over the edge.

As he came, he felt Marie's body shudder beneath him, her own release washing over her in waves of pleasure. He closed his eyes, his head thrown back as he rode out his orgasm, their bodies still connected in a tangle of limbs and passion. After a few moments, Jordan leaned forward with Marie, collapsing on top of Marie, both of them breathing heavily as they basked in the afterglow.

"That was... amazing," Marie said, her voice still shaky from their lovemaking.

Jordan chuckled, shifting into their smaller form nuzzling their face into her neck. “You can handcuff me any day at any fucking time.”

nothing random to add here. hope this was enjoyed

tagged: @genvtroll hopefully this is what you were looking for : )

ꜱᴇᴇ ʏ'ᴀʟʟ ʟᴀᴛᴇʀ! ʙᴇꜱɪᴛᴏꜱ

#gen v #limoreau #marie moreau #jordan li #jordan li x marie moreau #mariejordan #marie moreau x jordan li #gen v marie #gen v jordan #limoreau fic #smut #jordan x marie

[pupyuj]

omg pls stepcest with dom!yves (no gp) 🙏

ack, first ask and it's for one of my moon girls 🥺🥺

[cw: smut, stepcest, somnophilia, dubcon, bit of an age gap (not rlly implied nor is it important) but both are adults ofc.]

this is a bit self-indulgent but.. i'm thinking of something along the lines of having been 'family' for a year or two now, and you and yves are pretty close despite your differences. she's always been a bit reserved and cool around you, but she was also very, very sweet and affectionate. she often invites herself into your room, which you don't mind of course, and offers to do your makeup for you when you have somewhere to go, and you let her bcs yves' hands are so gentle :( and you like the feeling of having her so close, as well as seeing the satisfied smile on her face when you open your eyes :((

some people might say that the two of you are a bit too comfortable with each other what with yves always having an arm around your waist, or her face too close to yours, or the way she caresses your thigh whenever she's driving and you're on the passenger seat. you don't pay any mind to any of it though, because you loved your sister and you felt safe with her. but then things get weirder one night when yves comes home late from work stressed, and there was only one way she knew how to blow off that steam 🫣

to yves' luck, you were sleeping in her room that night bcs she has been gone all day, and you thought that being close to things that smelled like her would make you feel less lonely :(( yves climbing into the bed and immediately her hands are all over you :((( she's kissing your back, burying her face in your hair bcs your scent soothes her, and then sneaking her hands underneath your shirt and squeezing your breasts,,, her cold hands stir you awake, but you can't really comprehend what was happening yet so she lulls you back to sleep... thinking that you were safe and it was just your big sister cuddling you, you nearly fall back asleep.. until she slips a hand inside your shorts 😣😣

you were so exhausted, having been busy from work that day as well, so you couldn't really do anything to fight against yves even if you wanted to. but you were whining while she circled your clit, and you weakly tried to push her hand away but yves was persistent — she needed you, and she was going to get whatever she wants..

"just relax, baby. let me take care of you," she whispers as she slowly climbs on top of you, trapping you in between her and the mattress. she pulls your shorts and panties off easily, and she absolutely loves the sight of your pussy all wet for her even though you were half-asleep. then she's kissing your neck, leaving marks all over your skin and claiming what's always been hers.. again, you were whining at everything she was doing but made no effort to push her away...

"unnie.. stop..." you were saying while yves slowly inserted two fingers inside you. it didn't hurt. in fact, it felt too good, so yves couldn't take your complaints seriously when you were telling her to stop but opening up your legs wider yourself and bucking your hips into her fingers, desperate for her touch.

yves is a wildly unserious woman so i'd imagine she would be teasing you or literally make fun of you while she fingered you.. saying shit like—

"you've always wanted to get fucked by your big sister, right, baby? i've seen the way you've looked at me all these years..."

"you don't like this? even when you're dripping just for me?"

😳 her just burying her face in the crook of your neck while she fingered you, her pace and thrusts relentlessly pounding into your sweet spots. yves loving the way your moans sounded so she's just staring at your face, sometimes kissing you, but mostly she's just smiling, proud at herself for making her beloved little sister feel so good...

reaching your orgasm with a soft, quiet whine and coming down from your high with a whimper, looking up at your big sister while she loomed over you... only having just recovered from climaxing when yves shimmied down to put her face near your cunt, eyes hooded as she lapped up your cum... you'd think she was satisfied with what she's done for the night but no..

thank you for the ask! super excited to be writing for loona soon so keep an eye out for that 👀😚

#loona x reader #loona smut #ha sooyoung x reader #ha sooyoung smut #yves x reader #yves smut #girl group x reader #girl group smut #girl group imagines #ha sooyoung imagines #yves imagines #loona imagines

[134340am]

hmmm for the made up fic title game how about ‘double trouble, triple threat & a whole lot of love’ 👅

the first thing i thought of was the inarizaki three lmaoooo i m so down bad for them

nsfw — minors do not interact. f!reader x miya twins x sunarin

“look, she’s dripping. try it.” 

your hands fly to your face in embarrassment, tugging up the collar of your boyfriend’s jersey and pulling it up over your burning cheeks. you couldn’t care less about stretching the fabric out—not when there were not one, not two, but three men between your legs stretching you out.

or, at least, they’re about to.

osamu swipes a finger through your folds before popping said finger into his mouth—his hands are notably rougher than atsumu’s. meanwhile, the setter takes his time, circling your leaking hole lazily and only stopping when rintaro casts him an impatient look.

“‘s salty,” osamu speaks first. “‘nd a little sweet.”

“yeah, ‘s good.” atsumu pipes up, reaching out again for a second taste—only to whine in pain when rintaro swats his wandering hands away.

“wait, we won’t get shit done if you keep being greedy,” your boyfriend hisses at the blond, turning his attention back to you. “see this button?” rintaro flicks your clit with just the tip of his finger and you cry, back leaving the bed.

“it makes her back arch?” atsumu suggests.

“yeah, and it drives her absolutely crazy.” the sentence was punctuated with a quiet chuckle, one that can only belong to rintaro and no one else. it spells trouble. you peek down between your legs—still not used to the sight of there being people other than your lover in bed with you—but your eyes flutter close almost immediately as rintaro proceeds to rub your clit relentlessly. 

“fucking— slow down a little, rin!” you choke out, legs trembling in pleasure and clamping shut around his hand. 

“no can do, babe, we don’t have all day. ‘samu’s on evening shift, and ‘tsumu has practice later, right?” came your boyfriend’s voice, light and teasing.

“yeah, gotta go in an hour.”

“hurry up, sunarin.”

both twins, lying on their tummies and sandwiching your boyfriend in between, grab a knee each and pull your legs open once more. 

“yeah, yeah, okay. you heard the boys, sweetheart.” rintaro shifts closer to you, tossing you a mischievous grin as he cranes his neck to press a gentle kiss to your clit. though his demeanour was as playful as ever, you see the concern flashing in his yellow-gold eyes from between your legs. you nod at him, almost shyly, and the worry in his eyes fades into a lustful sheen.

“anyways, that’s the button on the outside,” he mutters. the twins nod. “the button on the inside, however...” 

rintaro pushes two rough fingers into your weeping hole, crooking them up at the sweet, spongy spot up front. your reaction was immediate—you arch off the bed again, hips bucking into his fingers and a desperate cry leaving your lips.

the sight of you sweaty and panting pleases your lover, for he rewards you with a gentle massage to the very same spot that elicited your reaction in the first place.

“there we go,” he chuckles amusedly. “that’s our pretty girl.”

send me a made-up fic title and i'll tell you what i would write to go with it!

#THIS IS NAUGHTY LOOK AWAYYYYYYY #sorry nana i..... i really indulged with this one #atsumu x reader #osamu x reader #suna x reader #suna smut #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu smut #going to hide now BYE #yuna writes #yuna after dark #ask yuna #beloved nana

[scoops-aboy86]

Cute hospital date shenanigans for the boys, and a brief shovel talk from Robin. 😊

Part 1, part 1.5, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9 of the love spell no go au

They do have their hospital cafeteria date a few weeks later, and the food is as terrible as Steve promised. Or it looks terrible, anyway; Eddie sticks to jello. Eventually Steve gives up on the saddest attempt at a club sandwich either of them has ever seen (and Eddie has been privy to Wayne’s half-hearted bachelor attempts in the kitchen for years), gets back in line, and comes back with a tray full to capacity with more jello cups. 

They attempt to treat them like jello shots until Eddie nearly busts a stitch laughing. Not quite, but It still hurts, and Steve keeps falling all over himself apologizing for the next half hour, but Eddie genuinely doesn’t care. It feels like he hasn’t been able to laugh like that in years, and before he’d grabbed his side and said “Ow” he thinks Steve looked more carefree than he’d seen him in… possibly ever. The existence of Upside Down had been weighing on him for years, and even though Eddie hadn’t known at the time he can tell that Steve holds himself differently now that it’s gone. In just the time Eddie has been awake, the dark smudges under his eyes have gotten lighter, less severe. 

And, Robin tells him one of the rare occasions Steve isn’t at his bedside, the obsessive jogging and workout sessions have tapered off. 

“Thank god,” Eddie groans, leaning theatrically back into his pillows as if in a swoon. “I don’t think my delicate constitution could handle it if he ever asked me to go for a run with him.” But really, he’s relieved that Steve isn’t pushing himself so hard, running himself ragged to prepare for a threat that has finally been put down for good. 

Robin snorts. “Yeah, I think we can safely rule out that happening. He pestered Dustin into helping him find books on physical therapy at the library though, so I’m pretty sure you’re still in for it.”

“… Okay, that sounds ominous.”

“Doesn’t it just.” She leans forward, eyes narrowing slightly. “The dingus is very invested in making sure you heal up as best you can, and I think you know what happens when he sets his mind to something. You’re going to get well to within an inch of your life, mister, and if you ever bitch enough to make him truly upset or feel unwanted in any way, I will destroy your fretting hand. Got it?”

Eddie swallows hard. “Loud and clear, Bucks.”

“Good!” Robin sits back, switching easily from deeply threatening to relaxed and smirking. “Now that that’s out of the way, I can tease you for being just as much of a romantic as he is. A love spell, really?”

That’s when Steve returns from the bathroom, overhears, and groans. “Rob, I hadn’t told him I told you yet! You’re making me look like a jackass…”

“No no, I knew what I was getting into with you two,” Eddie says, recovering from the threat Steve had missed and flashing him a grin—because he does. Even before he was clued in on all the monster hunting stuff, he’s seen how close Steve and Robin have become since last summer. It makes even more sense now that he knows about the Russians (and that as a lesbian and a bisexual dude they’d bonded over a shared appreciation of boobies) but he already knew they tell each other everything and support each other relentlessly, even if it’s something dumb. Maybe especially if it’s something dumb. 

And then he turns back to Robin with a gleam in his eye. 

“By the way, Bucks, you might want to get used to the door swinging both ways, because I heard about the time you screwed up the laundry and crawled in his window before dawn on a school day looking like a pink marshmallow peep trying to steal some of his clothes.”

Robin whips her head around towards Steve. “You swore you wouldn’t tell anyone about that!”

“Why are both of you doing this to me?” Steve asks with a pout. “What did I do?”

“You’re a gossip, sweetheart,” Eddie tells him with a grin. “But we both still love you, don’t worry. Here, you want my pudding cup?”

“I thought that was the only part of the shitty hospital meals you actually like,” Steve protests, but gamely comes over (via the side of the bed opposite of Robin, who sticks her tongue out at him) and settles himself carefully on the edge of the bed at Eddie’s side. 

“The meatloaf is marginally more edible than whatever that chicken casserole thing they usually serve. But we can share,” Eddie offers, and takes Steve’s pleased hum as his answer.

“You guys are going to give me a toothache,” Robin grumbles. 

Steve lifts his head a little. “Shit, that reminds me. Help me remember later to call the dentist?” He’s looking at Robin, but quickly redirects his attention as soon as Eddie nudges the pudding spoon against his lips. 

“Oh? What happened to Mr. Oh So Superior, ‘I never have to go to the dentist Robs, that whole summer eating ice cream and not one single cavity’?”

At the word ‘cavity,’ a tiny landslide of memory is triggered in the back of Eddie’s head and he clears his throat sheepishly. “Uh, that might’ve been me, actually. The not getting cavities after Scoops, and the, um, getting them again now.”

Steve pauses with his mouth full of a second spoonful, little traces of chocolate on his lips that Eddie is valiantly resisting licking right now. His “Mm-hmm?” sounds like it’s maybe meant to be a ‘Really?’

So Eddie explains some of his panicked spellcasting while Steve was missing beneath the mall. Steve and Robin keep exchanging these looks—”Was it to protect teeth or nails, Munson? Which one?” “Yeah, because I almost got a nail pulled off with Russian pliers, so maybe it was both” is a series of sentences that will haunt him for a long time—and by the time it’s over he’s promised to recast that spell for the entire Party. He declines to mention it’ll probably be a while before he has the energy for that and will leave him with a monster headache whenever he does, because they just saved the fucking world. And yeah, the government is flat out paying them not to tell anyone about it this time along with the usual NDAs, but they definitely deserve to exist free of dental expenses for the rest of their lives. 

Also by the end of the conversation, Steve has absentmindedly finished off the pudding. Eddie doesn’t even mind, just chuckles and kisses Steve’s nose when he tries to apologize, because he’d wanted his boy to have it anyway. 

Tag list (comment to be added): @hotluncheddie @8em-em-em8 @anaibis @connected-dots @lawrencebshoggoth

Part 11

#wg steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #robin buckley #love spell no go au #scoops words

[sopeiism]

“CRY FOR THE CAMERA.” : CHOSO KAMO !

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ “AY, PAPITO, HOLD STILL.”

⠀IN WHICH .. choso is feeling needy for the day. he wants no one but his lover who would do anything to help the man with the sultry lifestyle he chose to live; the woman aiding her man’s needs.

⠀GENRE .. camboy!choso xx dominant!reader. established relationship. smut. drabble (1.1k).

⠀CONTENTS .. mdni. nsfw. no plot/plotless. unprotected sex. bondage. gagging. choking. overstimulation. crying. voyeurism. handjob. blowjob. pet names (papito & baby). malebottom. femdom.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀WHIMPERS AND cries of ecstasy muffled against the woman’s lips whilst her tongue roamed the inside of her lovers mouth. Their lips moved in sync with one another, as if they were handcrafted just for each other.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Saliva coaxed their mouths like no other, Choso attempting to deepen the kiss any chance he got. Yet, [Y/N]’s stern grip on his collar held him against the leather seat of his desk chair. The way they were intertwined felt as if there’d be nothing that could pull them apart.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀How her fingers interlocked with the collar she buckled around his neck, pinning him beneath her with minimal strength; yet, he could barely fight against it. How her intoxicating scent clogged each and every sense of smell he had, nothing but pure coconut filling the aroma.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀The way she towered over him would be considered threatening, yet the man loved every bit about it. He adored the way she made him feel smaller, wanting nothing more than such.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀She was slouched above him, one hand’s finger curled into the collar he wore, her lips never leaving his as his tears stained his adorably bright red cheeks. Her opposite hand was grasping at the base of his dick, maneuvering up and down while precum trickled down the sides.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀The base of her thumb would rub through the slit of his tip, Choso’s mouth falling open ajar from the euphoric endurance it put him through. Each time her fingers glided across the prominent veins on his erection, his eyes would roll back even farther than before.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Cold shivers swirled up his spine anytime she caused any sort of friction against him, the man struggling relentlessly against the firm ropes that held his limbs in place; along his bare body. He’d cry and squirm in his chair, [Y/N] simply tugging on his collar each time, alerting him to behave himself for the camera.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀“Ay, papito, hold still.” the woman slurred against his lips, her voice alone causing more precum to find its way all over her fingers.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Tugging his bottom lip between her teeth just after, [Y/N] released her finger from the chain; smoothly wrapping her calloused hand around his neck and planting one last stern kiss against Choso’s lips.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Pulling away from the oh so desperate man below her, [Y/N] observed how he tried to follow after her lips— slyly grinning and pulling the corner of her bottom lip between her teeth. It surely was a sight for sore eyes how the man was a breathless mess, along with being tied up so intricately.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀His arms were pulled behind his back, broad chest and shoulders heaving up and down with every breath he took. It was picture perfect within [Y/N]’s eyes.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Glancing over at the camera Choso had delicately set up on his desk, [Y/N] reached for it and pulled it to her, showing off Choso’s state for all of his viewers to see. They were paying big bucks to watch her tease him, so she was going to make sure they got their fair share.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀“Just look at him. Crying because I won’t let him cum. Ay que lindo.” ( Oh how cute ) [Y/N] proded, biting down on her index finger’s nail while moving the camera close to Choso’s face so the viewers saw exactly how rosy his cheeks were.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀After a moment, the woman gently placed the tripod back on the desk and shoved the cloth back into Choso’s mouth, kissing his cheek just after.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀[Y/N] began to gradually lower herself on her knees in front of Choso, her hands gliding down his thighs with the tips of her acrylics grazing his blazing skin ever so slightly. The soft touch of them had Choso subconsciously bucking his hips, whines dragging out of his mouth all the while.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀His moans and groans were muffled by the cloth [Y/N] shoved into his mouth, the man biting down on it whilst he watched his lover tease him more than she already has.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Once the base of her tongue made contact with the bottom of his dick, the cold metallic ball of her tongue piercing shot needles through the man’s skin, sighs of relief mumbling between the ruffles of the gag. [Y/N] giggled to herself at the reaction she earned from her simple action, proceeding to drag her tongue along his erection.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀When she got to the tip, she only took half of it in her mouth and allowed her tongue to swirl the slit of it. Gazing up at Choso through her lashes; the rest of her hands pumping and twisting the base of his dick. It was thick, veins coating it and protruding the sides, the length anything but small.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀The woman kept her throat nice and relaxed for her man, taking him deeper and deeper in with every other head bob. Slick began to build up all along the sides of his length, the liquids causing [Y/N]’s fingers to glisten under the LED lights that decorated the office room.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀”O-Oh- fuck! baby! P-P-Please- A-h p-please let me come. Please, oh- fuck! Please!” Choso managed to cry out in pleasure in between moans after alas pushing the cloth from between his teeth.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀All [Y/N] could do was laugh at the man’s patheticness, watching as genuine tears rolled down his burning face that was beat red.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Each time the tip of his dick hit the back of her throat, her gagged reactions would cause vibrations to ricochet all across Choso’s length, earning hip bucks in return. The reaction would proceed to cause [Y/N] to continue to gag, the cycle repeating itself whilst she repeatedly moved her head along his erection.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Before the woman had any time to react to such an abrupt hip buck from Choso, his hot sticky substance decorated all over the inside of her mouth and traveled down her throat. His load was huge, thanks to all the teasing and taunting caused by yours truly.

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[abarbaricyalp]

Wolf and Falcon

I had ten thousand fics started for Christmas and this is the only one I finished Did you know in "Baby, It's Cold Outside" the characters are called Wolf and Mouse? Just a fun little tidbit AO3 Link

It was among Bucky’s favorite things to tease Sam relentlessly when Sam complained about the winter weather of Louisiana. Despite having lived in DC for years and having spent a fair number of terrible winter days in New York with Steve, and a handful of other locales, Sam had not shaken the habit of complaining as soon as the temperatures dipped below 55 degrees.

He was doing it now, as he fiddled with his jacket, thrown over his arm instead of on his shoulders. It was just so damn cold outside and so damn warm in Bucky’s cozy little house. He’d bought it a little over a year ago, enough months after the Flagsmashers that it wasn’t so absurd he’d move to Sam’s hometown. He’d given it a trial run and decided he liked the place and moved down too. Nothing else to see there.

Now, Sam was staring at the decorative figurines that lined the mantle place of his fake chimney like he’d never seen the knick-knacks before, like most of them weren’t his or bought by him. Bucky had no sense of style or taste and he still had those old 30s sensibilities to buy things like they were rationed.

“Just stay,” Bucky offered after Sam had picked up a wise man and put it down three times. He took Sam’s coat and tossed it back over the couch.

“Nah, I can’t,” Sam insisted again. The back and forth had stretched into its first half hour, but the cold at the door gave it a good longevity. That…and the fact that Sam kind of did want to stay. “Sarah’s expecting me back.”

“Sarah knows you’re with me,” Bucky sighed. “She knows you’re fine. Come on.” He reached for Sam’s wrist, pulled him back from the wall and wrapped Sam in his arms loosely.

God, he was so warm. This was entirely unfair. Sam dropped his face down to Bucky’s shoulder and hugged Bucky back as Bucky picked up the easy slow dance they’d been sharing before Sam had said he should head out for the third or so time. He’d actually stepped away that time. Almost picked up his jacket.

And now they were back to dancing to Andy Williams or Dean Martin or Bing Crosby.

“Sarah knows I’m here,” Sam repeated. “She’ll get suspicious if I don’t come back. She’ll raise her eyebrows at me. Not even have to say a word.”

They hadn’t meant to hide it. Not really. Not at first. Was it even really hiding it if all they were doing wasn’t making a show of it? If you took out the white lies, they were being perfectly honest. It was just that, at first, it had happened really quickly. He and Bucky fell together like nothing had ever been more natural in the whole world. And Sam had dug his heels in in other places to try to fit some time in some other way. 

Then, the longer Bucky stuck around, the wilder the rumors got around each of them and both of them. Sam couldn’t stand the thought of proving any right or wrong, so they still hadn’t told anyone anything. The whole thing had just spiraled over the last year and a half. Sometimes it was fun. Sometimes it was stupid. Usually it was some mix of the two.

Like when he couldn't just give in to temptation and stay with Bucky.

“It’s freezing out there,” Bucky pointed out, a far cry from his usual teasing about northern winters. Funny how that worked. When he wanted something, he had the moral consistency of hot fudge.

But so did Sam, when the reward was Bucky sweeping them around the room and warming Sam down to the bone with all that super soldier body heat.

“This was a great night, Buck,” he murmured. Reluctantly, he stepped away from Bucky’s hold, causing them to stutter-step to a halt.

“Yeah,” Bucky agreed. “Feel like we’ve hardly spent any time here together. Alone.”

“Yeah, ‘cause you’re always crashing at Sarah’s,” Sam pointed out. “Which is where I’ve gotta get back to.”

Bucky’s hands fell to Sam’s. He brought them up to his mouth, kissing Sam’s knuckles slowly and melting Sam’s heart right down through his ribs and into the warm pit of his stomach. “Your hands are already like ice. Stay here a while longer.”

“I told the boys I’d…” Sam trailed off, not quite sure what it was he’d said he’d spend all evening doing. It seemed like a million miles away. The boys had certainly forgotten too. There was gossip at school he hadn’t heard about, a new level in a game they’d won, those thousand things that preoccupied little minds.

“Just a while more,” Bucky tempted.

“Another drink,” Sam gave in.

Bucky grinned a megawatt movie star smile and kissed the corner of Sam’s mouth. “I’ll pour something new. Put on another record. Fitzgerald.”

“It’s always Fitzgerald with you,” Sam teased. He crossed to Bucky’s ancient record player and swapped out the Crosby album for a Fitzgerald one. All of his holiday albums were lined up neatly on the top of the entertainment system, the paper and board sleeves flaking and warping with use. He was very particular about getting albums as close to the original pressings as possible. He wanted nothing to do with the modern fad. He hunted down albums that were practically kept in lead boxes with five plastic sleeves on them, and then he instantly began to use them, leaving them out in the open to show off and enjoy. More than one collector had blanched in horror to see Bucky instantly pull the album from its sleeve and touch it, spin it between his fingers, put it right up to his nose to examine all of the grooves.

Ella Fitzgerald’s voice picked up a few scratchy seconds after Sam put the needle down. It took him a few seconds to recognize her Jingle Bells. By the time he did, Bucky had swept him into a fast pace swing dance. Sam hadn’t known how to dance like this before he met Bucky, but he’d had no choice but to learn. Not if he wanted to maintain his status as the prime dancer between the two of them.

Really, this whole affair had started with a dance, if he was being honest. And everything since then had been one too.

Sam missed a step, tripped over his own feet and then Bucky’s, but Bucky was there to catch him, swing him low in a dip. “Now look at you,” he breathed, still grinning like an advertisement. “Those are some starlight eyes.”

Sam dropped his head back, closing his eyes so he could roll them without Bucky seeing. He’d still know. He always knew. But still. “I’ve gotta go home, no matter how sweet you get.”

Bucky pulled Sam back upright only to drop him on the couch, dropping himself next to Sam and pressing in closer, his arm around Sam’s shoulders, their bodies pressed together down their sides. Bucky was turned in towards Sam, like he always sat when he had the chance. It was practically impossible that no one had figured them out yet.

Bucky hooked a knuckle under Sam’s chin and tilted his head up to kiss him gently. Every movement was a spell Sam was incapable of getting out from under. Not that he really wanted to anyway.

“At least I can say that I tried,” he offered softly.

“What’s the sense in hurting my pride?”

Sam laughed and pushed Bucky back into the couch, shifting to straddle his thighs. He pushed his fingers through Bucky’s hair. He’d been growing it out again and trying out a whole bathroom sink worth of new products, but after a night of cooking and drinking and dancing, it was just a damp swoop around his face. Sam pushed it back, tilted his head back at the same time. Bucky looked up at him with those wide, adoring winter blue eyes.

“I’ve got to go,” Sam tried again.

Bucky reached to the side and brought back a glass of whiskey. “Get warm first at least.”

And Sam was plenty warm. He was warm from the drinks and he was warm from Bucky’s body heat and he was warm from pure joy. It felt like a full fire in his chest and stomach, one he couldn’t, and wouldn’t, put out. 

“Every nosy auntie is already conspiring,” he warned.

Bucky’s hands trailed up Sam’s shirt, tracing along his spine softly. “It’s practically a blizzard,” he teased. It was not even windy. “You have to stay here. For your own safety. Imagine what they’d say if you got pneumonia and time.”

“That might be true,” Sam conceded. “How will you possibly survive all the old ladies talkin’ about something other than how handsome and sweet you are?”

“Think about how awful I’ll feel if I let you outta here into that and you die,” Bucky tried instead.

Sam shivered a little as Bucky’s fingers trailed over his shoulders, down his shoulder blades, his ribs, back to his hips.

“How awful would you feel?” Sam tempted. “Stroke my ego a little, Barnes.”

“Stay the night and I’ll stroke whatever you want, Wilson.”

“It is really cold,” Sam supposed, glancing to the window. The sun had set a while ago. The street lights were a warm glow, but only highlighted how cool the air must be, all the trees nothing more than naked reaching limbs.

“Your truck isn’t even gonna start,” Bucky agreed.

“It’s so much safer to just stay here.”

“I’m just thinking of your wellbeing.”

“And it’d be rude to leave this drink undrunk.”

“Always better to drink with friends.”

“Baby, it’s cold outside.” Sam grinned at Bucky and Bucky finally surged upwards to kiss him, pulling them both down onto the couch.

Outside, the weather was just frightful, but inside the fire was so delightful.

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[karimwillia]

Those innocent eyes…That smile on your face…Makes it easy to trust you…If they only knew…The girl with the tattoo…Like I do

Warning 18+ Smut

Riri is holding Shuri’s gaze, causing her heart to race. There is a rush in her ears from the blood in her veins. Reeling from what just transpired. “I-I…hmm come in.” With a small shift of her body weight Riri allows Shuri to gracefully stalk past her into her room. Everything about Shuri floods Ri’s senses. Her smell, the fluid motion of her body, how her tattoos look on her skin uncovered by sleeves, the look in her eye. It was all so intoxicating. No words could be exchanged in the split second before there was a weight and pressure on her body and lips. Shuri’s lips moved as if they were devouring a meal after days of starvation. Her strong and nimble hands move along Ri’s frame removing what little clothing separating them. Riri grounds herself by gripping onto Shuri's muscular frame.

Ri can’t help the moans and how her body trembles with anticipation of what’s next. The pressure moves along her jawline to her throat as Shuri growls low against her skin. As if a silent alert goes off both women open their eyes in sync. Their gazes lock, lighting a fire within. The intensity commanded each other’s full attention giving them the feeling that time has stopped. Riri is now lofted above the Panther with her legs folded around her slender frame. They are moving toward the bed.

“Fuck Baby” Shuri groans as Riri grips her curls firmly. Her mouth is exploring places on Ri she only envisioned in her dreams.

Moans and high pitched panting fills the air as each sensation feels more electrifying then the last. “S Sh Shuri pp pl please” Ri is able to breathe out as she is laid in the bed with legs perfectly ajar for the Panther. Shuri kisses along her abdomen down to where her hips meet her thighs. “Please What Baby?” Once again Ri has an intense gaze on her as the deep sound of Shuri’s voice reaches her ears. “I will give whatever you want but you have to ask.” Shuri kissed and took small bites on her upper thighs as she made the statement. Riri’s hips bucked upward into Shuri’s face during the calculated teasing.

She didn’t know how to do this or what to ask for. The image of Shuri looking up at her from between her thighs was seared into her mind. The passion, the desire, the admiration and dare she say love and lust in the Royal’s eyes was loud. Riri reached and Shuri laced their fingers. “I…I want to cum Baby.” This was the request Shuri must deliver on.

The perfect pressure from Shuri’s tongue was placed on the little bundle of nerves to start the activities. Riri moved to keep the friction as the licking made it to a medium pace. Sinful sounds were the background music to Riri’s pleasure. Moans and occasional statements of praise signaled that everything was going to plan. A small position change allowed the royal to use her fingers reaching for and finding the sensitive spongy tissue within. The sound that elected sparked the pace to overdrive. Riri twists and turns underneath Shuri as she is relentlessly working to fill the request. Small circular licks to her clit and the fingers combination soon sent Ri to her edge.

“Aaaaahhh Fuck Ssss Shuriii” The breathless pants spurred on the royal. “Nkosazana keep coming.” Shuri pulls away to speak to Riri then with an open mouth sucks on Riri’s clit and bites. The orgasm took over her fast. Riri gripped whatever she could, mostly Shuri’s hair. Before her vision began to blur. Shuri aims to please and then some. This prompts her to continue as her Love’s high came down. Overstimulation came quickly. “Please Baby just kiss me.” Riri whined out. Shuri laughs “Ok Baby I will. You did so well.”

The gaze returns once more but there is a softness to it this time. Ri runs her hands along the fine lines of Shuri’s tattoos as she gets a moment to touch and explore Shuri’s body. The kiss starts lasting sometime. It is sweet and full of love. Shuri has turned them over so Riri is on her chest before they drift to sleep. This has to be what heaven is like.

The next morning once they washed and readied for the day. They could not help but steal calculated glances across the lab. The looks carried more to them than just longing and admiration. There was desire, recognition, love and small amounts of lust to them. Riri is looking on as Shuri is talking to one of her lab engineers. She is happy and bubbly during the conversation.

Riri loves to see her this way. To be honest she loves to see Shuri in every way but if she’s being honest she doesn’t want anyone else to know the Shuri from her room last night. She wanted that for her ONLY.

@somethingcleaverandwhitty @neptoons1998 @shuriris-stuff @cupidzboww

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[alcoholfreenayeon]

Karina has a kink of her husband having sex with her and cuming in her while she is asleep. How would it play out? What positions and things will occur?

It would start out the night before, where Karina tease her husband relentlessly but wouldn’t let him do anything until she’s tired and is about to sleep when she whispers to him that even though he’s not allowed to do anything right now, he’s free to do what he wants in the morning.

Of course most people wouldn’t think twice about that offer and her husband wouldn’t either.

In the morning, he would be all over her, caressing and feeling her up and when he finally enters her, that’s when she would wake up in surprise, her first instinct being to close her legs together only to realize she can’t. That’s when shocks of pleasure hit her and she bites her lips, giving her husband fuck me eyes.

Her husband is the one in control now and he smirks at her, waiting for her to plead for what she wants. However, after a long and tiring week Karina isn’t in the mood for games, not anymore, not in this situation. She grabs his cheeks with both hands bringing his face close to hers and makes out aggressively for a few moments.

“I need you to FUCK me right now”,she growls in his ears.

That’s all he needs to hear before he begins pounding her. It doesn’t take long for him to get close to his climax which causes him to thrust harder and faster, a cue which Karina is all too familiar with and wraps her legs around him trying to keep him as close to her as possible, as deep as possible. Moments later, he reaches his climax, exploding inside her and filling her up.

Panting and gasping in each other’s embrace, he leans in to kiss her only for Karina to cup his cheek and state that he dare not think it’s over before rolling and getting on top on him. She then grabs his arms and pins them to his side and begins riding him. As she grinds, he can’t help but buck his hips every few moments trying to reach deeper. This goes on for a few minutes before she reaches her climax and causing him to finish again as well. Panting she collapses on top of him, satisfied and tired.

Not a bad way to start the day but they both might need some more rest after this.

#aespa karina #aespa #aespa smut #aespa scenarios #karina smut #anon ask #kpop scenarios

[86-babyy]

Make Me Lose Control.

Summary:- You and Eddie are just hanging out with the group when a song comes on that reminds you of a certain memory.

T/W:- Smut. Cute. Dirty Talk. Unprotected sex. Fingering. Oral. Praise kink. Drug use.

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Legs hanging on either side of his, you had sat like this a million times before causally mid conversation as Dustin rambled on about some new theory he had conjured up. Eddie’s left arm loosely wrapped around your waist as he expressed his excitement towards Dustin.

It was Friday night, nothing out of the ordinary. You, Eddie and the rest of the D&D group all crowded around the table. Music sang through the background around you as the conversation flowed between each other.

Taking more than her share, had me fighting for air. She told me to come, but I was already there.

The lyrics hung hot in the air, clear as day breaking through the chaos of words being passed around you. Subconsciously you tense, your thighs tightening around Eddie’s leg. Your stomach flipping in circles as your rigid frame froze within his lap.

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Carpet brushed beneath your feet as you twisted on your toes, the joint hanging from your fingertips as you danced around Eddie’s living room. AC/DC blasted through the record player, a cloud of smoke lingering in your movements as you spun around. Eddie watched from a distance, sat spread legged- arms behind his head on the couch. Amusement hinting in his eyes as he watched you move so effortlessly in front of him, watching your skirt fan out as you spun around, softly bringing the joint back to your lips.

“Come dance with me.” You pleaded, arms out stretched, that giddy smile across your lips that Eddie loved so much.

With a slight huff he raised to his feet, dimples creased his cheeks as he walked towards you.

“I think you’ve had enough..” He cocked an eyebrow, leaning closer, so much so you swore you could see your reflection in those pools of brown. “I don’t dance, sweetheart.”

Lips turning into a playful smirk as he plucked the joint from your lips, bringing it to his own with a sharp inhale turning on his heel and placing himself back where he started.

“That’s not true..” Arms crossed you follow him back, legs swung over as you placed yourself in his lap. Raised eyebrows sparked curiosity from him as he tilted his head. “I seen you once.” You grinned, reaching out and taking the joint back from him.

See, you and Eddie had been best friends since you could remember. Every waking hour through summer you’d spend together, growing and never the less getting into more trouble together as you both grew up. Simple gestures, kiss on the cheeks, mindlessly hand holding and sitting on each other’s lap never sparked nothing more than that you both were utterly and completely comfortable with each other. Nothing was ever sort out past friendship and it didn’t seem to be odd how you both were with one another. It felt normal, it felt right.

Eddie coughed a laugh in disbelief, shaking his head. His hand placed on your waist, fingertips creeping up as he teased your sides. Doubling over, the smoke caught in your throat as Eddie’s fingers tickled your sides. You toss the burnt out joint aside. Face buried into his neck as you wiggled and squirmed, relentlessly trying to free yourself from his grip.

“Eddie..” You breathed, hot against his throat, your words stretched like a whimpering moan. Your hips bucking as you twisted and though his fingers still poked the soft parts of your sides you couldn’t ignore the harsh seam of his jeans rubbing between your legs. The more you moved, the worse it got. The rough material creating enough pressure to seep through your own clothing spreading warmth radiating through you.

Working double time on the seduction line. She's one of a kind, she's just mine, all mine.

The lyrics hummed in the background.

“Eddie, please.. I can’t..” You cried, whimpering into him. You could feel your arms clamping around his neck. You could feel yours growing wetter. The thin material of your underwear getting damp and you’re sure if he continued that it would soon seep through and onto his leg. You tried to shift but as you did, you felt it. Scared to look up, you simply bit the bottom of your lip groaning but it was apparent that you could very much feel his cock beneath you, twitching with every jerk your body made, sending you deeper into what was no longer fits of laughter but a mixture of pleasure.

Eddie silently laughed to himself, watching you squirm as he toyed with you. But as soon as his name came rolling off your tongue in that tone that sent shivers down his spine he had to hold the grunt that nearly escaped his lips. Luckily you were face first, buried into the nook of his neck so that the pink flush that coloured his cheeks couldn’t be seen and by this time the friction had caused a noticeable heat between you and him. The whimpers dancing across his skin as you begged words into his ear had his cock straining through his jeans. He tried to shuffle but to no avail, nothing was going to hide it now.

He settled his hands back down to your waist, fingertips still dug softly into your skin. Drawn back you hold yourself steady gripping his shoulders as you took the first glance at his face. Strands of hair stuck to his cheeks, flushed and red. His chest heavy as you watched it rise and fall, catching his breath.

“That was..” You breathed, flashing a small smile. “Wasn’t very nice.”

He laughed, lips curled into a lazy smile. The air thick with tension as you both sat there, catching whatever air would fall into your lungs, eyes never drawing apart.

Yeah, you shook me. Yeah, you shook me all night long.

The last of the lyrics drowned out around you and without second guessing you lent forward pressing your lips to his, hands snaked behind your head pulling you closer. Lost in the moment, his fingers twisting in your hair, his body pressed to yours- Fuck he felt so good.

Fingers moved from your hair back to your waist, digging a little more needy this time as he traced open mouth kisses along your jaw, trailing down your neck. Your arms hung loosely around his neck, arching back to allow further access.

“Mm.. Y/N.” Eddie moaned against your skin, hands slipping from your waist to your thighs. You could feel the pinch from his rings, cold as they brushed your flushed exterior. He looks up softly, eyes searching yours for some kind of sign. With a gentle nod you smiled back, shifting so your legs opened a little wider.

You felt his fingertips disappear under the hem of your skirt, tracing the lace of your underwear before feeling that all to well buzz as he made small circles over your clit. Soft motions as he teased your pussy, agonisingly slow. You were sure he was enjoying the whimpers as you moved your hips to join his fingers. One hand still hung around his neck, the other placed behind you on his knee as he slipped your underwear to the side, pushing and teasing your hole.

“Yes Eddie.. More!” You pleaded as he inserted a finger, curling and fucking you at a steady pace. He watched as you arched to his touch, hand slinked around your waist as you rode his fingers. The way your lips parted perfectly, the rise and fall of your breasts under your shirt, threatening to stretch the fabric every time you cried out. You could feel the feeling in the pit of your stomach, hanging heavy as you reached forward clinging onto his shoulders, burrowing your face into his neck.

“You like that, princess?” He groaned, running a thumb across your clit emitting a gasp from your lips. “You make me go crazy.” He mumbles as he connects his lips back to your neck.

“Make me lose control..” You practically beg.

That was all the permission he needed. Eddie slipped his fingers gracefully from your pussy, hooking his fingers into the sides of your underwear he slips one leg out, then the other. You weren’t to sure how he managed to skilfully remove them with you still sat upon his lap but here you were.

Eddie ran his hands up your thighs. “Look at me, princess.” He gestures. You lift your head, eyes locked his with a lust lingering deep within his pools of brown that sparked a hunger you had never seen from him before. His hands grip your ass as he stands up, instinctively you wrap your legs around his waist as he walks down the small hallway towards his bedroom. Eddie brings you to your feet, holding steady as you gain your balance.

“Am I yours, Eddie?” You basically moan your words, slow and dragged out and you watch as Eddie cocks an eyebrow, a smile creeping across his face that’s nothing short of trouble. This wasn’t his first rodeo and it sure as hell wasn’t yours either but the curious side of yours wanted to dip your toes, find out what made him fire up.

Eddie is sweet. His exuberant personality and live wire energy was something to be adored but very few knew just how caring and down to earth he really was. He was like a little kid at times with his boyish antics and sweet charm, rarely would you ever see him angry or violent. It just wasn’t him. But you would be lying if you weren’t curious to know if he had a dark side. A true lust for sin as he had for life.

“You will be.” He growled a throaty moan, fingers working his belt buckle.

You pry his fingers away, replacing them with your own as you slid the leather from the loops of his jeans. The imprint of his cock inches from you as you knelt before him, pulling his jeans to his ankles. His boxers hastily followed, springing his cock to life. Eddie was big and you thought for a second how exactly it would fit. You run you tongue along the side of his length, soft lips wrapped around his cock, sucking slowly as you swallowed his cock, awarding a noticeable moan followed by a harsh Fuck as your nose touched the small of his pelvis.

You hollow your cheeks as you keep a steady pace, twirling and twisting your tongue along his cock.

“Fuck, just like that..” He bucks his hips to your rhythm, sloppy sucks echo the room. Ravelling in the sweet grunts emerging from his lips as he praises comments between gritted teeth. “You’re so fucking good.”

You draw his cock from your lips ending in a soft pop as he pulls you to your feet, bending slightly and hooking your thighs over his forearms. You wince silently as your back hits the wall, his cock lined perfectly at your entrance. His eyes burn straight through you and your pussy twitches at the excitement. You wrap your arms around his neck and give a sly wink granting him access as you feel him push into you, inch by inch stretching your pussy around him.

“Ah fuck, Eddie..” You gasp, head forward resting on his shoulder. You feel him draw back out, slow and steady.. You whimper, trying to gain more friction.

His fingers cling tightly at your thighs as he speeds up. His cock slamming without mercy. You feel every inch, his tip rubbing your sweet spot sending jolts of lightening through your nerves.

“Is this what you want, baby girl?” He breathes, your back now thumping against the wall. Pain masked by pleasure as your walls tighten around him. “Look at me..” He encourages. You lift your face from his chest, skin glistening with sweat as you watch his lips curl into a smile. “That’s it, baby. I want to watch that pretty face while I fuck you.”

You take your bottom lip between your teeth. “Fuck.. Eddie, yes. Fuck me.” You moan. He watches as your lips part, eyes flutter as you gasp for air.

His hips are pounding at a dangerous pace and you can feel your climax building. The endless strings of slurs spilling from your mouth as the warmth spreads from your toes upwards.

“I’m so close.. Eddie don’t stop.. please, fuck yes.” You cry out, eyes locked into his as you claw at his shoulders. You are sure that’s going to leave marks but it didn’t seem neither you nor him cared.

“Cum for me, baby. You’re such a good girl.” He reaches forward lips connecting with yours as his tongue forces it’s way inside. Hot and heavy, you moan into him.

Your legs start to twitch and he can feel your orgasm building, your pussy clenched around his cock.

“That’s it baby girl, so fucking good.” He groans against your lips. And you cling desperately to him.

“Cum with me..” You beg. “Fill me up.”

You feel his rhythm hinge at your words. “I- I’m coming.” He groans, as you feel that all welcoming feeling wash over you. His warmth filling you as he slowly fucks your orgasm out.

Slowly pulling out, he carries you over to the bed, still placed in his arms, he lowers you down and falls beside you. Fingers fumble to find yours and intwine as you glance at him. You receive a warm smile and a little chuckle as he pulls you too him, one hand stroking the small of your back.

You laid wrapped up in his arms, unsure to speak or just marvel in the moment. Just on cue, like he can hear your brain working overtime, Eddie chimes in.

“Nothing is going to change. I still love you all the same.”

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You hadn’t meant to be so obvious as you scanned the room, no one looked out of place, Dustin was still ranting, Mikes failing arms in protest, you heaved a sigh as you realised no one had noticed.

No one noticed but Eddie did.

His fingertips dug tightly into your waist, a small sign that he was thinking exactly what you were.

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[scftpetalls]

      —— 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐀 𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐍  & aeron      au.  arranged marriage.        with. @pertinaxism​​      prompt: ( caught!perform )  for the sender to be intimate solo while the receiver watches.

he had slipped early from his bath , having intended to soak for longer but too restless to sit quietly , aeron had dried and dressed himself and made the short way to the chambers he shared with his now wife viserra.    he was still getting used to referring to her as that , but it reasoned it was all so new , aeron paused though when he heard a quiet moan , followed by another one but this one a touch less muffled.     as quiet as possible , illicitly curious now , he slipped inside and took great care in closing the door behind him.   his bare feet more or less soundless as he followed the clear sounds of pleasure that seemed to waft from the curtain-draped bed.   the sheer fabric gave a perfect silhouette as he paused carefully at the corner — her knees cocked sightly up and parted , the arch of her back and her head tossed back in the pillows , her breasts stood out as she arched and gasped ... he was already swelling in his pants when a pleased smile crossed his features at the sight , palming his cock as he watched his new wife tease and pleasure herself.    his niece was still shy in this realm ... which he understood & expected for a young woman who’s maidenhood had been given up on their wedding night barely a month earlier. to see her like this , freer and enjoying her body — his eyes glittered with lust , blood thundering in his veins as he savoured the unintentional show.

aeron quietly slipped out of the robe he’d worn from the baths , leaving him in just his loose small clothes and edged closer so he could see through the parted curtains unobstructed — her eyes were closed , making the illicit intimate yet unintentional show all the more thrilling.   he freed himself from the fabric and wrapped a hand around the straining hardness of his cock , stroking slowly and deliberately as he raked his eyes from her face , to her breasts and the taught nipples , following her arm down between her spread thighs — her knees fallen open now.   he gripped the base of his cock and bit his lip against a moan ,  gazing hungrily as two of viserra’s dainty fingers thrust insistently into her cunt — her hips rising to meet each movement.   aeron peered on , thumb spreading his pre-arousal around the sensitive head of his cock , her other hand moving to cup her breast and tease one of the dainty nubs he desperately wished he could wrap his lips around.   the litany of sounds , rising and falling as she pleasured herself , made him feel hot all over — almost making him want to break his cover.  almost.

she let out a particularly loud gasp , and his eyes flicked back as he watched he bury her fingers as deep as possible , and toy with her clit as she did so.  watching her chase down her own release , teasing herself and frustrating herself all in one was a treat he’d have to inquire to see again.   then her hand was moving at a frantic pace , the other pinching and rolling her nipple as he fingers slipped into her cunt relentlessly ...  aeron quickened his own pace in turn , eagerly waiting for his niece to climax before him —  and then she moaned , almost whined , one of the phrases that always seemed to break him (whether she knew that yet or not);  “uncle , please—”  her tone dripping with neediness and arousal , brow creased in a concentrated expression as she bucked her hips against her fingers.    he gripped hard at the base of his cock then , halting the approach of his own orgasm , and instead quickly moved from his place to the bed and ... before she could pull herself out of the haze she had been in ; aeron knew she was close to her climax , but he couldn’t help but move her hand away in favour of wrapping his lips around the sensitive little clit and thrusting two of his much larger fingers into her dripping , deliciously tight cunt with swift ease ... not even giving her a moment to understand as he matched her prior pace and mercilessly flicked his tongue against her nub —  first he’d taste her as she shook and trembled on his fingers and against his tongue , and then he’d gather her close and slide himself into her whilst she was too sensitive to breathe.

#AERON. + how quickly you became all mine. ( au. arranged marriage with. viserra velaryon ) #pertinaxism

[ablazenqueen]

Okay but we’re all sleeping on the potential of a Buck/Lena friendship:

(I mean, look at the way she smiles at him, doesn’t it just scream “I’m gonna adopt this dumb bisexual himbo.”?)

Buck is initially jealous and resentful because Lena temporarily takes his spot in the Firefam and as Eddie’s closest friend, but he eventually warms up to her because she’s actually a really loyal, giving friend and a badass firefighter who loves her team just as much as he loves his. And of course, they bond over their friendship with Eddie.

Lena finds out about Buck’s obvious crush and reassures him that no she has no romantic interest in Eddie. When Buck gets offended and demands to know why because “Eddie’s a catch!”, she laughs in his face and tells him she’s gay and “It sounds like you might be too.”

Lena tells Buck all about how upset Eddie was not to see him during the lawsuit and how much Eddie talks about him when he’s not around. Buck teases Eddie about it and Eddie fumbles for excuses and protests because he doesn’t talk about Buck that much (Lena very much disagrees).

Eddie and Ana date and Buck is crushed. Lena sympathizes but tries to remain supportive towards both of her friends. But then Eddie introduces Buck and Lena to Ana (because they’re his two best friends) and Lena has an immediate “oh no, she’s hot” reaction. So now Buck is pining over Eddie and Lena is pining over Ana and it’s a mess. They get drunk and vent to each other about it.

Buck and Lena relentless teasing each other, especially once Eddie and Ana break up: “Ugh, you two are nauseating. When are you finally going to ask him out?” “When are you finally going to ask her out?” “Okay, touché.”

Buck and Lena harmlessly threatening each other because they know too much: “Guests do the dishes, house rules.” “You’re a guest too, you should help.” “Nice try but I’m not actually a guest, this is Eddie’s.” “If you don’t help me do the dishes, I’m telling him about your big fat crush on him.” “...fine.”

Eddie not-so-subtly asks Lena if there’s anything going on between her and Buck, and Lena just goes, “Oh my god, not this again.” When he asks what that’s supposed to mean, she tells him to man up and just ask Buck out already, for the love of god, Eddie!

And this moment when he finally takes her advice:

#alternatively both buck and eddie tell lena about their crushes on each other and she just sighs ‘why me?’ #I want buck to be platonic besties with lena and taylor and for them to tease him about eddie #but also just let him have female friends PLEASE #is that too much to ask? #and it would add a little ✨​bisexual lesbian solidarity✨ which is everything #also I want lena and buck (as eddie’s two besties) to meet his gf and for lena to immediately go ‘oh no she’s hot’ #and her and buck to relentlessly tease each other #and when eddie and ana break up buck and lena both try to wing(wo)man each other #with mixed results #why am I so invested in a ship between two characters who have literally never interacted in canon? #that’s a good question #do I have an answer? #no #no I do not #buddie #lenana #(look they even have a perfect ship name! you can pry this ship from my cold dead hands!) #evan ‘buck’ buckley #eddie diaz #lena bosko #ana flores #911 fox #*my stuff #art refs by croxovergoddess

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shared moments [ bobby nash ]

⋯ SUMMARY ; a soft moment between you, bobby and the rest of the firehouse

⋯ PROMPT ; [ little things eight ] you and your lover sitting next to each other at the table and they rest their hand on your thigh, gently rubbing their thumb back and forth

⋯ WARNINGS ; gn!reader + general fluff [ some light teasing, bring up an embarrassing event + gentle kissing ]

it had been a long shift -- one of those that had seemed to drag on into forever. call after call came through the firehouse and over the radio as you and your truck were called to different scenes to assist or provide aid.

lucky, bobby had been smart to throw dinner together with the hopes of having a good meal before the shift came to an end. so, when there seemed to be peaceful moment, all of shift quickly gather around the table to enjoy an actual meal. not something quick from the pantry.

you had settled in next to bobby, who sat at the head of the table, and hen, who sat to your right. everyone had quickly settled in with their plates and began eating as if the alarm would go off any second.

the room had erupted into a string of mess as everyone quickly delved into conversation with those beside them. getting up to date on personal aspects and other happenings. you had turned to hen, who had taken to telling you all about how her foster, nina, was doing now that she was all settled into the house.

you smiled as hen talked about how easily nina seemed to fit into the fold of their little family -- already seeing how quickly denny had taken to having a little sister, no matter how much she seemed to annoy him from time to time.

as she spoke, a hand slid atop your thigh, resting comfortably just above your knee. for a brief moment, you glanced away from hen, eyes flitting over towards bobby. his eyes met your raised expression, shrugging softly to answer your silent question before turning back to his conversation with chimney.

you smiled softly to yourself, turning back towards hen. only realizing seconds later that hen had paused the conversation entirely to watch the short exchange between you and the captain, “what?” you question as your face heats in embarrassment. hen simply shakes her head with a light chuckle, “nothing.” stated in defense before asking to continue the conversation from earlier, and picking up where she had left off.

you listen intently, almost blocking out the rest of the general grumble from the other firefighters as hen delves more into what’s been going on for the past few weeks -- wanting to share every little detail. at some point, bobby’s thumb moves. gently brushing over the top of your knee in a comforting motion. a gentle sigh leaving your lips as you relax -- something hen notes before asking of anything new in your life.

“oh, as if bobby hasn’t already told you all at some point.” you muse, turning the second you hear him scoff behind you, playfully narrowing his eyes as he shakes his head, “i haven’t told them anything.” bobby states in defiance, crossing his arms over his chest with a smug smile. you quickly turn toward hen with a wondering look, “he told us about the pizza and the oven.”

your eyes widen as your face heats more, and you turn toward bobby with an embarrassed expression, “you told her about that?!” you fume as the scene from the previous night plays in your head -- you, pulling the pizza out of the oven. only for it to slip from the pan and onto the floor. and seconds later as you somehow slip on your own two feet, landing against the oven and pulling it down against the floor.

bobby had quickly rushed to your side to make sure you were okay and that there was no danger of starting a fire anytime soon before he erupted into laughter and teased you relentlessly about the situation you had managed to get yourself into.

“he told us all about it. you miss a lot of the good stuff when you’re riding on engine.” buck pipes up from his seat with a smile, only quieting down as he falls victim to a narrowing glare sent his direction from you.

bobby shakes this head, gesturing towards the cleaned plates in front of everyone. they quickly get the hint, standing to get dishes rinsed and loaded into the dishwasher, and the table back to its normal set up. 

his hand comes back to rest at your knee, giving it a gentle squeeze as he turns to fully face you, “are you mad that i told them?” he questions after a short moment, now genuinely concerned if he had crossed a line.

you huff, shaking your head with a gentle smile, “no. they probably would have found out anyway as you haven’t stopped poking fun at me anytime i’m never the oven.” bobby’s shoulders relax at your words, “besides, i don’t tolerate teasing from people who weren’t there in the first place.”

this earns a solid laugh from the man as he leans forward, pressing a simple kiss to your lips. a chorus of ‘ew’ comes from the kitchen, and you both glance over to find most of the house crew watching on with either disgusted or happy expressions, “are you all waiting for your kiss too?” you question, smiling to yourself as they all shake their heads and get back to rinsing off the dinner dishes.

just as bobby gets ready to stay something, the alarm goes off and everyone hops up to head toward the trucks. bobby sighs, leaning over to press one last kiss to your lips before gently shoving you toward the stairs. a quick smile of appreciation before focus turns toward the call at hand.

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