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fiapartridge · 4 months

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♡ how you get the girl | quinn hughes

quinn hughes x fem!reader

summary: after you walk out on quinn, he realizes he made the biggest mistake of his life, leading him to your doorstep. wet, soppy, and begging for forgiveness.

warning(s): cursing, kissing and grinding and stuff leading to sex but no actual sex described??? idk it just gets heated, angst but there is a happy ending!!!! <33333

author's note 💌: i love writing for quinn. he's my fave. anyways, i got a request to do a part two to the "you're losing me" imagine so! hope u enjoy!

read part one here !!

YOU LEFT HIM. And for a moment, the longest moment of his life, it felt like Quinn’s heart stopped beating. It felt like a wake-up call.

Ever since becoming captain, his focus shifted. His eyes grew tired, waking up before you had the chance to pepper him with kisses in the morning. His arms felt sluggish, coming home later and later, trying to perfect his performance, trying to be a good captain for the team, trying to be the person they needed after a terrible, horrific season. He was trying so hard to be what they needed that he forgot about the most important person in his life, and what she needed.

The second you walked out the door, he knew he fucked up. He knew he should’ve called out for you, or kissed you before you had the chance to break up with him and end it all, or promise to be there, to be what you needed. But that argument—it felt like the end. He hadn't lost you in that moment; you had been slipping away for much longer.

“Hey, where’s Y/N going?” Brock drunkenly draped his arm over Quinn’s shoulder, watching him watch the door like you were going to come back and rush into his arms, saying that it was all a huge mistake; that you didn’t mean what you said; that you didn’t care that Quinn had made no time for you in the months he became captain. But that’s not who you are. When you say something, you mean it.

“I fucked up,” he whispered, like he didn’t want to believe that it was true.

Brock’s brows raised, his words a bit slurred but still comprehensive. He pouted. “What did Captain Huggy do now?”

“She asked me if I wanted to marry her.”

Brock released a breath as if gaining his sobriety. “Oh shit. What’d you say?”

Quinn gulped, not believing the words he was gonna say. Of course he wanted to marry you. He wanted to spend the rest of his life with you. He would give up anything to be with you, even hockey. And he should’ve said it, he knows he should’ve said it. But would you even believe him if he did? He hasn’t spent a waking minute with you for the past three months. You don’t do that to someone you love. “I said no.”

“What did you want to say?”

Quinn didn’t even hesitate. He didn’t have to think about his answer. “That I would marry her in a heartbeat. That I fucked up and I don’t even know how to fix it.” That when he’s asleep, you’re the only thing he sees in his dreams; that when he’s at practice, and he sees his teammates with their wives and kids, he wonders what it would be like for you to be there, your child on your lap, cheering him on from the stands; that he knows he’s been neglecting you, but he just felt like you would always be there, even if he stopped paying attention.

“So what’re you gonna do?”

Walking back into the party, Quinn scrambled to find his car keys, ignoring the questions of where he’s going and if he’ll return because, for once, he didn’t care about what they thought about him. All he thought about was making it up to you and getting you back.

After fifteen of the longest minutes of his life, he finally made it to your apartment. He knew you would be here instead of his, but it broke his heart nonetheless. You always said that you hated being here. It felt cold and lonely in contrast to Quinn’s, but after these past couple months, neither apartment felt like home.

It was raining outside as he paced outside your apartment complex, trying to come up with the right words, not wanting to say something that’ll upset you further. His suit was wet, his hair shaggy, and his new white socks a squishy mess. You deserved more than him, he thought. You deserved so much better. Someone that would actually be there for you and love you and take care of you. That wasn’t Quinn; it was never going to be Quinn, but the least he could do was try.

Knocking on your door, Quinn shook from the rain, and maybe also from a little bit of fear. As terrible as it sounds, he knew you still loved him, but he was worried that that part of your heart was growing smaller and smaller by the second.

Opening your door, you saw the wet mop on his head and his flustery red cheeks. He was standing in a puddle of rainwater and his hands were trembling. You wanted to hold them, give him a mug of hot chocolate, and warm him up. Swaddle him in a fuzzy blanket, cuddle him, and never let go, but you were also pissed as hell. Why was he standing here? Did he want to rub it in some more? That the only guy you’ve ever truly loved, that you ever actually considered marrying, doesn’t want you? That’s just messed up.

“What are you doing here?” you asked, anger still laced in your tone. But you felt like your heart was stuck in your throat. You wanted to push it down, but the longer you looked at Quinn and his sad stupid eyes, you resisted it a little less.

“I was afraid,” he muttered, a little less than a whisper.

You rolled your eyes. You’ve been together for years, and he was afraid to tell you he loves you? That he sees a future with you? That he could maybe possibly want to marry you?

Not wanting to hear his excuses, you held your hand on the wood, attempting to close the door as he held it open, a plea in his eyes—please hear me out. “I was afraid that I wouldn’t be what you needed. You shouldn’t marry me. You deserve so much more than me, Y/N.”

You scoffed. “And that’s supposed to be your decision? I get to decide who and what I deserve, not you.” Tearing your eyes from him, Quinn felt his heart plummeting even faster. He can’t lose you. “You know, maybe you were right, Quinn. Maybe we don’t have a future together.”

Was he dying? Was Quinn dying? Is this what death felt like? He felt like he was dying. Everything was going wrong. He was wet, you two weren’t back together yet, and somehow you are even more mad at him than before he came.

Just be honest, his mind screamed.

“I thought that I needed to be what everyone else needed,” he said, staring at the puddle of rain he tracked in. “I needed to be a good captain, I needed to be a good player for the fans and for the organization, I needed to be good for my family, but I forgot about you and what you needed.”

“You don’t need to be on for me, Quinn!” you shouted, not caring for your neighbors that could probably hear from down the hall or the people walking past your guys’ melodramatic scene. “If you just told me how you felt, I would’ve been there! I would’ve been there for you!” your eyes were stinging, sparkling with unshed tears. “But you pushed me aside like I was nothing.”

“Y/N-”

“No, no.” You shook your head. “I think you should go-”

“I’ve thought about marrying you since the moment I met you. Since the moment you met my family and you couldn’t care less that Jack had no idea what personal space was, and that Luke was in love with you so he always asked to sit next to you at dinner. And how invasive my parents were and my grandma giving you those crazy ten-minute-long hugs and always asking you when you were going to give her grandchildren. I’ve thought about marrying you since our first date when I got whipped cream on my nose from the funnel cake we shared and you licked it off even though it was our first date, and I thought ‘this girl is crazy and I think I’m in love with her.’ I’ve thought about marrying you every time we went to a wedding together, not even caring about the actual ceremony because I was imaging it was you and I walking down that aisle and you would start crying during your vows but you’d somehow also sneak in some sort of joke about me balding soon that would get everyone laughing and I would somehow fall more and more in love with you than I was before.

Quinn walked closer, you let him. “Believe me, I want to marry you, Y/N. I would do it right now if I could.”

“So why-”

“I saw you pulling away. I knew I was losing you. I knew that hockey and my life and everything going on right now was hard, and I didn’t want you to be stuck with it if we got married. I didn’t want you to feel like you were stuck with me.”

You breathed out shakily, not expecting…any of that. “I don’t care if you go on roadies every other week, bring me with you. I don’t care if you have a bruised eye or a missing tooth, I’ll be there with an ice pack. If you have to practice from 5 in the morning to 5 in the afternoon, wake me up and I’ll be there with snacks! If the Canucks tank this entire season or they win every single game, I’ll still be here. I don’t care about any of it," you shook your head. "I only care about you.

You held his wet cheeks, his eyes closing against your warm palms. “I’m not stuck with you,” you whispered against his lips. Planting a soft kiss, you felt him chasing your lips as you pulled back. “I want to be with you forever. But what do you want?”

For the first time in his life, he didn’t have to think. “I want you, Y/N. I want to marry you, and grow old with you, and do everything with you. I just- I want you.”

Standing on your toes, you pulled Quinn into a kiss, his lips quickly closing the distance. He melted into your body, his hands finding themselves underneath the fabric of your shirt, wrapping his arms around your torso as if you were going to dissipate into a clear mist.

As you backed into the apartment, Quinn kicked the door shut, sealing the world outside. With the living room dimly lit, you found yourselves on the couch, pulled gently onto his lap, his hands exploring the curves of your body. “I love you,” he whispered, wanting to get closer, closer, so much closer.

Meeting his urgency, you grinded against his hard-on, licking his lips. “Yeah?”

He nodded profusely, already imagining you back at his apartment, where you were meant to be, in his bed, in his shirt, moaning his name. “Yeah.”

You smirked, lifting your shirt over your head, your lacy red bra being on full display. Quinn's eyes drank in the sight, his desire palpable in the air. “Show me how much.”

Quinn wasted no time, his hands finding the clasp of your bra, skillfully releasing the constraints. As the fabric fell away, his hands traced the contours of your skin, a silent vow to explore every inch. To kiss each mole and each dimple, and thank whatever godly entity led you to him.

"Wanna marry you," he moaned into your lips.

"You obsessed with me or something?" you smirked, giggling as he lifted you from the couch, carrying you to your bedroom.

"Something like that."

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euaphoric · 11 months

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weird kinks/fetishes i think jk would be into ॱ⋅.˳˳.⋅˙ॱᐧ.˳˳.⋅ઇଓ

do not try and come for me over this… it’s just MY opinion and nothing here is fact (obviously) so take my words with a grain of salt m’kay ? :))

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sensation play: jk can be pretty bold in the bedroom so i feel like this would be something he’d enjoy. he’d go from gentle touches, trying out salacious flavors/scents, and different lighting to more daring stuff like temperature play, (light) bondage, and sex toys. his favorite thing is to watch you wriggle under him, your senses overloading from the stimulation he inflicts upon you. he can be very sweet and caring with you at times, taking his time with making you feel soo good and the next he’ll have every bone in your body tingling. he likes to bring hot and cold elements at the same time, making your body so sensitive for him, feeling everything all at once. you can feel the vibrations of his moans and groans, tickling a certain part in your brain. the occasional flogging would come into play as well, he wouldn’t do it harshly though — instead running the flogger over various parts of your body, the sensory experience transcending you to a new level of nirvana. he’s attempted blind folding you to amp up the intensity but it became too much for you and you had to use the safe word one time (lollipop) to get him to chill out ;(

voyeurism: he knows that it’s very much wrong but he loves watching you undress and/or do sexual acts without you knowing he’s around. it gives him the stiffest hard-on seeing you touch yourself, thinking no one else is here to see you but he is in fact watching you tentatively through the door hole. god he feels like such a creep. does he care in the moment though? absolutely not. but once he cums in his pants embarrassingly from watching you he’ll feel all types of guilt. don’t get it twisted, he likes watching you with the knowledge of you seeing him too. you enjoy putting on a show for him and playing with toys in front of him, he bought you a cute glass dildo with a pink heart carved at the end, it was so pretty you didn’t even want to put it inside you. that day, you made yourself cum over eight times from that dildo; begging and crying for some real dick but jk was just sitting there palming himself through his pants and watching you come undone. your body is like a work of art to him.

quirofilia: he’s very much sexually attracted to your hands, the way your fingers wrap around him, the warmth your touch brings him, and the amazing things those luscious hands can do… whenever you get a fresh manicure (that he pays for obvi) he can’t help the protruding thoughts of what those freshly painted nails feel like on his skin, getting aroused by just looking at you doing simple things like tying your shoes or unloading the dishwasher. whether it be you holding his hand, kneading the soft skin with the pads of your thumb, or wrapped around his cock he’ll want to admire how gorgeous your hands look. he likes to make a mess all over them, watching his cum drip down to your wrists but he licks it up so it won’t go to waste. he enjoys seeing you suck the creaminess off your fingers but he likes to do it too, tasting his own delicious nut while having your cute fingies in his mouth<33333

partialism: although he’s clearly obsessed with your ass, titties, and all that jazz he likes to show love to your non-sexual body parts too. kissing, caressing, nibbling, and sucking on your soft skin like it’s a sweet dessert. it’s simp galore when he encounters your juicy thighs, he likes to devour them, leaving visible harsh bite marks and spanking them until bright red. he’s quite literally attracted to every part of you, even the things you find silly, like the back of your ears. he’ll always nip at them, lapping his tongue over the sensitive parts of your lobe and humming against it to make you shudder. sometimes, the only way he’ll be able to cum is if he can rub his cock against your thighs, it was his primary trigger in getting him to reach his climax. the way your beautiful thighs would clench together for some type of relief when his cock is right there just drives him through the ground. he just wants to paint a pretty picture on them with his cum :((

trichophilia: i feel like he rlly rlly likes body hair, especially when you don’t shave down there for a while and you got a little bush growing; he calls it your “fur burger” (sfjadjsfjjsj). you prefer to be waxed personally, but he genuinely loves it when you have visible pubic hair — not ever making you feel insecure in the slightest about it. you still remember when he first told you about it, “quit being so nervous about it babe, it’s just hair it’s natural. show’s confidence, i like my women more mature anyway.” he specifically loves eating you out, whether it’s hairy, trimmed, stubbly, or shaved, it didn’t matter but it was the most fun for him when you had lots of hair. he’d bury his face completely in it, not having a care in the world about anything but pleasing you. your mouth-watering juices would leak out on his tongue as he curls his fingers skillfully inside you, making you writhe and squirm under him. he doesn’t even mind it if a piece of hair gets in his mouth, that only means he’s doing a good job and to keep it up, you never have to worry about the state your body is in because he’ll embrace your hair openly and worship you like the goddess you are.

role play: it doesn’t matter what scenario you could be portraying in the bedroom, he’ll go all out and get super into character once it’s time. a sexy student fucking her teacher? already tried. young damsel in distress in desperate need of her prince to make her cum? check. hot nurse checking to make sure her patients genital organs work properly? done. literally anything you can imagine jk would most likely be down to try it. he’d supply all the outfits you need, buying you whatever props that you deemed fit for the scenario. his favorite role play moment was him being a vampire and you were just some simple human who wanted to be bitten and have special vampy powers like him. he even went so far as to wearing realistic fangs and bit your neck for the theatrics of it all. it got real freaky after that, he gave you the most grueling, animalistic sex ever. it truly changed the way you both looked at any vampire movies/shows from then on.

panty sniffing: this man could sniff your panties all damn day, srsly. the smell of you intoxicates him, sending flashes of dopamine through his receptors. he often goes through your panty drawer when you aren’t home, touching all of the different fabrics and textures. when he’s feelin extra frisky he’ll go through your used undies to pick his favorite pair to sniff while we masturbates, jerking off to your aromatic womanly scent. sometimes, if he can’t control himself he’ll finish by releasing on them, immediately regretting that your panties are now soaked with loads of cum. he would always throw the messy garment in the wash right after so you wouldn’t suspect anything — he’s been keeping up this dirty little secret for months.

diy porn: well like it says in the name, jk has always been a diy guru! he loves making home videos especially the freaky nasty ones. he likes to record himself eating you out or fucking you, making sure the camera is super close up to get all the little details. he’ll use his phone or sometimes a digital camera to record, whichever he feels is the best. he’s always so vocal in the videos as if he was a real adult film star, asking you over and over if you like that and how bad you want his cock. he gets more intense when the cameras are rolling, putting on a temporary persona to make the video more enticing. “this is her fifth time squirting in a row guys” he narrates while facing the camera to him and pans it back to zoom in on your leaking pussy. “mmm… hear that? sounds amazing, might have to go back in for another taste” he says, licking his lips at the sounds your wet fucked out cunt makes. no one will ever see or know of these videos but whenever you’re gone, he likes to look back and jerk off to your moans and sexy performances in them.

pegging: he was the first one to suggest this actually, he’s thought of being pegged for a while but just never got the courage to bring it up with you. he was shocked to find out that you were open to the idea and even got excited to try it. he’s usually the one in control but he’s fantasized for a while about you having all the power in your hands. he wasted no time in purchasing a strap-on for you, one rainy evening he proposed the concept again and asked if you wanted to actually go through with it and you agreed. it felt utterly amazing to him the first time, he’ll remember it like it was yesterday. you were fucking his tight precious ass with a slow and gentle pace since you didn’t wanna hurt him but he told you to go faster, you pick up your rhythm and hold onto his tiny waist securely. he was feeling the utmost amount of bliss when you hit his prostate, making him whine out in pleasure. your free hand stroking his hard cock while he’s pushed to his orgasm. that day he came so fucking hard, harder than ever before. he even thanked you after you were done, for giving him the most mind-blowing orgasm he’s ever received in his life.

#jungkook imagine #jungkook smut #jeon jungkook smut #jungkook x reader #jungkook x female reader #bts smut #jungkook thoughts #jungkook drabble #jk smut #jjk smut #bts imagines #jeon jungkook imagines

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corvase · 2 years

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taking care of sick character prompts

feel free to use :)

“is this cloth too hot or cold?” “it’s perfect.”

“sit up.”

“hi. i am here to be your nurse.”

character a is sick and helped by character b; near the end of the book, character b is sick and a helps them and it’s a full circle

“this is humiliating.” “there’s nothing humiliating about needing help once in a while, my love.”

character a and b having a date and one being late/not showing up because they came down with something; the other one comes to their house and helps them

they go out on a date and one gets sick (say it’s raining or something) then you can decide what happens

character a going “you’re not mad at me?” and character b being so baffled and not being able to fathom how character a would think they’d be mad for being sick when it’s out of their control

“don’t touch me, i’m all sick.” “it’s okay.”

“hi. you alive over there?” “is that a trick question?”

workaholic characters that refuse to be taken care of <3333

not even romance but friends who are willing to take care of each other <333333

character a and b sick together at home <33333

“i got you sick.” “better you than anyone else.”

“let me take care of you.”

character a refusing to admit they’re sick and character b going like “you look like you just got ran over. twice. please just rest.”

“when did you last take some meds?”

“you must love me a lot.” “obviously, you idiot.” “so now you’re insulting a sick person?”

“i’m here because i love you.” “even when i’m sick?” “especially when you’re sick. sick people need even more love than usual, you know.” “……….. i love you immeasurably.”

#i love when characters take care of other characters AAAAAAAH #sick prompts no pun intended #romance tropes #romance prompts #romance au #writeblr #writing #writing romance #writing tips #writing advice #writing prompts #dialogue prompts #romance writing prompts #enemies to lovers #imagine your otp #otp prompts

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leviathans-watching · 1 year

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ive never done requests before 😭 would it be possible for u to maybe write a sick!mc w the dateables? i need more simeon in my life dawg

sick!mc with the dateables

includes: the dateables x/& gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned)

wc: .4k | rated g | m.list

warnings: mentions of fevers, colds, coughing

a/n: ugh this was so cute! thanks for requesting and i hope you enjoy <33 my inbox is open to chat, request, or leave feedback, so come say hi!!

Please reblog<33333

➳ diavolo had noticed you looking pale and sluggish, so when you start to complain that you don’t feel well, he’s really not surprised. “oh, dear,” he says with a sigh, touching your forehead. “you’ve definitely got a fever. weak human immune systems. how about i run you a bath and make you some tea.” already, he’s thinking about how to best take care of you, making a mental list of things he needs barbatos to run out and get. and just to be safe, you’ll have to stay in his room tonight where he can look over you and make sure you don’t get any worse.

➳ barbatos wrinkles his nose as you cough, long and painful-sounding noises escaping your mouth. without prompting, he hands you his handkerchief and then sets up the kettle, grateful you’re already in the kitchen. “i’ll make you some tea,” he offers. “you can just sit there and not strain yourself. and also please don’t cough all over the counter. i just cleaned it.” you smile at that, sensing the dry humor in his words, and he pulls down the honey, intent on making some of the best tea he’s ever made to help with throat and chest health.

➳ simeon knocks on your door, chicken soup in hand. “i’m coming in,” he calls gently, pushing your door open. lord, it’s a good thing he’s around because the brothers would have no clue how to treat you. when he enters, he sees why you never replied–you’re asleep. unable to stop a smile from forming upon seeing your cute face and messy bedhead, simeon sets the tray down on your nightstand, pulling the blankets you kicked down back up to your chin. “get well soon,” he murmurs, leaning down and pressing a kiss to your forehead. partly to check for fever and partly because he wants to.

➳ solomon dismisses your concern for him catching your cold so he can nurse you back to health, staying by your side attentively while the illness runs its course. he’s always there with another blanket, to tell you stories, and to refill your water, even using his magic to keep you entertained. it’s nice, and you really appreciate him, but can’t help but roll your eyes when you recover and he begins to get sick. “hey, now it’s your turn to nurse me back to health,” he jokes weakly, and you sigh, but know in your heart that you don’t mind taking care of him, just as he hadn’t minded taking care of you.

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babyjakes · 1 year

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event | jan '23 blurb night

summary | the sweet camp nurse takes advantage of you during a fever spell.

pairing | soft!dark!camp nurse!ari levinson x camp counselor!reader

warnings | soft!dark!ari, non/dubcon (mayhaps ari drugs reader), fingering, forced orgasm, crying, mocking and humiliation vibes, praise, ari is so yummy to me <33333

word count | 891

requested by @onsunnyside | you’re a camp counsellor for the summer, spending the hottest months of the year by the lake and soaking up the sunshine. the kids love you, as do all of your fellow counsellors !! you’re up for anything, always ready to take the kids on a hike or participate in the activities (crafts are your favourite). you want them to look back at these days and treasure the memories !! oh but then you start feeling sick, waking up in a cold sweat and unable to fall back asleep. it’s so sudden that you brush it off like nothing, but then it happens again and again, and soon enough you’re utterly exhausted which isn’t good when you have a group of kids to keep entertained all day. the first person to notice your change in attitude is the camp nurse. admittedly you’ve got a little crush on Ari (who wouldn’t? 😌) he’s tall, handsome and beefy, and has the prettiest smile. you haven’t spoken to him much but you do enjoy staring at him when he tans on the boardwalk 😳“May I?” He holds his hand a few inches from your forehead. You nod, fighting back a shiver as his warm palm gently touches your skin. “You’re pretty warm. Why haven’t you come to see me earlier?” You shrug, ducking away from his disappointed stare. “You should focus on setting a good example, sweetheart. The kids look up to you, so you’ve gotta take care of yourself too.”

an | oh sonny 😵‍💫 no bc he would absolutely be the hottest camp nurse ever, your mind wtf 🫠🫠 so sweet, great with the kids, full of concern for you— it’s just too easy to trust him and that’s exactly what he wants 😔✋ THANKYOU for this brilliant thot bby!!

so he does really take notice so quickly; as soon as he sees you for the first time in your deteriorated state, he pulls you aside gently while motioning to your other team leader to take over in the meantime. he brings you back to the hallway by the restrooms and drinking fountains, where there's more privacy.

"everything okay, sweetheart?" though he already suspects you're burning up. "here, can i feel for a fever?" his hand is so gentle on your tender head, and you're so woozy you honestly just want to lean into the soft, comforting touch. he sees you being lulled a bit by the contact and his face softens. "c'mon, i'm taking you back to the nurse's cabin. you need some ibuprofen and a nap."

he goes and checks in with the rest of the team for a moment, making sure your position will be covered until you can return. then you start off on the walk over to the cabin. it's somewhat tucked away, on the edge of the group of buildings. "you need me to carry you, honey?" he offers several times, but you're too shy and embarrassed to accept, despite feeling like you could tip over at any moment.

the cabin's interior looks a lot like a school's nurse's office. a few cots lined up with drawable curtains on tracks placed in the ceiling. some medical gear over on a counter with a sink, along with packets of crackers and bottles of water. ari's station is a little desk over by the door. the place looks surprisingly pristine compared to the state of the rest of the facility. "don't get many visitors?" you ask as he guides you over to a bed, laying you down gently after placing a paper napkin under your head.

"nope, honestly only a few scrapes or bruises here or there. but i don't mind," he tells you as he washes his hands before grabbing a thermometer and returning to you. "open up, angel. that's it," he hums as he guides the covered wand into your mouth. a few seconds later it beeps. "a hundred and two," he tells you with a frown. "poor thing."

he grabs you a water and some meds out of a little safe in the cabinet under the counter before returning to you, "here you go, sweet girl. careful taking those down," he reminds you.

you take them and try to lay back and rest as he tells you, but pretty quickly, you concerningly start to feel worse. a lot worse. you're hot all over now, writhing not from pain, but from something else- some sort of ache, deep in your tummy, you can't quite identify. from his seat at his desk across the room, ari notices your discomfort. "honey? you okay?"

"n-no, feels worse, feels-" he looks alarmed as he rushes over to you again, closing the curtains around your cot for some privacy before sitting on the edge of the blue mattress beside you, reaching out a gentle hand to place on your forehead once again. "oh angel, it's even worse than before. what's wrong, darlin'? you're so restless..."

his hand trails down to sit on your chest, feeling your heart beat heavily at a concerning speed. humiliatingly, you've begun to rub your legs together in desperation without even thinking. ari fakes concern, but really it's all going according to plan. "sweetheart," he coos, "what's the matter? something going on down here?" he gestures with his gaze. you're in tears at this point, writhing shamelessly as you start to let out the sweetest, softest whimpers he's ever heard. "shh, pretty girl. let me see. it's okay, don't cry," his voice is so steady, so soothing as he brings his hand down to pull at your leggings, your panties coming with as brings them below your knees.

you're soaking wet, dripping down onto the cot below. his brow furrows in concern. "oh no, honey. looks like you're burnin' up down here, too, huh? here, let me take a closer look," he leans down to examine your mess, easing your legs apart a little as he parts your folds with both of his big hands. "look how swollen it is down here, poor baby. here, just let me help you, angel..."

you begin to protest as he presses two fingers into your aching cunt, jerking sensitively as his thumb finds your clit. "p-please ari, this isn't-... we can't..."

"shhh," he shushes you, quickly finding your sweet spot as his thumb rub rub rubs in tight circles over your puffy button. "this is exactly what you need, y/n. gonna feel so much better, just gotta be a good girl and cum for me"

you have no strength to fight it, to fight him, and it doesn't take you long to get there at all. he brings a hand up to brush away your tears as he murmurs softly, "there- you're close, aren't you? come on, sweet thing. let go for me."

you sob through your orgasm, your needy hole clenching down with impressive strength against ari's massive fingers. he brushes your cheek and keeps whispering sweetly to you as you cum, "good girl, such a good girl for me. there you go, angel. doesn't that feel better?"

mmmm um, i need this. i need that. please.

#eun's writing #eun's blurb nights #jan ‘23 blurb night #ari levinson #ari levinson smut #dark!ari levinson #ari levinson x reader #ari levinson x y/n #ari levinson headcanon #ari levinson drabble #ari levinson blurb #chris evans #chris evans smut #ari levinson fanfiction #chris evans fanfiction #the red sea diving resort #ari levinson au

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wehaveimagineshere · 1 month

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Ren, I really hope you don't mind me sending in another request so soon but I've read Girl Dad like 7 times and I'm still craving. I want more. I want Carlos with his newborn. I want him taking care of his girls and making breakfast in bed and bringing his wife the baby for group cuddles and shit. I crave the domestic fluff. I will take anything you throw at me it's all too good. You're too good. I'm feverish for your writing rn. I have such a soft spot for badass couples being soft with their little baby so youve really given me a blessing. >◇< ilysm please keep well and stay happy <33333

I don't mind more requests at all! <3 I'm so happy you liked Girl Dad! Omgggg this is so cuuttteee I'm so happy I get to write something so sugary sweet!!!

Thank you so much for being so sweet, every time I read this I get all smiley! <3

~*~*~

You wake up to the smell of bacon.

Yawning wide, you turn your head to Carlos' side of the bed, a little confused to find it empty. Running a hand across the sheets, you're even more surprised to find them cold.

Reaching out to your plugged in phone on the bedside table, you squint as it lights up. Okay, not too early. But, wait, your daughter usually starts crying before now.

Bolting up, your feet are almost on the carpet before your muddled brain slots the puzzle pieces together. Carlos' side of the bed is cold. Maybe he heard her before you did and calmed her so she didn't wake you up.

Why didn't he come back?

Rubbing a hand across your face, the decision to check or not is made for you. You hear Carlos saying something a moment before he opens the door, a plate of food in each hand.

"She's not going to believe how you helped with breakfast this morning."

And your daughter swaddled across his chest, who kicks her feet and giggles when she spots you.

"Hey, what are you doing awake?" Crossing the bedroom, he sets a plate full of bacon on the bedside table and uses his now free hand to swat at your thighs. "Get back in bed."

"What?" you ask, brain still muddled, tucking your feet back under the blankets.

"Our little girl here decided she wanted to make you breakfast in bed this morning." When you're leaning comfortably against the pillows, he sets the other plate onto your lap. Sunny side up eggs with toast greets your eyes, and your tummy grumbles a moment later.

Your little girl gurgles, arms doing a little wave.

Producing a fork, Carlos hands it to you before looking down to your girl. "Right. We have more dishes for you. Want pancakes next? Fruit? Bagel?"

At the mention of the bagel, your little one babbles.

"I agree, bagel sounds good." Making his way back to the kitchen, he throws over his shoulder, "I'll make sure it has cream cheese on it."

Blinking in surprise, you give yourself a moment to process before picking up a piece of bread and dipping it into the egg. You're only three bites in before Carlos returns with more plates, and it's not until the bed is almost full with all the dishes you own that Carlos leans against the wall opposite you, holding a strawberry shaped teether for your daughter to chew.

"What did I do?" you ask, setting aside an empty plate to pick up another. "To deserve all this, I mean?"

"Aside from popping this one out into the world?" He does a little shake, prompting your girl to kick her feet and giggle. "Maybe I just wanted to pamper my queen, ever think of that?"

You give him a curious look but keep eating until your stomach is full to bursting. When you go to get up to put the dishes up, Carlos swats your legs and hustles everything out, baby giving her commentary the entire time.

Still wondering if maybe there's a catch, you watch as Carlos unswaddles your girl and slides into his spot next to you, setting your daughter on her belly on his chest.

You slide up against his side, your hand resting against your girl's back. Her sleepy eyes drift to you, a small smile turning up her chubby cheeks.

"She's had a full morning helping me out in the kitchen." Carlos' voice rumbles through his chest, making her yawn and close her eyes. "She told me exactly how you like your pancakes."

"Did she now?"

"She did. Was very particular about it. If I made a mistake, I'd get an earful." Pressing a kiss to the crown of your head, he adds, "Just like someone else I know."

"Oh, so it's my fault?"

"Yeah. I mean, genetics and all, right?"

"And what did she get from you, big guy?"

"My superior sense of humor."

Smiling wide, you slot your head between Carlos' shoulder and collarbone. From this angle, you can see your girl passed out, drool dribbling from her open mouth and onto your husband's shirt. Rubbing your thumb absentmindedly up and down her back, you ask Carlos, "So what's the plan now?"

"I dunno, I didn't think that far." A pause. "A nap?"

"A nap sounds good."

Squeezing you in a one armed hug, you hear Carlos hum in agreement. "Nap it is, then."

#carlos oliveira #carlos oliveira/reader #carlos oliveira x reader #resident evil

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makeyoumine69 · 1 year

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Hello! Congratulations on 200!! Can you do knife play and rough sex please? <33333

Thrill

● Pairing: Patrick Bateman x Fem!Reader

● Summary: Patrick takes you to his family vacation house.

● CW: Knife play in its truest sense(!), hard prone sex, oral (f&m), possessive behaviour, Patrick has a filthy mouth and some more.

● Wordcount: ~4.1k (I know I am terrible! 🙈)

● A/N: So, this is the longest thing I ever wrote about Patrick. Thank you so much for this ask! I hope you like it!🥰

Also, I want to thank @ladyalexandranna @jacktorrancekinny @sosweetcupcake for brainstorming with me over this fic!💗

● Useful links: │BWC Masterlist│ │Main Masterlist│

It was the longest day that you thought would never end as you were in the middle of a party in Patrick’s friend's fancy vacation house; his name was Timothy Bryce, as you could remember and he was the only interesting person Bateman knew, besides you of course.

Drinking another glass of wine, you quickly glanced at a group of people standing close enough to you so you could hear them talking.

“Did you see who Patrick came with?” A good-looking woman asked her dark-haired friend, fumbling the necklace with a finger as she seemed to be anxious.

“Not really. But I am curious about what happened to Evelyn.”

“I heard they broke up… Bateman literally tore her heart into pieces.”

“Ohhh, what a poor thing.” A brunette laminated before she turned her gaze in your direction, looking over your back.

When you were about to spin around and check what was the object of her attention, you bumped into a solid male chest and almost right away, you felt the enveloping scent of expensive masculine perfume.

“Drank too much, sweetie?” Patrick crooned in a cute tone, wrapping your waist in a second.

“N-no, you just showed up so suddenly,” frowning a bit, you shook an empty glass in front of his eyes. “You’re lucky I didn’t stain your suit.”

With a soft chuckle, Bateman pulled you closer to whisper: “Let’s sneak out of here, Sugar.”

“Wasn’t it you who persuaded me to come here?”

“Yeah… I know,” he murmured, tickling your earlobe with his hot breath. “I just want to show you something…”

“What is it?” You rejoined, looking up to find his eyes glowing with an undisguised thrill.

“What an impatient girl…”

“Say what you want to say, Patrick.”

Bateman smirked before he pecked your cheekbone, stroking your shoulders as if he wanted you to relax. “Just wanna take you to a really luxurious house.”

Stunned by his sudden offer, you quickly looked around, tagging a ruthless lock behind your ear. “Your friend won’t be offended?” “I don’t think he will even notice us leaving.”

With a soft smile on your face, you placed a glass on the table nearby as you knew him too well–that was not a suggestion to visit his house; it was a statement, so you didn’t really have a say in that.

After a while, Patrick’s limo was taking you further and further away from Timothy's cottage by the second. Trapped in your thoughts, you pressed your cheek against the cold glass as you were watching the scenery outside the window changing so fast.

“You never told me you have a house…”

“Well,” Patrick gasped, turning in your direction to hold your hand. “It’s my family vacation house where we used to spend a lot of time. But since my parents have divorced, all those days are left in the past.”

“Oh…” biting your lip a bit, you faced him. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t know…”

“It’s okay, Sugar.” Grinning cocky, he shifted his palm to your hip, moving further to its inner side.

Excited by his unexpectedly frank touch, you covered his palm with yours as you felt yourself getting wetter with each second, but you still had one very pointed question.

“Who is Evelyn?” You asked abruptly, watching his face change into a tense grimace.

“Why do you ask?”

“Just heard someone talking about you two,” you sensed his grip tighten on your hip with your words. “Patrick, you don't have to say it…”

You heard him laughing smugly in response as he hugged your shoulders with his other hand. “Well, if you really want to know,” he got closer to your neck, nuzzling against it a bit. “Evelyn is my ex-fiancée.”

“I got it,” you stated, running your fingers through his perfect hair. “Thank you for… For being honest with me.”

“Of course, (Y/N),” he took you by the chin to lock his brown eyes with yours. “How could I not be open with you? You’re the only person I can really trust.”

Damn Bateman, what a devil–you scoffed to yourself, admitting his amazing ability to play around with all the words he was saying. To be fair, you expected any reaction from him to your question but not this; especially when he pulled you into a sweet kiss, sucking your tongue as you allowed him to.

The rest of the way to the vacation house, you both kept in silence as you pressed your head against his broad chest, playing with the fabric of his fancy coat while Patrick was patting your shoulders and your back. What an unbelievably strange harmony—you concluded, remembering the aphorism about a calm before the storm.

Soon, you arrived at a beautifully constructed house with a large yard, which had a magnificent garden planted. Amazed by the open view, you were looking through the window like a child who saw the snow for the first time.

“(Y/N), are you thinking?” Patrick joked as he already got outside the limo and was waiting for you to follow.

“Sorry, I’m just so fascinated by the beauty of this house,” the fact that you couldn’t hide your emotions made him so proud of himself and you didn’t really mind. “Can’t take my eyes off of it.”

“I bet,” he gave you a hand to help you move out. “I wonder what you will say when we get inside.”

Finally, you stepped on the ground and as a true gentleman, Patrick offered you to walk arm in arm with him and you couldn’t refuse this sweet gesture. A cool breeze was blowing around you as you were walking on a stone path that led to the main door.

As soon as you walked inside the house, Patrick helped you to pull off your coat and asked in a sweet tone: “Sugar, are you cold?”

“No, I’m fine,” you smiled at him before you looked around. “This house is as huge as it looks from the outside!”

“You can say that, huh,” he hugged you from behind, pushing you a bit to move forward. “Let’s proceed to the main area here–the living room.”

Grinning, you were totally tempted to know what the walls of this house had prepared for you. Switching between looking to the left or to the right, you were following Patrick and your heartbeat was rising with each step you made as you couldn't figure out what he was up to yet.

“Well, here we are,” he declared, his extremely masculine voice sounding even deeper. “You can make yourself a small tour of the house, while I’m setting up some things.”

“Which things?”

“Find us a drink, for example,” Patrick chuckled, gliding his hand against the expensive brown-leather couch. “Go wherever you want, you have my permission.”

That was really weird, no mistake.

Humming to yourself, you clicked your tongue and decided–right now you were not in the mood of solving any puzzles, so you just nodded to him before you left the living room as you were on your way to new adventures.

You didn’t remember how many rooms you’d already seen, there were a lot of them for sure. When you were about to come back to Patrick, you noticed a heavy door made of some dark high-quality wood; you could almost see your reflection on the doorknob.

As soon as you entered the room, you looked for a light switch, tracing your hand against the wall. Once you found it, you made a loud gasp at the picture that had opened up to you–plenty of animal heads were looking at you from the opposite side of the room, causing your blood to freeze in your veins.

It seemed like you accidentally got into the hunting room or maybe the study? Along with the hunting trophies, you saw a lot of different weapons: knives, rifles, daggers, and…even a sword?

Puzzled, you were thinking about to whom all of this stuff belonged as you came closer to have a proper look. You couldn't remember Bateman saying anything about him being into hunting, but maybe his father did—because this type of free time was quite suitable for people of high society. Reflecting on all these things, you didn’t notice your finger sliding against the handle of one of the big hunting knives. When you spotted a beautiful engraving on it, you squint your eyes in order to read it, but almost right away you were caught like a bratty baby whose curiosity led it into the trap.

“Aren’t you afraid you might cut yourself?” Bateman’s raspy voice sent shivers down your spine.

“Oh! I was just looking and…” you spun around to see Patrick standing in the doorway with his arms crossed on his chest. “Well… I wasn't supposed to touch it.”

For how long was he standing here, and how did he sneak up so quietly that you didn’t even hear a sound to detect him? Sneering, Bateman pushed off from the doorway, his dark eyes tracing all over your shaking frame as he must have been already so aroused.

“Are you gonna join me in the living room or have you suddenly decided to become a huntress?”

Embarrassed, you moved towards him to peck his cheek before murmuring: “Sorry, daddy. I hope you will forgive me for this little lapse in judgement?”

“Mm-hmm,” he muttered, giving your butt a brief slap. “I need to think about it. But now, I want you in the living room. Is it clear?”

You nodded in agreement as you moved to the door, leaving Patrick behind your back, so you couldn’t notice him taking exactly that knife you were touching before.

Once you reached the living room, you immediately saw a lighted fireplace which made the entire atmosphere so cozy and warm–you felt your heart melting from the heat it was radiating. Then, you found a glass of red wine which was waiting for you on the coffee table. Taking a sip of the tasty liquid, you placed yourself on the leather couch, watching the flame dancing like it was alive.

“Enjoying the drink?”

“I’m not an expert on wines, but this one tastes amazing,” you looked up at him before you froze in place. “Patrick, w-why do you need that thing?”

With a devilish smile on his face, Bateman was twirling a knife in his hands as he was slowly getting closer to you; the way his brown eyes were burning with an animalistic bloodlust made you feel a terrible drop in your stomach.

“Relax, Sugar,” Patrick let out a small laugh as he took pleasure in the look of fear you had mastered. “Those weapons definitely got your attention, didn’t they?”

“I… I was just curious, nothing special about i-it.” You hiccupped a bit, feeling an uprising panic inside your chest the closer he was getting.

“Do you like the feeling of danger?” he crooned in a provocative but seductive tone before he reached your place. “When adrenaline is rushing the blood in your veins, hmmm?”

At this moment, a sense of reality drowned in the theatre of madness and you didn’t even notice yourself breathing heavily with your heart beating so fast–he could hear it without a doubt.

“Okay… Now it’s not funny at all,” your voice cracked into a whine as you were going to break away from him, but he stopped you with his grip on your neck the second you tried to do it. “P-Patrick, your words were sufficient. You don’t have to do this...”

“Do what?” Bateman was shamelessly playing on your nerves cause he was so good at it and as a result he could sense the artery on your neck pulsing really quickly. “Do you want to know more about this knife?”

With that said, Patrick pressed a blade to your cheek in a way that didn’t hurt you, but you could feel the coolness of the metal on your skin. Gulping, you looked up at him, watching his fingers going up to your chin and then, he traced them along your lips, forcing you to open your mouth as he slipped his thumb inside of it. Suckling it with a true devotion, you were attempting to soothe your breathing as you were scared to get a cut.

When Bateman pulled his digit out, he drew near to kiss your neck but before he did it, he heard your muffled babble: “Tell me… Tell me more about it…”

Grinning against your skin, he left a notable wet hickey on your bare shoulder as he proceeded his way with the knife, going down to your cleavage. “This knife was exclusively made on my orders, from high-quality steel to the imported wood for the handle. The perfect combination of an extra sharp blade and a special decorative wooden handle.”

With each word he said, the heat of his body became unbearable to resist as you felt your nipples tense so hard–Patrick wouldn't miss it for sure and soon, you ended up being sprawled on the coffee table, panting and trembling from how he was using the knife, slicing your clothes here and there.

“D-daddy,” you sobbed, fidgeting in your place as you sensed the cold metal gliding over the inner side of your hip. “I’m scared…”

“Don’t be, Sugar. Just stay still if you don’t want to get hurt,” he sneered in a hoarse voice, pulling on your black tights to slice them without hurting you. “Mmhm, I forgot to say–I gifted this knife to my father, so it’s his favourite one from his extensive collection. The fact that you chose exactly this knife turned me on so much…”

Closing your eyes, you wailed in response as at last Patrick cupped your pussy, rubbing your blushing clit with the thumb through your damp underwear; for a moment you even forgot about the blade pressed against your thigh as your body was desperately yearning for more.

“So, I was right when I said that being in danger excites you? Such a nasty risky girl, huh?” Bateman taunted you before he planted a sloppy kiss on your mound, going lower to your little nub and then, he cut your panties, throwing them away like useless trash. “Once I entered that room I could smell your arousal in the air, you're a dirty little slut!”

“T-that's not true! Auhh-Patrick…”

“C’mon, baby. We are not at school,” he ran his fingers along your moist folds. “And I am not your teacher, you don’t need to hide your perverted vices from me…”

When you looked down to see him pressing a handle of the knife against your clit, you immediately suddenly cried out, leaning on your elbows: “Pat...Patrick! What… What are you doing?”

“You don’t see?”

“S-stop…Mmm-hm….”

“Do ya really want me to stop?” Mocking you, Patrick pushed the handle harder as he was massaging your clit with the tip.

These suddenly blissful sensations made your toes curl and your peaks were painfully tight, just like your whole insides as you felt the building tension in your lower belly.

“Your thirsty pussy certainly needs more,” he growled from watching your slickness running down the handle. “Much more…”

Biting his lower lip, Bateman placed his one hand on your cunt to spread your folds for better control as the thing he was going to do next, was totally destructive to your already clouded mind.

Almost with no resistance, he stuffed your little hole with a handle, fixating you in one place as you were jolting all over the wooden surface of the coffee table and moaning wildly like never: “O…G-God, a-ahhh…Daddy, this… this is…”

“Too much for you?”

“A-aww, y-yeahh,” you had to shush yourself with a palm from the friction the handle was making. “I…”

Paralyzed, you were falling down into oblivion the moment you felt him lapping at your throbbing clit besides the stretching penetrative feeling he was giving you with the handle–these things were pushing you over the edge insanely fast like a high-speed train. Twitching erratically from the intensive tremor, you clung to the wooden table top until your knuckles hurt. Arching your back like a tensed string, you were desperately catching the air between your moans, as all this time Bateman was licking and sucking on your pulsating nub, extending your delirious orgasm, while fucking your roughly with the handle.

Little drops of sweat were running down your face, when Patrick finally let you come back from your high as he left your body almost breathless.

“And what would you say about that?” panting, he briefly fixed his hair and only then, he pulled out the handle as he was going to clean it up. “According to what I saw–that was not too much for you.”

With all the strength you have left, you got up a bit to watch him licking your wetness off the handle. “No comments from me…I guess.”

His loud chuckle echoed in your head before he demanded: “Get yourself on the couch, we’re not done yet.”

Gulping, you thought he must have been joking, but when you looked into his dark eyes–you had no doubts about him being so damn serious. With shaking knees, you stood up and moved to the leather couch; Patrick was watching your every step as he was undoing his suit. Still quivering, you took the same place you had before, feeling yourself uncomfortable from the endless wetness between your legs.

“Sugar, look at me…” he purred, coming close to you as he was stroking his fully erected cock. “I’m not gonna face fuck you now, since you were a good girl last twenty minutes… But next time, I will ruin your mouth and your throat and I won’t stop even if you beg me. Understand?”

“Mmhm.” You muffled, giving him a foggy glance.

“Use words, slut.”

“Yes, Pat… Daddy,” you watched him smirking in satisfaction and then, Patrick got his leg on the edge of the couch, still having a knife in his other hand. “What do you want me to do?”

“Now it’s your turn to taste me, babe,” he pulled you closer to his groin by the back of your head, shoving his dick into your warm mouth. “A-argh…Yes, just like that…”

You mewled against his hot flesh, grabbing on his hips for support but almost instantly, Bateman removed your hands and squeezed your cheeks.

“No-no, I said to taste–not to touch.” His whisper sounded more like a feral growl as he brought the knife right next to your face once again.

Trembling, you swallowed hard and looked at the blade that could cut you at any second, feeling your heart about to jump out from your chest. Meantime, Bateman displaced his palm onto your swollen tits, pulling down the upper part of your dress to have a better access to your very sensitive nipples, pinching and rolling them painfully between his long fingers.

“Mmmm-hm.” You mewled, feeling his cock twitching in your mouth whenever you tensed your lips around it as if you were sucking your favourite ice-cream.

“Fuck, Sugar…You’re making daddy feel so good…”

Once you adjusted to the lack of the air in your lungs, he suddenly broke away from you, putting a knife on the floor nearby. Without saying a word, he manhandled you to turn around and lay flat on the couch, with your face pressed against the leather material. When you tried to lift your head, you were harshly pushed back and then; you felt his weight covering your little body. Fuck, Bateman was so powerful–he could easily pin you against any surface he wanted to, leaving you no chance to make any resistance.

“A-awww, Daddy… please! It’s so fucking deep, aa-ahh…” You cried out beneath him as he bottomed you out completely in one smooth thrust.

In return you only heard his low growl, flesh-meeting-flesh sounds bounced against the walls of the living room and there was nothing left for you to do but to be a good girl for him, accepting him the way he was.

Leaning on his fists, Patrick was pounding into you so briskly–you could felt each vein on his beefy shaft as he was literally fucking you into the couch.

“Patrick…Aaamh!…” Moaning, you turned your head to the side, looking down on the floor and spotting the knife on it.

Right away, Patrick noticed the direction of your gaze and grumped into your ear, giving your butt a hard slap, which would definitely hurt for a while. “My little bitch didn’t get enough of knife games?”

“N-no…I…I just, uu-uaah….”

“Can’t hear you,” he laughed and leaned down, taking the knife in order to press it against your throat. “Do you forget how to speak?”

“I’m…So f-full, mmmhm!”

“Oh, come on!” he slammed into your cunt till his heavy balls, coaxing something incoherent to erupt from your mouth. “I’m fucking your pussy, not your brain…”

Harshly, Bateman pulled on your hair, forcing you to look into his eyes as he was railing you raggedly, making your whole body rock whenever his solid hips were meeting yours. It felt so crazy, being fucked by him like an animal with a knife gliding against the delicate skin of your neck…and yet, you could sense the upcoming rapture in your gut as you couldn’t deny–you liked this man and all the things he was doing with your body cause you were probably as insane as he was.

“Fuck! I’m so close, Sugar… I wanna cum into your pretty mouth,” he blurted out, breathing furiously as he was trying his best to last longer. “Get on your back.”

You heard a knife fall on the floor with a loud thud, when you were changing your position and then, Patrick set himself on his knees over your face, almost straddling it. With a slight push, he buried himself in your mouth, yanking on your hair as he was desperately cresting his high.

“My perfect b-baby, sucking me so well…” Patrick looked down at you, groaning so loudly as the picture of you devouring his thick cock with such innocent eyes, drooling so badly from how vigorous you were bobbing your head–pushed him over the cliff, making him completely lose his mind. “A-hhh, (Y/N)!”

With closed eyes, Bateman moaned your name as he was spilling his warm seed into your throat and you almost choke on his beefy girth, clawing at his hips. When he slowly pulled out of you, leaving a string of liquids which was extended from your mouth till the blushing tip of his cock, you could feel his body shaking from the tremendous release–his cum was dripping on your tits from your chin as you couldn't swallow all of it and that sensation irrevocably turned you into a ruined sobbing mess.

Huffing, Bateman got his hair out of his face before he spun around in a half as his fingers found their way to your overstimulated pussy once again.

“D-daddy…It feels…So g-good….a-awww!”

That was the last thing you pronounced as you inner walls began to spasm so hard, Patrick had to press you against the couch with his weight as he was finger fucking you in a perfect rhyme, hitting all the right spots inside your cunt. Wrapping your neck, he leant over to your face to kiss your lips, tasting himself on it and consuming all the nasty sounds you were making as you were trembling uncontrollably in his brawny arms.

Later, after you both cleaned yourselves, you were lying on the couch, covered with a blanket which Bateman brought you some minutes ago; it was so warm and soft, you nearly purred from the pleasant feeling as you were totally naked cause you didn’t want to get dressed yet.

Resting on your elbows, you looked at Patrick who was standing near the fireplace and smoking his favourite cigar. Unlike you, he was wearing a white t-shirt and grey pants, which were perfectly outlining the shape of his tight ass.

“I can’t imagine what your father will say when he knows you took his knife…” You sighed sadly, rolling on your belly.

“He won’t say anything at all.”

“Why?” “I’m gonna borrow this knife from him,” he grinned as he turned in your direction, puffing on his cigar from time to time. “Coz I don’t know when my sugar baby will decide to play this game once more…”

“Me?!” you nearly squealed, getting up on your knees. “That was your idea!” “Really?” he crooned in a teasing way, admiring the view of your exposed body as the blanket slipped down a bit from you moving. “You know what? Next time, I don’t mind if you use this knife on me. I've got some shirts I don’t really like–you can slice some of them.”

The last thing you remembered before you fell asleep was him rumbling about the modern techniques of making different weapons and that one day, he should definitely take you to the shooting gallery. Simply irresistible man…

#american psycho #patrick bateman x reader #patrick bateman imagine #patrick bateman #patrick bateman x female reader #patrick bateman x you #slasher x reader #slashers x reader #slasher x you #slasher smut #patrick bateman smut #patrick bateman headcanon #christian bale smut #christian bale x reader

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harufluff · 2 years

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✧°〜「 stray kids reaction to their s/o randomly wanting kisses from them 」〜°✧

warnings - none i don’t think. please let me know if there is

genre - fluffy goodness, angst for one of them, stray kids x gender neutral reader

requested - nope just for fun…

a/n - let’s get some stray kids on!! also thank you to everyone who saw my first few posts. ilyyyy <33333

✰ BANG CHAN ✰

you and chan were hanging out at home, just chilling out and getting some work done from the long week. chan was working on a new song while you were cleaning up the kitchen from your last meal. you started feeling deprived of you sweet boyfriends kisses.

you got up from you position and walked over to him. you sat on the floor right next to him. he didn't notice you sitting there staring up at him for a few second but when he did he was concerned. “y/n, baby what are you doing there? why are you sitting in the floor? did something happen? are you ok?!” his volume was increasing as he continued to get more worried “no no!! channie i just was some kisses”. you pouted lightly feeling a bit embarrassed at what you just said. “aww my baby wants kisses?? c’mere i’ll give you some kisses”. he picked you up and put you in his lap and started kissing you face all over making you giggle. “i love you” “i love you too”

ও LEE MINHO ও (lee know)

minho decided to take you on a date to the han river. you walked around, took in the view, i like the view right now enjoyed each other’s company, etc. it was about 5:00 when you decided it was getting a bit to cold for comfort, so you decided to go home. you hopped in the car and listened to music. to your dismay, most of the car ride was in silence.

when you finally got home, you walked into the again cold apartment, took your shoes off left them by the door and put you slippers on. while minho took his off, you decided to get what you wanted all day. so you gave him a back hug and leaned on him. “y-y/n! i’m gonna fall!” he screamed. you look your wait off him still not letting go of his waist. when he wasn’t falling anymore, he turned around in your arms and looked down at you. “what do you need, love”. you pursed your lips signifying what you wanted and he smiled and complied. “you want more? i’ll give you more. how about we make things interesting and i kiss you somewhere else?”.

☻ SEO CHANGBIN ☻

it was was past one am on a sunday night. you and your boyfriend both had work tomorrow. although it felt like that hardest thing ever to get up and out of bed. you looked over at your boyfriend who’s was looking at his phone. you stare at him with his cute circular glasses perching on his nose. “b-babe why are you looking at me like that?”.

you closed your eyes and snuggled closer to him. you leaned up and kissed his jaw making him blush. he turned you over and you lay on his chest. he kissed you face all over making you giggle.

⏤͟͟͞͞☆ HWANG HYUNJIN ⏤͟͟͞͞☆

you haven’t seen your boyfriend all week, due to his recent promotions. you have been texting and calling him as much as possible while he is away, but today, he finally is coming back home. he told you not to come pick him up just in case, so you wait at home with only your anticipation.

2:34

hyunjin: hey sweetheart. about to get on the plane. can’t wait to see you! i love you

y/n: hi jinnie. i’ll see you soon. love you too

5:46

y/n: you off the plane yet, love?

hyunjin: just got off. coming home now!!!!

y/n: yay!!

you wait in your apartment for hyunjin to come home until you hear it. the door opening. you see you tall boyfriend with a bright smile. “hi y/n”. you run up to him and jump up into his arms. he wraps his arm around you legs to keep you up. you kiss his face all over, and when you’re done he does the exact same to you. you spent the day in each others arms enjoying each others presence.

ꕤ HAN JISUNG ꕤ

September 14th. your boyfriends jisungs birthday. you planned out everything for his special day. you would let him sleep in. get up early and make him breakfast in bed. let him relax for a few hours before you go and see some friends and family. have a expensive dinner all together. come back home. and do whatever he wants from then on.

you woke up at 7:34, planning on getting up. but then what happened was someone’s arm was around your waist, not letting you from getting out of the bed. guess who’s arm that is? the one person who never wants you to get out of bed if he was the choice. you tried to wiggle out but nope. there was no budging until you heard.

“trying to leave me, baby” he asked you. you could tell there was a smirk on his face by his tone. “i have to go to the restroom”. no you don't “no you don't”. your eyes widened. “i found you list for today in your bag. i. know. everything”. he carried out the “everything” in a sing-songy tone. “ok then here’s my alternative”. you rolled over onto him and sad on his torso. he chuckled “what are you gonna do. kiss me?” “that’s the plan” you kissed him all over his face as he tried to get you to stop. but did it? nope.

☀︎ LEE FELIX ☼

felix decided to surprise you with a cute cat cafe date! you had a nice morning together and made a quick breakfast together just enjoying each others company.

what you didn’t know was that he was planning something. he finally got you to get out the door and to the park.

you sit under a large tree in the park, felix laying his head in your lap on the picnic blanket. you were reading a book to him and he was staring into your eyes lovingly and with so admiration.

"and that the end of chapter 11. how'd you like it?" you asked closing the book and putting it down next you his head. "I loved it darling. thanks for reading it" he smiled so brightly it was almost like the sun. you smiled back at him and leaned down and cupped his face with both hands and pecked his face. he definitely teased you the rest of the day.

♡ KIM SEUNGMIN ♡

ahh the late night. what a peaceful time to spend with your best friend, and new boyfriend. a few days ago seungmin confused that he had liked you for a long time now. you gladly returned his feelings.

now you were both laying in bed together, you head on his chest, watching 'nevertheless' together. he wanted to watch the office but he gave you the benefit of the doubt and you ended up watching a kdrama. he was happy enough letting you enjoy your night.

you looked up at him with doe eyes for some random reason that neither of you knew. but sadly he wasn't really paying attention and his eyes were on the tv screen. "wow. you really like this show dont you?" you giggled. he didn't look at you, knowing his face was bright red.

you kissed his jaw to see if he would look at you. but nope. he didn't. "fine be like that". you could feel him chuckle under your head, so what do you do? you leaned up on him and kissed all over his face. "yah! y-y/n! what are you doing?!" you kept doing it until he finally grabbed you face and kept it there so you stopped. you looked at him with a smirk while he glared at you. "stop". you pouted at him. he leaned in and gave you a long, passionate kiss. "I love you".

✧ YANG JEONGIN ✧ (i.n)

the most important meal of the day. breakfast. who’s making it? not you for once! you’re sweet boyfriend jeongin wanted to cook breakfast for you and hes making your favorite. cinnamon roles!!!!! yay!!!

you’re sitting on the counter acting like a child waiting for candy after dinner. you swing your legs back and fourth in anticipation.

“yah! y/n stop banging your legs agains the cabinets. you’ll break them”. you giggled and stoped, knowing he was just nagging out of love.

“jeonginieeeee. are they don’t yet?” you asked trying to look around him. “baby i havnt even started. i was cutting fruits” he told you and turned around coming closer to your sitting figure. “thank you. sorry for being annoying”.

he placed himself in between your legs. “you’re not being annoying. i’m glad you’re exited”. he gave you a smile of reassurance and kissed your noes. then he gave you a peck on your cheek, then your jaw, and finally your lips. “i love you”. “love you too”.

i hope you liked it! i forgot about this for a bit so it’s kinda random. ily!! thanks again!!

-🐥

#stray kids #stray kids bang chan #stray kids lee know #stray kids changbin #stray kids hyunjin #stray kids han #stray kids felix #stray kids seungmin #stray kids i.n #stray kids reactions #stray kids fluff

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balloons-and-shadows · 1 year

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* Swedish Culture *

As my exchange semester is coming to an end, I want to share with you what learned about Sweden the last 6 months

Trains drive on the left side of the tracks. On dagen H, everyone switched from driving on the left side to the right side, except for trains. Swedes will look at you funny for bringing that up.

On every product there is a detailed description of how each part of the product should be recycled. We need to do that everywhere.

Fika <33333333

There are no rules for biking here. It is chaos. As a Dutch person I'm very confused

Love to the academic quarter that allows me to be 15 minutes late to every lecture

I think Gävlebocken is a tradition we need to keep. Especially the burning part of it.

Why does everything close so early during the weekends??? What am I supposed to do??

Ikea has my heart. And a lot of my money.

Sun setting at 14.30 makes me want to eat dinner so early already

Also, the cold makes my hair literally so static? Does anyone know what to do about it?

I can never live without kanelbullar again

The amount of lactosefree options there are everywhere! Love it!

Swedes will be sitting outside of a café even when it is -2 degrees. I have the utmost respect for them.

Why do you close everything for the winter? What am I supposed to do now??

The Ikea stereotype is no joke. Everything I own is from Ikea. Everything my friends own is from Ikea.

I miss cheap alcohol :(

Where are there random loose chairs and tables in your trains? Where do they come from? Why are they there?

Affordable housing <333

Little kids in their little snowsuits with their little snowboots are the cutest thing ever

In small towns, you can find like 7 different Japanese restaurants. Nothing else tho.

Kötbullar are so cheap. I love them. I buy them all the time.

I need to know, why are you so obsessed with Thailand as a country?? I need answers.

I'm not made to withstand -15 degrees. No Swede bats an eye.

Also, choirs are a very big thing??? I wish I could sing well.

Did I already mention kanelbullar? <33333

People ask you if you've already been to the ABBA museum. You have not. You are also not planning on going. Still, people ask you.

The Vasa Museum is a very controversial topic.

The red barns you see everywhere are painted with animal blood. You like to point that out to everyone who comes to visit you.

You have not seen the sun in days. You live on vitamin D-supplements and nothing else

Icehockey looks 75% of the time like very aggressive flirting. You know, like the kdramas

You are sitting in the bus quietly. There are people checking the tickets. You have a ticket. Suddenly, there are 4 people standing over you checking your ticket. There's only 5 people in the bus.

16.00 is rush hour. That is very early.

People will not move out of the way for you. Not in the supermarket, not on the train or on the pavement. There have been many times I have had to walk on the road because people will not move for you.

What is lingonberry and why do you put it in everything?

Why do your parties start and end so early?? Why is 4.00 considered "late"?

Just like the Vasa museum, Gamla Uppsala is a very controversial topic.

Tiny rocks are strewn over the street to combat the ice and snow. They get stuck in your shoes. There is a tiny rock collection on the floor of the hallway now.

It is -20 degrees Celsius outside. You see a dude wearing kaki shorts.

Tomten has my heart. He is so tiny.

Student discounts <3333

#I'm finally going homeeee #it was such fun tho #but I'm very happy to see my family again #language learning #swedish #swedish langblr #svenska #swedish vocab #langblr #swedish culture

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aurora-starwars · 7 months

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Hello, could I request a Kylo ren gn!reader (romantic). The reader and Kylo where old friends at Luke’s Jedi academy and they see each other for the first time in years. Starts with angst and ends with fluff cus I’m a sucker for happy feel good endings!

Old Friends Bring Up Old Feelings

Pairing: Kylo Ren x gn!Jedi!reader

Summary: Kylo and reader, who were friends at the Jedi academy, reunite

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: slight angst, slight crying, nothing to bad, mostly fluff-ish

A/n: I feel like it has been so long, I am trying to get through a few requests but I have been so busy lately! Sorry y'all. <333 And I just got my wisdom teeth taken out so that was a lot. Anyway thank you for the request! Hope you enjoy! <33333

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It was a brisk morning on Ossus, the sun was slowly rising over the mountains and animals of the planet finally quieted down. The air was misty, cold, and unwelcoming to the young Jedi who had just gotten up. [Name] was hoping to meditate that morning, but with the noise coming from the Jedi temple, it was increasingly less inviting.

[Name] started towards the forest around the temple, hoping to get away from all the sound. Their meditation would go best in the tranquillity of the forest. Subtle crunches underfoot could be heard as they got farther and farther from the temple. The voices of young initiates that were once shrill, now cease to ring in [Name]’s ears.

[Name] began to slow their pace, deepened their breathing and listened for the world around them. The leaves shaking on the trees as the wind ruffled them together, the small sounds of critters in the forest, the small bugs buzzing, the sound of rushing footprints—

“Hey.”

[Name] nearly jumped out of their skin, snapping their eyes open to find the eyes of Ben Solo looking back at them. They held a hand over their heart to show their shock.

“Whatcha doing out here?” Ben smiled, ignoring their frazzled state.

“Would you be nicer about sneaking up on people? I was—”

“You were what? Meditating? While walking? You should have seen me coming,” Ben walked in tandem with [Name], only a foot from their side.

[Name] shook their head, eyes looking back forward again as they tried to regulate their breathing. The forest seemed to go forever.

“I was trying to find a spot to meditate, is that so wrong?” [Name] asked, raising an eyebrow, as smirk prominent on their face.

“Oo, I will come with you. I need some peace away from the temple,” Ben stated, ignoring their question with a smile.

“Yeah, I guess you can come along.”

“You guess? It wasn’t an offer, I am coming. And you can’t get enough of me.”

[Name] looked over to see the smug look on Ben’s face, to which they shook their head fondly.

They reached a clearing in the forest with two, surprisingly dry, logs [Name] made plans to sit on.

“Says the person that followed me all the way out here,” [Name] took a seat on one of the logs, crossing their legs in front of them.

Ben sat on the leg opposite to them, so that he was facing [Name]. He watched them closely as he crosses his legs.

“Maybe I can’t get enough of you,” Ben offered lowly, hoping that the Jedi initiate across from him didn’t hear.

[Name] watched as his eyes cast down, his brown eyes holding so much innocence in his youth. Those were the eyes [Name] knew since they were young, since they were both younger than they are now. When they both had just come to Master Skywalker’s Jedi Temple and had nobody but each other.

[Name] smiled to themself softly, watching as Ben’s eyes closed, watching as he fell into his deep meditation. He had always been strong in the force.

“Good,” [Name] closed their eyes, falling into the embrace of the force once again.

A sudden crashing sound shook the Millennium Falcon, knocking [Name] from their meditation. Alarms from the ship started blaring, the ship receiving a few more reverberating shakes before [Name] got a comm from the pilot. Chewbacca’s strained voice rang through their comm device, signalling to [Name] that the ship had been hit by several blasts from a First Order Star Destroyer and are now being hailed by them.

[Name] cursed under their breath, it was just them and Chewy on the ship, what could they want? There was nothing of importance, what could the First Order want from them?

[Name] moved to stand just above the entrance of the ship. They felt the shake of the ship landing, a sign that they had been hailed on the Star ship and was about to be boarded. After several moments of pressurizers shifting and adjusting, the ramp opened up and several stormtroopers flooded the Millennium Falcon, surrounding [Name].

Two on either side of them grabbed [Name] by their arms and practically dragged them out of the ship, although [Name] didn’t put up much of a fight, their grip was still strong. [Name] kept their eyes forwards, not daring to show their fear or thoughts, choosing to focus in with the Force to see what their eyes could not.

Once they made it to the bottom of the ramp, [Name] found a dark figure standing directly in front of them, several feet away. The stormtroopers holding their sides stopped moving, letting them go with a rough release.

Looking back at the figure, [Name] found that there was familiarity in this dark looming presence. A familiarity in the way they stood, the way they held themself. A familiarity in the Force, an intensity, a passion [Name] had only felt once. The darkness surrounding this figure was made of their own grief, the loss of someone, or even, one’s self.

After another moment of silence, another moment of studying this person, this person who seemed to be studying [Name], it hit them.

They know who that is.

A hand slowly comes into [Name]’s vision, a soft hand with calluses from training. Ben’s hand. [Name] looks up to see Ben’s smiling face. Taking his hand, [Name] finds that his smile looks more like a smirk now and he starts to get into a fighting stance.

“Ready to go again?” Ben’s ignited his lightsaber and trains his eyes onto his opponent, [Name] standing there watching him closely.

They widen their stance and ignite their own lightsaber, only smiling before leaping into battle.

“Hey, hey, hey. What’s wrong?” Ben’s voice is soft, hushed and full of panic. He’s kneeled next to [Name]’s shaking body. The tears leaving their body are heavy and abundant, leaving them heaving, curled into themselves.

When [Name] tries to speak, they find themselves incapable as they try and fail to catch a breath. Ben’s arms curl around their shaking body, pulling them into the warmth of his body.

“It’s okay, you’re safe. I’m here, I’m here,” He mutters gently into [Name]’s hair, holding their body just a little bit closer. Just a little bit tighter.

“What do you mean you could have more power?” [Name]’s voice rebounded off the trees around them.

“Snoke said that I have potential, that I could be more!” Ben’s voice became low but strong.

[Name] put their face in their hands, trying to rub out the frustration, before looking back up at Ben with a pointed stare.

“More than what? More than what we are now?” [Name] questioned loudly. “I am not sure what he is promising you, but I am sure that you don’t want to be a part of it!

“You don’t know what I want,”

“Apparently not if listening to Sith lords is what you want,”

“[Name], are you with me or against me?” Ben’s voice was weaker now, less sure. He held his hand out, hoping [Name] would take it.

“Ben, I will never be on the Dark side. And I would hope you wouldn’t either,” [Name]’s words seemed to reverberate through Ben’s skull, like they could echo in there forever.

Echoes of their past seemed to all rush back, filling [Name]’s mind with memories. As they looked into Kylo Ren’s mask, they felt his fear in the Force, his confusion, and most importantly, Ben.

They felt his recognition, he knew who they were. They felt his internal battle, this isn’t what Ben wants. They felt the dark side, but they also felt the light. Ben was still in there, and he was just begging to be let out.

[Name] took a careful step forward, a pleading look in their eyes as they looked at the mask man before them. Many stormtroopers lifted their blasters at the movement, to which Kylo signalled for them to lower them.

Kylo watched carefully, slowly reaching to his mask, pressing the release at the back. The faint hiss of his helmet seemed to echo in the vast hanger of the Star Destroyer. Despite the many stormtroopers surrounding the two of them, it was completely quiet, so when Kylo’s helmet hit the ground, the sound rang out across the hanger.

[Name]’s eyes quickly scanned Kylo’s face. Ben’s face. There was a scar, looked quite fresh, reaching from once side to the other, that was unfamiliar, but everything else was almost the same as the last time [Name] saw him. He looked a little older, more tired. But he still had the same eyes as Ben, the same eyes that held so much hope. Ben Solo’s eyes.

“Ben…” [Name] whispered. It was soft, unintentional but a plea none the less. [Name] wanted Ben back. Back in their arms, where he belonged.

That was all it took. One word and Kylo had moved from his looming position, running towards [Name] with a relieved look on his face. [Name] wasted no time in meeting him in the middle, running to the man they missed so much.

They met in the middle in a frantic grabbing of each other. Their hug was tight, warm, and freedom. Tears streaked down [Name]’s face as a received sigh came out of Ben.

“I missed you,” [Name] whispered into his ear.

“I thought I’d lost you,” Ben muttered sadly, holding them tighter.

“I can’t get enough of you,” [Name] smiled sadly, relief washing over them.

“Good,”

As they separate, they look around to see the First Order watching them, reminding them of where they are. [Name] looks down at Ben’s hand, before taking a breath and stepping back.

“Ben Solo, will you come with me?” [Name] held their hand out for him to take. “Will you leave the Order for me?”

Ben looks around, his brows furrowing before looking back at [Name]’s hand. He knew what this meant. There was no coming back from this, no going back to the Order. This meant joining the rebellion, facing everyone he has left and everyone he had wronged. But it also meant, [Name]. And he would take that trade off any day.

Grabbing their hand, he smiled at [Name]. This was the start of his life again, and he was not going to make the same mistakes again.

[Name] smiled back at him, tightening their grip on their hands before quickly turning around and running towards the Millennium Falcon.

“Chewy, get us out of here!”

The stormtroopers, who just seemed to come out of a daze, started to run after the two Jedi, shooting at the old ship. The two of them sent a Force pulse at the army as they were half way up the ramp, pushing the army back and stunning them for a few minutes. Closing the ramp, Chewbacca began the takeoff sequence. And as the two former Jedi initiates looked at each other, they were sent into hyperspace, leaving their connection to the First Order behind.

[Name] smiled at Ben, eyes shining.

“You picked me,” [Name] said, eyes fixed on the brown of Ben’s.

“Something I should have done a long time ago,” Ben put simply, taking as step towards [Name], pulling them in by the waist.

Ben looked between their eyes before pulling them in for a sweet kiss. His soft lips made for an awfully good apology, [Name] figured. When they pulled apart, they couldn’t help the smiles that came on their faces.

They pulled each other for another embrace, this one of a promise. A promise to never leave each other. All of a sudden the felt another figure attach to them, this one a lot bigger and fluffier. Chewy let out a holler of something and they both laughed and let him join in. Maybe being away from everything isn’t what they need.

A/N: Thank you so much for reading! If you want to be apart of any tag-lists let me know! <3333333

Tag-list: @luvlykrispy

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tonberry-yoda · 9 months

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I couldnt contain myself again im sorry☹️ Can i pls request No.3 with diavolo for the 1.5k event?

Im js craving diavolo content REAL BAD rn hgrgjfb diavolo my beloved

THANK U SMSM STAY HYDRATED<33333

Cheek Kisses - Diavolo

notes - AHHHH YESSSSS Literally I have never really simped for Diavolo and you converted me dude skdfjsjkldfksjdf And look at me! This was my last request for the event! Thanks so much for participating, it means the world! <3 Lots of love :) word count - 324 ~~BUY ME A KO-FI (COMMISIONS ARE OPEN)~~

You sat alone at the dinner table. Again.

You knew that Diavolo was always busy, but you just didn't know with what. He wouldn't tell you anything about his job and you didn't mind if it really was something he couldn't share, but you would at least like to know when he was coming home.

You had a surprise lined up as it was your anniversary, but he still wasn't here, and you were sitting alone at the dinner table, letting the food go cold, letting the candle melt, and letting your nice outfit go to waste.

You ate a little bit, but in the end were to upset to continue, so you packed up the food and blew out the candle before going upstairs and putting on something comfortable. You were going to sleep alone. Again.

You didn't mean to curl up and cry, but you really missed him and missed communication.

You were sniffling in the dark and hugging a pillow, feeling pretty empty.

But then you felt something familiar wipe your tears and you sat up to see Diavolo in the dark.

You wiped your tears yourself, acting as if they weren't there, and Diavolo pet the top of your head. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." you whispered.

"Liar," he chuckled. "Tell me."

You sighed and hugged Diavolo, shutting your eyes tight. "It's our anniversary and I wanted to surprise you, but-"

You heard him curse under his breath. "Was it really? Cara, I am so sorry." He pulled back from the hug and cupped your face. "Forgive me. I will do anything for you, my love."

You cried softly while he held you and apologized softly under his breath.

"Is there anything I can do for you?" he asked.

You shook your head and looked at him with watery eyes. So, he pressed kiss after kiss onto your cheek, telling you exactly how he was going to make it up to you.

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elsweetheart · 1 year

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pussywarming!!!!!! no bc u actually just put a name to somethin i’ve been thinking about for ages…need her to hold me there even if there’s no expectation of sex at that moment, just her big warm hand gently cupping n protecting u there :( feel like it would b so comforting, knowing how much she loves u and ur pussy at every moment regardless of if it leads to sex or not <//3 u are her sweet girl and that’s her sweet pussy, at all times always

ilu kittie that actually made me feel soso much better already, all i needed was some abby thoughts n some kittie time!! m soso glad u like what i send, u are by far my fave person to bounce ideas around with <3 mwah mwah mwah

ily dolly i’m so glad !!!! <33333

but yes !!!!!! it’s just a warm comforting feeling like i could cry :( maybe when you just feel empty or just cold or need her, she’ll be standing there and you’ll come up to her all close and gently take her hand and put it there, leaning your head softly to her chest. and she’d look down at you with a little concerned frown and stroke the back of your head and be like “you okay baby? you need me?” all soft and sweet waaaa i luv her

#dolly lovie💌#abby anderson x reader

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abiiors · 1 year

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I looooooved your Ross fics <33333 I would love if you did more (only if you want to) !!!! You’re an amazing writer :)

I am always, always down to write more Ross fluff! Thank you so much anon ❤️

For the sake of this one, we’re gonna assume he does a lot of interviews, okay? Okay.

Anniversary

‘Come home to me,’ you pout at the camera and Ross’s grainy form sighs on the other end.

‘I know, baby,’ he tries to pacify but at this point, he looks just as fed up as you feel. ‘I didn’t know the interviews were going to be scheduled in this way.’

There’s no point in rehashing this over and over again but you can’t help it; can’t help holding a small grudge against their management. He’s supposed to be with you right now, not thousands of kilometres away in cold New York. And you’re supposed to be planning your anniversary trip together…

‘Anyway, shouldn’t you be in bed?’ his voice snaps you back to reality.

‘I am in bed.’

‘Smartass,’ he smiles. ‘Go to sleep!’

‘It’s like you don’t wanna talk to me,’ you grumble. He rolls his eyes playfully and mouths “dramatic.”

‘It’s not me who wakes up in a stab-y mood after a late night,’ he adds.

The back and forth continues for a bit longer. Just to bid time, you ask pointless questions (how are the others? Fine. How’s New York? Boring without you. Would you still love me if I was a worm? That one makes him laugh so loud that he gets more than a few odd looks from people around him.)

Eventually, as your eyes start to close on their own, you have no other choice but to say bye to him. He promises to call first thing when he wakes up and you sleepily threaten him not to forget.

That night you dream of his fingers twirling a strand of your hair, you dream of his arms around your waist, you dream of his sleepy voice as he tells you all about his day. You make a mental note to count down the days till he’s back—two extra weeks added to the original timeline. And you make a mental note to send Jamie a glitter bomb.

The next day is sucky (just as Ross predicted). You do, in fact, wake up in a stab-y mood, realise that you’ve run out of coffee at this crucial time and you almost get late to work. By lunchtime, you’re in such dire straits that when he calls, you make him talk to you for ten extra minutes.

Rationally, you know two weeks will be over before you know it but there’s a smaller, irrational part that keeps reminding you that he won’t be here for your anniversary. You keep a reminder of all the days he’s supposed to do interviews and photoshoots, you make sure to wish him luck before each one of them.

As the anniversary approaches, you keep track of your calendar less and less. Because every time you go on it, that date just keeps glaring at you.

The night before, he calls as expected.

‘Three years tomorrow,’ he smiles a big, goofy smile and you can tell he’s in a good mood.

‘Three years,’ you echo. ‘You have a good day?’

‘An amazing day,’ he replies and then gets cut off by loud excited American chatter.

‘Are you still out?’

‘Just out to grab some things,’ he replies vaguely but doesn’t elaborate further.

You try to talk some more but the background noise is so loud that he has to hang up quicker than you’re ready for. You huff and go to your shared closet. He already had to take so many of his clothes with him that you’re left with slim pickings but he promised to leave you his grey jumper (“for use only on the bluest of days”)

‘Today certainly counts,’ you mutter darkly to yourself and then pull it over your head.

Being surrounded by his scent helps a bit but you still toss and turn all night. Scroll through social media aimlessly. Shower him with love and affection on your Instagram stories.

The day is extra cheery and extra clear when you wake up; as if the universe is trying to rub salt in your wounds.

Fortunately, your anniversary is a Saturday. or rather unfortunately, you think bitterly. There’s no work to distract you from today. You make pancakes for one, play his favourite songs and dance to them alone. You pick up your phone and see that it’s nowhere near time for him to wake up. Still, you can’t resist shooting him a few quick texts.

You leave me alone for one anniversary and I’ve started acting like a military wife waiting for her husband to come back from war.

Happy Anniversary, my love

Come back to me :(

They get sent but he doesn’t read them. By 9 a.m. your doorbell rings for the first time that day. Pretty flowers show up at your door with a sweet, handwritten note tucked in them. By 10 another package shows up. This time it’s the most gorgeously, outrageously sexy set of lingerie you’ve ever seen. And it’s in his favourite colour too. By 11, a delivery man shows up with a whole box of cupcakes.

Even when he’s not here, he makes sure to shower you with all the love and affection. Even when he’s not here, you blush at the arrival of each gift and yet you feel his absence pointedly.

By midday, the excitement of the incoming gift dims and now you’re just waiting for him to call.

When the bell rings again, you’re slower to react, you try to guess what it is before opening the door.

Your whole body freezes.

He can’t be…

Surely not…

‘You’re here!’ you scream like a banshee and launch yourself into his already-open arms.

You feel him laugh against you, feel his muscles flex as he picks you off the ground and twirls you around.

‘You’re here,’ you whisper again; this time in disbelief.

‘I’m here,’ he confirms but makes no move to separate himself from you. ‘They cancelled the last photoshoot two days ago. I was going to tell you but then I thought this would be better,’ he confesses guiltily.

You can’t bring yourself to care about the little white lie because he’s here!

‘I’m sorry you didn’t get the holiday I promised you,’ he whispers into the crook of your neck and you instantly feel your body warm up from the way his breath tickles.

‘Fuck the holiday,’ you mumble into his chest and sniffle a little.

You feel him smiling in your hair as he breathes your scent in. You realise you’re still standing at the threshold, his bags still need to be taken inside but none of that matters.

‘My military wife huh?’ he jokes and laughs louder when you slap his chest.

‘Shut up,’ you huff, ‘I was being manipulated into getting emotional.’

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PAIRING: Clan head Maki Zenin x Fem! Reader ________________

WARNINGS: Aged-up characters specifically Maki and the reader are in their early thirties, strength kink, GP Maki, unprotected sex (use protection in real life pls), mommy kink, breeding kink, bondage (Maki's belt is being used as cuffs dear Lord-), domesticity, cunnilingus, riding, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, I think that's about it??? ________________ A/N: New here but have you seen her in the manga??? wfqlflwlwqhfwq DAMN-

Beefy mommy <33333

Now back to the one-shot, which may or may to have been proofread😬😬😬

Reminder, photos are not mine so CTTO.

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Her tall, scarred figure catches your attention in the living room of your shared home. Her figure exudes confidence, her scarred hands are inside the pockets of her black trousers, her short cape draped over her strong shoulders, her posture is upright and alert as her slightly muscular body creates creases over her black sleaves turtleneck.

There she was, conversing with Megumi and Nobara indistinctively. You can only watch in the dining room, hands fidgeting as she listens to the report of her younger colleagues whilst you sit, shifting in your seat as her guards surround you. You avert your focus to soothe the gnawing urge to run to your scarred wife and clean her wounds and kiss her bruises.

But you have to be patient

Maki Zenin, your wife, is a woman whose body and soul is a fortress of focus. And her focus must not be disturbed, especially when it comes to her line of work.

You bite your inner cheek as you shift your gaze to the grandfather clock that stands near the fridge, it was already 9:59 PM. A little later than usual from you wife’s usual arrival at home which is around 8 PM. Is she hungry? You ask yourself internally, did she grab a bite before coming here?

Your thoughts muddled as soon as her honey-gold eyes meet yours and your breath hitched, the intensity that swirls in her eyes, the unreadable, cold, fierce countenance that befits her face. Beautiful, just as the day she was before being burned by a special-grade cursed spirit. She sends you a reassuring nod, and your body relaxes, although brief and subtle, you saw softness in her eyes before removing her hand from inside her pocket, replying indistinctly to Nobara and Megumi and dismissing them both from their duties. The two bows before leaving the premises, finally leaving you alone with the clan head. Your wife.

Maki saunters to you, and the guards disperse as the older woman enters the dining room. Without waiting any longer, you rush out of your seat and welcomed her with a warm embrace, an amused chuckle reverberates in her chest as she returns it, she pulls you flush against her strong chest, her scarred arms flexing, showing off her toned biceps. “I miss you too, sweetheart.” She mumbles lowly in your ear, you close your eyes and rest your head against the top of her breastbone, inhaling her subtle bergamot scent before pulling away. The look she was giving you is different from her look earlier. Her eyes swirl with mirth, softness and adoration, the way her softly calloused hands hold you so delicately as if she is handling glass, and her unsmiling countenance changed to a soft, secret smile that only you and those who are close to her can see.

But her eyes…

They pull you in a trance, without thinking, you reach out for her scarred face, caressing the burnt tissue before asking in a slightly hoarse voice.

“Have you eaten yet?”

“Yes, darling,” She sighs and pushed her round glasses back against the bridge of her nose, her other hand rests against your waist. “Forgive me for not eating with you, I just didn’t want to burden you with making food for me tonight, especially when my work was a bit hectic today.”

You shook your head sideways, “It’s fine,” You smile at her before pulling away from her hold and instantly grasping her wrist, “I’ll prepare a warm bath for you, your body must be sore.”

Maki grins, “Yes, I do need a warm bath before going to bed with you, sweetheart.”

The name strikes a chord in your brain, your heart melts and your cheeks subtly turn red as you lead her upstairs with her chuckling behind you. You turn the faucet whilst Maki removes her glasses and takes off her short cloak. You’re both inside your shared bathroom with warm water filling the porcelain tub. You dip your hand in the water, smiling in satisfaction when the water is warm enough before walking up to your wife who is already undressing. Like clockwork, your hands moved without thinking, helping her undress, her clothes pooling the cold floor as she unmasks her scarred, toned body, she watches you intently, the pads of your fingers brush the burnt tissue, carefully doing so before she grasps your wrist and pressed the back of your palm against her face.

You look at her, tilting your head in confusion but it soon melts away when she asks:

“Join me?”

“Sure,” She grins and helps you take off your clothing, she allows you first to get in the tub and removes your ponytail, allowing your hair to fall from your shoulders and get soaked in the water, you let out a relieved sigh as soon as your body makes contact with the water, Maki following behind you, you hug your knees to make room for her as her legs cage your form, her toned, slender arms snake around your waist, pulling you flush against her front with a contented sigh leaving her lips.

“This feels nice,” She hums and kisses the available expanse of your neck. “I can’t imagine going to bed with you without doing this.” An amused chuckle leaves your lips, “Oh yeah?” You turn around to face her, and your heart swells at the look she’s giving you, your brain sputters, and your blood rushes to your cheeks, her eyes, compared to the hue of copper when she’s serious, is molten gold, her countenance looks youthful, glowing with mirth and peace and that small smile that makes your heart want to explode.

You snake your arms around her neck, “Well, I can’t imagine going to bed without you with me.”

A giggle befalls her lips, she reaches up to tug a stray strand of your hair behind your ear.

“I feel the same way to, sweetheart. I love you.”

Your breath hitched, “I love you too.”

There it goes again, her eyes crinkle to crescents with that signature mirthful gaze that makes your body be flooded and filled with warmth. The person that holds you isn’t the clan head, the strong spiritual successor of Toji, but a woman who has been through so much.

She’s Maki Zenin, your Maki Zenin.

And your Maki is looking at you as if you’re the only one in the world that matters.

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The kettle whistles, and your rush to it with your apron wrapped around your work attire.

You turn the stove off with a jaw-breaking yawn as Maki comes down from the stairs with her silk black robe tied securely around her waist. Compared to you, she’s on a day-off, free from her tasks, her honey-gold eyes follow your movements as you make breakfast before deciding to join you by helping cook the eggs.

You whip your head to her direction with a soft smile, “Oh, you’re awake.”

“Good morning to you too, darling.” She smiles and adds salt, “Off to work early?”

You rush to make coffee for you and tea for her. “I wanted to go to work early, traffic might be a killer today so-yeah,” You hastily eat your toasted bread whilst Maki looks at her eggs before swiftly grabbing two loaves of bread and chucking her eggs between them and chomping with rushed gusto. And she ate her breakfast faster than you.

“Give me a moment,” She says after swallowing, “I’ll drive you there.”

“What?” Before you can have another say in her decision, she was already gone and returning after two minutes with presentable clothes; a sleeveless turtleneck that shows off her slender, toned yet slightly burnt arms, black high-waisted jeans and black combat boots, she pushed back her round glasses and combed her hair back.

“Are you done?”

You gulped, “Yeah,” She nods in acknowledgement and walks past you, her car keys dangling as she swiftly grasps your wrist and leads you out of the dining room and into the garage, she unlocks the third vehicle to the right and opens the door for you before walking briskly to the driver’s seat and revving the engine alive, with her other hand, she rests it atop of your left thigh before driving off.

The car engine softly growls as you stop next to your building, you unbuckle your seatbelt and look at her with an appreciative smile. “Thanks Maki,” The older woman leans forward and presses a soft peck against your unsuspecting lips, “Anything for you,” She whispers against your lips, her cold breath fanned your lips, smirking when she sees your cheeks are subtly tinted in red with your jaw slack.

“What?” She mused and gestures at the door, “Are you going to work or…?”

You blink, seemingly returning to your senses, “R-right, work,” You sputter as she grins smugly over you losing control, “Ye-yeah, thanks Maki!” You swiftly burst open the car door before running off to work. Maki watches you with a bemused expression gracing her countenance, adorable.

“Simply adorable,” She says to herself before driving back home.

You stare blankly at the dossiers of your clients, your mind is puzzled as your eyes shift between one profile to another but truth be told, your mind is elsewhere. Specifically, the soft kiss Maki planted against your lips. A smile curls in the corner of your lips as you slam the dossiers down on your tabletop.

“Jeez woman,” You sigh dreamily and look at the clock, it is already 11:46, four minutes before lunch time-

There’s a knock on your door, “Mrs. Zenin-it’s for you!” A soft, female voice says behind the door, quickly, you circle your table and open the door to reveal the intern holding up a brown paper bag, and it smells delicious. “Who sent this?” Those words leave your lips before you can formulate a proper response. “It says it’s from Maki,” Oh, “Right,” You answer sheepishly before taking it, “Thanks, Miss Hoshino.”

She bows before leaving as you close the door.

Giddy, you sit down and unpack the containers, and there’s a note stuck to it.

Figured I’d do your favorite, darling, eat up. - Maki

You hug the note close to your heart and sighed in contentment as you thank the older woman mentally.

Maki takes care of you, even with the simplest of things.

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Maki takes care of you, respects you, and holds you in high regard as her wife.

But in the bedroom?

Your hands tug against the headboard, Maki's leather belt is securely wrapped around your wrist to the bars like makeshift cuffs, and your soft-colored eyes watch her standing at the foot of the bed, fully clothed, a mocking smile graces her lips as her ravenous eyes watch you with macabre delight, twitching and your thighs are covered in a thin sheet of slick, desire, waiting for her to do something.

A whimper of shameless need befalls your lips, and Maki finally takes notice. "Aw, does my baby need help?" She asks her voice; an octave lower and it sends chills down your spine, making you clench your thighs to relieve the ache but she sends you a stern look.

"Open them, darling," She orders, you whimper and slightly spread, breathing shakily when the cold air nips your thighs.

Maki clicks her tongue in disapproval and perches herself on the bed. "You poor thing," She hissed before forcefully spreading your thighs and settling herself in between your legs, making you yelp in shock and in utter delight. "I told you to spread your legs, did I not?"

"Y-yes," Your voice trembles when her nail traces the seam of your cunt, she hums, "Yes-what, pet?"

"Yes, mommy,"

You; are pretty much a toy, a pet. A pretty one at least.

"Good girl," She purrs and dips her head to place a soft kiss against your collarbone. "Now, tell mommy what you want."

"You,"

She raised a brow, "That, I already know," She massages your inner thighs, making you close your eyes as the pads of her fingers brush against your slick-covered thighs, spreading your arousal over your thighs.

"All of you,"

She chuckles darkly, "Can you even handle that, darling?" Her tone was challenging. You swallow harshly as she inserts the tip of her index finger, gasping softly when she gradually impales you with her finger before you jump at the sting that's delivered in your right thigh.

"I asked a question, pet, I demand an answer."

Her index finger is now inside you, your walls hugging her digit greedily as your thighs shake.

"Yes, yes I can mommy."

"We'll see," She pecks your lips, "How about you cum on my tongue and I'll think about it, what do you say?"

"Perfect," You gasped as she removes her fingers from your cunt, just as when you were about to beg to put it back in, she lands a slap against your clit, making your hips buck as you hiss at the unexpected action. Maki chuckles with macabre amusement as she slips out of her clothing one by one, making you watch her with pleading eyes, your nails dig against the skin of your palms, the urge to touch her scarred body, her tone slender arms, and her perfectly-sculptured abdomen, to run your hands all over her. Your eyes gaze lower to see your source of pleasure making a tent against her trousers.

She sees this and palms it, making you both groan with want.

Finally, after discarding her last piece of clothing, she crawls to you, like a predator going in for her prey, and you don't mind surrendering to her.

She looms above you, the shadows of your room covering her face, making it difficult for you to read her emotions. She dips down, her lips ghosting over the skin of your neck before placing feather-like kisses against your skin.

Then, she breaches you, and a loud moan is ripped from your throat as three of her fingers enter you without thrusting in, she pulls it out to reveal your arousal coating her fingers and inserts them in her mouth, and groans softly at the taste, "Divine."

She left a trail of soft kisses from your neck down to your chest, and stomach until she reaches your thighs, her slightly calloused hands gripping the milky soft flesh of your thighs before spreading them apart, dipping her head down and she starts with a small lick and chuckling when your hips buck at her ministration. The older woman returns to focus on your sopping pussy and feeds herself with your juices, you let out a contented sigh of utter bliss and hook your right leg over her shoulder to allow her to gain access, to search for more as she ravages you with crumbling restraint, you tug your hands against her belt, hips jutting against her face as she traces the seam of your cunt with her tongue, her saliva mixes with your arousal as her wet, warm muscle breaches in, tracing an eight-figure motion.

Your walls clench around her, and your legs shake at the feeling, forcing Maki to strengthen her grip against your thighs for leverage.

"Oh-fuck," You gasped as Maki bites your clit as a warning before pulling away. "Behave, pet, or else I'll have to stop."

You whimpered as her hot breath fanned your throbbing clit, "And we don't want that, right?"

"Yes," You inhaled sharply, "Yes, mommy."

Your cunt clamps around nothing.

"Good girl," She hums in approval before diving back in. This time, sucking harshly, a loud moan was ripped away from your throat as you jut your hips against her face, although that didn't deter her, her tongue flicked intensely as her strong hangs kept your lower region grounded against the sheets.

Sweat drips down from your forehead, your body is lit ablaze with carnal need, and the muscles around your arms are starting to feel sore from tugging her belt repeatedly with every tug. The sensation increases tenfold when she bites your clit.

If you could see what your wife sees, you're so powerless, so vulnerable.

Just the way she likes it.

Moans and whimpers tumble from your lips as she alternates from biting, sucking, and thrusting. Your back arches as Maki devotes her mouth to your pussy like a starved woman. Your arousal is mixed with her spit and it drips down to your ass and on her sheets as she messily devours you.

"Shit-mommy!" Your breath is knocked out of your lungs when she curls her tongue inside you, and your head falls down unceremoniously against the pillows.

"Fuck-so good." You mewled.

The older woman continues her actions, ignoring the way her cock throbs painfully with her pre-cum dripping from the red tip. You can feel your orgasm building slowly, your moans becoming strained, your toes curling as you feel yourself getting closer to the edge-and, you come undone with a high-pitched moan, your juices flooding your wife's mouth and she laps it up gladly with a hum that sends vibrations in between your thighs, causing you to buck your hips against her face.

With a contented groan, Maki looks up at you to reveal her chin and her lips glistening with your cum.

Her lips curled to a wolfish grin as her tongue breaks past her lips to lick her lower lip before looming above you with a swift motion of her strong arms, the shadows paint her face, making it difficult to see her emotions.

The older woman leans down and closes the gap between you, pinning you down with a bruising kiss, her hands make their way to your hips, gripping them firmly enough to leave marks for days to come as she bites your lower lip, causing you to groan but it was soon swallowed by her as her tongue breaches the cavern of your mouth, forcing you to taste yourself as she explores your cavern, leaving nothing left behind. You tilt your head to deepen the kiss, Maki moans softly, appreciating the gesture as her forehead sticks against yours, her bangs sticking against her forehead, her toned body, like yours is covered in a thin sheen of sweat, her body that is usually cool is beginning to turn feverishly hot with desire the more her hands wandered all over your vulnerable body until your lungs burned for oxygen.

Finally, giving you some respite, Maki pulls away, both of your chests heaving up and down, her molten ichor eyes darkened with cupidity, without breaking eye contact, she reaches for the makeshift cuffs, undoing the knot slowly until she throws the belt haphazardly on the carpeted floor of your shared bedroom.

She takes your wrists, carefully examining the marks of your skin before placing chaste kisses on your wrist, "It didn't hurt, did it, darling?"

"No, mommy," Maki sighs closes her eyes in relief before opening them, a dark look cascades over her beautiful countenance.

"Good," She clicks her tongue before suddenly, she lifts you and placed you on top of her thighs, straddling her. Your groan as your body is met with a sharp sting around your pelvic area, the short-haired woman holds you in place with her hands around your hips, leaning forward to warp her lips around the expanse of your exposed neck, littering it with soft kisses and nips before generously biting and sucking it, making sure to leave soft red marks that will turn to angry ruby the morning after.

Your hand grabs a purchase of her dark locks while the other rests on her strong back.

She pulls away with a loud 'pop' and licks her slightly swollen lips.

"Ride me,"

And she didn't need to ask twice.

With shaky thighs and pulsing folds, you lift yourself up while you remove your hand from her back and grasp her shoulders as Maki help guide you to lower your cunt down her erect, raging cock, the older woman rubs the leaking head against your weeping folds before you sink down, both of you bemoaning aloud, and whines leave your lips at the blissful feeling.

The first drop is slow despite the times you two fucked, her dick always required the need for easing yourself onto her, your cunt is still tight and wet, making her let out a low, rumbling groan, her eyes watch you; the way your lips twitch and your brows furrow. Both your sexes throb in harmony, your expression is pinched, still sensitive from your previous orgasm as you buck your hips.

You inhaled shakily before moving yourself, Maki groans as soon as you move up and down slowly, throwing your head back as your pussy greedily hugs her cock, she digs her nails against the skin of your hips, with every filthy squelch the wetter you become.

Your wife bites her lower lip as she feels your cunt clench around her, her chest is flushed with arousal, her breath; uneven, stuttering when your lips brush against the burned tissue of her neck, your mixed arousal dripping from your opening to her thighs and down to her sheets, Maki growls lowly, losing her patience with the way your hips weakly move before planting her feet against the sheets and thrusting her hips upward, whorish moans leave your lips, your head falling back as cries befall your lips.

"What a slow pet," She hisses and tightens her grip, "Can't you see that I'm fucking hard?" Her hips rutted against yours as her lips latched onto your neck, biting hard as punishment before sealing your lips with a searing kiss, sucking the muscle and making you mewl, the action made your cunt clench around her cock, her veins rubbing deliciously around your velvet, warm, wet walls.

The sounds of skin-slapping, breathy whines, moans, and growls resonate in the room. The woman beneath you fucking you hard, her balls slapping against your clit, you pull away from the kiss and look down, your pupils blowing with lust at the sight of your pussy greedily bouncing on her cock, your juices mixing and pooling her thighs.

You dig your nails against her shoulders before leaning down to press soft kisses against her neck, Maki's eyes close, moaning softly before allowing you access to her skin.

And then-

"Oh-fuck-mommy!" You pulled away from her neck and mewled 'mommy' as her twitching cock brushed the spongey area, Maki groans as you keep clenching around her consistently whilst hr dick brushes the spot repeatedly, and the older woman grunts, hands snaking around your body, pulling you flush against her, your stomach tightened, your toes curled and your nails dig harshly enough to leave welts on her skin. Your eyes fail to stay open to watch the woman's countenance tainted with raw pleasure. Her lips befalling lewd groans of ecstasy as you rode her no signs of stopping, as long as you pull out, of course.

"Are you close?" She moans lowly as both your sexes throb. You shakily kiss the scar on her right eye, "Ye-yes, mommy."

An impish smile graces her lips as she picks up the pace, it only takes a few more thrusts to have you convulsing against her. Milking around her cock.

And then, the next thing you know, your back is against the mattress, you gasped as Maki's strong hangs grasp around your wrists and drills in and out of you with animalistic need. Maki is now looming above you, fucking into you as her pace bristles with the need for release as moans spill from your lips, legs wrapping around her waist to pull her closer to you.

"Mak-mommy," You choked out a moan as you try to pry her away after correcting yourself. "So good."

She pressed her forehead against yours and kisses you aggressively, her lips muffling your pleasured cries as well as your high-pitched mewls. Her hands let go of your wrists and proceed to hold onto your waist to stop you from moving forward as your hands latch onto her back, scraping the skin making her hiss and pump her hips faster as you throw your head back, mind clouding with carnal delight, eyes snapping shut as you cum strongly around her twitching cock as Maki pulls away from your lips to bite the juncture of your neck, shooting sparks of pleasure making you see stars and sending sparks of pleasure shooting through your entire body as she continuously fucks you through your orgasm.

Your juices leak out of your sopping pussy yet Maki is still not cumming, her cock throbbing wildly inside you.

"Mommy," You whimpered, trying to push her away but she growled, not wanting to be deterred. "Mo-mommy wait-"

And finally, she lets out a reverberating moan, your eyes widened as she stills her hips and hides her head in the crook of your neck that's stained with her marks.

Her cock spurted out thick, goopy spurts of her cum.

Her soft lips kiss the side of your neck, your hand circled on her hip while the other one is resting on her nape, and your heavy breaths resonate in the room.

She leans away, her molten gold eyes looking at you with an unreadable expression, her sweat dripping from her temples, down to her chin, and on your heaving chest.

"Maki," She pushes her hips deeper, causing you to mewl. "It's mommy, darling." Her voice is raspy and slightly hoarse. "I didn't take a pill." You mumbled and avert your gaze away from your wife.

Her hand cups your jaw and makes you look at her, you expect to see disappointment, but instead, a soft, appreciative look on her face.

"It's fine, sweetheart." Her response elicits confusion as you incline your head to the side as she continues, but not before placing a soft kiss on top of your clammy forehead. She then moves to the outer shell of your ear, her other hand traversing down to draw nonsensical shapes on your thigh, her light fingers sending shivers down your spine.

"Because there wasn't a time where I didn't imagine our child running around the manor."

Maki begins moving her hips back and forth, a hiss leaves your lips as sensitivity rings fresh in your cunt, your mixed essences leaking down to your folds as she slides in and out of you with ease, her breath is ragged, her eyes closing with concentration as the sound of filthy squelching echoes in the room as her growls begin to get louder, morphing into moans of carnal delight as she gladly picks up the pace, her vice-tight grip as she lips latch onto your neck once more, biting and sucking the skin and sending white-hot pleasure flooding against your body, she may have recovered from her orgasm, but you-well you're still recovering.

But the dull ache of overstimulation came to pass, and now you find yourself begging for more, wanting more.

"Faster mommy," You cry out beneath her, "Faster, mommy please-"

Maki grunts and angles her hips before slamming, pounding back in. A shocked yelp leaves your lips as she rams into you relentlessly and chokes a gasp out of you as she bites your collarbone coating your skin with her marks and her saliva as she fucks you harder into the mattress.

"More," You urged, your body is feverish with desire. "Mommy."

She growls, "More, huh, my pet is so needy." She licks her swollen lips, she pulls her hips back, only leaving the bulbous head before slamming back in, wanton cries of lust befall your swollen lips, eyes closing and mouth agape, letting out sounds of pleasured delirium and Mai is incensed by this and angles her hips in a particular fashion that has your eyes rolling to the back of your head, whimpering her tittle 'mommy,' in the lobe of her ear, driving your wide insane and increases the power of her thrust rutting into you whilst you litter her neck with kisses all the while leaving red vertical lines on her strong back.

You could hear the thud of the wood against the wall as the giant canopy bed moves with the two of you, the wood mimicking you as your legs tremble beneath the older woman, Maki's breath is hot against your ear as your used cunt takes her, the squelching sounds adding to the symphony between the two of you.

Maki presses you harder, hips snapping back and forth, teeth gritted, beads of sweat rolling down her temple, her bangs sticking against her sweaty forehead, dripping to the side of her pretty face. You lock your ankles and pull her closer, forcing her to thrust deeper into you, crying out as the tip kisses your cervix, deeper in your walls, and hits your bundle of nerves.

The veins that map the ridges of her dick drag deliciously inside your velvet walls, mixed cum dripping down your folds, your body is hyperaware and your skin is flushed with sweat. "That's it, baby," She moans hotly, etching it in your brain. "Keep me close, yeah?" She whines as your pussy uncontrollably clamps around her. "Fucking hell, darling." She looks at you with a lust-filled gaze.

"Look at you, being such a good girl for her mommy, letting me stuff you with my cum, fucking a baby into you."

She grunts with effort, her slender toned arms wrapping around you tightly, making sure you won't escape her hold. As if you want to anyway.

"Wanna know something, beloved?"

When you didn't answer, she clicks her tongue and slows her pace, eliciting a whimper from you and you grind her hips against hers.

"Respond, pet," She hisses condescendingly, a dark smile tugs on her lips as her shaft throbs agonizingly, her strength prevents you from rutting her hips against hers. Whining with frustration, you choked out an agonized moan.

"Wh-what is it, mommy?"

She moves her hips back to her original speed.

She quickly kisses your swollen lips. "Do you have any idea how much I wanted to fuck you raw?"A lewd moan leaves your lips when she hits your g-spot, making you see stars as you viciously claw her back, making Maki purr in satisfaction, hitting deeper inside you, targeting your spot and familiarizing the angle. "Breed you with my children, my heirs?"

"N-no-fucking hell-no mommy." You whimpered, "I'm c-close, please don't stop."

"Cumming already?" She prompts with amusement, thrusting deeper, the sensation rippling within you, overwhelming you with white-hot pleasure as you're [rushed to the edge with a broken sob of her name, body racking with pleasure, falling limply as you squirt around her cock, the dark-haired woman gasps as you strongly milk her hardened member, triggering her orgasm and coming undone unannounced as she stills her hips, letting out her warm, thick spurts of cum with a low rumbling groan from her with your name softly escaping her lips.

But she still remains hard and begins to move once again.

"Mommy-please-"

"One more," She pants, "Just one more, Y/N, can you do that for me?"

You can't, your legs feel like lead, your body is already covered with sweat and marks, and your lower region felt like it's about to be split in half. But in determination to please your wife, you nod with tears of overstimulation welling in your eyes before she moves her hips at a smooth steady pace, you cry out as the ring of sensitivity and overstimulation shoots in your pussy as she takes you raw, eyes spilling with tears as her speed picks up, you pull her closer until your bodies feel like molding together. Every drag of her cock makes your cunt leak out with your arousal and her cum. Maki slaps your clit, causing you to jolt and cry out in a mix of pleasure and pain.

"Keep my fucking cum inside you," She orders, you cry out helplessly as she throws your legs over her shoulder, allowing her to hit much deeper within you and ramming with effort as her pace becomes sloppy, her cock throbbing painfully for another release and filed by your broken moans and sobs, the pain blurring to a thin line of pleasure and you begin to rut your hips against hers, beseeching for more, your legs aching from how she holds them.

"You like that, baby?" She panted, her eyes zeroed on the bulge of your stomach from all of that thrusting, losing herself in the feeling of the silhouette of her cock prodding your womb.

You screamed as the tip repeatedly hits your cervix, you tangled your hand around her short hair and tugged it harshly, making Maki hiss and speed up to an animalistic pace, desperate whimpers falling from your lips, eyes rolling to the back of your skull as she abuses your cunt, drawing you closer to your impending orgasm. Her hands then forcefully move your legs down to her hips and you automatically lock your ankles, you latch your lips around her neck, sucking and biting, and a hoarse moan is ripped away from her throat as you bite the center of her neck, feeling her hips stutter for a brief second before punishing you for it by drilling into you in a bruising pace, your vision is hazy, your hands grab onto her biceps or anything that will anchor you from her frantic pace, the skin of your inner thighs burn from the contact, her balls slap against your clit as she keeps going, dragging her dick in and out of your quivering folds.

Her thin waist keeps jutting in sharp precision that she flaunts whenever she has the chance, she palms your cheeks, tilting your head up for a kiss, tangibly tender and sensual compared to her pace, the older woman kisses you gently while fucking you senseless, your wife imprints in her mind to give herself to you with each stroke.

Your lungs burned from the kiss and you gently push her away for oxygen intake as tears leave lines on your face.

She smirks a how helpless you are underneath her with each pound, both of you draw closer to your release, excitement curled in your abdomen along with the pleasure that shoots straight to your core as Maki continues to pummel into your welcoming heat, strong thighs trembling against yours, her other hand rests on your hips, fingers squeezing and caressing your skin each time you whimper her title lasciviously, blending with the lewd sounds of skin slapping in the room that smells of sweat and sex.

"Cum inside me again-please mommy."

"My pet wants to become my cum dumpster?" Her tone is mocking and heavy with lust.

You nod in haste

You mewl as Maki dips her head and takes your nipple into her mouth, sucking lavishly before biting, eliciting a wail of pleasure from you.

The coil in your stomach suddenly snaps with the tension and then comes the onslaught of immense white-hot ecstasy, curling and destroying you, the pressure in your legs is immeasurably high. You clamp around her one last time before your vision blackens as she pushes you to your orgasm, blinding you until it consumes you whole and you're shaking ferociously.

Maki kisses you one last time before her balls tighten and cums hard with a harsh shudder and an animalistic growl that you swallowed with a fragile moan, you can feel her cum mixing with yours until it leaks out, forcing your wife to push deeper just to make sure her seed stays there, you hold onto her tight, leaving red welts and crescent lines on her back as you sobbed gently and Maki instinctively cradles you, peppering kisses all over your tear-stained face and brushing the strands of your hair out of the way.

"Shhh," Her voice is soft, "I got you, baby, you're with me, you're safe with me." She pressed a kiss against your temple, "You're such a good girl for me I love you so much." You rest your head against her chest, allowing yourself to anchor against her as you stain her already sweaty skin with your tears.

"There, there."

You pull away, allowing her to loom above you.

"I'm going to pull out. Alright? Mommy's going to pull out."

You nod wordlessly as she pulls out her softening member from your wrecked cunt. You hiss at the empty feeling as you look at her cock coated with your mixed juices. "I'm going to clean you up, alright?"

You shake your head sideways and meekly grasp her wrist, pulling her to you with a comforting embrace, you'd rather have yourself in her arms than clean up the mess in between your legs for tonight,

Maki softens and takes the blanket, "Alright, I'll stay with you, darling."

She lays beside you and you automatically turn in her direction, wrapping yourself tightly around her and hiding your head in the valley of her breast, inhaling her scent and indulging the coolness of her skin.

Maki lets out a blissful sigh and pats your back gently.

You almost couldn't believe that the woman you're hugging now is different from the one who confessed she wants to make you swollen with her babies.

"I love you, Y/N." She whispers as your eyes begin to droop, but not before you say it back with a fragile voice, "I love you too, Maki."

She chuckles softly when she hears your soft snores as you wrap around her like a koala, the gentle, peaceful look on your face makes her heart flutter and a fond smile graced her kissable lips.

"Rest well, my love." She sighs before joining you in a blissful sleep.

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