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beforeimdeceased · 13 days

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I would love an ellie x reader x abby fic, something super smutty, but modern day. I don’t mind unique details, I will give your free reign on those I just want something powerbottom abby x masc top ellie.

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um okay. so this is actually so unnecessarily long like why did i do that also it’s terrible please don’t beat me up okay :( it’s um definitely something guys if u hate it i’ll delete it I SWEAR I SWEAR

inexperienced!lesbian (me asf) reader x ellabs, reader orgasm, lowkey mean ellabs but ignore that, i didn’t even do the request properly everyone throw tomatoes at me :(

2k words!

nsfw!

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The time on your phone flashed 11pm, and underneath it was a flash flood weather warning. You had been watching the news closely and carefully, but even they didn’t predict this.

“I thought they said it would clear up around 10.” Ellie joins you on the couch, a bag of fruit gummies in her hand. You nod, but don’t take your eyes off of your phone. “That’s what i thought too. I don’t know, maybe I can make it home before it gets too bad.”

Just as the words leave your mouth, Abby walks back into the living room. She rips a piece of paper towel off of the stand in the kitchen, drying her hands. “Or you could spend the night here and not end up swimming home.”

Ellie snort laughs but you bite your lip. “I don’t want to intrude. Suddenly having someone else in your private space for longer than planned? Sounds overstimulating.”

Abby joins the both of you in the living room, a bottle of water in hand. She plops herself down on the loveseat, manspreading and leaning back. You feel a knot twist in your stomach. “I don’t mind having you here for longer. Els?”

Ellie tosses a gummy in her mouth before responding. “You’re a pleasure to be around.”

Abby and Ellie wanted to ease your nerves a bit, and proposed a game of two truths and a lie. Fairly simple, you tell a person two truths and one lie about yourself and they have to guess the lie. A half hour had passed and you felt yourself loosening up around them. Laughing at how ridiculous they were being.

“No, i swear it’s the truth. I shook hands with him and everything.” Ellie holds her hands up innocently, insisting she didn’t lie.

Abby shakes her head, bringing a hand up to rub her temples. “Ellie, you did not meet a robot at the grocery store. That man was probably lying to you for fun, or some social experiment.”

You giggle, watching as Ellie put a gummy to her tongue to wet it, then throws it at Abby. “Youre a jerk.”

Suddenly, Abby has lifted herself from her seat and is tickling Ellie’s sides. All of you have burst into laughter, tears rolling down your cheeks at their dynamic.

After Abby’s satisfied with herself, she lets up on Ellie, joining you both on the couch. “Okay, your turn.” Abby looks over at you, placing one of Ellie’s gummies in her mouth.

You take a moment to think of something clever, biting your lip. “Hm.”

“Okay I got it!” You exclaim.

The girls grant you their undivided attention, anticipating your answers. “Okay, so. I’m bilingual. I’m allergic to certain coins and, i’ve never been kissed.”

The two look over at each other, confusion all over their faces. “Fuck.” Ellie leans back. “I’m gonna have to say you’re lying about the coins.”

Abby shakes her head, shooting Ellie a side eye. “Seriously? The last one is obviously a lie, I mean look at her.” You feel yourself growing shy at her statement. “You guys sure about your answers?” You smile, raising your eyebrows.

They both nod, creepily at the same time, and it makes you laugh before your reveal. “I’m not bilingual! English is the only language i speak fluently, but i have been taking some Swedish lessons.”

Ellie bobs her head. “Shit, that’s cool. So wait, what coins are you allergic to?”

You don’t even get the chance to answer before Abby chimes up. “Wait, you’ve never been kissed?” She stares at you, bewildered. “Seriously?”

You nod. “I’m pretty inexperienced. I ofcourse, don’t like men, and I came out pretty late so…” You trail.

You can actually see the devious gears turn in Ellie’s mind. She looks over at Abby and it’s as if they’re communicating with their minds. You wonder for a moment if people truly do have powers, because it seems they came to a very silent agreement just now.

“Abby’s a wonderful kisser.” Ellie blurts out, smiling at the blonde. “And a pretty damn good teacher.”

Maybe they didn’t agree on everything, because after that statement Abby shot Ellie a look that could kill. Ellie just laughed it off, lovingly tapping her shoulder.

“Oh.” You whisper nervously, unsure how to respond. Truthfully, you had been admiring the two of them ever since you’d met them. You were so eager to visit their apartment tonight, making sure to spray on your best perfume. Wearing a cute new outfit that was casual but not loungey. Planning it on a day where you knew the weather would be bad, all with the hope that you’d get to spend the night.

You were also nervous, and inexperienced in this department. What if you fucked it all up?

“I’m sorry if we’ve made you uncomfortable.” Abby chimes up, noticing your body language. You were fiddling with your hands, avoiding their gaze. “I’ll make Ellie sleep in the old doghouse outside if that’d make you feel better.”

You giggle as Ellie hits Abby’s shoulder. “Hey, not out in the rain. Maybe in the closet in the hallway.”

“Oh, you’re going back in the closet?” Abby laughs which causes Ellie to roll her eyes. You watch them stick their tongues out at each other and feel warmth in their friendship.

“You guys didn’t make me uncomfortable. I just didn’t know what to say.” You blurt. The two of them stop goofing and look over at you. Ellie’s got a smug face. “Do you want Abby to teach you how to kiss?”

Butterflies, a swarm of them, rush to your stomach. You try not to look her up and down but your eyes betray you. Soaking in Abby’s tall muscular figure. The way her legs are spread open and wide like she’s daring you to sit in between them. Her blue eyes burning holes into your skin. Anticipating your answer. You bite your lip. “Yes.”

Abby remains composed, but Ellie’s enjoying herself way too much. Moving to the loveseat so that you and Abby can have the couch to yourselves. She looks at both of you, then at you, then at Abby, then at you again. “Wait, do you want me to go-?“

“No.” You say, a little faster than you mean to. “I mean, you don’t have to leave, if you don’t want to.”

Abbys only focused on you now. Eyeing you up and down as you scoot closer to her. “Here, get comfortable. Straddle me.”

You know Ellie’s looking. You can feel her piercing eyes on your spine. Watching your every move, examining you from behind. “Straddle?” You ask, a bit unsure. You’d read the word in a couple books, but never looked up the definition. You realized that was damning you now. Fucking up this very moment.

“Sit on my lap, facing me.” Abby guides you. “Put your legs outside my legs.”

So this was the tummy turning move you’d seen in porn. It felt as good as you’d imagined it would. Your hands latch onto Abby’s shoulders, looking into her pretty blue eyes.

“You okay?” She asks, hands gripping onto your waist to steady you. Her fingers are brushing against the skin underneath the hem of your shirt and the contact is driving you crazy. You just nod, too afraid to open your mouth, knowing your words will spill out. You’re everything but composed right now.

“Okay. Just let me know if i do anything that makes you uncomfortable.” She smiles.

You nod again, and establish an understanding. She moves a hand to the back of your neck, pulling you in, and places a soft peck on your lips. Truthfully, it wasn’t all that exciting but it sent jolts and waves of pleasure through your body. Your first kiss. She pulls away and smiles at you. “How was that?”

“Great- good. Grood.” You stammer. She chuckles a bit and you feel hot with embarrassment. “I meant to say- Fuck i don’t even know.”

She rubs at your sides, licking her lips and looking at you with low eyes. “Don’t worry about it, alright? You ready for more?”

“Yeah.” you breathe, head growing fuzzy from her touch. Her fucking touch, fuck. Gentle, but firm. Guiding you so carefully. So kindly.

“Okay. Open your mouth a little bit.” She whispers inches away from your face. “Yeah, just like that.”

You feel like you’re about to melt, a moan stuck in your throat, swallowed by the blonde. Her lips meshing with yours, guiding the kiss. The hand on your hip gripping tighter. She thrusts a bit, attempting to pull you in closer, and you whine into her mouth. This causes her to dig her nails into your skin, scratching at the tender surface.

By now, you’d forgotten Ellie was still in the room. You’d forgotten where you were, actually. Completely lost in a state of bliss. Her tongue on yours, teeth nibbling at your lip, touch making you weak.

She pulls away for air, and you remain leaning forward. Missing her lips on yours.

“Someone’s eager.” She teases. You bite your lip, scratching your nails on her scalp. “Sorry.” you breathe in a low voice. She shakes her head, tutting and rubbing your cheek. “Don’t apologize, it’s cute.”

Abby calls Ellie over, and you can feel her dip into the couch next to you both. Her cheeks are a flushed red and her eyes look fixated on you.

“Where are you the most sensitive?” Abby asks, shooting a small smile to Ellie.

“Why don’t we let me find out? Is that okay?” Ellie asks. You nod, breath growing heavy. There’s no fucking way this is real, you’re dreaming. You have to be. These two are working together to get you worked up.

You can sense Ellie behind you before you feel her hand slide under your neck. Fingertips on your chin, leaning your head to the side. She places a kiss behind your ear and it makes you shudder. “Fuck.”

They both laugh. This evil, menacing, condescending laugh and it’s making your thighs clench on Abby’s legs. “Ellie, you’re teasing the poor thing. She can’t handle it.” Abby places her hands on your thighs, spreading them apart as they were before.

“She can handle anything we give her, right?” Ellie’s moving her lips further down now. Trailing hot wet kisses down your neck, hands sliding up to grab your breasts through your shirt. You throw your head back, a soft whine escaping your lips.

“She’s so sensitive because she’s never been touched. Bet we can make her come without ever having to take her clothes off.” Abby’s hands begin sliding up and down your inner thighs. You feel a wetness pool in your underwear. “You’re probably right Abs. She’s already so worked up and we’ve barely done anything.”

Are they…mocking you? They’re fucking mocking you.

Ellie hums against your neck, hands slipping down to your leg, making you straddle Abby’s thigh. Abby places her hands back on your waist, hiking up your leg and making you grind against her.

You whine, head falling back against Ellie’s shoulder, but she offers no comfort or sanctuary. Hands kneading your tits while she leaves wet kisses on your jaw. “She’s probably soaked right now.” Ellie breathes.

Abby nods, admiring the way you give into their touch. So willing to be their fucktoy. She looks down at your crotch and hums. “She’s got a wet spot on her pants.”

“Such a shame. They look brand new. Now you’ve made a mess of yourself.”

It’s embarrassing to admit it, but you’re close now. The way your slick has covered your panties and is spreading all over your clit, Abby’s hands on your waist grinding you against her, Ellie’s mouth on you. Her hands on you. The way they’re talking about you like you’re not even there.

“I’m gonna-“ Can barely leave you lips before your climax hits you. You shake, dig your nails into Abby’s shoulder. Cry out an “Oh god, fuck!” and roll your eyes back as they help you ride your high.

Your body goes limp while you try to catch your breath. Everything is sensitive and you feel like you’d just seen stars.

“You did so good, baby.” Abby leans in to kiss you, and then Ellie behind you. “Ready for round two?”

Round what?

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friendlyengie · 10 months

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I am going to give Zhanna a super cool robot arm to maul her enemies with because she is beautiful and deserves it.

Husband approved

#Tf2 #tf2 zhanna #tf2 soldier #soldierzhanna #ottos fem fortress #my art!!#since I’ve ironed out where in the tf2 “timeline” I would see my fem fortress team and decided it would be post comics.#I wanted to start drawing her w/out her hand #I’ve also given up on giving my fem fortress zhanna the bun. I caaaant fucking do the shape. She gets her braid back.

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sinnful-darling · 9 months

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YAN! MALE SIREN PRINCE

tws: kidnapping, ummm siren’s song is used to aid said kidnapping

this male siren is the eldest. if this is well-liked, i’ll prolly do the other six siblings :D

♡ Yandere! Male Siren who, hates humans. They’re dirty and disgusting and selfish and they’re destroying his home!

♡ Yandere! Male Siren who is the heartstopper of the Seven Seas. His beauty is unrivaled! He’s also extremely intelligent and his combat skills are some of the best too!

♡Yandere! Male Siren who’s one of seven children. He’s the eldest of the siblings, at a height of 7′5 (when he’s not slouching), and usually spends his time learning how to manage a Kingdom.

♡ Yandere! Male Siren who’s the Heir of the Siren Folk, but would rather stick his nose in the book that he stole from that human earlier... what? That human just had good taste!

♡ Yandere! Male Siren who actually stole from you.

♡ Yandere! Male Siren who, when you come back late at night after realizing that you’d lost the book your loved one gave you, is absolutely mesmerized by you.

♡ Yandere! Male Siren who calls out to you on a whim, and hands you the book back, politely asking that you don’t tell anyone about his existence after he apologizes for stealing something so important to you.

♡ Yandere! Male Siren who becomes a very close friend to you. He’s polite and charming, and he’s extremely handsome...

♡ Yandere! Male Siren who was distraught when you said you had to go back to college and had to leave the AirBnB you and your friends rented for the summer. He asked that you come see him one last time before you left for school and you’d agreed.

♡ Yandere! Male Siren who had to concoct a plan and quick !

♡ Yandere! Male Siren who sifts through some old text and finds a spell to allow you to breathe underwater long enough for him to get you to his castle. Sure, his family will be upset, but he’ll protect you!

♡ Yandere! Male Siren who sings the spell, forcing you to swim to him in the cold ocean water. He’s quick to snatch you up, throwing you over his shoulder with an iron grip so you can’t get away, and hurriedly swims back down to his castle.

♡ Yandere! Male Siren who understands why you’re so upset with him and is extremely patient with you while you acclimate.

♡ Yandere! Male Siren who doesn’t notice that his siblings are also feeling the same way he is, and is furious with them when he finds out... but eventually comes around to the idea of sharing. But you love him the most right?

♡ Yandere! Male Siren who makes sure to take good care of you. He makes sure you’re fed properly and clean, and he’s always quick to have a MerMaid (get it?? lmao) fetch whatever you want.

♡ Yandere! Male Siren who’s just so sweet and only wants to love you :((

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bunmurdock · 3 months

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just working | matt murdock x f!reader

summary: you’re trying to focus on work, but matt murdock has something else in mind. tags: softdom!matt, office sex, oral (f!receiving), piv, established relationship, (not-so) secret relationship, idiots in love. word count: 1.9k a/n: i wasn’t expecting to share a fic so soon after putting out the poll, but someone replied something lovely on one of my fics, and it really made my day and motivated me to put to paper a little fantasy i’ve had for a while. 😭

“matt, we really shouldn’t be doing this here,” you whisper, giggling as you hide your face in his chest. you can feel his heart pounding as fast as yours, the thrill of the secret adding to the excitement.

“you started it,” he teases, his voice low and warm, the vibrations tickling your ear. you’re in his office, papers and files strewn across his desk with a half-spilled coffee on the floor, a testament to the workday that’s supposed to be happening. but right now, all that fades away. it’s just you and matt, alone in a bubble of your own making.

you look up at him. there’s a glimmer of mischief on his face, a challenge. “did not,” you retort playfully, trying to stifle another round of laughter. matt’s hand rests on your back, his touch light but firm, anchoring you to the moment.

“anyway,” you say, still fanning the half-dry coffee stain on your skirt. “seriously, matt, we need to focus.”

"i am focused,” he insists, the corner of his lip upturned in mischief. “focused on you.” he reaches out, pretending to adjust a nonexistent wrinkle on your shirt. the light touch sends a shiver through you, and you swat his hand away playfully.

"stop it,” you whisper, but with no real severity in your tone. matt just grins, undeterred.

"you know, you’re adorable when you’re trying to be serious,” he teases, leaning back in his chair and with an air of nonchalance.

"i’m always serious,” you retort.

he reaches for and grabs your arm, pulling you into his lap. he noses at your neck, the stubble of his chin teasing over your pulse point. his mouth opens to respond, but the sound of footsteps in the hallway jolts you both into stillness. matt’s head beams up, listening, and in a second his quick reflexes have you both stepping apart, looking every bit the consummate professionals as the door opens.

“got some fresh leads on the dawson case…” foggy announces, stepping in. “ahem, am i interrupting something?” he asks, his gaze flickering between the two of you.

"no,” you and matt both reply, a little too quickly. foggy raises an eyebrow.

“right,” he says, drawing out the words with a hint of skepticism. “well, i just came to drop off these files.” he places a stack of papers on matt’s desk, his eyes lingering on the two of you a moment longer before coming to rest on the coffee cup on the ground.

"thanks, fog,” matt says, his tone casual, but you can sense a slight tension in his posture.

foggy sighs, shaking his head slightly. “you two are about as subtle as a brick through a window, you know that?” he says.

matt turns away to hide a smile, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“foggy, we’re just working,” you reply, trying to sound convincing.

"sure, sure,” foggy says. “just remember, we’ve got a lot riding on this case. so don’t, uh—work—too much,” he says, with that, he turns and leaves, closing the door behind him.

as soon as the door clicks shut, you look at matt incredulously. “matt!” before you can chide him, he gets a goofy look on his face.

“so, i uh, might have finished prepping this case last night.”

"you... wait, what?” you exclaim. the thought of him letting you ramble on while knowing the work was already done makes you shake your head. “and you let me go on about it all day?”

“guilty,” he admits. he stands up, reaching out his hand to you. “but i thought it might be nice to have an excuse to spend the day with you.” there’s something so pure and honest about his tone that it makes your heart flutter.

you shake your head but are unable to hide your smile. he holds a hand outstretched, nodding toward the exit.

you take matt’s hand, but right before you reach the door, he veers off course, pulling you into a small, rarely-used bathroom. he locks the door with a soft click, and his lips are on yours in an instant.

he picks you up with a soft grunt, sitting you on the bathroom island, hiking your skirt up until it bunches at your waist. he drops to face-level with your cunt and pulls your waist to the edge, nosing hungrily at your underwear.

“matt, are you su—” you begin, but then you stop. the small space amplifies your sound, each tiny breath and touch echoing off the walls. you instinctively cover your mouth.

as if a switch suddenly flipped in him, a low chuckle comes from between your legs, and it's him doing the chiding this time. “that’s right. wouldn’t want to get caught again, would we?”

a rough finger pulls your underwear to the side and he playfully nips at your unsuspecting folds, then molds his lips around your clit and sucks. you whine into your own palm, your legs closing on instinct, but he holds them open, impossibly strong.

“mmphf— just a quick one before we get home,” he groans, arms snaking under your open legs to wrap around them like a vice. “c’mon, sweetheart, give me more,” he grunts against you, tapping your thigh twice with his hand. you’re not sure what he’s asking at first, but then he pinches your thigh, and you yelp. you grind into his face and he groans. you catch on, working up an erratic rhythm against his stubbled chin. it doesn’t take much for you to cum like this, his tongue suctioning torturously around your sensitive clit and darting into curl against your walls, eager for a taste.

it’s unrelenting. just like the rest of him.

after you come down from your climax, he helps you stand, holding out an arm for balance as you shakily step to your feet and let your underwear and skirt drop to the floor. he then drops his hand to his own aching erection, unbuckling his belt and stepping out of his slacks and boxers. you undo his dress shirt and pull it over his shoulder and down his arm, where they catch on the muscle of his biceps.

cock freed, he shucks off his shirt, and helps you pull yours over your head, bra in tow. he pulls you near enough so that, for a moment, you’re chest-to-chest and you feel his cock pulses against your lower stomach. you’re about to lower yourself down, take him into your mouth, when he puts a hand on your waist, stilling you.

“spit on it,” he murmurs, voice impossibly low. his whole demeanor seems to have shifted in just moments, confined in a space that’s so filled with your intoxicating scent.

you comply, and watch your own spit dribble down onto his erect cock. he holds a hand under it, catching any spare saliva so he can work it over his cock.

“jesus,” he curses softly, and his other hand comes up cup your chin and thumb at your lips. for a moment, he just takes his cock and runs it across the supple skin of your stomach, the curves of your waist, then against the fat of your thighs, slapping it a few times, spreading the slick around. “you have no idea, do you? the things you do to me.”

you whine softly against the thumb at your lip. “matt, please.” you’re not sure what you’re begging for, but, as always, he knows exactly what you want.

“turn around,” he orders, and you waste no time. he nestles between your parted legs, spreading them further with his own and bending you over the counter, the head of his cock already pushing past your entrance. you gasp, pushing back but meeting resistance with his size.

“‘s alright. ha—’ he breathes. “we’re going to take care of you, kay,” he murmurs, hand guiding himself in slowly, the low timber of his voice sending shivers down your spine. he works an arm under you, and slowly bottoms out into you.

you hiss at the stretch, but before long, you’re bouncing in his lap, the sound of skin slapping on skin filling the space. he’s bigger than you, and every thrust punches another guttural sound out of you. you gasp and writhe, trying to catch your breath and adjust to the stretch and pace. you grab the counter, the sink, the mirror.

he murmurs something, but you don’t quite hear it at first.

“—push back,” he repeats, a little louder. you do, but the next thrust fills you so deep, you almost yelp out loud.

“quit running from it,” he chuckles, but his size and pace are so overpowering, your arm instinctually moves back to slow his thrusts. he grabs it instantly and folds it back over your chest.

“push—back—” he grits, pulling your hips into his thrusts. when he’s satisfied, he groans into your ear, barely muffling the sound in your hair. and then rough fingers are rubbing over your clit, circling them.

“i know, baby, i know.” he croons softly against your ear as you bite down on your forearm to keep from moaning. “you—fuck—be brave for me.”

“that’s right. you’re gonna get it nice and creamy for me.” he keeps an unrelenting pace.

“or else—“ he chuckles, patting your cunt a few times.

“i’m gonna slap this pussy raw.”

you barely mask the sob into your arm. “matt— please.”

“you can do it, you can do it,” he breathes, voice breaking and growing equally as desperate. “‘m gonna follow you, sweetie.”

you push back into him, holding your temple flush against his.

“love you so m—,” you croak. “—much.”

“oh, i love you so much too— you’re mine, you know?” he breathes, and then he says your name, the final trigger.

you grab the counter in front of you, seizing up and crying his name inaudibly as you come harder than you’ve ever come. his arms hold you, your steady anchor at sea as you forget all your surroundings.

it’s just the feeling of him coursing, thunderous and electric, through your veins.

he joins you moments after, groaning into the meat of your shoulder.

you don’t know if seconds or minutes pass. in this moment, it’s just the two of you.

you both step out of the bathroom, adjusting your attire. the office around you is silent, the usual hustle of the day having ebbed away with the setting sun. matt pauses, his heightened senses scanning the environment.

“coast is clear. foggy and karen must’ve left,” he notes. "office is empty.”

"your heightened senses come in handy," you giggle.

matt’s hand reaches for yours, fingers entwining. "they have their perks," he admits.

matt pulls you close for a moment, kissing your forehead. surveying the aftermath of your impromptu interlude—the spilled coffee, the disheveled papers—he comments, “we made quite the scene here."

you glance at the mess, a playful glint in your eye. “just working, though,” you say.

“right, ‘just working’,” he repeats with a smirk.

hand in hand, you leave the office, stepping into the cool night. the city around you is alive with lights, but in this moment, they seem to pale in comparison to the excitement still buzzing through you.

#matt murdock x reader #matt murdock smut #matt murdock fic #matt murdock fanfic #matt murdock x you #x reader #matt murdock #matt murdock x fem!reader #matt murdock imagine #matt murdock fanfiction #marvel #marvel fanfic #marvel fanfiction #matt murdock fluff #bun’s #bunny brain

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homkamiro · 6 months

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Now, speeding bullet crop top scout but make it Yuri

I want to squeeze her and throw into the trashbin and then light the trashbin

#dialogue inspired by “little things” fanfiction from triggeredhappy #i hc that sniper was mostly into fat/buff women (cuz australia)#but she's still very fond of her skinny bun #oh to squeeze her sides #team fortress 2 #tf2 #team fortress 2 fanart #tf2 fanart #tf2 scout #tf2 sniper #sniperscout #speeding bullet #tf2 femscout #tf2 femsniper #fem fortress

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k0ushii · 5 months

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//genderbend, fem twst

really messy sketches but yeah-

#twisted wonderland #twst #fem twst #genderbent twst #ace trappola #deuce spade #floyd leech #jade leech #riddle rosehearts #my art #ok the three sketches on riddle was supposed to be for the school uniform ver #cuz i actually like the bun for the dorm ver

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tipsyleaf · 14 days

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Just so y'all are aware this bot drop will have 4 hybrid based bots and a Caregiver/Little bot (all Leon)

Currently working on the last hybrid one!

#leon kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x fem reader #leon s kennedy #resident evil x reader #🌿 ivy bots #🐰 Lil Bun Leon #🐇 Big Bun Leon #🐶 Puppy User #🖍️ Little User

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bun-lapin · 8 months

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Hi I saw that requests were open still, can I ask for a silver x fem reader having a family day with the rest of Diasomnia? Like Silver introducing his S/O to his family?💙💙💙

Hi~! Thanks so much for this request! This was a really fun prompt and I definitely got carried away thinking about the family dynamics of Diasomnia <3 I really focused on the introduction aspect of this request, hope that's ok! After I emotionally recover from the recent updates from the jp server, I might write a part 2 where they actually do more hanging out <3

Word count: 1.4k Format: outline scene CW: Silver x fem!reader, family, fluff

Walking up a narrow, winding path, you lean on Silver’s arm for support and glance nervously at the imposing castle that looms up ahead in the distance. Silver notices your unease and moves a little closer to you, pressing his warm shoulder against yours. He gently squeezes your hand in his and smiles reassuringly, “Are you feeling nervous, my lady?”

You squeeze his hand in return and smile a little sheepishly at him. “I suppose I am. First impressions are pretty important,” you admit with a small laugh. Your smile is replaced with an expression of growing worry as you pass under the great stone archway that guards the castle drawbridge. Looking down at your feet, you ask in a small voice, “What if they don’t like me?”

Silver immediately halts mid-step and turns to face you directly. Taking both of your hands in his, he leans forward and gently places his forehead against yours. In a sincere voice, he whispers, “You are an important part of my life now. They’re going to see that and love you. Take courage, my lady. I will be by your side the whole time.” He raises your hands in his and places a small kiss on the back of each one.

You smile warmly at your devoted knight and squeeze his hands affectionately. Turning to face the castle gate with renewed determination and strength, the two of you walk forward into Diasomnia.

Malleus

Malleus is the first to meet you. In the main hallway, you gasp with surprise when he suddenly steps out of the shadows. In a low voice, he says, “I see that our honored guest has arrived.” He greets you with a slight nod of his head and a polite smile. Your initial impression of him is that he’s very courteous but also a bit distant, like he’s holding you at arm’s length.

Silver bows his head to Malleus in a respectful greeting and you copy his movement. With a steady hand on your back, Silver presents you to the housewarden by saying, “Good evening, Malleus. I know you might have already met, but I would still like to formally introduce the two of you.” He smiles gently at you, his eyes lit up with tender affection, and you smile back at him in the same way. Turning back to Malleus, Silver states simply, “This is my girlfriend.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you see Malleus carefully observing the smile you exchange with Silver. The politely reserved look on Malleus’s face seems to soften and you feel the distance between you seem to shrink a bit.

Malleus leads you and Silver down the long hallway towards the dorm’s lounge. As you walk, Malleus asks the two of you basic questions, like how you met and what you do in your spare time. He carefully observes the way you and Silver answer his questions, how in sync your words and affectionate glances seem to be. By the time you finally exit the long hallway into the lounge, Malleus is smiling easily and now the feeling around the three of you is warm and full of shared fondness. With a small laugh, he says in a quietly amused voice, “You two seem very compatible. As if you were two of one soul.”

Lilia

As soon as you enter the lounge, Lilia suddenly drops upside down in front of you, hanging from his legs off a low rafter. With a mischievous grin on his face, he exclaims, “Oh wonderful! You’re finally here!” He lands after doing a small flip in the air and grabs your hands in an enthusiastic handshake. He leads you to a circle of comfortable looking armchairs and you all take a seat.

Turning to Silver, Lilia smiles warmly and asks, “Silver my boy, would you be a dear and go check on the food for tonight’s dinner? For some reason, I was banned from the kitchen after adding just one ingredient to the soup.” Silver starts to leave with a slightly panicked expression on his face but then stops to look back at you, as if asking permission. You smile and give him a small nod. Lilia, watching this silent exchange, puts a light hand on your shoulder and reassures Silver with a low chuckle, “No worries, my boy. I’ll keep your lovely lady safe and in good company!”

Silver nods and then hurries off in the direction of the kitchen. The minute that Silver disappears from view, Lilia excitedly starts telling you funny and sweet stories from Silver’s childhood. In between his anecdotes, Lilia asks you questions related to your relationship with Silver, such as how long you’ve been together and what sort of future you envision with him.

Although Lilia’s speech and mannerisms seem light and carefree, from his questions you get the sense that he’s trying to appraise how serious your relationship is. After he finishes his final round of reminiscing and questioning, you take Lilia’s hands in yours and you begin telling him, in an earnest and sincere voice, all the things you like about Silver, how deeply the feelings between the two of you run, and how you care for him more than any other person in your life.

Lilia listens to your words and studies your expression in thoughtful silence. When you finish speaking, he smiles sweetly and a bit sadly. Looking over your shoulder in the direction that Silver left moments ago, he sighs, “I can’t believe how quickly he has grown… That silver haired babe I found all those years ago.” He turns to you and gives your hands an affectionate squeeze. “Take precious care of him for me, my darling girl.”

Sebek

You hear Sebek before you actually see him enter the lounge with Silver. The pair walk into view together and you can’t help but softly laugh at the look of quiet annoyance on Silver’s face comically contrasting with the expression of exaggerated outrage on Sebek’s.

“You should be more vigilant, Silver! Falling asleep while stirring a pot of boiling soup?! I mean the very idea-” Sebek’s loud shouting suddenly cuts off when he sees you sitting with Malleus and Lilia. After offering respectful greetings to the fae on either side of you, Sebek turns to you with a small frown, “So! This is the human that Silver deems important enough to bother the young master for?”

Silver steps in front of you in a protective stance. He addresses Sebek with restrained anger in his voice, “I’ve already told you, Sebek. You are to treat her with the utmost respect.”

Dropping into a martial arts stance, Sebek shouts at Silver, “You’ll have to best me in a fight if you want me to acknowledge her as worthy of sharing dinner with the young master!” He leaps toward Silver with a loud yell, and the two begin sparring.

Your jaw drops in shock at the sudden turn of events and you leap to your feet. Looking to Malleus and Lilia in utter confusion, you see that they look completely unfazed. Lilia chuckles softly and explains, “This happens fairly often around here.”

You watch with rising concern as Silver and Sebek’s fight continues to rage on. After seeing both of them receive almost identical punches to the face, you decide to take action yourself. Grabbing a cushion from a nearby sofa, you swing it at the two fighting boys and manage to hit both of them in one motion, “That’s enough! Stop fighting this instant!” Both Silver and Sebek freeze and look at you with surprise.

Dropping the cushion on the floor, you rush to Silver’s side and assess any damage he might have received in the fight. Sebek watches the caring and devoted way you inspect Silver, and the way Silver’s face seems to glow with all the love he feels from your attention. You turn when you hear an awkward cough from Sebek.

Bowing slightly to you, Sebek states, “You have my apologies, my lady. It seems I have acted rudely and misjudged you.” He smiles at you and Silver, looking almost pleased. “It seems Silver has found an extraordinarily brave human to be his romantic partner.” Sebek then suddenly points at Silver and shouts, “I hope you know you’ll have to train even harder if you want to protect both her and Master Malleus!”

Silver laughs softly and his gaze sweeps over the faces of every person he holds dearest to his heart, his eccentric and beloved family. Placing a kiss on your cheek, he replies, “I know. I will protect everyone.”

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Vanessa Vergara

upcoming Minthara hair by the sweet @aurorartz ♥

#cyberpunk 2077 #fem v friday #female v #street kid v #cyberpunk 2077 oc #oc : vanessa vergara #pink queen #cyberpunk photomode #cyberpunk 2077 screenshots #cp 2077 #cp2077edit #videogamewomen #virtual photography #glory pics #my fancy babe <3 #this bun is lovely #as her

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audino · 2 months

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cuties in your area

#okay I rly like these #i still look too fem for my taste but whatever i’m CUTE #bun face #bun txt

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runway-jellyfish · 3 months

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God I wish women were real

#my artwork #medic tf2 #fem medic #fem fortress #save me fem medic. fem medic save me #witness my amazing character design genius of giving medic a bun #I did trace the bonesaw. it is beautiful and amazing but I can't draw it

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| Any Plans? 18+|

Summary | Moving to Raccoon City left you with many career options, just not so many living options. While reading the newspaper, you discovered a landlord looking for tenants. ‘Perfect you thought’, you quickly emailed the landlord and instantly got approved When you moved in, the apartment was more than you could ever dream of—especially the handsome landlord.

Trigger Warnings | nsfw, smut 18+ handjob, blowjob, hairpulling, being fucked on his desk. praising Wesker, dirty talk, " use of nicknames, like "slut"

A/N | hi my first fic ever, I'm a bit nervous to post this. I'm hoping to do more with this. So I hope you like this. Comments, reblogs and likes are welcomed or just general feedback <3 { I made the video myself] if I misses any typos. sorry.

In no time, you found yourself comfortably nestled in your brand-new apartment. Fortune smiled upon you, blessing you with an incredible deal on a spacious two-bedroom living space. The initial jitters of moving into your first apartment tingled through your body, filling you with a mix of excitement and apprehension about this new chapter. Much to your relief, your landlord ensured the entire process was seamless, devoid of tedious paperwork or any irrational regulations. Prior to your arrival, each apartment underwent thorough deep cleaning for a spotless and welcoming atmosphere. Although your landlord's lack of experience initially raised some concerns, it became clear that any doubts were merely a figment of your imagination.

Though you and your landlord didn't actively seek each other's company, every encounter between the two of you had always been quite pleasant. Today was no exception, as the last day of the month rolled around with rent due. Tasked with personally delivering the rent check to his office, you couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement. Over time, you'd developed an undeniable crush on him – from his perfectly slicked blonde hair to his impressively toned physique, resisting his charm seemed impossible. Besides, there was a bit of sexual tension between you both, from teasing touches and lust-filled glances.

Knowing this, you stood outside his office with a low-cut shirt and your favorite skirt. You waited for him to let you inside.

“ Come in.” you heard him say firmly. You opened the door gently and walked inside the eccentric office. The walls were dark green paired with mahogany paneling.

“ Hey, I've got my rent,” you replied brightly, he looked up and smiled at you. He motioned for you to sit down, so you did. You handed him the check and he started typing on his computer.

“Any plans for this evening dear?” He asked, trying to make conversation. You found him charming so you played into him.

With a playful glint in your eyes, you quipped, "I thought this outfit would reel someone in, but it seems my luck hasn't changed." A light-hearted giggle escaped your lips as you sensed his gaze taking in the captivating details of your outfit.

“ I’d say anyone would be ignorant to ignore you,” he remarked, reclining in his chair with a smoldering intensity. His ravenous eyes seemed to feast upon you, radiating an unmistakable aura of desire.

“I’d say you’re quite the charmer, Mr.Wesker.” you leaned forward trying to mimic his intensity. Causing his smirk to widen.

“Come around my desk dear,” he demanded, which you were more than happy to meet his demands. You got up, went around his desk, and waited for further instructions.

“ on your knees.” you got on your knees and looked up at him through your eyelashes. He relaxed in his chair and grabbed your head. Which took you by surprise, he had you unbutton his belt and yank the zipper down on his slacks then pulled his cock out of his briefs. You took his cock in your hand and let your hands travel down his length. Making sure you tease his throbbing tip, by teasing his tip with gentle kisses and kitten licks. He hisses in pleasure and yanked on your hair.

You took his length in your mouth slowly, making sure to take your time. After a few minutes, his entire cock was housed in your welcoming mouth.

“Oh, such a dirty slut. Taking me like a good slut.” he groaned while throwing his head back.

It didn’t take long for you to get wet and needy, and Wesker helped you up so you could lean on his desk. He stood up and positioned himself behind you. He rubbed your pussy and you blushed at the noises that were coming out of your mouth. He grabbed your hips and rubbed his cock along your sopping wet folds. He firmly pushed in, causing you to grab onto the edges of the desk.

You started to scream out of his name and started to praise him. Which caused him to thrust faster.

“Ohh- yes fuck me like that. You’re doing so good.” One of his hands met yours and clasped them together. He hisses and purposely filled your pussy with his cum, after watching it seep out after you had gotten too full. His lips curved up into a devious smirk after he pulled out.

He helped you stand up, knowing you would be sore from taking him. He grabbed a few tissues and wiped you off. While snatching your panties from you and sticking them in his pocket.

{ please don't copy or translate my works, or use AI.}

#bun says ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･#albert wesker #albert wesker x reader #albert wesker x you #dbd albert wesker #wesker x you #dbd albert Wekser x reader #dbd the mastermind #dbd wesker #dbd albert wesker x you #resident evil x you #resident evil smut #albert wesker smut #albert wesker imagine #albert wesker fanfic #resident evil wesker #Albert wesker x fem! reader

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all is fair in love and scrabble

summary: you and matt play a game of scrabble, and the competition gets fierce. warnings: fluff, matt being a show-off. word count: 1k a/n: for all the competitive girlies out there <3

you’re sitting across from matt, a scrabble board between you. the room is cozy, lit by a soft lamp in the corner. you’re both deep into the game, letters scattered around as you both try to outwit each other.

“that is not a word,” you protest, pointing at the board where matt has just laid out ‘qat.’

matt leans back, a smirk playing on his lips. “it’s a word. it’s a type of shrub. trust me, i know my words.”

you can’t help but roll your eyes. “fine, but if i find out you’re making up words…”

he chuckles, ”you’ll what? tickle me to death?”

the game continues, with both of you playfully arguing over each other’s word choices. matt feels each letter tile before placing them on the board, his fingers moving deftly over the embossed letters.

“aha! ‘bamboozle!’” you announce triumphantly, placing your tiles on the board.

matt tilts his head, a smile in his voice. “bamboozle? really?”

“yes, and it’s worth a ton of points,” you say with a toothy grin.

the game takes a whimsical turn, as both of you start to play the most outrageous words you can think of. matt plays ‘snickerdoodle,’ and you counter with ‘hullabaloo.’ you can’t help but laugh at the absurdity of the words.

“okay, your turn,” matt says, passing the bag of tiles to you.

you pick a tile and frown. “z? what am I supposed to do with z?”

matt leans over, his shoulder brushing against yours. “zephyr, zealot, zucchini... need more z words?”

you stick your tongue out at him playfully. “show-off.”

finally, you place your tiles on the board, spelling ‘zizz.’ matt feels the tiles and nods approvingly.

“a zizz, huh? are we inventing words now?” he teases.

you laugh. “maybe. but it’s fun, right?”

the game continues with more laughter and ridiculous words. matt places ‘quokka’ on the board, and you burst into giggles.

“quokka? really, matt?”

he grins, his fingers tracing the letters. “it’s a real animal. cutest thing you’ve ever seen.”

you play along, enjoying the challenge and the fun. “fine, then i raise you ‘gobbledygook.’”

the scores are close, but the competition is friendly. matt’s laughter fills the room, warm and infectious, and you find yourself laughing along with him.

matt’s smugness grows as he pulls ahead in the game, his word choices becoming increasingly obscure and challenging. “and that” he says with a triumphant flourish, ”is ‘xanthophyll.’”

you stare at the board, trying to come up with a word that can match his score. matt’s grin widens, sensing your struggle. “need help?” he offers teasingly.

“no way!” you reply, determined to outdo him. but as you look at your letters, you realize the odds are against you. matt’s lead is almost insurmountable now.

you lean forward, a mischievous glint in your eyes. ”you know what, matt? i think you’ve earned a break.”

matt raises an eyebrow, his smirk still in place. “oh? and what did i do to deserve that?”

“well,” you begin, your voice dropping to a playful whisper, “you’ve been so good at this game, outwitting me at every turn. i think it’s only fair to give you a reward.”

matt grins, catching on. “and what kind of reward are we talking about?”

you stand up, walking around the table to stand beside him. “how about a distraction?” you say, your hand reaching out to gently tug at the edge of his shirt.

“a distraction, huh? i’m not sure if that’s within the rules of scrabble.”

“who says we have to follow the rules?”

matt chuckles, his hand covering yours. “i like the way you think.”

he stands up, his presence commanding yet gentle. “alright, you’ve got me. what’s this distraction?”

you take a step back, a playful challenge in your eyes. “first, you have to catch me.” with that, you dart away from the table, laughter trailing behind you.

matt’s laughter joins yours as he follows, his heightened senses easily keeping track of your movements. the scrabble game is forgotten, replaced by a new game of playful chase around the apartment.

you duck behind the couch, peeking out with a giggle. matt’s footsteps grow closer, his own laughter a warm sound in the cozy room.

“gotcha,” he says, suddenly appearing beside you. his arms wrap around you in a gentle embrace, and you laugh, caught in the moment.

the evening turns into a delightful mix of playful pursuits and shared laughter, the scrabble game a distant memory. you find yourself lost in the joy of the moment, the smugness and competition replaced by a warmth that fills the room.

matt’s voice is soft as he whispers, “best distraction ever,” his breath tickling your ear.

you smile, leaning into him. “glad you think so. but just so you know, next time, i’m totally going to win at scrabble.”

matt’s chuckle vibrates through you, his embrace tightening just a bit. “oh, is that a challenge?”

“absolutely,” you reply, grinning up at him. he nods, a contented sigh escaping him as he relaxes into the couch, pulling you along with him.

as you snuggle against matt, feeling the steady rhythm of his heart, you realize that this moment—this simple, joyous connection—is more precious than any game.

“you know,” matt murmurs, his fingers gently playing with your hair, “this turned out to be the best game of scrabble i’ve ever played.”

you laugh, your head resting comfortably against his chest. “yeah, even though we didn’t finish it.”

“it’s not always about finishing the game. sometimes, it’s just about enjoying the time spent playing it.”

you close your eyes, content in the circle of his arms, the worries of the day fading away. outside, the city continues its bustling rhythm, but inside, in matt’s embrace, everything is calm and peaceful.

and in that moment, with matt’s warmth surrounding you and his heartbeat a steady lullaby, you realize that winning isn’t everything. sometimes, the best victories are the ones where you find happiness, together.

#matt murdock x reader #matt murdock fluff #matt murdock fic #matt murdock fanfic #matt murdock x you #x reader #matt murdock #matt murdock x fem!reader #matt murdock imagine #matt murdock fanfiction #marvel #marvel fanfic #marvel fanfiction #bun’s

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ihavemanyhusbands · 1 year

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Honey Bun (18+ Series)

Aaron Hotchner x Stripper!Reader

Part 3 // MINORS DNI

WC: 3.1k words

Song Inspo: Bop it Up! - The Marías (this song is sooooo)

Series Warnings: Eventual smut, bit of an age gap (placing reader at around 25-26), cursing, alcohol consumption, formalized sex work (Stripper/Pole Dancer), occasional angst, drama. In this chapter specifically -- oral (m receiving), p in v, dirty talking, tittyfuck, aaaand that's all I can think of rn, but lmk if I missed anything!

A/N: Hahahaha this got a little too self-indulgent for a moment sorry about that but anyways pls enjoy hee hee

Out in the main room, Gia was draped on the lap of her favorite regular — A ruggedly handsome playboy that oozed charm and mischief, pearly white teeth glinting in the neon lighting. Derek was his name, and he was a rare exception to the sea of shitty patrons that came into the Crimson Lounge.

While he didn’t stop by all too often, he always tried to make time to see Gia. He treated her like a queen, really. He bought her presents and kept in touch with her, so that she wouldn’t think he forgot about her.

He was generous with his tips, always making sure to give you some when you were on stage, too. Sometimes, he’d even get the VIP room for an hour just to get you and Gia out of the main floor, even if all the three of you did was talk. But that’s not to say things were always rated PG.

You supposed at that point, you could consider him a friend of sorts, as well.

“Hello there, lovebirds,” you smirked at them, perching on the armrest of the seat next to theirs.

“Hey, Honey Bunny,” said Derek, adopting the nickname Gia gave you. “Busy night?”

“Never too busy for you two.”

Gia leaned her temple against his, smiling wide. “Derek was just being a big cheeseball.”

He chuckled. “What, can’t I tell you I missed you? It’s been a while, Gigi.”

You rolled your eyes playfully. “You guys are cute.”

“There’s enough love to go around, Honey,” Derek smirked.

“Save it. I’m allergic.”

“Oh, please,” Gia scoffed. “I’ve seen you heart-eyed before.”

You raised an eyebrow. “When?”

“With me, silly. Obviously.” She shook her head, bending closer to Derek’s ear to fake whisper, “Don’t let her fool you, she’s a big softie on the inside.”

His smirk only grew. “Trust me, I know.”

Once more, you rolled your eyes, swatting at them playfully. You still hadn’t told her about Aaron, but you were sure she could see the dreamy sort of infatuation in your eyes whenever your thoughts drifted to him. You hadn’t yet been on another date with him, but you couldn’t wait to see him again.

Eventually, you would probably have to tell him about this job… if things even got that far. A part of you wanted to stall things so that you could keep seeing him for longer. You weren’t sure how he would react, and a part of you feared that he’d simply cut you off. If that were the case, he wouldn’t really be worth keeping around anyway.

It would hurt, yes, but you wouldn’t ever let anyone shame you for anything you chose to do.

“We really need to get her a man, though,” she insisted. “Don’t you have a friend you could set her up with?”

“None that are worthy,” he said, but then thought about it. “Well, except maybe one or two.”

“It’s okay, baby,” you said, reaching over to pat his knee in appreciation. “Trust me, I can get my own.”

They both raised their eyebrows in amusement, sharing a look.

“I know you can,” Derek conceded. “If you change your mind, though, I can bring one to you. Hell, I can bring them both to you.”

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“Are you going to be home late tonight?” Sadie asked from the doorway. “I’m going out, too, and I just wanted to know if you’d be here after me or….”

“Probably,” you shrugged, glancing over at her. “Wait, is that my shirt?”

“…Maybe. I’ll wash it, I promise.”

You sighed in resignation, letting it go for the time being.

“Actually, I don’t even know if I’ll be home at all tonight.”

“Ooooh, I thought it was just a lil date,” she asked, crossing her arms over her chest.

You rolled your eyes. “You know how dates can end.”

Aaron had invited you over to watch movies at his place, promising he would cook for you. It’d be your first date in private, which made it all the more exciting. You rarely accepted dates at somebody’s house, but this was Aaron you were talking about!

You knew he wouldn’t try any funny business — unless that’s what you wanted (which it was) — so that made you feel more at ease. Well, for the most part, since you were practically vibrating with anticipation, too.

“Oh my god, you’re like, shaking,” she said teasingly, wagging her eyebrows suggestively. “You like this one, don’t you?”

You huffed in frustration, fixing your ponytail. You’d opted to dress cute but comfortable, finally having a night off to yourself. You couldn’t even remember the last time you wore plain leggings and a sweatshirt, but at that moment, you wished you never had to wear anything else.

“What’s with everyone suddenly thinking I’m a hopeless romantic or something?”

“I don’t know, dude. I haven’t seen you like this about someone in a while.”

“Whatever, Sadie,” you said, deciding to change the subject. “Where are you going anyways?”

“It’s Nena’s twenty-first, remember?” she said, shouldering you a little to the side so she could also look in the mirror. “We’re going to the Duchess, so don’t worry, I’m sure Jo’s gonna keep an eye on us.”

Your phone buzzed on the dresser, and you saw it was a text from Aaron saying he was outside.

“Well, just be careful, okay? And don’t drink too much,” you said, kissing her temple as you grabbed your stuff.

“Have fuuun~” she said in a sing-song voice. “Oh! And can I borrow your leather jacket?”

“Yes, as long as you don’t scratch it!” You yelled over your shoulder, practically skipping towards the door.

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Upon arrival, Aaron hung up his keys and his jacket, hovering close to you.

“Welcome to my humble abode,” he said, vaguely gesturing around.

“Wow, your place is really nice,” you said as you took off your shoes by the door.

That was an understatement. His house was immaculate, really, with hardwood floors and modest decorations. He had nice furniture, but nothing too flashy or extravagant. You already knew he had money, but it was clear he didn’t much care to flaunt it.

“I can give you a tour after dinner,” he offered. “I finished preparing everything earlier, just need to heat it up.”

“Need any help?”

“No, no, don’t worry about it. You just sit back and relax, let me spoil you.”

You couldn’t help but smile slyly. “Spoil me, huh? Careful, Aaron. I just might get used to it.”

He smirked a little. “That’s the plan.”

From the adjacent living room, you watched him putter around in the kitchen, placing a dish in the oven and opening a bottle of red wine. He whistled a little as he worked, and you saw the flex of his muscles under his shirt. Your eyes trailed down to his exposed forearms, since he’d rolled up his sleeves.

Suddenly you were very hungry, but food was the last thing on your mind.

He brought you a glass and sat next to you on the couch, clinking his glass with yours. His body was angled to face you, arm resting behind you. You adjusted yourself, scooting just a little bit closer in the process.

“I’m surprised I was able to pull you away from work,” he said. “I’m really glad you could make some time for me in your busy agenda.”

“Oh, please,” you grinned, taking a sip of wine. “You act like I’m the only one.”

He chuckled. “I’ll give you that, but I did call off in advance.”

“So did I. Plus, doesn’t that make this time together even sweeter?”

He nodded, his eyes roaming over your face. He leaned forward to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.

“It sure does.”

You couldn’t help yourself, so you met him halfway and planted a kiss on his lips. It was quick and innocent, but it left enough of a promise that there would be more to come.

At that moment, the oven’s timer dinged, indicating that the food was ready. The two of you moved over to the dining table, which was neatly set, lit candles and all. He’d made pasta primavera and some rosemary chicken, which smelled heavenly. Not only did you love how much effort he put into it, but also the fact he was genuinely a good cook. He smiled when your eyes fluttered close after the first bite, humming in delight.

Dinner was a breeze, where you swapped stories and joked around, hands often coming together. They were so thrilling, those little touches; So incredibly intimate in their simplicity.

Perhaps it was then that the foreplay really started, before you even kissed him again.

You patted your belly as he cleared the table, smiling beatifically. At that moment, you wanted nothing more than to languish with him, your body warm from not just the wine.

“You know how they say that the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach?” You said. “I think that applies to women, too.”

He glanced at you over his shoulder, his smile mirroring yours. “I told you my nefarious plans from the beginning.”

You couldn’t help but giggle as he came back from the kitchen, leading you back towards the couch. God, now you were giggling too!? This wasn’t helping your case at all. You could picture Sadie and Gia’s smug smirks clear as day.

“Well, safe to say you succeeded.”

In a small act of boldness, you propped your legs up on his lap as soon as he sat next to you. He was so warm, too, and all you wanted was to sink into him. But the amount of restraint you two had held onto so far was kind of fun, almost like teasing. His hand came to rest on your knee, thumb lightly tracing it.

“So, do you have a movie in mind?” You asked, propping a cushion behind you and lying back on it.

He looked over at you, his eyes flicking down your body before returning to your face. “I could think of a few. What kind do you like?”

“Wait, oh my god, crazy request, but have you ever seen Bram Stoker’s Dracula?” You asked excitedly, propping up on your elbows. “The Coppola one. It’s one of my favorite movies, sooo fucking campy!”

“You’re cute when you’re excited,” he said, and his eyes seemed to gleam with affection as he started looking for it on his smart TV. “Anyways, I haven’t seen it, but now I really think I should.”

“Prepare to be absolutely blown away.”

Once he found the movie, you were more focused on his reactions rather than the actual film. You tried to watch, you really did, but it was impossible to look away from him. The elegant column of his throat, the clean cut of his jaw, the dark fan of his lashes…

His thumb absently continued its slow caresses on your knee, and you surreptitiously slid closer, so now your thighs were on his lap. He looked down at you then, his eyes pitch black in the low light, desire like a living thing behind them.

Your restraint broke then and there.

You sat up, cupping the back of his head and bringing him into your ravenous kiss. On the screen, Mina and Dracula were also kissing after he finally confessed his undying devotion for her. You moaned a little as he pulled you up so you could straddle him properly.

You raked your fingers through his hair as his tongue found yours. It wasn’t so much a kiss as it was a devouring, all the anticipation finally reaching its peak. He ran his hands down your back, reaching your hips as you rocked them. His breathing hitched at the friction, grip tightening.

“God… I’ve wanted this for days now,” he said, barely separating his lips from yours. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it.”

“You’re telling me,” you said with the smallest laugh, capturing his lower lip with your teeth.

He groaned into your mouth, which caused you to shudder. His hands hesitated at the hem of your sweatshirt, so you leaned back to grant him permission, raising your arms above your head. He took it off for you, tossing it to the side.

“You’re not wearing a bra,” he rasped, seemingly surprised but also utterly delighted.

“Obviously not, it’s my day off,” you said, nipping at his jaw, causing him to chuckle.

He moved to kiss your neck, your clavicles, your sternum, before finally his tongue encircled one of your nipples. One of your hands kept his head in place as you leaned back, eyes closing momentarily. Beneath you, his cock was rock hard, straining against his slacks.

As he rolled your other nipple between his fingers, you rocked your hips agonizingly slow. When his teeth grazed your sensitive skin, your body jerked, and you pushed him back.

“I need this off, now,” you urged, shaking fingers unbuttoning his shirt and pulling it off of him.

You ran your hands down his hairy chest, mouth watering at the sight of his heaving breaths and his puffy lips. You licked your lips salaciously, an idea popping into your mind.

“What do you say we turn this into a no pants party?” You purred.

He nodded eagerly, and you slid off his lap onto the floor, kneeling before him. He shifted his hips forward, and you reached to undo his belt and slacks, pulling them down. His cock sprang out, hitting his stomach. It was thick and just above average in length, with a prominent vein that you could not wait to tongue. The tip glistened with precum, and he gripped the base as your hands came to rest on his thighs.

Teasingly, you gave the tip a couple of kitten licks, tasting the salty musk of his arousal. He sucked in a breath through his teeth, and you looked up at him through your lashes. His hips bucked involuntarily, and you smirked.

“You like teasing me, don’t you?” he panted. “Where did my sweet Honey go?”

“I’m right here,” you breathed, pressing a kiss on his shaft before letting him feed it into your mouth.

You flattened your tongue as you began bobbing your head slowly, taking him deeper each time. He wound your ponytail around his hand as he gently guided your head, groaning as he reached the back of your throat. You hummed around his length.

You released him momentarily, pumping him with your fist as you finally licked the entirety of that sensitive vein. His body jerked, and more precum leaked out of the tip.

“Fuck,” he gritted out, head tossed back. “That mouth of yours is heaven.”

You giggled, utterly drunk on the fact that you could give him such pleasure. You rubbed your thighs together as you leaned forward, pressing your breasts against his cock. He began shuttling it up and down immediately, and you spat down on it so it could slide even easier.

“Such a dirty girl,” he praised, brow furrowed at all the stimulation you were subjecting him to. “I think I’ll lose my mind if I don’t fuck you soon.”

“That makes two of us.”

He gently pulled your head back as he bent to kiss you feverishly. Your tongues tangled messily, the movement of his hips erratic. Arousal was a deep well of heat in your belly, inner thighs sticky from how wet you were.

You moaned into each other’s mouths and, unable to wait any longer, you extricated yourself from him. You yanked your leggings off, along with your underwear, the two of you maintaining heavy eye contact.

You quickly grabbed a condom from your purse, opening the wrapper with your teeth before rolling it onto him. You were a responsible horndog, after all, even if you were also on birth control.

Next thing you knew, you were sinking down on his length, stretching you deliciously. You shared breath as he bottomed out, his hands on your back firmly pressing you against him.

“God, you’re so wet and warm,” he groaned, gripping your hips once more. “You’re taking me so well, too. This pussy is so good to me.”

You began riding him slowly, adjusting to his size. He filled you up so nicely, and you couldn’t help but whimper in his ear. He kissed your shoulder and your neck, sending shivers down your spine.

Soon enough, you picked up the pace, working the entirety of his length. You pulled back, using his shoulders to steady yourself, your breasts bouncing in his face. He chased one of them with his mouth, sucking your nipple once more.

The lewd sound of skin slapping together filled the room, as well as the chorus of your moans and grunts. You could feel that familiar coil winding in your stomach, and you bit down on your bottom lip.

“F-fuck, your cock feels so fucking good. It’s so t-thick,” you mewled, back arching. “I’m so close.”

“You’re clenching me hard,” he said, pulling back and reaching between the two of you so his fingers found your clit. “Come for me, I want to feel you coming all over my cock.”

He stroked your clit in quick, tight circles, and your hips stuttered. There was no rhythm to your movements at that point, just you chasing your high.

You came undone mere moments later, crying out his name. He was whispering praises before his words melted into a low groan. You could feel his cock twitching inside of you as he also reached his peak, prolonging your orgasm.

The two of you panted heavily, foreheads leaning together. You kissed him sweetly, smiling against his lips. He rubbed your back gently, and you could feel his hammering heartbeat against your chest, in tempo with yours.

“I wanted to jump your bones from the moment I first saw you,” you confessed with a chuckle, wiping a strand of dark hair away from his forehead. “But the real thing was so much better than my fantasies.”

“Oh, so you fantasized about me, did you?” He teased, and you shifted your hips in retaliation, making him hiss. “Easy there, cowgirl. You know I wanted you just as bad.”

The two of you laughed, sharing a couple more pecks before you lifted yourself off of him, plopping back onto the cushion.

He went to clean himself off and discard the condom, coming back with some water and a wet cloth to clean you up. He’d also brought you one of his t-shirts to wear, which you immediately slipped on, inhaling the lingering scent of his cologne deeply. He pulled you to him, kissing the top of your head and wrapping his arms around you.

“We can restart the movie if you want,” he said. “I must shamefully admit I wasn’t paying any attention to it.”

You grinned impishly. “I forgive you, I also wasn’t focusing much.”

“Something tells me we might have to pause it again, especially with you looking like that.”

“Well, you won’t hear me complaining.”

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