#gonna think ab this when i lay down

[kenntolog]

Oh oh! I want to tag in!! I’m not entirely sure if this is something you’re comfortable with, but since cool bf Sukuna loser gf reader takes place in university, I think I’d be super cool seeing sukuna get wasted and being so soft to reader and just loving her while she’s all flustered and maybe on the verge of tears cause she feels so loved (not that she didn’t before, but sukuna is like, being extra about it you know?), thought it be cute!!

𝝑𝝔 an: hey sweet anon!! this is indeed very cute and charming so i hope you enjoy my interpretation!! read more ab cool bf sukuna x loser gf reader here! wc: throwing up, drinking.

cool boyfriend sukuna is so wasted he loses his filter completely, his affectionate nature that was sealed deep inside of him, threatening to break out only for his loser girlfriend, finally free of it’s restraints.

“you’re always so good t’me, baby,” he mumbles, face snug in the juncture between your neck and shoulder, and in any other setting in would’ve been very very sweet, but not when he’s laying on top of you by the entrance of your place, having lost his balance when trying to get out of his shoes.

“‘kunaa~ d’you wanna maybe get up?” you whine, trying to move him off.

“i’ll stay where i want,” he lifts his head up, a frown appearing on his face before he visibly stiffens. you eye him warily before you realise that he’s probably going to throw up and it’s gonna be all over you if he doesn’t move.

thankfully, sukuna has mercy and quickly moves away from you, standing up and running to the bathroom, and soon enough you hear him groaning in pain and agony. you rub his back through it all, cringing at the way he still manages to curse in between choking on his own vomit, and lift him up making him drink some water and get ready to wash his teeth.

he’s still very much drunk, now uncharacteristically quiet as he stares at you through the mirror while brush his teeth carefully. he’s probably capable of doing it himself, you think, but you don’t think he should let go of the sink’s edge, still swaying a bit from side to side.

since you’re focused on brushing his teeth so you don’t notice his half-lidded gaze on you until you’re done, instructing him to spit out the excess toothpaste.

“let’s get you to bed, ‘kuna,” you mumble, shy under his intense gaze, and tug him by his arm gently, leading him out of the bathroom.

sukuna falls on the bed like a sack of potatoes, pulling you down along with himself as he sighs in delight.

“g’night, baby.” he mutters, holding you close to his chest, but you chuckle nervously, trying to get out of his hold instead since you still had to change and do your routine before sleep. “where the hell are you goin’?”

“i gotta change and wash—”

“no, i can’t sleep without you, baby,” he pouts and you can barely keep your face intact to not give away your bewilderment because this is a revelation for you. his arms tighten around you a little as he glares at you sleepily.

“it’ll take just a couple of minutes, ‘kuna,” you attempt to negotiate once again. he stares at you for a few seconds before groaning and sitting up.

“‘m comin’ with you.”

you sigh, suppressing your growing smile, but don’t resist and let him tug you both into your bathroom.

———————

“you don’t even have to do all this shit,” sukuna complains quietly now that he’s settled: head heavy on your shoulder with arms wrapped around your middle as he blinks slowly and yawns occasionally.

you don’t give him an answer, busy with the last step of your routine, before you feel him breathing you in slightly, lips nipping on the skin of your neck.

“you’re the prettiest girl in the world for me,” he mutters simply, kissing your jaw and cheek as his hands rub up and down your sides soothingly. you feel your face heat up when his eyes lock with yours through the mirror, your flustered state now more visible. “the best girl in the world.”

“s’kuna,” you mumble, looking down at your hands so that he doesn’t see your cheeks dusting with the embarrassing pink.

he ignores you, fingers clasping around yours as he pulls you out of the bathroom and to your bed. once again, sukuna drags you into the bed with himself, covering you both with your blanket.

“my girl,” he sighs with a sleepy grin and cups your face with both hands, leaning in to place a kiss on your nose and lips. “took care of me so well t’night.”

you almost whine in embarrassment, hiding your face in his chest so sukuna doesn’t see the way your bottom lip juts out and eyes get watery as you try your best to not sniffle so much. the amount of love you feel from him is so overwhelming you start feeling stupid for the way you don’t know whether to laugh in delight or cry from the softness.

“love you so much.”

“love you too, ‘kuna.”

+ bonus!

“were you cryin’ into my chest?”

“n-no, why’d you say that?”

“you totally were, loser.”

“sukuna!”

#— miya writes! #sukuna x you #sukuna ryomen x you #sukuna ryomen x reader #jjk sukuna #ryomen sukuna x reader #sukuna jujutsu kaisen #sukuna ryomen #ryomen sukuna #sukuna x reader #sukuna #jujustsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk x reader

[xxbimbobunnyxx]

18+MNDI

Thinking about Frat!Rafe and his frat bros having a car wash, not because they need money, no, it’s all just one big real life thirst trap. Their rich dad’s fund the frat so they’re absolutely going to just use the money on more beer. He begs you to come by because you’re “the only girl he wants to see there” and it doesn’t hurt that he can flex his hot girlfriend and the nice car he bought you on his bros.

“Rafe, you literally took my car through the car wash yesterday.”

“So? Don’t you wanna see me all soapy and wet, baby?”

So of course you end up going. You put on a slutty little outfit because if you’re going to go, you’re going to look hot. When you pull up next to him he smirks at you, his hair is slicked back from being wet, and his bare chest is glistening in the sun, little droplets of soap and water dripping down his abdomen. He runs over to your little car, leaning down to look at you, tapping his finger on your window. You roll your eyes as you roll it down.

“There’s my girl, gimme kiss.” He has to practically fold himself in half to push his head into the window, he takes your face in his hands and presses his lips against yours. When he pulls back, eyes roam the little pink top that accentuates your tits perfectly and the matching little pink skirt that’s ridden up your thighs while you were driving. “Damn baby, this all for me?”

“Always for you, daddy. Now chop, chop, wash my car.” You snap your fingers at him, sending him a wink before rolling your window up.

And wash your car he does. He makes a whole scene of it, pressing his swim trunk covered cock against the drivers window while he soaps up the roof, laying practically his whole body across your windshield, his soap slick abs on full display against the glass. He draws little hearts in the soap, blowing you kisses, sending you those fucking smirks that drive you crazy. When he’s done, he pulls open your door, practically ripping you from the drivers seat.

“You didn’t think I was gonna let you come here and not get my hands on you, did you?” One of his large hands laces through your hair while the other grabs your hip, pressing your back against your wet car before crashing his lips against yours. It’s a hungry kiss, all tongues and teeth. His brothers whoop and cheer around you but you don’t even care because he feels so good. “Now chop, chop, baby, run along. I’ll see your cute little ass later.”

He pats your ass twice before pulling away from you, opening your door for you and walking away, leaving you breathless and wet in more ways than one.

#idk I saw a tiktok of a frat car wash and this happened #rafe #rafe Cameron #rafe concepts #rafe Cameron blurb #rafe Cameron x reader #rafe cameron concepts #rafe obx #rafe outer banks #rafe x reader #rafe imagine #frat!rafe #divider by me

[lymtw]

Late night phone calls with Toji where he's practically buzzing at the sound of your voice. Nothing special about the conversation, but there's just something so delicious about the static on the line merging with your voice. You sound kind of tired and you're sighing just enough to drive him a little crazy.

You have a history of having to fight to get him to listen, regardless of how many times he says that he is listening. You test him by asking questions about what you just talked about and he gets a solid 90%. Most of the time...

This time he wasn't getting anything. It's been a couple days since you last went over to Toji's so he was missing you a little more than usual tonight. But, you called later at night like you usually do to tell him about your day. You'll never get over the way he answers the phone, the most spine tingling hello you've ever heard, each time better than the last, save for when you call him after he falls asleep and he answers in that raspy voice that shakes you to your core. But, as said before, he was getting nothing and you were starting to wonder if he was losing track of what you were telling him.

"Toji? Are you still listening?"

"Yeah, keep talking, princess. Tell me everything."

So you keep going because you believe him, only to be interrupted a second time by something that sounds like a shudder.

"Toji?"

He takes a second longer to answer this time.

"Mm... yeah, doll?"

"You okay? We can go to sleep if you want. I'll see you tomorrow anyway."

His hand is wrapped around his cock, pumping himself as you keep talking. You're kindly offering an out for this phone call. He must be tired. You think maybe that's why he's not talking as much.

"Don't feel pressured to keep talking. If you're tired, you're tired baby. We have all day tomorrow."

He wants to hear your voice as he keeps going, though. If you knew what was happening, would you judge him or would you egg him on?

"Don't worry about it, mama," he groans. "Just really like the sound of your voice 's all. Come on. Talk to me. What else did you do today?"

So you tell him about how you went shopping for a new dress to go out in.

"Wanna see me in it tomorrow? Or should I save it for a more formal date?"

He shudders once again, his abs quivering as he focuses on collecting the pearls of precum that endlessly form on his tip and smearing it all over his shaft. You have him thinking about the last time you wore a dress around him. It ended up being bunched up at your waist as he fucked the soul out of you in the men's bathroom of a restaurant.

"Think you should," he pauses and clears his throat, muttering an unintelligible curse away from the phone. He is seconds away from busting. "Save it for when I can take you out... we're staying in," he pants. "I'm gonna fuck you tomorrow, doll."

Your face goes so red, and you can't help but giggle to yourself despite the rush of nerves that invaded your body.

"Gonna be good for me, right? You're gonna sleep over and let me play with you?"

At this point you feel like rolling off your bed to cool yourself down on the cold floor.

"Of course, Toji. I'm all yours."

You can hear heavy breathing laced with the static on the line.

"Oh fuck... say that again, princess. Again for me."

You've caught on to this freak's game. So you do what you can to make him drip like honey.

"All yours, Toji. Yours to fuck, yours to choke, yours to gag. I'll let you have your way with me tomorrow." You grin as you hear the muffled moans on the other end. "You can put it whereeever you want and i'll take it for you. Just promise you'll fill me up, yeah?"

With that Toji cums so hard that he's rocking his hips against the mattress, his back arching in pleasure and a barrage of expletives are released. He sounds strangled, out of breath on the other end, and all you can do is laugh at the silence that takes over the line. You know he's laying there with his eyes closed, trying to come back to reality.

"You dead, baby?"

"Fuck you," he says, breathlessly, a lazy grin on his face. "I'll see you tomorrow. Better not be lying 'bout what you said earlier."

"Goodnight~"

#fanfic #toji fic #toji x y/n #toji x you #toji smut #jujutsu toji #jjk toji #jujutsu kaisen toji #toji fushiguro #toji x reader #dilf toji #jjk fic #jjk scenarios #jjk #jjk x reader #jjk smut #jjk fluff #jjk x you #jjk x y/n #jujutsu kaisen fic #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujutsu kaisen x y/n

[babydollmarauders]

SECOND TRIMESTER — JACK HUGHES

jack hughes x fem reader

part of the el!hughes au

summary: when y/n (Lovie) is having trouble sleeping and her pregnancy hormones are at their peak, Jack convinces her she won’t make his injury worse by riding him.

warnings: NSFW CONTENT, p in v (unprotected), pregnancy sex, slight degradation, praise. (2k words)

notes: everyone’s been asking for a Jack and Lovie smut, so i thought when better to do the first one than when Lovie is feeling extra needy?

my husband and i lay on opposite sides of our mattress.

i’m curled up on my side, one leg curled up towards my stomach and laid on a pillow, facing my husband but at least two feet apart from him. meanwhile, he sprawls lazily on his back, scrolling on his phone.

i peek an eye open to look at him, stretching out my arm and placing my hand on his naked torso.

Jack glances over at me in thinly veiled amusement, an expression of disbelief curtaining his face.

“so, when i try to cuddle you, you push me away and tell me to stay on my side of the bed, but now you wanna touch me?” he gapes, glancing down at my hand that’s plastered onto his abs.

“precisely.” i state, my voice groggy and words drawled, “we touch on my terms, and right now, i can’t sleep and i need to feel you.”

“but i can’t cuddle you?” his full bottom lip pokes out in an exaggerated pout.

“no. you’re like a furnace and your spawn has made me into one too.”

“my spawn.” he echoes my words with amusement, “is that what we’re calling our baby now?”

“mhm.” i hum in confirmation, readjusting my leg on its pillow and wiggling my body. “i forgot how hard it is to sleep while pregnant.”

Jack locks his phone, discarding it onto his nightstand.

“is there anything i can do to help you sleep?” i mull over his offer, carefully considering each option that my mind thinks up.

there’s only one that really interests me, but as soon as my eyes land on his injured shoulder, i shake my head.

“no.” i finally tell him, but he cocks a brow at my hesitation.

“you sure?” he questions, “because based on the look on your face, i’d say you thought of one.”

i eye his shoulder again, thinking it over once more; but this time, his eyes follow my line of sight before he sighs.

“you’re not gonna break me, lovie.” he ushers me forward until i’m curled up into him, my medium sized bump pressed against his side. “i’m fine and i’ll continue to be fine even if we cuddle.”

cuddle.

he thinks i’m afraid of cuddling him.

he thinks cuddling is what will help me fall asleep.

“that’s not what i want.” i murmur, barely above a whisper.

“huh?” his fingers dance lightly up and down my back, sending goosebumps throughout my skin.

“i didn’t wanna cuddle.”

“then what is it you need, lovie?” he asks in a hushed tone, his baby blues gazing into mine as i look up at him.

i press my lips to his chest, mumbling out my next words, “i wanna ride you.”

“i can’t hear you, baby.” my eyes flutter closed, a silent sigh leaving my lips when i realize i’ll have to repeat my statement.

“i wanna ride you.” i repeat, slightly louder this time.

Jack’s hand freezes on my back, eyes widening just slightly before they go back to normal.

“forget it, i’ll go make some warm milk or something.” i huff, making a move to roll away from him, but his hand wraps around my forearm, effectively stopping me from getting far.

“c’mere.” he orders, darkness clouding his eyes as his pupils blow out.

his chest puffs a little when i do as he says, crawling back over to him and sitting on my knees beside him. i look down at him, hair falling to curtain my face.

“you wanna ride me, baby?” one corner of his lips quirk up in a smirk, “you wanna sink that pussy down on my cock and get yourself off?”

my breathing is becoming labored, my thighs clenching at his dirty talk, and he immediately takes notice.

“you do.” he confirms, “you wanna wear yourself out and make a mess on my cock.”

a whimper draws up from the back of my throat, nodding my head hastily.

“go ahead, lovie.” he urges, pushing the comforter down and kicking it off his lower body.

he’s half hard already, his bulge beginning to strain against his gray sweatpants. my body reacts to the sight instantly, my dampening core becoming a puddle.

but before i can jump on my husband, i hesitate, looking back down at his injury.

“are you sure?” my voice is small and meek, unsure in my actions, but when i look into his eyes, i find them darkened with lust, pupils blown.

“fuck, baby.” he groans, throwing his head back on his pillow. “yes, i’m sure. now please, just ride me.”

he doesn’t have to tell me again, i make quick work of stripping off my oversized t-shirt, laying on my back and hooking my thumbs through my panties before trying to yank them down. but my bump prevents me from getting very far in this position.

“Jack.” i whisper, a little embarrassed by the predicament.

“yeah, lovie?” i can hear the amusement in his tone, making me roll my eyes.

“can you help me?” his face pops up in front of my own as he sits up, leaning over my body.

“i’ve got you, my love.” he takes over for me, hooking his index fingers in the sides of my panties and pulling them down my thighs.

“thank you.” i tell him as he throws the now dampened panties in a vague direction towards our hamper. “now lay down.”

he chuckles at my attempt of demanding, laying back down anyways.

i roll back over and get back on my hands and knees, crawling over my husbands body and hovering over his thighs.

“hi, beautiful.” he smirks, letting his fingers trail up my sides, but his hips jerk when my own hand comes down to palm him through his sweatpants. “fuck.”

i bite my lip, tugging at the hem of his pants until they finally come down just enough for his erection to spring out. i lick my lips at the sight, any other time, i would gladly take the moment to get my lips on him, but right now? i need him in other places.

i crawl higher up his body until my face is hovering over his, lowering myself just enough to capture his lips with mine.

a soft moan pours from my lips to his, my hips lowering to grind upon his hardened cock. his hips buck up, his hand now tangling in my hair as he pulls me in deeper. his tongue grazes my lips, urging me to open up to him, and i do so eagerly, letting his tongue into my mouth to battle with mine.

“Jacky.” i whimper against him, grinding myself down onto him again.

“sit on my cock, lovie.” he gruffs, and it’s just the push i need in order to grasp his length in my hand, lining him up with my entrance before i finally sink down onto him.

my head tips back, a moan escaping my parted lips, and his hand immediately covers my mouth.

“gotta be quiet.” he states, voice strained as my walls envelop his cock. “Luke and El are sleeping right down the hall. you don’t wanna wake them, do you?”

i eagerly shake my head, enticing him to let his hand drift away from my mouth and down to my full breast. he squeezes roughly, pinching at my nipple and pulling it.

my hips grind against his, my clit dragging along his pelvic bone, but i bite my lip to hold back my sounds.

“good girl.” he praises, causing a full body shiver to encase me.

i lift myself, beginning to bounce on his dick, and the squelches of him rubbing through my wetness spur me on, lowering myself closer to his chest in order to hit a better angle.

the tip of his cock hits my g-spot and my eyes roll back, my jaw going slack as i drag my hips up and then back down.

“you’re doing so good for me, lovie.” he whispers, leaning up to let his lips graze the shell of my ear. “this is what you needed, isn’t it? to fuck yourself on my cock like a good whore? get yourself all tired out?”

i whimper behind pursed lips, nodding my head, “yes, Jack. fuck.”

he leans back down, his head back on the pillow as his fingers grip at my ass. a strangled noise escapes his throat, his cock twitching inside of me as i swivel my hips.

“just like that.” he breathes, his hips beginning to buck up in order to meet mine.

my breathing is heavy, my hands forming fists on Jack’s chest as i begin to feel that familiar pressure settle in my stomach.

“oh my god.” my words are panted out, my legs starting to ache, but i push myself to finish.

“not god, baby. just me.”

my teeth sink into my bottom lip, a squeak leaving me as my hips begin to stutter, the knot in my stomach growing tighter and tighter with each meeting of our skin.

“Jack, i’m gonna-” i can barely finish my sentence, being cut off with a whine as his thumb finds my clit, beginning to rub circles into it.

“cum for me.” he orders, rubbing faster with each passing second, “make a mess on my cock so you can sleep.”

my walls squeeze him tighter, my legs shaking and my breath catching in my throat as my orgasm hits me. my hips halt in their movements, but Jack’s don’t stop, rather fucking up into me to ride me through my release.

until finally, he falters, his rhythm becoming sloppy as he reaches his own orgasm, his hot cum spilling into me in ropes.

his hand cups the back of my head, pulling me down so his lips meet mine, and i let him moan against them.

our bodies press against each other, as we lay there basking in the afterglow of sex, my eyelids fluttering open and shut, my body on the precipice of sleep.

“did it work?” he asks me, a gentle hand running up and down my back.

“mhm.” i hum, “are you okay?”

he sighs as i peer at him through my lashes, scanning his face for any sign of pain.

“lovie, i’m fine. stop worrying about me.” i pout at his response, nodding my head and laying it down on his chest.

“so what made you want this?” he questions, “the last couple months if i even try to insinuate sex, you look like you wanna beat me with El’s blocks.”

i press my lips to his chest, stifling a laugh.

“damn second trimester hormones.” i huff, “i’m so horny all the time right now.”

the corner of Jack’s lips quirk up in a smirk, “i think i love the second trimester.”

“shut up.” i giggle, rolling my eyes as i finally lift myself off of him, getting off the bed.

i leave my husband behind in order to use the bathroom and change back into my t-shirt and some new panties before i lay back down.

“okay, you can cuddle me.” i decide right after a hefty yawn.

“too late.” he says, an exaggerated pout playing at his lips. “i don’t wanna cuddle anymore.”

“too bad. i’m your wife and i want cuddles now so i get cuddles, because i’m carrying your child.”

Jack feigns an exasperated sigh, pulling me in so my back lays against his chest, his hand resting on my bump. he peppers light kisses up my shoulder and the side of my neck.

“i guess.” i can hear the smile in his tone, making me giggle.

“there is no guess. you love me.” i state, my hand coming down to lay on top of his.

“yeah, i love you.” he playfully concedes, pressing one last chaste kiss to my neck. “so much.”

“i love you too.”

sleep pulls at my consciousness, my eyes falling closed as i let out one final yawn, and just before i fall asleep, i can register the feeling of Jack’s hand soothingly rubbing my bump.

#el!hughes au #jack hughes #jack hughes x reader #jack hughes imagine #jack hughes fic #jack hughes blurb #jack hughes smut #nj devils #nhl fic #nhl imagine #nhl smut #faithlynn’s writings <3

[bellewintersroe]

hiii, could you write a danny ric fic, where the girl rides his tattooed thigh, as long as you're comfortable w that ofc. thank uu

omg yes 😏 thank you for your request <;3 Daniel Ricciardo x Reader ~ Thigh Riding 18+.

warnings: smut, thigh riding, dirty talk, orgasms, choking, mentions of some light slapping.

My eyes dropped again onto the inked part of Daniel’s bare thighs. They looked so deliciously tanned, he looked fucking beautiful. We were training in a gym with three others present nearer to the back of the room, Daniel was supposed to be leading my workout by my mind was elsewhere.

“You listening, sweetheart?” My gaze snapped back up to his face, nodding innocently. “You look… distracted.” He knelt up, again, I felt my eyes fall back down to his muscular legs. “I am distracted.” I chuckled, laying back down to get in the right position to continue with my hip thrusts. “By what?” Daniel teased, shifting over to adjust my posture.

“Keep this part flat down.” He pressed just above my pubic bone, resulting in my stomach tightening from where he’d touched me. “By you.”

“Hm?” Daniel’s hand rested there. “Distracted by you…” I fell flat, giving up before I’d even started. “Why?” He questioned, but the glint in his eyes just proved he knew exactly why.

“Cos you’re so annoying.” I joked, nudging him in the abs. “You gonna keep working out, or??” His hand smoothed up to the bare part of skin between the hem of my shorts and my sports bra.

“Mmmh.” I moaned, knowing we’d been going at this for too long now. All I could think about was Daniel taking me right here, right now. If only we could kick everybody else out, it was our home gym after all. “That’s alright, babe, we can come back to it on Tuesday. You did good today.” When his hand slipped off I was left cold, longing for his touch again.

“Mmmh.” I pouted, rolling onto my front and watching him to begin tidying up. I perked my bum out slightly, Daniel glancing over with a smirk. “Get up, babe.” He nudged me with his foot, not seeming to have the time for my antics. Or so I thought…

As we headed out of the gym and towards the outdoor seating area, Daniel pulled me into him swiftly. Arm wrapped over the back of my neck as he kissed me deeply. “Daniel.” I giggled against his lips. “You were teasing me all afternoon.” He muttered, dropping all his thighs down onto the lounger behind him.

“Not on purpose.” I lied. “Not on purpose?” He mimicked, sinking down onto the chair. His hands rested on either side of my hips and he looked up to me, legs spread and just waiting for me to the mount them. “I was just having fun.” I smirked, holding eye contact. “Time for my fun.” He cheeked, talking my hands and pulling me to mount him.

When I went to put my other knee aside of him, he pushed it back between his legs so I was sat on his one, tatted thigh. I glanced down with a swallow, feeling him move up and kiss my exposed, flushed cheek. Daniel’s hair tickled under my chin, hands firming against my ass as I shifted a little on the muscle of his thigh. His shorts had ridden up, exposing his bare skin and tan lines he had going on beneath them.

He bounced his thigh slightly, catching my hum against his lips with an internal sigh of his own. “Daniel, what’re you-” my voice was cut short with a giggle.

“You know what to do.” His voice was hushed, tilting his chin up to me. My bottom lip fell slightly agape as he bounced his thigh again, indicating exactly what he wanted. It was exactly what I wanted as well.

A smile covered my lips as I pressed a few more kisses against his mouth, allowing him to move my hips with the press of his hands, pulling me back and fourth. I swallowed a moan, whining against his lips as my pussy caught over over the swell of his thigh. “You can do it harder than that.” Daniel whispered as I immediately followed lead, desperate to burn away at the need for friction felt in my pussy. Usually I was fully undressed, but somehow it felt even hotter that I was riding his thigh with my shorts on.

The fabric of them and my underwear was thin, still causing a barrier that somehow made me want to work even harder against his thigh. I rolled my hips, slowly at first, rubbing my pussy against his thigh, Daniel’s teeth were clenched together, etching out his jawline perfectly.

“C’mon baby, harder.” He glanced me up and down, using a hand to tug down on my sports bra, exposing my tits, to kiss and lick. The warm feeling of his tongue and mouth sent my head up to the clouds and I stabilised myself on the floor below, pushing myself harder down on his thigh with a moan I couldn’t avoid.

This was so hot, he was so hot, soon I was gyrated desperately over his leg, my wetness was probably seeping through the material of my shorts, making it slick and easier to fuck myself against Daniel’s thigh. “Oh, Daniel.” I pathetically gasped, his hand smoothing up to grip at my neck.

“Good girl, riding my thigh like that…” he pulled our foreheads together, free hand coming to stroke over my cheek. “You fuckin’ love it, don’t you?” The low tone mixed with the Australian accent did things to me and I sped up my movement, snatching hold of the waistband of his shorts in desperation.

“Yeah.” I pouted, my airflow slightly constricted at the feeling of his fist squeezing against my neck. Fuck, he was so hot, he bounced his thigh slightly causing a moan which was stuck in my throat to escape a little too loud. His hand on my cheek popped a small spank across my cheek causing my teeth to grit together in arousal.

“Shh, baby.” He reminded, I broke off his speech with a firm kiss to the lips. “Daniel…” I whined. “Daniel, fuck Daniel.” I choked out, repeating his name like it was the only thing I could muster. My pussy felt hot and pleasured, a little sore from the friction but it was crying out for more, more, more.

“You’re so fucking sexy, babe, oh my god. Look so fucking good ridin’ me like this.” He borderline groaned, shifting his hand to palm at the very prominent erection forming in his shorts. His cock poked at the material, length becoming obvious as the material became tight. The view was enough to set me off, nails digging into his flesh as my hand flattened over his cock, his much larger one coming to to navigate my own to please him.

With his guidance I began rubbing at his cock, my skin starting to prick with sweat as I sat up straighter, chasing the orgasm I knew was inevitable.

“Fuck, I wanna cum for you.”

“Cum all over my thigh, baby, fuck- you’ll make me cum in my pants, y/n.” His words spurred my on further, muscles clenching and legs beginning to shake as I felt the beginning of my orgasm building in my stomach. I bit back my moans, my head feeling fuzzy and overwhelmed as the intensity which surrounded us only drove me further. My hand tightened around his clothed cock, rubbing harder, faster. When Daniel began grunting and panting I knew it was all over for me and the coil in my belly snapped, sending me into oblivion as one of the strongest orgasms hit me.

His palm covered my mouth, muffling my moans as my eyes rolled back, pussy throbbing as my orgasm rippled through me. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I choked out, voice hitching as my body shuddered, milking my way through his orgasm. My hand squeezed once more on the tip of his cock and he attempted to sit up in an attempt to move away, “fuck- wait-” but it was too late. Daniels jaw fell slack and he began breathing heavily, chest rising and falling as I felt a wetness begin to spread under my hand. Slumping on his chest, I came down completely, stroking his sensitive cock slowly as he shuddered and jerked at the sensation.

“Fuck, you made me cum in my pants.” He breathlessly spoke, glancing down to where his cum was beginning to leak out. “Fuck.” I moaned in amusement. Making Daniel cum in his pants was one of my most favourite things.

We met half way for a longing kiss, tongues moving slowly against each others seductively. “I need a shower..” he muttered.

“Why? I can just clean you up…”

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[makelemonade]

how people find out you're dating them

SUGGESTIVE + IMPLIED SM*T

Alhaitham

this was definitely an awkward one with the entire group

for his birthday, he knew Cyno, Kaveh and Tighnari were all planning something for him, and it wasn’t something he could get out of. He could ignore them and leave but he knows they take birthdays seriously and he wasn’t that rude.

SO, he decides that he’d spend it with you the day before, and at night, you find yourself sneaking into his room quietly so kaveh wouldn’t hear. 

There were quiet giggles and laughs that turned into moans that were forced quiet by his fingers and he suggested you’d stay the entire night, thinking he’d be able to sneak you out tomorrow. 

He did not think that the others would start his birthday plan in the morning.

So, 9am arrives- the first time he’s ever woken up late but it was okay because he had the day off and it was better with you laying on his chest, your finger tracing the outline of his abs. 

He immediately sits up when his door is opened and lo and behold, the rest of the group is standing at the door, ready to wish a happy birthday until they saw you.

He immediately dragged the blanket to cover your body and he dragged a hand down his face while kaveh screamed “I KNEW IT!” and high-fived Tighnari while Cyno just stared absolutely shocked.

“You took bday sex too seriously.” Tighnari laughed which turned into a yelp when Alhaitham threw a pillow at him.

Ayato

hahaha…

well it was definitely a group effort.

Ayaka had become suspicious of her brother to keep secrets. Now, she knew Ayato was a private man but NOT TO HER. Never to her. They tell each other EVERYTHING. Even Thoma was becoming concerned too!

His door was always closed even if he wasn’t working, he was rushing off somewhere, he was always taking extra snacks or tea packets to his office when it’s just him in there?!

Or is it?

Obviously, thoma and Ayaka can’t barge in- well, Ayaka can, but in full honesty she did not want to walk in and find something she didn’t want to see.

So instead they got the help of Sayu! Totally better. Totally.

She did not care and agreed to help if Thoma promised he’d let her sleep an extra hour or two and he knew even if he didn’t agree she would still sleep those extra hours. 

Now, the issue is- Sayu is known widely to always be hiding somewhere and no one can ever find her! Except Ayato. No matter what new spot she finds, whether it be the biggest tree or the smallest crevice or literally under a rock, he knows how to find her and no one knows how he does it.

So, when you’re in his office, sitting in his lap and playing with his hair as he does his work, he hears the slightest noise and in seconds you’re thrown off his lap with a yelp and he’s standing.

“Sayu,” He called.

It was silent for a few seconds, until above them there was a little voice. “…yeah”

You just stared shocked. How the hell did he-?!

“Come out,” he sighed, and in the corner of the room, the vent on the ceiling opened and she jumped out. 

She just looked at you, not caring and then back to Ayato. “Can I go back to sleep now?”

He sighed, nodding. He was gonna ask her who sent her to spy on him and how did they persuade her given the fact she works for HIM, but he had an idea who.

So when he opened the door for her to go, his suspicions were confirmed when both Thoma and Ayaka fell onto the floor- they were leaning right against the door.

Sayu just stepped over them and left.

Ayaka looked up and straight at you, ignoring her brother glaring. “I KNEW IT!”

Childe

his coworkers are one of the deadliest and smartest people alive and he really thought he could sneak it past them. 

It starts with Pierro noticing he asks for more time off, which he barely ever does. He only does for the sake of his family but he noticed how happy he gets whenever Pierro grants it. 

Then pantalone notices on bill statements from childe’s card is that he is spending a lot more than he usually does. Almost everything is multiplied by 2; the food he orders, the prices have multiplied.

He also notices that he’s…buying hotel rooms? He literally has places to stay; there’s always something for the Fatui in every nation.

The one that makes him scream is a lingerie shop and he comes to 2 theories; either Childe is gay and is super kinky and has met a man or he met a girl.

He doesn’t know which one he wants it to be.

Dottore notices that whenever Childe brings in someone to be tested on, he’s super urgent to get out of there as if he has somewhere to be but before, Childe would love to see whatever fucker that messed with him suffer from Dottore’s tactics.

Capitano knows the vibe has changed in the castle. Now, he barely ever speaks with Childe but whenever Childe is in the palace and most of the Harbinhers are too, he sees the way he lightens up the cold place and one time he made Dottore laugh.

Laugh.

Signora has never once gave a shit about Childe’s life. However, his love life? Oh 100% she will be absolutely involved. So when she smells the hint of ladies perfume on him, no matter how hard he tries to wash the smell off of him, she’s immediately thinking of whoever Childe has interacted with in the last month and will come up with a list of names and rule them out.

Now, the one person who actually brings it up is the Tsaritsa. Well, she makes Pierro do it. She feels her harbinger in love- she’s the archon of love so of course she knows immediately the moment he finds someone. 

At the next meeting the Harbinhers have, Pierro is forced to bring it up for his majesty’s wishes. “Tartaglia, pardon my…invasiveness,” He bites out, wishing the Tsaritsa wouldn’t make him do this, “but…have you been seeing someone?”

“CAN WE PLEASE TALK ABOUT IT?!” Signora yelled, startling everyone and just making Childe’s jaw drop. “I smell the perfume Childe! There is someone and I have a LIST!”

“I’ve noticed changes in your spending habits and some…questionable places.” Pantalone speaks.

“How questionable?” Arlecchino asks with a grin.

“Don’t you dare say it.” Childe glared before pantalone could speak.

“Your mood has changed too.” Capitano speaks and Dottore nods his head in agreement.

“Okay fine! I have been seeing someone for the last few months.”

Signora laughs in excitement, pulling out her list. “Is it Y/N?!”

“Wha- HOW DID YOU?!”

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[wannabelife]

27 kisses on mingyu’s 27th birthday and the last one would be on his cock

to all the beautiful things in this world, waking up next to you is one of mingyu's favorite. but waking up next to you on his birthday is even more perfect. he's still half asleep when you press yourself to him, laying on his chest.

warnings: suggestive, smut content, slightly teasing, MDNI

"happiest happy birthday, gyu!" you say with a big smile decoring your lips "what are your wishes for today, birthday boy?" you ask playfully as you caress his messy morning hair.

"good morning" he says it first, still getting his mind to reality after his sleep. you giggle, whispering hi back to him. he smiles, suddenly mirroring your face when he's awake "right now, my wish is a morning kiss, ma'am" he says.

"that's a easy one" you play back "is just one enough? it should be at least 27, don't you think?" you state and he laughs.

he hugs your waist, pushing you up to his body layed on the mattress "wow! my geenie has 27 wish chances, how lucky am i, hm?" he says.

"gonna take all your wishes in kisses? quite a responsibility, i should make it worth it" you reply.

he hums, shaking his head to you as you lean to leave a peck to his lips "that's one" you say.

you suck his lower lip, biting the flesh right after before giving him a proper kiss this time "that's two" you state and he hums. you dive right back in, heating the kiss as it gets more intense "third" you say, looking back at him.

"it's getting better" he presses

"is it? dont get too abused, sir" you challenges, leaving pecks around his face for next kisses, one on each cheek, on his forehead, and on the tip of his nose. when you're done teasing him, you get back to his lips, your mouths meeting in an intense messy kiss as you set a french kiss.

your hands dig under his shirt as you caress the bare skin of his sides and toned abs. he pushes your hair back, sliding his hands under the nap of your neck "tenth should make justice to his place, shouldn't it?" he whispers close to your lips, before diving right back in.

you dig your nails to his belly skin, and he hums on your lips, opening space for you to slide your tongue to his. the kiss gets wet and sloppy as you both whimper, just leaving to catch a breath.

you trail down, kissing the line of his adam's apple as its bobs with your motion. you move to his neck, leaving open mouth kisses there, occasionally biting his skin.

you push his shirt up, getting your hands to his nipples and he cant help a moan. you keep trailing down, kissing your way to his member, feeling his clothed cock pressing to your breast, getting on its hard state. you leave the 26th kiss right above the skin not covered by his boxers.

he looks down at you, his chest heaving, his full attention on your next moves. you play with the hem of his panties, pressing a long kiss to his covered cock head. he moans out loud as he cock twitches, in need of more.

"that was the last one, what a shame, babe" you tease, as he grunts. his hands grabbing your hair as he demands you to open up and you know you will. just the thought of freeing his cock as it will hit his belly makes your pussy throb, you cant wait to wrap your mouth around it.

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[rafescurtainbangz]

Frat Prez - Rafe Cameron Blurb +18

Minor DNI

Frat!Rafe x female reader

1k

Play fighting, roughish sex, unprotected p in v, spanking, choking, swearing, pet names.

"RAFE STOP. JESUS," you shout, pushing him off as he smiles at you wickedly.

"What? Thought you liked when I played with your tiddies," he asks as he wraps his arms around your waist, squeezing you tightly, only to let his hands creep higher, doing it again. You throw back your elbow, jabbing him in his stomach, his abs making your act of aggression laughable.

"I'm trying to study, Rafe. C'mon," you whine as he wraps you up a little tighter in his arms?”

”At a frat house?” He asks through a teasing laugh. “Lookin’ this fine?”

"Leave me alone, or l'm gonna kick your ass."

"Woah... Wait, doll. We scrappin'?" He chuckles through a gravelly laugh. "You're gonna kick my ass?" He asks as he points to himself, with a taunting smile.

"Yeah... And, l'd win too," you sass, knowing there's no way he's gonna let this go, playing into his game. You stand up from your chair chest-to-chest with Rafe, looking up at him. "So, are you gonna do anything, Cameron? Or, are you just gonna stand there like a bitch-" He cuts you off, lifting you over his shoulder, walking with you up the stairs as you put up a fight.

“What’s up your ass today, princess?” He chuckles before reaching up, cracking your skin with the palm of his large hand, leaving behind a sharp sting. “Not me. Not yet at least,” he snickers.

”You wouldn’t get it, Rafe. You don't give a shit about school,” you sigh.

“Well, that’s just not true. You’re talkin’ to the Frat Prez, pretty. ‘Course I care.” He kicks his bedroom door shut, slamming the lock with a smirk before flicking his backward cap to the side.

“I said school, Rafe. Not the frat.” You mumble as he lays down on his fluffy area rug, beckoning you to straddle his lap. You sit on top of him, resting your hands on the chest of his crisp white t-shirt.

"Kick my ass, baby doll. I'll even give you a headstart."

"How are you already hard?" You tease as you circle your hips on his rock-hard bulge through his gray sweats.

"I got hard when you elbowed me," he answers with a boyish smile, making you roll your eyes as a blush creeps across your cheeks. "So, are you gonna do anything, ma, or are you just gonna sit there like a bi-" You cut off his words with a decent slap to the cheek, making his mouth fall open in disgust.

"That hurt," he spits.

"And, your spanks feel great," you retort, delivering another slap, causing him to gasp playfully.

"Didn't think you had it in you, kid," he taunts. Reaching around, smacking your ass rougher than ever, making you scream. Your hands bind around his thick throat, squeezing tightly, making him return a crooked smile.

He quickly rolls you to your back, your hands still firmly wrapped. The veins in his neck protruded, that same smile still slicked on his lips. He grabs your wrists, pinning them against the carpet with a bruising grip.

Rafe releases his hold, sitting on top of you, giving you his full weight as you wriggle and protest. "Damn, baby. You're kind of a pussy," he rasps as he moves his hands up your body slowly, landing on your neck, taking his turn choking you.

You release a choked moan as he starts to grind himself into you, nudging your clit with each roll of his hips. His hands trail back down your body, rising slightly on his knees as he plays with the band of your shorts.

"Where are you goin'? Huh?" Rafe shouts, giving you just enough room to flee. You crawl away, only for Rafe to grab for you, pulling you back as well as your shorts off your body. He smacks your bare ass, holding you in place as he yanks his sweatpants down.

"Rafe!" You squeal, fighting away from him with minimal effort this time, hoping for this outcome all along.

"What?" He snickers. "I won. Just claiming my prize." He groans as he clutches his hard cock in his fist, running the tip through your soaked folds.

"Prizes? Don't remember talkin' about that - RAFE!" You scream as he slams his long, thick dick deep."

"Well you're gettin' this cock, baby. Maybe you're the winner. Hmm?" He snickers at his own stupid joke as he throws his hips into you rapidly.

"Too much, Rafe," you whimper.

"You tappin' out, princess?" He grunts. "We just got started. We gotta toughen you up a lil bit." Rafe throws you to your back, quickly ripping off his shirt. Your eyes follow the indentations of his abs to his deep v-lines, so distracted by his body that you gasp again when he ruts himself in again. "Fuck. You're so tight, y/n," he moans, lowly.

You can feel him stretching you out; a sharp pressure between your thighs. He continues pounding you into the floor, breasts bouncing with each thrust. He lifts your t-shirt exposing your tits before giving one a slap.

"Ouch, Rafe!"

"Please-" he chuckles as he sees the want in your eyes.

Rafe moves his hands under your neck, propping your head up so you can see. "Bet my lil slut wants to watch. Don'tcha?" He teases, but he's right. You watch as your soaked cunt swallows up his dick, hitting the right spot each time. "Fuck, y/n. Look at you taking me so well," he burns, his slick bangs and forehead pressed against yours.

"Can't take me in a fight but you can take my cock like a champ," he bullies, running his tongue along his plump bottom lip.

A familiar heat builds inside you. You close your walls around him, gripping him harder. Rafe’s brows knit tight.

"Mmm... I love when you do that," he moans. His lips crash into yours, messy kisses as the two of you fight for air.

"You know if you cum before me, Rafe, I win," you pant against his lips, feeling him smile along yours.

"And, when has that ever happened, sweetheart?" He breathes as his fingers meet your clit making your thighs tremble uncontrollably.

"You're gonna cum. Aren't you?" He groans. "I can tell."

"M'not"

"You're not?" He teases as he moves his fingers quicker.

"Fuck, Rafe," you moan, arching your back as your orgasm washes over your body. Rafe pushes even deeper, flooding you with his climax. His fingers dig into your hips, mucles clenching as he fucks out the last bit of his pleasure and yours.

"Fuck, baby," he groans. "I won."

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[abbyshands]

— innocent!abby x you, part 2

└── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──┘

wc; 570

warnings; cunnilingus, face sitting, abby grinds on your face, fondling, implied corruption

part 1 to this (but you should be fine to read it by itself <3)

└── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──┘

imagine innocent!abby, hardly knowing why the mere sounds of you convulsing around her lips on your cunt had made her core heat up like that. but you wanted to give her a proper orgasm this time. once you and her finish, you make her take her pants off, followed by her underwear, that’s soaked with her release. “oh, you poor thing. so needy for me and i could barely get a hand on you,” you say as you give her underwear a good look, then place it on your bedside table. you’ll give it back to her later, maybe. “come sit on my face so i can make you cum properly, baby,” you coo as you signal for her to come closer, laying your head back onto the pillow again. abby’s timid as she crawls over to you, awkwardly moving on top of your body without a single sound but a few whines of embarrassment. once she’s hovering over your face and your hands are on her thighs, she’s a little worried about crushing you with how big she is. but you don’t care at all, always preferred the bigger girls when it came down to it. “don’t be shy now, big girl. lower yourself, c’mon,” you encourage, and after a pause, she does just as you ask, like the good girl she is. “oh, fuck,” abby let out in a moan as you began to lap up her arousal with your tongue. you let out a chuckle into abby’s pussy as your lips devoured her, because that had to be the first time she had ever cursed in her life. you grip abby’s thighs and pull her down more, causing her to reach out to grab the headboard for support, eyes closing shut in pleasure. she rocks her hips back and forth on your face, pussy grinding from your tongue to your nose as her neediness takes control. “d- don’t stop, fuck, ohmygod,” she was babbling above you, like you were even considering doing that. “mmm, you taste so good, abs. never felt somethin’ like this before, hm?” you pull back to say just to drive her crazy, and she can barely respond as her moans grow desperate. “n- no. feels good, fuck, so good,” abby mewled in response. abby’s moves grow faster, frantic as she grinds her pussy onto your face, soaking you in her wetness. you use your hands to roam under her shirt, and cup her small breasts, circling your thumbs over her nipples. “oh, god, harder, harder,” abby whimpers, and you look up to see abby’s eyes rolling back in approval, pleasure engulfing every last part of her body. “i- i think i’m gonna, m’gna—fuck,” abby whined, and you knew what she was getting at. she looked like she could burst at any second now, voice a meek cry as she begged for you to let her cum. you fondled her breasts harder as you licked and sucked at her with hunger, feeling yourself becoming wet again just from how pretty abby sounded above you. she let out a loud moan of your name soon enough, spilling her cum all over your face. you make sure to lap up every last bit of her, moaning at the taste that fills your mouth to the brim. once she’s moved herself off of you, you smile up at her, just to see her blushing, shy expression across her cheeks as she does her best to come back down to earth. “not so innocent now, are you?”

└── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──┘

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[andersonsgirl]

better boyfriend !

abby anderson × fem! reader

a/n: hello, hello, yes, yes… another late night inspiration. hope this isn’t tmi, but i was having a little fun in bed by myself iykyk and once i finished, i was laying there and boom. this idea hit me like a train🚂

warnings: cheating, r!has a shitty ex boyfriend, dirty talk, use of strap, r! receiving, fingering, r!receiving, praising,

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“fuck, look at you. taking all this. i bet your little boyfriend couldn’t make you feel this good, mhm?” abby chittered out, the feeling of her strap slowing sinking into your desperate cunt had her turned on beyond belief.

you lay sprawled out on your bed, your cute little stuffed animals long gone on the floor, your fluffy flower comforter pushed down to the edge of your bed— you and abby taking up the main space of the matress, both raw on the sheets.

you couldn’t even respond to her words, your throat dryer than a desert, eyes watering from the pleasure.

she grabbed your hips, quickly flipping you over to your stomach, causing a moan to escape you, landing in your soft pillow.

“I’ll take that as a yes..” she said deeply, her voice dropping. You let out a soft squeak when she began to move her hips— her big, purple strap slowly pumping in and out of you.

you grabbed the sheets, soft hums of pleasure escaping you, but that wasn’t enough for abby.

she suddenly jerked her hips up, dick clashing down on the certain spot inside you that you hadn’t known you had.

You gasped, the sudden feeling you’ve never experienced overflowing inside you.

“I want you to be loud, baby. as loud as you can be. your stupid little boyfriend isn’t here; remember? it’s js’ me an’ you, ‘kay?” she huffed out, her hands gripping your hips in a bruising way.

“i.. i dunno, abs.. i..” you tried to reply, the pleasure causing your voice to dissipate.

“if you aren’t louder, i won’t fuck you.”

her hips jerked up again, and you obeyed; a loud, gargled moan escaping your pretty little lips. The sound abby wanted to hear oh, so badly. she continues to jerk her hips up, but also down— pumping in and out of you at a different angle every few fucks.

The moans coming from your mouth were enough to make her cum just from the sound— and the strap rubbing against her needy clit.

“ahh— abby… i…” you’re words barkey made her ears, so low due to be covered by your pillow. “yes, baby?” she cooed, continuing to thrust herself in and out of you; her hands still grabbing your waist for stability.

she could tell that by your shaking body, the way your face was settled and the way your cunt was desperate squeezing abby’s dick i’m further, you were gonna cum.

but, not on her watch. She sped up her pace, keeping an eye on you to make sure your orgasm doesn’t hit— not yet, anyways. you haven’t had the best part. stop and go.

abby’s favorite thing was to lead you to the tip of an orgasm with her strap, than stop and fuck your cunt with her tongue. she loved it, and, for first times with you, she was gonna do it.

Your breaths were shaking— and right as you were about to flow over— any halted her movements, quickly causing your pleasure disappear.

you gasped, frowning like a child. “abby? w-wha—”

“shh.. it’s okay, pretty girl. don’t worry, i got you.” she shushed, flipped you over to your back, smiling at the displeasure upon your face.

“abby.. something was happening and you stopped.. did i do something wrong?”

“no, of course not. i just… wanted to try something.” she murmured, slowly pulling out the strap, causing a moan to leave your mouth.

she kept it around her waist, her body moving down to where her head is between hour shaky thighs. “abby? what are you doing?”

you’d told abby your boyfriend had never eaten you out, and seeing as how he was your first boyfriend, she wanted to take the privilege he tossed away.

“j’ trust me, okay?”

you nodded, your eyes watching her closely. her head ducked— and something warm touched your puffy clit. you gasp, not sure what to think. you couldn’t exactly.. see what she was doing down there, but the feeling of her, what you assumed to be, tongue, was enough for you to not care.

you gasped again as she licked once more, quickly shutting your eyes and allowing the gasps and whines to leave you.

abby loves the sounds, she knew you’d like this. She started off with kitten licks, trying to adjust to your comfort— than, she moved her hand up and began to tease your hole, poking the tip of her finger in and out of it. Every light motion of her finger had your cunt trying to suck her in, desperate trying to get her to touch that spot inside you. so she did.

abby began to lightly suck on your clit, her fingers effortlessly slipping into your soaking cunt. Your moans were loud, louder than when she was fucking you from behind.

her nose brushed your clit when she dragged her tongue through your folds, fingers beginning to fuck you deeply.

“angh— abby, oh.. oh my god.. i..” you couldn’t even get out a sentence; the feelings of her down there enough to make you cum a thousand times.

her tongue rolling itself on your sensitive nub once more made the familiar full feeling come back again, as if you were going to pee. and that’s what it felt like.

your boyfriend never made you cum, and you never had the guts to touch yourself. so all this was new.

“ahh.. abby, i.. i..”

“mhm?”

her persistent in and out of your cunt with her fingers and the sucking of your clit with her tongue made you unsure of everything.

“abby.. i.. im gonna..”

“you gonna cum?”

“abs.. i feel like i’m gonna pee..” you moaned out, tears bringing at the edges of your pretty eyes. abby stifled a laugh, “go ahead, baby.”

your orgasm over came you, and you swore you were in a different dimension, silence followed for a moment— only the sounds of abby eating your cunt the noise in the room before a loud, high pitched moan left you.

“oh.. oh my gosh.. ab-abby i.. holy..” you threw your head back, hands coming to cover yours eyes.

“yeah.. that’s it, pretty girl. i bet your boyfriend couldn’t make you do that, mhm? bet he couldn’t fuck you as good as i did.” she cursed, slipping her hands from your cunt, moving up to travel soft kisses from your pussy to your abdomen and neck.

you were huffing, breaths heavy and face red, eyes dazed. she smiled at you, grabbing your hip with her cum coated fingers.

“right?”

“yeah.. yes, my boyfriend could never do that.”

“good.” she pecked your cheek, hand traveling up to cup your perked nipple, quickly rolling the nub between her fingers.

“ready to do it again, baby?”

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[wettvagina]

STICKY ICKY

desc: ohmygod! eren yeager, the college jock everyone wants to fuck, got his dick leaked all over campus. with his dickpic in every girl's phone, what happens when you finally get to see it.. warnings: p in v , creampie , blowjob , hottub sex a/n: dont do this irl guys, you will get an sti!

The bottom of your sandals clicked as you walked through the hallway of your apartment, the crisp air smelled like baby powder and cold donuts, the air conditioning system pumped frigid wind onto your face, causing a shiver to go down your spine, your face scrunched as you hurried to find your keycard, almost excited to get to your comfy queen sized bed, located in your cozy, homely room.

You saw the card scanner emit a green flash of light, indicating that the door was unlocked, with a flip of your wrist you unlocked the door, hearing everyone's voices in full volume. "No way! Is this what....the second time?" Sasha snorted, "No, this is the first time." Mikasa retorted in her usual calm voice, a slight smirk on her face as she conversed amongst the group of Ymir, Historia and Sasha.

The four of them sat on the floor of your living room, the pink, fuzzy carpet under your coffee table provided an area for Sasha to lay down as she snacked on some gummy worms in her hand, "Oh you're home, come look at this." Ymir's voice rang, your brows furrowed and you briskly deserted your belongings onto the couch before looking at what was displayed on Ymir's phone.

"WOAH!" your eyes widened as your friends snickered, "Thoughts?" Sasha chirped, "First of all, why is it so big?" you announce, "And veiny and pink." you went on, "Guess who?" Sasha snorted once again, "Wait that's real, no way, I thought that shit was AI generated or something the way how big it is." you mention as you crossed your legs to sit on the floor.

"Oh, yeah, it does look kinda fake cuz' it's zoomed up." Ymir mentions before taking her thumb and index finger to pinch at her screen, showing you the original picture, "No way! Is that?" you shouted, "Uh huh." Ymir nodded, you looked at Ymir's phone with wide eyes and a slightly heated face.

The erotic picture on Ymir's phone showed the school's thotty hottie, Eren Yeager, shirtless, grey sweatpants slightly pullled down exposing his hard cock, his phone was in his hands, half-way blocking his face but everyone knew it was him. His tense abs glazed with sweat and his dick was just panty wetting.

"No way." you iterated, in complete disbelief, feeling a sense of loss as Ymir pulled her phone away, "I mean, definitely not surprised." Historia chimed in, "He is him, after all." Mikasa sighed, "A manwhore." Sasha snarled while chewing, "Wonder who leaked it though." you say chewing on your nail.

"Hm, I say it probably got surface from his hidden Twitter account or something." Ymir suggested playfully, "Or OnlyFans." Sasha teased, "I wouldn't doubt it." Historia shrugged, "His fans are definitely getting off to that." Ymir taunted, "I know I am." you say, half heartedly. "Gross." Historia giggled, "What? I mean did you see that thing, it's like a uterus pounder." you sneered.

"That is nasty, but you're right though." Sasha agreed, "I dunno' how I'm gonna look at him the same." Mikasa shook her head, causing everyone to giggle. "Can I see that again?" you questioned, making Ymir turn on her phone, pointing the screen at you to which you grabbed, examining the entire picture oncemore.

"Hm, yeah I think I wanna fuck him now." you admit, "C'mon, have some respect for yourself." Historia joked, "No like seriously, he's carrying a third leg." you say straightforwardly. "Well I mean, if you wanna take a ride on that horse, go for it. Eren is pretty easy." Ymir states, "Yeah, wear a condom though, you wouldn't want to get any...disease." Sasha encouraged, "You know there is that party tonight." Historia mentions, "Well, it's confirmed, I'm fucking him tonight." you declare with heavy emphasis on the word fucking.

"Good luck, girl." Mikasa cheers on.

It seems the universe had been on your side that night, as Eren was nowhere to be found in Connie's condo party, you looked in every corner, bathroom and bedroom, he was absent. What if he did show out of embarrassment, I mean his dick literally just got leaked everywhere, or wait, did he have a girlfriend? And was he hooking up with her???

You obviously did not think this plan through, leading you to go on a sex-deprived, drunken rant to everyone about how you hadn't had any good sex in three months, leading Jean to pushing you outside Connie's condo, telling you to 'get some air', so you went at the top floor, to actually get some air.

And there you found him, smoking weed near in the hottub. Oh boy it was a scene, he was half naked, those God-carven abs on full display along with his v-line, his hair was free and rested delicately along his shoulders.

Smiling to yourself, you had schemed a profound plan. You threw your dress of your body, thanking yourself for wearing a matching underwear set of a pink push-up bra and matching panties. You composed yourself, barely walking in a straight line as you approached the hot tub which was sectioned off in a small square near the pool.

"Oh, I didn't realize the hot tub was occupied." You say, your glossed lips pursed once you finished talking, "O-Oh. I don't mind." Eren says calmly, taking a final puff of his blunt before discarding it. "Really? Well if you don't mind." you smirk to yourself before getting into the hot tub, the space was small, but wide enough to keep you both at an appropriate distance from eachother as you sat parallel to him, your face facing his as he exhaled the smoke.

"I've seen you before." Eren immediately striked conversation, "Yeah? I've seen you too." you smirk, Eren blushes, seemingly getting at what you were saying, "Right, we have the same major?" he asks, "Hm, what's your major?" you ask, noticing has gaze raking your body. "Huh?" he asks like an idiot, "I said what's your major?" you repeat with a sweet, calm voice, "Oh- Computer Science." he says, "Mines Econ, we probably share some classes though." you mention, "Yeah." he agrees.

"I didn't know you live in this building." Eren admits, "Oh, right." you say awkwardly, it's cuz' you dont, your broke ass lives in the building atleast four blocks away because it was the cheapest option, only rich guys with sport scholarships live here.

"Well, you barely know me, haha." you giggle awkwardly, "Well, wanna change that?" he asks with a smirk. "What are you trying to say?" you question, and in one swift motion his body is near you and his hand is ontop yours. "You know what I'm trying to say." he says, and with that final sentence, he leans in for a much anticipated kiss.

His pink, swollen, warm lips rode against yours, as you felt his hand wrap behind your neck, pulling you in closer as he slides his tongue into your mouth. His body cages yours as your back presses against the wall of the hot tub the warm water surrounded your body seemingly intensified it's tempurature.

His hand lowers to your ass, grabbing at the plump flesh as he presses kisses along your neck, his hand lowers to behind your knee, hooking both hands behind each of your knees as he pulls you up onto him, continuing to kiss onto your neck, you drape your arms around his neck feeling your clit throb against your panties.

Feeling his dick slightly poke against your inner thighs, you feel him pull away. "No- we should stop." he says almost shyly, still holding you up, "Why?" you question immediately, "I don't have a condom." he says while looking down. "Good, I wanted you to fuck me raw anyways." you say eagerly.

He grins before letting you off of him, spinning you around so that your pelvis pressed against the walls of the hot tub, you feel his hand on your ass underwater and his lips come near your ears, "You sure?" he asks, "Mhm." you hum, and feel some water splashing as he takes his dick out, you look back at at, seeing it in the flesh.

Lawd, it was bigger in real life, you couldn't wait for him to just fuck you already, you knew that you probably added some liquid into this hot tub with how wet you were. You continued to watch back as he slipped it in, slowly rocking his hips onto your ass, you arch your back as his huge dick was only half in.

"Shit." you hear him groan, and you push back onto him, his entire dick entered your pussy and you watched as his face contorted to match the pleasure he was feeling, his brows shot up and his eyes glassy. "'m gonna move." you hear him say, your hum in response was turned into a moan that fell off your tongue as he harshly pressed himself against you, grabbing onto your hips as he pounded into your pussy.

The only sounds you heard was his groans and grunts, as well as the sound of his skin slapping onto yours which was muffled by the splashing of water. "Oh shit." you cried out as you felt his fingers dig deeper into your hips, his pace increasing.

"Shit." his breaths were ragged as he watched down to where his dick slid in and out of your welcoming pussy, he slightly smirked at the sight as he leaned his face to the back of your neck, inhaling your scent before kissing onto your skin.

You were a bit surpised since he was fucking you like if you were his wife or something, you barely knew him, but you had no complaints and your thoughts were immediately slammed out of your head when you felt his dick tense inside of you, "Oh-" his words were cut off when you felt your insides get warmer, hearing him pant as he released his warm come inside of you.

"Shit." he groans, pressing himself deeper into you, his pelvis jamming against the curve of your ass as he rides out his high, moaning and groaning into your mouth as you turn your head to look back at him, only for him to kiss you oncemore.

He pulls out of you swiftly and you hear the water splash, "You think you can go for one more." you ask looking back at him, "Sure." he smiles, "Follow me." you say, climbing out of the hot tub, and grabbing onto his hand as you lead him the the changing rooms, you go into the women's changing room with your hand in his.

It was late and the room was empty, you passed through a series of empty toilet stalls to get to the other side of the room which was a changing room with showers, "Sit." you instruct, watching as he sits on the bench in front of you. You get onto your knees between his thighs, pulling at his waistband watching how his cock already erected again.

You didn't hesitate to take his cock into your mouth, sucking on the tip before licking onto the entire shaft, your lips pressed around his tip as you swirled your tongue around the slit, licking at the beads of precome around the swollen tip.

"S-Shit." you hear him groan as your head bobs on his cock, you continue to suck on the tip while stroking the parts of his dick where your mouth wasn't on. You released the tip from the warmth of your mouth to spit on it, taking it back into your mouth oncemore as you try to fit his entire length into your mouth.

His fists clench and his knees were almost shaking, loose strands of his hair hung in front of his face as water droplets ran down his bare chest and down to his chiseled abs. "Fuck." he grunts, hand digging into your hair, you look up at him as he jolts his hips forward into your mouth, making his tip hit the back of your throat.

And within seconds he's coming in your mouth, you feel his hot, white come in your mouth as he groans, thighs shaking as you continued to lick at his tip while he comes in your mouth. "Fuck!" he curses as he rides out his second high, hips stuttering slightly when you rub at his dick while he's still coming.

"I need your number." he says between heavy breaths.

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[heavenblvd]

𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒.

pairings — fem!reader and rafe cameron.

summary — after rafe takes your life, he tries to move on, and simply pretends he’s the one who didn’t do so. eventually, hauntings and truths will lay themselves out to remind rafe just how sickening he is.

warning tags — adult language. details of gruesome m*rder & m*rder itself. mentions of DV relationship, (brief) child ab*se & awful parents. talks of religion and god. reader’s pov from heaven (?? just stick w the program). rafe actually going more insane than usual. overall dark content.

author’s note — this is based on and inspired by ethel cain’s song ‘strangers’ and while this song has multiple interpretations to go by, i’m taking mine by the main and common one (just without the c*nnibalism!). this also gets super dark and depressing so if you cannot bear any of it, please click off! this also isn’t revised at all so my apologies for grammar mistakes.

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you had tears in your eyes, body shaking to point you thought you’d convulse. you tried to be obedient by keeping in rafe’s secret of what he had done on that tarmac. he beat you to make sure you kept your mouth shut for good.

he said, “i’ll kill you if you say one word,” and it took enough fear to believe him, but you didn’t think that day would come.

murder is an evil thing, and everyone can attest to it. rafe murdered sheriff peterkin as if she was nothing, as if she was a problem in the way. bad enough, he let john b. routledge — one of your best friends — take the fall for it.

you continued to keep your mouth shut, but after rafe tried to invade the police, ward killing himself, you didn’t see a reason to keep quiet. ward was the only reason why rafe could stay out of prison, and now that he wasn’t around, you could speak.

your father preached every sunday to live by righteousness and good, to never let evil win.

rafe was that evil. he was the devil himself.

the devil that you danced with, let make love to you, kiss you, but also beat you until stars twinkled in your vision, and your breath kept getting caught in your throat.

your mother would be horrified to know that, your father too. but it was their fault in a way that you accepted this cruelty as love; your father, especially to blame.

if love is not meant to be hit at you, does it even exist? your father showed you that when he’d slap or punch you for falling out of line, but go to church the next day, and preach about being a good servant to god.

you wanted all evil out of your life. it was suffocating, it was drowning you.

rafe had to be eliminated first.

“you killed peterkin, and i’m tired of knowing it,” you said, picking up your car keys. “we are done, and i won’t even show up to your trial when you go down for it.”

rafe just stared at you appalled and puzzled, sitting on the edge of his bed. you were close to being far out enough to your car until strong, violent hand seized you.

you screamed and kicked, not being new to this routine, only knowing that he was going to harm you.

you could never predict that his violence would lead him to murdering you.

“let me go, rafe!” you screamed, being pulled inside, your pleas and cries echoing in the empty home.

expecting to be physically berated, you were being led downwards.

to the wine cellar basement.

and for once in a while, you prayed to god, and hoped he would finally listen to you this time. that he would save his child, and perform a miracle.

but a miracle never came as rafe manhandled you, pinning you down on the cement ground of the basement.

“shut the fuck up! stop crying!” he yelled, a solid punch coming to your cheek, and you yelped, an easy gush of blood rushing out of your mouth. “you’re a fuckin’ backstabber. after everything i’ve done for you, gonna treat me like that?”

you cried, shaking your head. “r—rafe, please! i’ll be good, i’ll stop!”

“don’t trust you, little one. can’t let you ruin everything,” rafe said, reaching for something out of his back pocket.

the more you fought back, the more angry he got; the more you fueled the fire that rested in his hands and body.

before you could let out another plead, a sharp pain was made into your abdomen.

rafe stabbed you — and he wasn’t planning on stopping there.

god wasn’t there. you would show up to his gates in this condition, and ask him why he let it happen. if god is real, why did he bear witness instead of saving you?

rafe doesn’t recall killing you.

he remembers grabbing, and dragging you down into wine cellar basement, but couldn’t be able to tell anyone what happened after that. all he knows your blood was quite literally on his hand, knife shaking in his grip.

your babydoll white dress was now stained with violence and scarlet red blood.

the sight should’ve made him sick, but it didn’t. he just stared at you, breathing heavy, and it didn’t strike him until a while later that he had killed you.

rafe cameron had killed the love of his life.

he only panicked when it came to how to dispose your body, take off any evidence that could trace back to him. he was more than willing to dump your body in the woods, let any gators eat at you for supper.

he tossed your body only hours later in the depths of the woods, and it didn’t take long until you were reported missing.

of course, he was questioned first. it was easy for him to play the concerned boyfriend, crying because he also hadn’t heard from you, saying he had been texting and calling you for hours.

your parents sobbed on the news and asking anyone to come forward with any information, that they’ll give up however much money for their child to come home.

rafe just stared numbly at the television screen, a cup of scotch in his hand.

your best friends, the pogues, sobbed for days, and even started a search party for you. rafe made sure to dig you levels down in those woods when the ground was wet enough to dig up, and cover you up.

sarah cameron had a feeling her brother had something to do with your ‘disappearance’ but it was only just a gut intuition, she couldn’t prove it. she always questioned why you got with her brother, always emphasizing how horrible and violent he was, but you would tell her, “you don’t know him like i do; you don’t know how much he loves me, and takes care of me.”

kiara knew how bad rafe was — for god sake, she momentarily went to the academy around the same time he was a senior. she knew he wasn’t destined to be a boyfriend, let alone even in a fucking relationship.

the boys of the group were beyond furious, the three wanting to round up and take ahold of rafe, beat some information out of him. but they knew you wouldn’t want that, and that rafe would easily get the police to arrest them.

however, months passed, and you slowly became a memory to not only the town, but to rafe himself. he went on with his days like nothing occurred, that he didn’t violently take the life of his girlfriend.

you weren’t on his mind anymore, and he didn’t have to worry about you anymore.

or so he thought.

karma and revenge go hand in hand together; they mingle and burst out, they make sure they arrive at the doorstep of the people who deserve it.

rafe always thought getting rid of you would avoid his downfall, but the murder of you was just the beginning of it all.

he slept peacefully like he had done for a while now, with him about to drown into a deep sleep. he rested with his hands laid atop of his stomach, comfortable and at solitude, a female whisper woke him up.

he peeked around, but saw no one. he assumed he was just sleep deprived and imagining things, his eyes closing again for sleep.

“do you feel sick yet?” the voice that sounded like yours came through, more clearer and visible. he shot up, and turned on his bedside lamp.

nothing. no one. not you.

why would he have to feel sick? you were gone, you were no longer a problem.

rafe shook it off, and was able to go back to sleep.

you were angry in the afterlife. you stared at rafe from heaven, trembling with rage and regret. a man you once loved, had acted as if you never existed. you adored him, and he disposed you like garbage.

you just wanted to be his, wanted him to tell you that you were his only; that he loved you as much as you did to him, that he would change and better himself for you.

that the violence would dissipate, and his rough hands would be nurtured with love and softness.

but no. that never came, and never would.

you were taunted by your murder, burning with the need to remind rafe of how sick he was.

your violent lover let you bleed before him, and without tending to your wounds or simply sitting with immediate regret, he soaked in his actions and dismissed it.

why couldn’t he be gentle? was him painting you blue and purple not enough? did he have to go as far as killing his lover to satisfy the disdain and vexation he held for you?

was that enough? was that enough to make you enough?

rafe’s nights slowly turned interrupted and sleepless. your voice was always there, and time to time, he thought he saw you standing in his bedroom, drenched in blood and with tears streaming down your face as you kept asking him, “do you feel sick yet?”

sick. not regretful. fucking sick.

sleep deprivation was catching up to him, making him more mean and angry than usual, more out of control.

the coke wasn’t even helping either, only making everything worse.

he was at barry’s trailer, snorting endless lines of the white powder, trying to shake off the sight of you from last night.

“country club, you good?” barry asked, and rafe didn’t respond. “you don’t seem well, bro.”

“just need this shit, okay?” rafe mumbled, separating another drop of cocaine. “just… just want to sleep, need it.”

barry didn’t want to push him with more questions, minding his own business as the blond haired boy snorted up excessive amounts of lines.

rafe ended falling asleep on his couch, barry mindlessly scrolling on his own phone as he laid down on his bed.

the cold air from the air conditioner ran around in the basement, making it more freezing and chilling than usual.

rafe could smell strawberry perfume, indicating you were around. he looked around, and saw nothing of you.

“where are you!” he screamed. “you can’t scare me, you bitch!”

“i’m not here to scare you,” you talked, rafe spinning around to find you perched in the corner of the basement. you careened closer, the dim light emphasizing on your mangled body.

rafe stared at your stomach, where immense stab wounds laid on it. he swallowed thickly, his breath shaking and jagged.

“do you feel sick?” you asked, and rafe looked up at you. he couldn’t move in this dream, he was paralyzed and a witness to your lacerated body.

nausea and despair washed over rafe, almost consuming him entirely.

you were finally face to face with him, your hair disheveled and bunched, face stained with tears and runny makeup, all for him to look at.

rafe could feel your physical touch, your soft hand grabbing his, and made his palm touch your abdomen. he almost fucking threw up.

you could see it, you could see he was wanting to vomit everywhere. “am i making you feel sick?” you asked, and rafe shivered, forcing his hand to put more pressure on your stomach, blood rushing out onto it. “am i making you feel sick?”

rafe screamed and lurched up, his eyes opening and alarming barry. “woah, what the fuck, rafe!” barry shouted, and rafe breathed rapidly, his heart thumping against his chest, a need to vomit.

rafe brought his face into his hands, trying to shake everything out of his hand.

your face, your touch, your blood — he felt it all. he was being reminded of you, when he didn’t want to.

barry kept asking him what was wrong, why he was crying, if he was okay, but all rafe could focus on was your voice asking, “am i making you feel sick?”

he was no longer immune to his destruction. he was becoming infected by it. you were a disease that he couldn’t treat, a parasite that ate at his brain.

he would never get rid of you — and you would make sure that he never did.

it was month seven without you, and you became a faded name to the outer banks. the only people who lived on to tell your name was your parents, and your best friends. the pogues carved your name into the chateau’s tree, a ceremonial bench placed at the high school.

your body or you weren’t ever discovered, but the police had listed you as deceased. you weren’t a runaway, you were eighteen, and had nothing to runaway for. when you couldn’t be traced anywhere on the grid, the police pronounced you dead, and that was that.

pictures of you and any sort of evidence remained in a cardboard box somewhere in the police station. you were left to rot in every way.

you were tired of being forgotten, but more exhausted that nobody knew that your boyfriend did this, and you probably weren’t going to be the first girl he killed.

rafe cameron needed to know what he did, and you wanted to do everything you could to make him drag himself to the police station, sit down, and say, “i killed her — and i enjoyed every fucking second of it.”

madness was becoming rafe. he was already an insane, depraved fuck before, but the lack of sleep and memories of the murder were catching up to him for good.

dark circles were around his eyes, hair greasy and messy, his body tired. he felt like he was going to snap any second.

he kept drinking, smoking weed and doing coke back to back, surprised that his heart didn’t give out yet.

a random exhaustion toll pushed over him, laying him down on the floor of his bedroom, and his eyes threatened to snap shut.

he didn’t want to sleep, he was afraid to. he was afraid to see you, with your bloody dress and sad face, making him touch your wounds.

rafe didn’t win the fight of sleeping, and he knocked out cold on his bedroom floor.

he wasn’t in the basement, he was in his bedroom, and he could hear your feet padding away to the front of the house, to your car.

oh, he was reliving the night. and he couldn’t stop. he couldn’t get out of the memory — he was facing everything.

he saw you bloody by his doorframe, and you tilted your head. “why are you doing this?” he asked, his voice sounding as if he was trapped in a void.

you only frowned. “so you know.”

like a reflex, rafe hurriedly rushed over to you outside before you could get away, seizing you away, and taking you to the basement.

he pinned you down to the ground, and screamed at you to stop crying, upset and angry you were willing to betray him when he did everything for you.

you were sobbing, but it became echoes and his ears rang, everything around him becoming silent except his own heavy breathing. he grabbed the knife that sat in his pocket, and he could see your eyes widen with fear to the sight of the object.

“rafe!” you screamed in the first stab. he hit you sharp and right in the abdomen.

he held his knife there for a second, like time was freezing him, and he felt a hot breath at the side of his face.

it was you.

“am i making you feel sick?” you asked, and rafe proceeded to stab you as you sobbed. you cried out his name, trying to fight away the knife, promising to be good and for him to stop.

“am i making you feel sick?”

another stab.

“am i making you feel sick?”

another stab.

“am i making you feel sick?”

another stab.

“am i making you feel sick?”

rafe couldn’t stop, he couldn’t control himself. he kept stabbing you as you screamed. he was a monster, with the inability to suppress his anger or violence.

“am i making you feel sick?”

another stab.

“am i making you feel sick?”

another stab.

“am i making you feel sick?”

another stab.

“am i making you feel sick?”

a part you thought you were making him feel sick because of how mutilated your body was; that the body he was once desired, was now filling him with disgust. you wondered if how butchered you looked, was making him uncomfortable and sick. he didn’t deserve your concern, but it happened anyway. was it making him sick?

rafe wanted to cry, but couldn’t. he was revisiting the person he was in this moment, and could see life vanish from your eyes, death taking you away.

he took one last stab, and held it there like the first one. you kneeled in front of him, looking over at your corpse for a moment before your eyes settled into his raging ones.

he held prolonged eye contact with you as you inched your face close to his, but kept a safe distance. you placed your hand on top of his murdering one, and with a blank face, lastly asking him, “am i making you feel sick?”

rafe broke eye contact with you to look at your deceased body, and realized and remembered this murder. your organs could be nearly seen, blood gushed and poured out everywhere, your body cold and still.

he dropped the knife, and eyed you. “i’m sorry.”

you shook your head, and sighed. “you will revisit this everyday as long as you live,” you said, sniffling. “all i wanted was to be yours, and be good enough, rafe. was i no good?”

he didn’t have an answer, and with that, you got up, staring over at your body. “i want you to know,” you chuckled softly to yourself, “i never blamed you for loving me the way that you did. i forgive you, especially since i’m happier where i’m at.”

“heaven?” rafe asked.

you nodded. “you won’t make it here, but i’ll still hope and wait that you do — because i love you too much to let god be angry with you too.”

“he’s an angry man?”

“he’s angry and unfair,” you responded. “like someone i know. i loved god, i loved you; two men who didn’t view me as much, who don’t deserve for me to believe in them.”

rafe went quiet, and enough time went by for you to disappear for good to let rafe cry, and scream. he cried and sobbed, dry heaving as he vomited everywhere to the sight of you.

he killed you, and as long as he kept it to himself, you would drive him mad and insane with the knowing of it.

rafe cameron confessed to your murder only hours later. he drove himself to the police station, and confessed to every detail, telling sheriff shope where your body was.

they found your maimed body in the exact location where rafe told them it was, your body already decomposing into near bones, eaten by critters and bugs.

the earth was consuming you.

he was hated forever, the town wanted him torched or given the death penalty. it would be a while until he got a trial.

your funeral could be proper with your body in a casket, given a rightful way to be down in the ground, protected and secured by a box stuffed with silk fabric.

you could see your mom cry, and you wish she wouldn’t. your father had to give the prayer at your funeral, your best friends sobbing, and hating themselves for not getting you away from rafe sooner.

however, your death was simply inevitable. if rafe didn’t kill you, your love for him would. he was everything to you.

even when he was murdering you — getting a vile satisfaction from it — you were worried about him, if you and your maimed body was making him feel more nauseous and sick than the actual murder was.

rafe would live with the knowing that you truly loved him, and he took your life every single day that he spent in a prison block cell.

and your ghost would continue to linger and haunt him, never letting him know peace and serenity as he never did to you.

#rafe cameron #outer banks #rafe cameron smut #rafe cameron outer banks #obx #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron imagine #rafe cameron fluff #drew starkey obx #drew starkey one shot #rafe cameron fanfiction #rafe cameron x you #rafe outer banks #outer banks fanfiction #drew starkey x reader #outer banks imagine #rafe cameron angst #rafe cameron x female reader

[star-suh]

Jae-Mean

Na Jaemin x Male Reader

cw: idol au, top jaemin, pwp, sex toys, excessive use of lube, reader is part of dream, fingering, dumbification.

an: he's getting so big, need him asap 😵‍💫

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“are you ok yn?” asked renjun patting his back, “yeah i'm ok.. just a bit tired” he answered while catching his breath. all the members were practicing the dance for the new comeback but everyone realized that yn looked strange, well everyone except jaemin who tried hard to hide his smirk “yes yn tell us if you need a break” said jaemin with fake concern in his voice.

no one knew about it but yn and jaemin had a relationship based only in sex, as a way to “relieve some stress”. 

jaemin is a bit mean with yn when it's about to sex, for example, one time he marked him everywhere, that when the fans saw one of the hickeys yn had to lie saying that an insect had bitten him, or that one time that just before an interview jaemin fucked the other mercilessly and he had to endure the pain for more than an hour while sitting.

“i think i'm going to my dorm to rest a bit” said yn getting ready to leave, “wait let me help you” jaemin offers himself while running towards yn.

“you're a psycho.. jaemin”, sighs yn, “i can't hold it anymore”; “come on ynnie just a little more” jaemin smirks again patting his back “it'll all be over soon”...

in the dorm, yn was with his face on the bed and ass up while jaemin was fingering him. “shiiit yn, you did it so well holding in all this lube”. his fingers going in and out, soaked in lubricant, while the rest dripped little by little from the dilated hole of the smaller one “you're gonna pay for this jaemin” whimpered the bottom, hiding his flushed face on the mattress, trying to hide the moans.

jaemin just smirked, continuing fingering out the lube and with the other hand stroking his cock “shush ynnie just relax and let me take care of you”.

minutes after going to the choreography rehearsal jaemin called yn and made a bet with him, “come on don't be boring, what’s so hard about keeping half a bottle of lube inside your ass. just imagine the sounds it’ll make when i fuck it out of you” he whispered that last part near yn's sensitive neck. “what the fuck!” yn yells “you're a sick pervert”; “i will buy you food for the rest of the month” jaemin added… “deal” quickly answered yn.

“here i go”, jaemin scooped some of the lube that was in the bed sheets and smeared it in his big veiny cock “i'm gonna fuck out all that lube out of you” he slowly put the tip inside and then slammed himself making the bed squeak and drawing a muffled moan out of yn. jaemin was fascinated by the sounds caused by the excess of lube "it feels so good augh.. and .. fuck.. so wet.. shit, i won't be able to control myself yn".

he thrusted so hard that some of the lube splashed and landed on yn's back and jaemin's abs. yn kept his face down on the mattress, jerking himself, “i love how you act so feisty against me but as soon as my cock enters you, you become the most submissive whore in all the world” jaemin blurted out, yn clenched his hole when he heard that, “i felt that you whore” he laughs.

the taller was gripping so hard that he left marks on each side of yn's waist, “come here” he grabbed yn by the shoulders pulling him towards him, now yn's back was leaning on jaemin's chest, "damn you look so fucked up" he mocked. yn had hooded eyes and some drool falling from his mouth, his face was still the same or even redder than before. “i can't take it anymore” he cried.

jaemin lay down on the bed letting yn ride him but with a vibrator inside his ass. "hold on a little longer yn, now just focus on riding me" said the top. little did yn know that the vibrator inside of him was one of those controlled via an app, an app that jaemin was searching on his phone “found it” he murmurs and press the button with the number 1 right away.

“oh my fucking go-” yn rolled back his eyes, the vibration sending shivers to his whole body. on the other side jaemin was trying hard to hold in his moans, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure to his shaft. “fuckkkk~” yelled the taller when he pressed the number 2 button, the vibration increased therefore the stimulation too, jaemin could no longer control himself, he's now growling like a wild beast while yn tried not to cum.

the phone slipped from jaemin's hand and when he tried to grab it he accidentally pressed the number 5 button…

they both had an orgasm at the same time thanks to the vibrator at maximum speed, jaemin's cock squirted lots of sperm into yn's ass, some of it sliding down his shaft and falling to the sheets. yn also came, his cock spurted a lot too and some of it reached jaemin's face. “take it out jaeee~” begged yn, the overstimulation hitting them both “i fucking.. caa~an't i feel so.. weak” replied the taller.

luckily the battery of the vibrator died so it stopped minutes later, jaemin’s cock slipped out of yn's ruined hole along with the vibrator. feeling so tired yn fell on top of jaemin falling asleep with the other doing the same seconds later. 

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[dirtyvulture]

Wanda Maximoff x Beefy!Fem!Reader

18+ only, read at your own risk

Summary: Uh…

Your back slams onto the mattress and your vision is obscured by a curtain of red hair as a hot mouth presses hard against yours. Arousal shoots through your core when her hands wrap around your biceps, not quite able to get around their entire size, holding your arms against the bed as she brackets your waist with her legs, grinding her wetness against your abs.

“Oh fuck,” you gasp, fighting not to accidentally buck her off.  

“You feel that, baby?” Wanda asks. “That’s all because of you.” She leans back and widens her legs even further, revealing her shiny wetness that makes your mouth water. “You want a taste?”

You can practically smell her arousal, but for some reason, you hesitate.

“Y/N,” Wanda snaps. “Don’t you want to take care of Mommy?”

“I–Uh, yes, yes, I do,” you hurry to answer, not wanting to disappoint her. Wanda slides up your body, her slick coating your chest, and lets her heat hover over your mouth. She’s practically dripping and you eagerly crane your neck up to bury your tongue into her, wrapping your large arms over her thighs to pull her down into you. 

“Hold on, did I say you could touch?” Wanda asks, struggling to get out of your grip. She flicks her fingers and red streams of magic pour out of her fingertips, looping around your wrists like ropes and tugging your arms back to lay flat on the bed. You tug against your restraints, surprised by their strength. Wanda smirks down at you. “Not too tight?” 

“No.” You shake your head quickly. 

“Good. Now put that mouth to better use.”

She finally lowers herself onto your face and you waste no time lapping at her juices, straining your neck and shoulders to push your tongue into her center as far as you can. You feel her walls clench around you, still able to hear her moans even though her thighs around your ears muffle the sounds. You tilt your head back to trace your tongue through her folds and find her clit, wrapping your lips around it and sucking hard.

“Fuck, that’s my good girl. Just like that,” Wanda praises, holding onto the headboard while she rides your face. Your shoulders ache from trying to push yourself off the bed, and while you feel that Wanda is only using you for your own pleasure, you’re determined to get her to return the favor once you’re done.

When Wanda starts pressing down on you harder, her arousal thick on your tongue and the only thing you can smell, you know she’s close. She doesn’t give any warning as her cum gushes into your mouth, and you hurriedly clean her up, not wanting to waste a drop. By now, your own core aches with need, but Wanda still has you tied to the bed so you can’t do much to relieve yourself.

Unless she does.

Wanda leans down to kiss you, sucking on your tongue to share a taste of herself. Then she pulls away, crawling down your body and sitting between your legs. “God, you look so good like this,” she comments, rubbing your thighs and your body tenses in anticipation. “Do you like my magic, baby? Because that’s only the beginning of what I can do.”

She waves her hand and a red cloud swirls over the area between your legs and you feel something push down on your pelvis. When the magic clears, you find yourself wearing a thick strap. Wanda wraps her hand around the strap and your stomach bottoms out like she’s run her fingers over your center.  

“What’s wrong, baby?” Wanda asks as she continues to stroke the strap. “It’s not too much, is it? You’re gonna be able to feel everything like this is real, and I can’t have you losing control so soon.” Wanda’s hand around you already has you panting with need and you yank helplessly at the magical restraints. Wanda lifts herself up and teases the tip of your cock with her pussy. The heat that surrounds you is incredible and you’re afraid you won’t last more than a few seconds once you’re inside. 

“Oh my God, can I…can I…” You can’t even think in the haze of arousal fogging your brain as your hips jerk upwards desperately. 

“What? What do you want?” Wanda plays dumb. She rests her hands on your abs, her nails curving into the blocks of muscle there.

“I want to fuck you,” you beg. “Please?”

“You don’t have to ask, baby. Come and take me,” she teases. She leans back, taking only an inch of you and you lose all sense of restraint, pulling at the magical ropes with so much strength, if they were physically tangible you would have cut your wrists. Wanda sinks down another inch and a whine escapes you at the rippling sensation around your cock. You sit up, your entire body flexing as you try to free your arms. You aren’t sure if it’s from your actual strength or because Wanda loses her focus, but suddenly the red ropes disappear and you grab Wanda’s hips with your hands, wasting no time flipping her over so she’s on her hands and knees.

You line your cock up with her pussy and press your chest against her back to whisper into her ear, “Like this?”

You don’t even wait for her to respond before you plunge into her, moaning at the incredible heat that wraps around you. You fit into Wanda so perfectly it makes your head spin. “Oh fuck, you’re so tight and warm,” you grunt, your pace sloppy and uneven. 

Wanda pushes back against you, humming as her butt rubs your muscular thighs. “That’s right, baby. Fill Mommy up with your fat cock.”

You wonder if your cum will come out of the cock, and the thought of being able to properly breed someone drives you absolutely feral. You snap your hips harder and faster, the coil in your stomach ready to explode.

“Fuck, just like that,” Wanda pants. “Don’t stop, baby. You feel so good, you’re gonna make me cum so hard–”

“Me too,” you moan, burying yourself to the hilt with every stroke. The hot velvet that surrounds you massages every inch of you and you know Wanda can feel you throbbing as you ready for the biggest release of your life. “Oh, God, that feels so good Wanda–”

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Natasha frowns as she feels the excessive bouncing of the bed. It takes her eyes a few moments to adjust to the darkness, but she feels your body draped over hers, your legs bracketing one of hers as you rub yourself against her.

Normally, Natasha would laugh at how desperate you are for her even in your sleep, but then you mutter something that makes her shoot up in bed and shove you awake.

“Oh, God, that feels so good Wanda–”

“Y/N. Hey, Y/N. Wake up!” 

“What? What?” you gasp, rubbing your eyes blearily and instinctively pushing yourself away from Natasha. There is an unfamiliar ache in your core, but it can be easily ignored when you see your girlfriend glaring daggers at you. “What’s wrong?”

“What were you dreaming about?” Natasha demands.

“Uh…” You had been pulled out of your sleep so abruptly you remember virtually nothing. “I…I don’t remember.”

“You said Wanda’s name,” she accuses.

“Oh.” You close your eyes as if this will help summon your dream. “Well, I don’t remember the context…”

You can tell Natasha doesn’t believe you, but you’re not sure what else to do. You circle your muscular arms around her waist but she wriggles away from you with a grunt of unhappiness.

“Nat?” you ask, now more confused than ever.

“I’m getting up,” she says, although her alarm won’t go off for another 20 minutes. 

“Okay.” But now you can’t go back to sleep, and wait for her to leave the bedroom before getting out of bed yourself. You dress in your gym clothes and find Natasha eating a bowl of cereal in the kitchen. You don’t say anything to her as you grab your jar of protein powder and add a few scoops to the blender along with some fruit before turning it on. You wish she would elaborate more on why she’s so angry with you, but you know better than to ask this early.

“Good morning!” Wanda enters the kitchen, practically glowing and looking unusually excited for someone who doesn’t consider herself a morning person. “Have a good sleep, Y/N?” she asks, coming up to you and pouring herself a glass of your smoothie.

“Hmm, yeah it was all right,” you mumble, while Natasha watches you two interact with great interest.

“I don’t know about you, but I had the most incredible dream last night–” Wanda goes on.

“You son of a bitch,” Natasha growls, standing up and shoving the table away from herself.

“What?” Wanda asks innocently.

“I know what you did.” Natasha comes over and stands in between you and Wanda, while you are completely lost as to what they’re talking about. “Stay away from Y/N or else.”

“Haven’t you ever heard of April Fool’s, Nat?” Wanda laughs, but she starts backing away from Natasha. “It was just a joke–”

“No, it wasn’t! Stay out of Y/N’s head!” 

Suddenly, Wanda bolts out of the kitchen and Natasha chases after her. They disappear around the corner and you have half the heart to go after them, but then your stomach growls, so you take your smoothie to eat along with the rest of Natasha’s cereal.

Just another day at the Avengers’ Tower.

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AN: April Fool’s! Thought I’d do something different to mess with y’all, but writing this felt like cheating, so please do not ever ask me to write W*nda smut again lmao. 

Thanks to @mostlymarvelsstuff for betaing and making sure someone was in character, since I don’t write her much. :)

Please like, reblog, and comment! Follow for more content. 🥰

#wanda maximoff #scarlet witch #wanda maximoff smut #wanda maximoff imagine #natasha romanoff #black widow #wanda maximoff x reader

[moonalumi]

omg can u write high ellie getting distracted by u during a movie ^_^ maybe w clothed/partially clothed sex … also love ur work xox

mmm i love me some high ellie also SORRY FIR TAKING SO LONG TO DO THIS

high sub!top ellie getting distracted

warnings- ELLIE BEGGING ELLIE BEGGING GUYS AHHH um fingering (r and e receiving) they do it to each other at the same time, reader and ellie also compete for dominance kinda, ma / mama kink

a puff of smoke invades your nose and a coughing ellie causes you to lift up from your resting place on her chest.

“elll i was comfyyy” you complain as ellie chugs down a water, some of it spilling down her chin.

she lazily smile at you and brings you back down to lay on her, “i’m sorry baby… mm c’mere.” you feel ellie’s nose nuzzle into your hair and her damp lips leaving wet kisses on the back of your neck; to which you shudder and smack her arm.

“stop being horny and watch the movie. i’ve been wanting to watch it with you for a while.” you always try to be stern with her but when she gives you that adorable toothy smile it’s hard not to do whatever she asks you to.

“yknow it’s impossible for me to not be horny” ellie empthatizes her statement with a grip on your ass.

swatting her hand away you smack her again, “god you become a hornball when you’re high”

her hand finds the plush of your ass again, “please ma…” ellie adds with a whiny rasp to her voice, “we can pause the movie and then get right back to it after please”

oh she just knows what to say and do to convince you. ‘fuck you’ you think before you grab her hand and make her palm your pussy through your shorts; making ellie let out a low groan and start rubbing you.

“thank you mama thank you…fuck i need this”ellie’s fingers trail up then slide into the waistband of your shorts and panties, “gotta get this pussy nice and wet.” she whispers mostly to herself.

your pelvis jerks up when her long fingers circle around your hole that’s getting wetter and wetter by the second, then rub your slick back up, spreading your folds, and reaching your clit and rubbing in tight circles.

you let out soft little moans at her movements and burry your face in her neck. fingers clenching around her waist.

“you just get soaked so fast hmm baby…barely even started and it’s a whole water park.” ellie’s free hand beginning to slip under her boxers before you stop her and replace it with your own. jaw practically dropping after teasing your fingers around her hole and feeling the absolute mess she’s made of herself. those poor (lucky) boxers drenched in ellie’s arousal.

“fuck ellie..mphm.. you’re the one who’s a water park oh my god”

ellie moans and closes her thighs around your hand that’s now messily rubbing at her clit that’s thumping against your fingertips.

“tis’ all your fault…ohhh mmfuck!” her hips jerk up as you ease two fingers inside her, feeling her clench and gush around them.

ellie fingers fumble around between your legs and she plunges them inside you, base of her knuckles getting soaked by your slick.

the bed becomes a mess of moans and heavy breaths. creaking slightly at the movement of two horny girls grinding against each others messy fingers. the movie, now forgotten, still playing in the background.

“ellie please faster” you beg, pussy rubbing all over the palm of her hand as ellie obeys and fucks into you faster; you shortly following and causing ellie to squelch around your digits.

she spread her legs wider for you and circles her hips. her stomach caving in and abs flexing all in your view, “fuck fuck baby i’m gonna cum”

“already?” you ask breathlessly as you attempt to go deeper, “barely even let me have my fun with you”

ellies eyes widen and she holds onto your wrist, “no no please don’t stop please please”

you giggle but get cut off by a hard thrust she gives your g-spot. a moan escapes your lips and your body jerks at every hard thrust she gives you. fingertips just hitting that spot perfectly and stretching you out perfectly making you lose the ability to even think and drool on her chest.

“yeah w-whos about to cum now hmm?” she says, trying to sound all tough and dommy but her voice just sounds too needy and shaky to convince you. especially cause she cuts herself off with a whimper as she start creaming around your fingers.

“j-just like that els..nghnn i-i’m gnna” one last thrust and you’re squirming and cumming with her. both of you fucking each other through your orgasms. both of your fingers pruned and sticky with each others cum.

slowing down and catch your breaths, ellie gives you a little forehead kiss before she pulls out and examines her hand. cum sliding down and onto her knuckles.

“look at that damn” ellie chuckles as you burry your face into her neck again.

“shut up you probably did worse” you mumble as now you drag out of her boxers. hand looking exactly like hers now.

ellie giggles and brings it up to her lips and suckles all the cum off it. slick now glistening on her lips.

“you gonna clean me up now too?”

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[teasteeper]

toxic ex bf!seungcheol

18+ minors dni, f!reader, mean!cheol, cheating, smut

cheol either answers your texts immediately or leaves you on delivered for weeks, making you feel like nothing but one of the hundreds of horny, desperate girls in his dms. luckily he's feeling generous enough tonight to lend you his precious time, following up your 'hi' only seconds later.

'miss me?'

god, he makes you feel dumb- as if the majority of your conversations don't start with him texting you first, asking if you're home. in reality, you're all he thinks about, whether he's had too much to drink or not nearly enough, balls deep in some girl or all alone in his apartment. he's indulging himself tonight and he'll regret it later, feeding into your unhealthy dependence on him that's all his fault. he knows he's terrible to you and it kills him, because you deserve the best- everything that he's not.

'no'

'funny. tell me what you want'

'ugh. never mind'

'i'll be there in 10'

he takes 20, standing at your door wearing a hat low over his eyes, fresh-looking pinkish hickeys standing out on his pale neck against the tight black compression shirt stretched over his thick shoulders. the bruises make your stomach churn, trailing your eyes down his pumped chest and lingering on the obvious bulge of his cock against his grey sweats. "are you gonna let me in or just keep staring, dummy?"

his rough hands are all over you, one on your waist while the other cradles the back of your neck. your neck is bent nearly all the way as he cranes his head down to push his tongue deep into your mouth, humming out a pleased sigh when you stick your tongue out for him. making out lewdly with the wet muscle, pulling away to watch his spit drip down your bottom lip to your chin. his stiff cock pushes against your tummy as he walks you backwards to your bedroom.

cheol pushes you to lay on your bed and slaps your knees apart, crawling between your thighs. his thick eyebrows inch upwards as he spots the framed picture of you and your boyfriend on your nightstand. "does he know i fuck his girlfriend on the regular?"

"shut up" you groan, pushing your flimsy pyjama shorts and panties down your legs, whining for him to do the rest when they reach your knees.

"tsk. use to be such a good girl f'me"

"yeah, well, maybe you made me bad"

his eyes darken as you pull your top over your head and let it fall to the floor, revealing hickeys of your own, deep purple marks all over your tits and chest and trailing up your neck and shoulders. you're looking at him like you're already fucked out, pupils wide behind your lashes and cheeks flushed, your lips puffy and wet from his harsh kisses. maybe you are fucked out. maybe the man in the picture was just here in your bed with you. if so, you're just as bad as him, cheol thinks to himself.

if you have been fucked today then cheol can't tell, hissing through his teeth as he sinks his cock into your tight cunt. "y'feel like a fucking virgin- fuck-"

he holds your knees to your chest as he fucks you, mostly for the angle that lets him hit that sweet spot inside you over and over, partly to cover those damned hickeys on your chest so he can't see them. his big hands are rough on the back of your thighs, veins bulging in his thick neck and abs tightening and he slams his hips against your ass. he hooks his thumb into your cheek and pulls, pushing down on your jaw so your tongue lolls out, drooling down your cheek as your eyes roll back into your head.

"you just fucking take it" he grunts, spreading your pussy with his thick fingers to watch your hole gape around his cock. "he doesn't fuck you right, does he, baby?". he's rambling now, feeling stupid and dizzy as your slick drips down his heavy balls and splashes his lower tummy, "cum on my cock- squeezing me so tight"

his thrusts grow heavy and messy as he fucks his cum into you, pulling back to watch it spill from your pretty cunt with his jaw slack and buff chest heaving. you look so pretty and fucked out under him, wide eyes looking up at him with drool all over your swollen lips, “look how stupid i make you, hm? y’still with me?”

he brings his hand up to your face intending to tap your cheek, choking back a gasp when your jaw drops open, ready to take his fingers in your mouth, “fuck- what the fuck- did i really make you that dumb?”

when all you do is let out a weak whine, knitting your brows together, he swipes his thumb through the drool on your cheek before pushing it past your lips to rest on your warm tongue. cheol just watches as your breathing steadies, eyes fluttering closed as you drift off, suckling around his thumb. he tries not to wake you as he lays down beside you, propped on one elbow. he’s being selfish, indulging in how soft and pretty you look, feeling like his with his thumb in your mouth and his cum dripping from your cunt, before slipping out of bed and redressing, giving your sleeping figure one last look before he leaves.

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