#i just wanna see him in a thin tie just once

[fuckyeahorangecassidy]

It's the sneer when you know you look good for me

#orange cassidy #aew #aew dynamite #rare oc pics #james cipperly #oc #all elite wrestling #freshly squeezed #cropped to protect other folks in picture #fly as all hell #i just wanna see him in a thin tie just once #still like great though #i just think hes neat #i love him dearly

[slutforleeminho]

“i wanna try something.” you breathed out between the hot and messy kisses you were giving minho, his hands gripping your waist tighter and pulling your hips down against his clothed bulge. he was already so hard, it amazed you how you could do the bare minimum and he would be fully erect in just minutes.

“whatever you want, baby.” he looked at you with so much love and admiration. that’s how he always responded to your requests, inside and outside the bedroom. ‘whatever you want, if i have it it’s yours.’ and then he’d kiss you until you forgot what it was you were even asking of him.

“you don’t even know what it is yet. how can you be so sure that you’ll want to?” you moved away from his lips to his neck, leaving little love bites as you went. he sighed when you sucked on the little sensitive spot behind his ear.

“oh baby, it isn’t in my blood to say no to you, especially when you’re sitting on top of me like this. you could tie me down to this bed right now and take me however you wanted and i wouldn’t refuse.” his brows were furrowed and eyes screwed shut, focusing on the feeling of your lips on his skin. he looked so fucked out, which made you wonder if he was just saying those things and not actually meaning them. but you refused to pass this moment up without at least trying. so you sat straight up, separating your top half from his. his eyes shot open and searched you face for the answer as to why you stopped. “did i say something wrong? i’m sorry, love, i didn’t-”

“no, you said exactly what i wanted to hear.” you smirked down at him, waiting for him to realize what you meant and when his eyes widened and you felt his dick twitch through his thin sweatpants you knew he understood. “would you like that? for me to cuff you this bed and have my way with you,” you asked in the most innocent voice you could, a big contrast to your words. “use you however i please.” your words went straight to his throbbing cock.

“yes. fuck, baby please.” his eyes were full of lust and anticipation, his voice so quiet and submissive that you didn’t recognize this person under you at all. you didn’t respond verbally, settling on silently removing yourself from his lap and stripping him of all remaining clothing. you didn’t get naked yourself until the pair of handcuffs you kept in your bedside table were safely securing his wrists to the bed frame above his head. when you did take your clothes off you did so very slowly, taking your time just to see him squirm. Minho didn’t take his eyes off of you once, not until you were back on top of him and the tip of his pulsing cock was pressed against your entrance. he threw his head back and sighed before he swallowed hard, trying to keep himself from falling apart beneath you. at least not so soon.

you took in everything about this moment, not wanting to forget anything about it. the way the veins that ran down his arms bulged, to the way he twitched every now and then, seemingly very worked up. his chest rising and falling violently, you’ve never seen him like this, so…. so submissive and pliant. it made you want to eat him alive. you ran your hands up his torso, feeling his hot skin against the palm of your hands. a little whine escaped his lips when you grazed his nipples with your fingernails. his hips rutted up into you, resulting in his swollen tip slipping inside of you. he gasped from the sudden stimulation and raised them higher in search of more. you took both of his nipple in between your fingers and and pinched them. he winced from the pain and looked at you with confusion all over his face.

“bad boy,” his eyes widened. “ i didn’t say you could do that.” you didn’t know why you had said that and immediately regretted it. minho was always the dominant one in your relationship, the one who called the shots, the one who called you a bad girl. and that’s why you were in complete shock when he uttered a quiet “i’m sorry.” you tried to hide your surprise the best you could and continue with your switched roles. “how will you make it up to me?” he scanned the room as if the answer was written on the walls somewhere, and apparently it was cause his eyes lit up as he quickly turned his head to look at you.

“sit on my face.”

“hmmm,” you pretended to think about it. “should i?” he quickly nodded and you chuckled at his eagerness. the thought did have you clenching so you moved up his body until your thighs were on either side of his head. his eyes sparkled as he stared at your dripping sex, his tongue slipping out to wet his lips. he looked starved and he just found the perfect meal, so he lifted his head in attempt to attach his lip to your core. he only made it so far before you yanked his head back by his hair. “once again, not asking for permission,” your whole brain chemistry was altered when he basically sobbed, a little tear sliding down the side of his face. “i should punish you,” you were loving this a little too much. “but that will have to wait.” he opened his mouth to say something but you cut him off by completely sitting on his mouth. he didn’t miss a beat before devouring, running his tongue through your folds before nipping and sucking harshly on your clit. his hands were balled up into fists and pulling away from the cuffs, his biceps flexing from the strain on his muscles. the veins on his arms were protruding and you couldn’t keep yourself from running a finger over them, tracing out the greenish blue lines. his skin was on fire, almost too hot for you to touch. almost.

you mindlessly started grinding down on his tongue, riding his face for your own pleasure. you weaved your fingers through his hair, pulling him closer to you, chasing after the euphoric feeling you knew only he could give you. and after a few more thrusts of his tongue and sucking hard on your clit one last time, you were coming. chest heaving and moaning his name like it’s the only thing you knew. once you came down and moved off of his face minho took a deep breath of air and only then you realized you almost suffocated the poor boy. “aww i’m sorry baby, could you not breathe?” you held the side of his face, wiping away your arousal from the corner of his mouth. he was too busy trying to catch his breath to answer you but that was fine you’d get an answer out of him.

you sank down on his cock completely without so much as a warning. “ah- baby wait- i wasn’t- fuck i wasn’t ready.”

“i don’t need your permission.” you ground yourself against him. he threw his head back against the pillows and arched his back.

“if you keep going i’m gonna come. so please… stop.” he pleaded, his voice was so quiet which was very unlike him, so you knew he was telling the truth, he was about to explode.

“you want me to stop?” you went from grinding to full on bouncy on him now.

“ahh fuck i’m coming!” his eyes screwed shut, bracing himself for quite possibly the most intense orgasm he’s ever had. only for it to be ripped away. his eyes shot open. “why’d you stop?!” he looked infuriated with you, he was so close why would you take that away from him?

“you told me to stop.” you smirked at him. “why? did you want to come? i’m so, so sorry.” you were talking to him like a baby, pouting down at him like he was a child. “well i guess we can consider that your punishment.”

“uncuff me.” he demanded. “now.”

“oh baby i’d love to.” you grinned. “ but i’m not finished with you yet.”

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i’m back!!!!! did you miss me?

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[toniiswrld]

Birthday sex with anton surprising him with lingerie and a little bow to unwrap you and he can do whatever he wants :)

🎀 cw. smut 18+ mdni, dom!anton, consented recording, unprotected sex, oral (m), breeding kink, manhandling, little bit of crying, little biting (just once), kinda lovey dovey if you squint

⭐️wc. 2.8k

🎧 nasty. ariana grande • lay me down. steve lacy

after a long day of activities and spending a nice dinner with your boyfriend and his friends, you two were headed back to your shared apartment.

it’s his birthday, and you had to make sure he had the best birthday possible. you went all out for his special day, making him breakfast in bed, taking him to all his favorite stores, and of course, a dinner with all of his favorite people. it was perfect.

almost perfect, you still had one more thing in store for him.

the entire ride home, he was telling you how much he appreciates everything you've done for him, and that you really made his day special.

"i have one more gift for you, wait right here while i grab it" you say as you two make it inside your shared apartment, and he gives you a small okay while he waits in the living room for you to come back out.

you quickly make your way into your bedroom, going into the closet to pull out the pink lingerie set you had bought for tonight. it was a cute bubblegum pink mesh robe, the belt made out of a pretty silk ribbon and trimmed with pink feathers along the arms and the bottom. under it you wore the matching lacy pink bra and panties, hearts embroidered onto the thin fabric. you tie the robe so it looks like a bow, and you make your way back to the living room.

"close your eyes," your voice was shy as you peeked out the door, not wanting anton to see you yet. he could just see your face peeking out down the hallway, and he chuckles at how you cute you were. he puts his hands over his eyes, that way you would know that he really couldn't see anything.

you walk to him slowly, trying to stay quiet to really add suspense. once you're standing in front of him, you bring your hands to his, removing them off his eyes. they stay closed for a second, and when he's opening them, you see the way his jaw drops.

"wow" he was stunned, the way you looked like a pretty present just for him.

"wanna unwrap me?" you giggle, taking a small step back so he could look at you fully. he nods, grabbing the silk ribbon that held your robe together and pulling, revealing the full lingerie set for him, and his jaw drops again.

"best birthday gift i've gotten today, when did you get this?" his fingers trace the lining of your bra, then grabbing your tits with both of his hands and squeezing them. he liked the way he could see your nipples peek through the lace. he wanted to touch them, pinch them through the bra and get you worked up. he noticed that the bra had the hook in the front, and that tempted him even more, wanting to rip the fabric off of you.

"couple days ago, you like it?" you tilt your head up so you could make eye contact with the boy, watching as he took in your appearance

"i love it"

that's when he pulls you in for a kiss, both hands cupping your face as he leans down to press his lips on yours. it was already filled with desperation, barely having a moment for yourselves all day. he groans into the kiss when your hands wrap around his shoulders, fingers playing with the hair behind his head. you two are in the middle of the living room, but not for long before you both are walking towards the wall while your lips are still connected. you're being pressed against the wall in the hallway, letting anton press his weight onto you. you pull away, lips ghosting over his while you two catch your breaths.

"since its your special day, we can do anything you want" your words are just above a whisper, opening your eyes so you could look at the way anton was staring you down.

"anything?" he smirks, ideas running through his head already. you give him a small mhm before his lips are on yours again, this time his hands move to rest on your waist. you had to stand on your tippy toes, which was a challenge because of the way anton pulls you into him, along with him struggling by being bent over to kiss you. so he pulls away from your lips, bending down some more to hook his hands under your thighs and lift you, pressing your body into the wall before he's kissing you again.

you gasp at the sudden movements, all sounds being swallowed before you could let them out with the way anton was shoving his tongue in your mouth, somehow more needier than he was before. his fingers knead the skin of your ass, shifting you slightly so you could press right on his now fully hard cock.

the friction from his jeans on your barely covered core had you whining against his mouth, trying to move your hips more but it was hard when anton was holding you up. his kisses travel from your lips to your jaw, then down your neck and to your chest. he was sucking the skin harshly, murmuring little praises about how pretty you were for him.

you wanted to tell him to hurry up and fuck you already, but tonight was about him and you had to put up with whatever he wanted to do, even if you were aching for him to fill you up.

almost as if he wanted the same thing, he was moving you two into your bedroom quickly, holding you up to bring you to the bed. he nearly throws you, making you bounce slightly when you made contact with the mattress. he lets out a quiet sorry before he's turned his back to you, rummaging through one of his drawers and pulling some things out. the room was dimly lit, so you couldn't see what he was pulling out, and he was completely silent, which excited you.

you knew that when he got quiet that he had something up his sleeve, and with him being able to use you however he likes tonight, you knew that you were in for something that wasn't in the ordinary for you two.

once he's finally turned around, you see that he has in his hands. his camcorder.

"wanna record us, that okay?" he almost looked nervous, it wasn't the first time you two had recorded yourselves fucking, but it wasn't common so he still felt shy bringing it up. but it turned you on that he wanted to keep memory of this moment, so you nod, whining out a yes so he knows that you really want it.

"good, turn around for me?" he hums, and you turn yourself so you're sitting on your knees in the middle of the bed, waiting for antons next request. you feel his fingers on your shoulders, and they tug at the robe that still covered you, pulling it off you slowly. you shiver, feeling cold without the thin fabric covering you. he's still quiet behind you, but you don't ask any questions.

that's when you feel his hands on your wrists, holding them behind your back. then you feel a soft fabric wrap around your wrists, not too tight but just enough to keep them in place behind you. he had taken the ribbon off the robe, using it to tie your hands behind your back. he made it into a cute bow, and he smiles at his work before he's pushing your body forward, a small yelp leaving you as your face and chest are now pressed on the bed, ass in the air.

"so fucking pretty, can't wait to fuck you" he groans as he realizes that the panties were a thong, the fabric disappearing between your ass, and barely covering your cunt from how thin they were. he grabs the camcorder, turning it on and holding it in his hand while the other roams your body. you trembled at the touches, not being able to move much with your hands restricted.

his hand caresses the skin of your ass before he's slapping it, your body jolting from the impact. he soothes the area right after, before slapping you again, then gripping the flesh harshly. you whine, skin feeling hot with every touch he placed on you. he brings his fingers to hook on your panties, pulling them from where they buried between your cheeks and pulling them so they rub against your clit, another whine coming out of you. he pulls them again, your wetness leaking through the lace the more he pulls on them.

"fuck, you're so wet" he groans, bring the camera closer to your dripping cunt so he could move your panties to the side, then spreading your folds so he could see it better.

"tonnie, want you now" you wiggle your ass a bit, getting impatient with his teasing.

"patience baby, i get to take my time with you today" his hand comes down on your ass again, a warning to you that you should listen to him. you whine, clenching around nothing as you wait for antons next move. you feel him moving behind you, and you hear some shuffling sounds before the bed is dipping again and he's picking you up from the bed. you gasp, being basically tossed around without any words being said.

he's setting you on your feet, back on the floor before he's pushing your shoulder down so you could get on your knees for him. he grabs the camera again, he wanted a video of you sucking him off, he always thought you were so pretty with his cock in your mouth, looking up at him as you struggled to take the whole thing.

"open," he presses his index finger on your bottom lip, tapping it twice and you open your mouth, lolling your tongue out for him. he gets closer to you, and you lean to lick a stripe from the base to the tip of his cock. he hisses, hand going into your hair to control your movements. you repeat your actions twice, before swirling your tongue around his tip before taking him into your mouth. you could feel him twitch when you let his cock reach the back of your throat, swallowing around him which makes him moan

"shit, can i fuck your throat baby?" his grip on your hair tightens, and you hum in approval. you relax your throat, feeling anton trust into your mouth.

spit and precum leaked out of the corners of your mouth as anton fucked your throat, your eyes fluttering shut as you tried to focus on your breathing. each time his tip hit the back of your throat, you would clench around him, making his hips stutter. he used his hand that was in your hair to push you harder into his cock, holding you still for a few seconds before letting you go. he would pull out, let you breathe, then do it again. you could tell he was getting close when his thrusts were getting sloppy, and his moans were a bit higher pitched as he looked down at you. but he pulls you off of him, letting you breathe and your eyes open and look at him confused.

"wanna cum in you" his voice is low, and he's helping you stand up, getting back on the bed. he gets on before you, sitting up against the headboard and gesturing for you to get on top of him, so you move to him, straddling his thighs, his cock resting on his stomach while he holds you in place by your hip. picking the camera back up, he pans it so it would get a view of you sitting on him, with that submissive look in your eye that he loved so much. his hand on your hip travels up to your breasts, groping the skin over your bra. your hips jerk up, his fingertips brushing across your nipples. his hand moves back down, this time down to the hem of your panties, dipping his fingers into them and collecting your wetness on his fingers. they prod at your hole, dipping into you slightly making you almost fall over before he's pulling his hand out.

"tonnie,"

"i got you baby, i got you. you're doing so good for me, making me feel so good. think you can ride me?" his fingers are in your mouth now, sucking off your own arousal off him. you give him a nod, humming around his digits before he's pulling them out of your mouth, then moving to push your panties to the side. you slide a bit closer to him, so he could align himself with your cunt.

the tip slowly dips into you, and you whine at the intrusion. you were so wet, that he could slide into you with ease, but he was so big that no matter how turned you were, that initial stretch had you shutting your eyes tight as you slowly sunk down onto his cock. once he was fully in you, you roll your hips so you could get a feel for him. he has the camera pointed at where you two meet, his hand rests on your him, guiding your movements the way you both like.

it was slow, you two looking in each others eyes as you rock against him. your whimpers fill the room along with his own, each time you sunk onto him had you both a mess.

tears swelled in your eyes, the pleasure was too good mixed in with the burning in your thighs. and the fact that you couldn't touch anton was killing you, you needed to feel his muscles tense under your touch before you went insane. anton caught on that you were struggling, keeping you still on his cock as he readjusted you two so he was laying down, and placing the camera on the bedside table, angling it so that way you two were still in frame.

"wanna touch you, tonnie. please" you whine as both of his hands are touching you, one going up to your tits and the other back on your hips to get you to move again. he watches you, seeing the desperation in your eyes along with the tears that threaten to spill. he decides to give you what you want, hand reaching behind you to pull the ribbon loose. your hands instantly run down from his shoulders to his stomach, touching him like it was your first time.

he pulls you down into his chest, and he kisses you softly as his arms wrap around you. he moves his hips up, thrusting into you slowly while he moans into your mouth. this angle had him hitting a spot that had you seeing stars, and you struggled to kiss him back with how deep he felt inside of you. you rested your head in his neck, moaning into his skin. with every thrust you would push your hips back onto his cock, finding a steady rhythm. your clit pressed on his pubic bone added to the pleasure, and you could feel your orgasm building up. he was close too, so he tried to hold out as much as he could so you two could cum at the same time.

"gna cum for me?" his words were hot in your ear, his pace picking up slightly.

"mhm, so close tonnie"

"good, you're taking me so well, gna fill you up, fuck you full of my cum baby" his words were staggered, trying to get the words out as best as he could with you squeezing so tightly around him.

with a few more thrusts you were cumming, teeth sinking into antons skin as you moaned around the flesh, your pussy spasming around his cock as he continued to move his hips. your orgasm triggered his own, hips stilling for a moment as his cum painted your walls white, feeling warm as he filled you up. his hips started moving again slowly, fucking you both through your orgasms. you take your teeth off of him, licking at the skin to soothe the bitemark.

when you both caught your breaths, anton reached back for the camera, bringing it to show your face and his, kissing you softly while his other hand rubbed circles into your hip, then going to turn the video off.

"happy birthday, baby. i love you"

🎀 idk why this took me way too long to write but i hope you guys enjoyed!! and happy very late birthday anton!!

#riize smut #riize hard hours #riize hard thoughts #riize imagines #riize x reader smut #anton smut #lee anton smut #anton hard hours #anton hard thoughts #anton imagines #anton x reader smut #toniiswrld #toniiswrld 💌

[suugarbabe]

Angst with a fluffy smutty ending (;)), Theodore nott, prompt 41 and 4

Pleaaaaaase 😩

(4) "That noise....keep making it."

(41) "Look me in the eyes this time and say you don't feel anything for me."

18+ MDNI! THIS IS YOUR WARNING; be aware of the content you consume

You grunted as you were shoved into the closet after Theo, Mattheo giggling as he closed and locked the door behind you both. You huffed, leaning against the closest wall and crossing your arms. With a flick of his wrist Theo created a low glow in the closet. "I can't believe this," you sighed in annoyance. "What? You're saying this isn't a fantasy of yours?" You could hear the smirk as he spoke. Truth was, you did have a dream very similar to this last week, but you'd be damned if you admitted that to him. You picked at your cuticles, avoiding eye contact as you answered him, "Actually, my fantasies usually involve Mattheo." You stole a glance quick enough to see Theo's jaw tense and relax. "Tsk, tsk, Y/n. I know you're just trying to rile me up now." Theo got bold then, grabbing your face between his thumb and forefinger, forcing you to look at him in the eyes. He had eyes like sapphires: big beautiful gems that were scanning your face, waiting to respond to any movement or word you spoke. "Look me in the eyes this time and say you don't feel anything for me." You wracked your brain for a witty response, but the way he looked at you, pupils blown, your mind was basically mush. Theo's eyes flicked down to your lips as he licked his own. In a rare moment of bravery, you grabbed hold of his tie and yanked him toward you, his lips smashing against yours in a fever. He moved his lips to your jaw, down your neck, sucking the skin and nibbling with his teeth. He slotted a knee between your thighs, applying pressure to what you were sure were already soaked panties. The pressure of his thigh in combination with his lips working your neck had your head spinning. One of his hands traveled down to your hip, rocking you just slightly against his thigh. The smallest motion caused you to dig your fingers to tug on the hairs they were tangled in at the back of his neck, a gasping whine leaving your lips. Theo groaned against your skin, "That noise...keep making it." -"Then keep doing what your doing," you breathed out. You didn't have to tell him again, grabbing your hips to guide you, applying pressure with his thigh as you shifted your hips back and forth, grinding down on his leg. The thin material of your panties allowing you to feel the rough material of his trousers rubbing just right against your swollen clit. "Fuck, y/n, I think I can feel you through my pants, is this all f'me?" his lips ghosting against the shell of your ear as you nodded, another whimper the best response you could give him. "You gonna leave a big wet spot on m'thigh aren't ya, darling? Gonna let everyone know how well I got you off in just seven minutes?" He pushed your bucking hips down and his leg up, creating pressure on your cunt that had you fluttering around nothing. "I can feel you, darling. Such a little slut, squeezing around nothing," his words were nearly pushing you over the edge, that familiar feeling building in your lower abdomen, "Please, Theo...wanna come on your leg." Your hips messily fucking yourself on his thigh, your clit now pulsing against the soaked spot on his trousers. Theo's licking and sucking across your collarbones, and up your neck, he's everywhere all at once, "C'mon darling, let it all fucking go f'me, c'mon pretty girl." He pushed his thigh up against you, the pressure in your core finally peaking and now you're a whimpering mess, "Fuck, Theo, ohmygo-" riding out your high as he swallows the rest of your moans, allowing you to continue to slowly grind against him as you come down from your fucked out state. Just as he pulls away, the closet door swings open, Mattheo smirking at the entrance, "Have fun?" He looks you both over, jaw dropping at the large dark spot on Theo's right thigh. Your cheeks are instantly aflame, but Theo is unfazed, telling the group you two were 'going to finish what you started' as he dragged you to his dorm.

#nonny bo bonny #blurb prompts #theo nott #theo nott smut #slytherin boys

[freedomfireflies]

Four to Go*

Summary: The fourth part to One for the Money*

Mr. Styles, your boss (and the CEO of the company you work for), offers to help you expand your OnlyFans business.

But can he watch you sleep with someone else?

Word Count: 7.8k

*Contains Mature and Explicit content! Please only consume what you feel comfortable with!💞You are so much more important!*

Mr. Styles is calm as he slips off his jacket, unfazed by the curious look on Max’s face.

“Uh…all right,” Max replies, sneaking a second glance at you for confirmation. “So, you…you’re just gonna…be here? Or…?”

Mr. Styles nods, taking a seat on the lounge chair near the wall, loosening his tie as he sits. “See, Peach always tends to need a little…encouragement. So, that’s why I’m here.”

He smiles at you, and your heart leaps.

“To give it to her.”

You have absolutely no idea what to say. What to think or feel. Part of you is somewhat comforted by his presence and the other part is wildly confused by it.

“Okay…” Max clears his throat and cocks an eyebrow up. “Well…we were just gonna go over some ground rules—”

“Excellent.” Mr. Styles beams as he leans back. A hand is waved as instruction to continue. “By all means.”

Your lips press together into a thin line.

“All right. I was just gonna ask how you feel about kissing,” Max begins, returning his attention to you. “There’s no right or wrong answer. Sometimes it can make things feel less serious, but it’s up to you.”

“Oh, I’m fine with it,” you say, shrugging once. “It’s just a kiss.”

Out of your peripheral, you catch Mr. Styles tilt his head.

“Okay. And condoms?”

“Yeah, I brought some.”

“Perfect, and I’ve got some, too.” Max looks around the room in thought. “Uh—oh. The safe word. I know we agreed on the color system, but if you have a particular word that feels best…?”

“Color system is fine,” you agree. “I trust you.”

Mr. Styles coughs under his breath.

You look over.

He smirks.

Amused, Max moves for his camera. “All right, then. Do you wanna go over the scene one more time?”

“Uh…honestly? Maybe we just…get right into it,” you answer, slowly slipping your coat off. “I have a tendency to overthink.”

You hear a snort from behind you, and you don’t even have to look to know who it came from. 

“Got it,” Max chuckles, surveying the room one last time. “Well, then…I guess I’m ready when you are?”

Your pulse skips a time or two as you nod and allow your covering to fall away, revealing the outfit underneath.

Another one of Mr. Styles' sets. A soft, pastel peach color. It felt fitting, and the room grows oddly quiet as both men take a moment to drink you in.

Max is the only one with a comment to make, smiling gently as he says, “Nice. And it’s comfortable?”

“Very. Yeah, my investor did an excellent job.”

Mr. Styles smirks at your sly comment while Max laughs.

“Ah, so this is the work of the mysterious gentleman in the corner?”

“Indeed.” You nod as you step closer to the bed. “Turns out, he’s incredibly picky.”

Another scoff but you pay it no mind as you shoot Max an innocent grin and take a seat on the edge of the mattress.

Max fiddles with the camera and the lights a moment more before he clears his throat and claps his hands together once. “All right, I think we’re ready.”

There’s a weird flutter in your stomach as you straighten up and prepare to begin, unable to resist sneaking a glance at your boss.

He’s expressionless. Stoically sitting in his chair, relaxed, yet seemingly uninterested.

It’s not unusual for him, but even still, you wonder where the man who dominated you in your bedroom has disappeared to.

And if you’ll ever see him again.

“You ready?” Max calls gently, smiling his encouragement.

“Yes,” you reply, voice oddly timid as you scoot back toward the pillows. “Ready.”

With that, a little red dot begins to blink from the device, signaling the start to the video.

No going back now.

Max makes his way around the tripod, approaching the bed with a confident gleam in his eye. “Hi, Peach,” he murmurs, rather seductively, and your breath catches. “’S’about time we found our way here, yeah?”

You nod again, lip disappearing between your teeth as he kneels onto the mattress and begins to crawl closer. 

“Look so fucking sweet,” he continues, letting his eyes trail from your face to your thighs, appreciating every thread on your lingerie set. “Did you dress up just for me?”

You fight the urge to look toward your boss, swallowing thickly as you whisper, “Yes.”

His hands find your hips, smoothing over the curves and dips with ease before slowly guiding your legs apart. “Gonna let me have a taste?”

You feel breathless. Wonderstruck by the fingers inching closer to you, the anticipation building in your gut.

“Yes,” you repeat, nails curling into the silk bedding beneath you as he moves in.

He hooks onto the material and slowly begins to pull it aside, allowing him access to your cunt. Then, his thumb outstretches, ready to swipe across your clit when the sound of a throat clearing echoes across the room.

You and Max both still, exchanging a curious look before turning to sneak a glimpse of the man responsible for the interruption.

Mr. Styles stares back, eyebrow raised. “I’m sorry, is that it, then?”

Max pushes up onto his knees. “Pardon?”

Your boss leans forward. “You have her all spread out, ready and willing, and this is the best you can do?”

Your eyes nearly bulge out of your head as Max tosses you a curious expression.

“I mean…this is what we agreed on,” Max replies slowly. “A little foreplay before the rest of it.”

“And this is your idea of foreplay?”

Max blinks. “Uh…yes?”

“Interesting.” His fingers strum against the arm of the chair but he says nothing more.

A little rattled, you shift beneath Max and wait for him to continue.

Tentatively, he does, pushing through your folds with intense focus. He’s slow with it, letting the air hit you just so until you squirm, hand pushing your thigh open.

Vaguely, you feel a pair of eyes studying you from the corner of the room, taking note of each breath and quiver of your limbs.

And you know he’s watching you. Know he’s observing the technique. And while you don’t mind being watched by him, something about this feels odd.

Max straightens up and moves in to kiss you, slotting his knee between your legs as a hand wraps around the back of your neck.

His tongue is in your mouth before your eyes can close, and you whimper a bit at the aggressive force behind his touch. 

He’s quite good. One of the better men you’ve been with, and nothing has even happened yet. You take this as a good sign, allowing yourself to melt into the gesture as his fingers fiddle with the buckle on his belt.

There’s another condescending snort near the wall, and Max sighs against your cheek before turning around. “Yes?”

“Nothing.” There’s a touch of innocence behind his response but the look in his eye reads anything but. “That’s just not how she likes it.”

You feel the blood drain from your face as Max smirks and looks back at you. “Sorry, Peach. Is that not how you like it?”

“It is,” you confirm, shooting a peeved look toward the chair. “Ignore him, I’m sorry.”

Max smiles gently before pressing another kiss to your bottom lip while tugging his pants down.

He manages to get his boxers around his knees before there’s another noise, and you audibly groan.

“Now what?” Max calls, slightly annoyed but attempting to maintain a bit of calm.

Mr. Styles lifts one shoulder in a relaxed shrug. “Just think it wouldn’t hurt to slow down.”

Max lets his head drop, chin meeting his chest as he sighs before replying, “Is that right?”

“Nobody is watching this video for you,” Mr. Styles continues. “They’re watching it for her. They want to see the way she reacts. How she feels. Your cock is nothing more than the sideshow. She…is the main event.”

There’s a weird sort of flutter in your stomach as you let your focus drift to the man near the wall. 

Max exhales beneath his breath before straightening up. “All right. Then how do you suggest we proceed?”

Not needing to be asked twice, Mr. Styles stands to his feet and saunters toward the bed. “For starters…” A hand comes out to grasp onto Max’s jaw, tugging his face to the side. “…that’s not how she likes to be kissed.”

Wincing some, Max shoots him a glare while attempting to yank himself free. “Yeah? And how would you know?”

A rather excellent question, and your breath hitches as you await the response.

Mr. Styles doesn’t even look at you as he says, “I’m her fucking partner.”

Another tense silence flitters around the room before Max is finally released.

“And let me guess…I’m touching her wrong, too?” he counters, leaning away from you as Mr. Styles straightens up.

“Yes.” A simple response but the bite behind his tone makes you shiver. 

Max scoffs to himself, head shaking with disbelief as he pulls his boxers back up. “Well, maybe it would just be easier if you did it, hm?”

“It would. But then it wouldn’t be your video, now, would it?”

“Mr. Styles,” you begin in a gentle murmur, “please…it’s fine—”

“Doesn’t look fine,” is his only retort, nodding at the gentleman still kneeling above you. “Is this what they pay you for, then? Mediocre sex and cheap camera work?”

“This is what Peach and I agreed on,” Max reminds him. “All right? This is the scene that we created—”

“Nothing about this scene was constructed for her benefit,” Mr. Styles replies. “And if you knew anything about her content, you would know that her audience likes to see her squirm.”

“Well we’re not just catering to her audience, okay? This is about my audience, too—”

“Last time I checked, her subscriber count doubled yours. The majority of viewers won’t be for you. They’ll be for her—”

“Right, and that’s why she’s the one in the frame, all right? I know what I’m fucking doing—”

“No.” Another straightforward answer, and it makes your head spin. “No, you don’t. And I don’t think that’s fair to her or her subscribers. They shouldn’t have to pay for your incompetence.”

Max looks to you. “Is he fucking serious?”

“I—” You push up onto your elbows, feeling a little exposed in your see-through garment. “Mr. Styles, I appreciate the thought. But he’s right. This was part of the plan—”

“Your plan was to fake your orgasm just so he could nut on film?” 

Both you and Max still as this reply hangs in the air.

Then, Max crawls off the mattress, and stands to his feet. “Okay, you know what? I can’t do this, I’m sorry.”

“Max…” you attempt to call, feeling rather embarrassed as he begins gathering his things. “Look, he doesn’t mean it—”

“No, I do,” Mr. Styles interjects, ignoring your peeved look of warning.

Max ignores you both.

He strides around the hotel room, throwing things into his duffel before turning the camera off and packing it up.

You attempt to shoot daggers toward your boss, a silent scold, but he simply meets your eye with relaxed indifference.

“Listen, Peach, you seem nice,” Max sighs, moving for the door with his things while shooting you a sympathetic grin. “And I appreciate you for even meeting with me. But…these things never work when the boyfriend gets involved. So, just…enjoy the room. It’s all yours for the night if you’d like it. And…I look forward to maybe working with you in the future.”

Your stomach drops as you nod and watch him exit the room, disappearing into the hallway until you’re left with the perpetrator.

All of fifteen minutes he’d managed to keep his mouth shut, and you huff as you sit up. “Seriously?” you mumble the moment the door is closed.

He leans back against the dresser, regarding you with ease. “That was pathetic, and you know it.”

“How? He hadn’t even done anything yet.”

“Exactly.”

You frown. “Mr. Styles, I really appreciate all of your help. But you were the one that told me this would be good for my account.”

“And it could have been. Just not with him.”

“What was so wrong with him?”

“He wasn’t doing it right.”

“Why? Just because he wasn’t doing it like you?”

“If he’s not doing it the way I would have, he’s doing it wrong.”

Your lips part but you find yourself without a response. After all, what exactly does he expect you to say?

He sighs and crosses his arms over his chest. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. But you can do better than him. Even in porn.”

“Right,” you snort under your breath, settling against the headboard and pulling your knees to your chest. “Well…guess it doesn’t matter now. I’ll just go back to my vibrating cock. Seems to be the only thing people really like.”

You’re attempting to lighten the mood, but Mr. Styles only offers you a rather contemplative look.

“Is that right?” he calls.

You suck in a quiet inhale and nod once. “Yeah. I mean, technically that wasn’t the only thing they liked, but…”

His brow raises.

You clear your throat. “You. They liked you.”

This seems to amuse him, his perfectly pink lips pulling up into a coy grin. “Me.”

“Yeah.” You glance down at your nails. “They, uh…liked your voice? And your…hands? And the way you talked? I guess? It was, um…the main feedback. They wanted to see you in more videos.”

The smug bastard is much too pleased to hear this, practically beaming as he studies you. “They did, did they?”

“Mhm.” You nod, cheeks warming. “So…you’ve got fans.”

“How nice.” He runs a hand along his jaw in thought, smile still much too wide. “And were you happy with the video?”

The million-dollar question. Truth be told, it’s the first video of yours that you’ve ever willingly watched more than once. You can still hear his instructions ring between your ears. Can feel his hands on your thighs. Can taste yourself on his fingers.

“Yes,” you reply quietly, shifting a bit in your spot. “It was…it was really good. I like how it came together.”

“You watched it?”

“…yes.”

“I thought you didn’t like to watch yourself come.”

“Yeah, well…this was different.”

His head tilts. “How so?”

You toss him a frown. He knows exactly why, and you hate his insistence on making you spell it out. “Why do you think?”

“Could be a number of reasons.”

“Except it’s not, and you know it.”

“Perhaps. But I’d like to hear you say it.”

You huff again. “I just like what we did, okay? It was a nice video, a nice scene, and a nice sound bite. Happy?”

Once again, that dark eyebrow dances up, his expression twisting into one of curious intrigue. “Sound bite?”

Shit. Your eyes flicker back down to your hands. “I mean…yeah. You do have a nice voice. Sounds…sounds great on film.”

He runs his tongue over his bottom lip. “You like listening to me talk?”

Again, you feel your pulse skip over its own rhythm as you attempt to convey nonchalance. “Sure.”

But he’s unconvinced by your casualness, pushing off the dresser to step closer to you. “Is that why you were watching the video, then? To listen to me?”

You want to respond but your whole mouth has gone numb.

“Were you using my voice to get off, Peach?” he murmurs, the scent of his cologne finally reaching you as he approaches the bed.

You don’t have to answer for him to know that he’s right. And perhaps you ought to be ashamed of such an admittance, yet…the strange darkness in his expression suggests otherwise.

“Yes,” you breathe, moving your gaze to the white button up clinging to his chest. It’s a rather sheer material, allowing you to see just a taste of his tan skin beneath, and the faint markings of ink from potential tattoos. “Couldn’t help it.”

“No?” He reaches the side of the mattress where you reside, sitting near your feet as he watches you. “Just had to listen to me while you touched yourself, hm?”

He’s so close. So fucking close to you, and the adrenaline you felt that day in your bedroom triples until you feel a bit faint.

“Yes,” you repeat, but it’s strained and airy. You don’t mean to sound so weak, but he always seems to leave you this way.

“How?” His attention to your face pulls you back. “How did you touch yourself? Did you do it the way you always do? Or did you do it the way I do?”

Your focus falls to your lap but he quickly takes hold of your chin to hoist your eyes back up. 

 “Peach,” he warns, “need you to tell me, yeah? Need to hear you say it.”

And you want to huff. Or scream. Or ball your hands into fists and pound on his chest in retaliation.

Instead, you whisper, “Touched myself the way you told me to.”

A look of pride flashes across his face. “Did you?”

A soft nod. “Yes. Imagined you there with me.”

He drops his attention to your lips. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” You sit up, desperate to bring yourself closer to him. Magnetized by this invisible pull. “Thought about your voice. Your hands. What you would have asked me to do. Wanted to make you proud…be good for you.”

He releases a deep breath, lashes fluttering as if working to keep his grip on his self-control. “Peach…”

“Almost called you,” you admit, fingers outstretching for his knee. “Almost asked for your business advice.”

He tightens his grip on your jaw, leg pushing into your touch.

“Watched it over and over and over.” Your palm glides up his thigh. “Thought about you through every fucking second.”

His expression grows stern as the vile language leaves your mouth, and you can see his dominant demeanor slip through the cracks.

“Just wanted to feel you, Sir,” you whimper, and his breath hitches. “Wanted your cock. Not the toy. Not his. Just you.”

It’s dizzying how quickly he manages to take hold of your hips and force you onto his lap, lacy cunt grinding against his covered bulge.

You both make a noise of approval, your forehead meeting his as you steady yourself by his shoulders.

“Is that right?” he finally speaks, but it’s coarse like gravel.

“Yes.” Your nails dig into his jacket. “It’s not the same when it’s just me.”

“No,” he agrees instantly. “No, how can it be? Such a pretty little thing doesn’t know what she’s doing. Needs someone to do it for her.”

You’re tugging on your lip to cover a whine, nodding quickly in agreement.

“Needs someone to take care of her, yeah?” His nose nudges into yours, taunting you with a kiss that you aren’t sure he’ll actually give you. “Tell her how to make Daddy happy?”

Your thighs are dragged over his for a second time as he grinds you down, forcing another wave of pleasure to roll over you.

“Wanna make me happy, don’t you?” he asks, and it’s so cruel of him to expect your coherence in a moment like this. “Always want my approval. My permission. Wanna do anything I fucking tell you, hm?”

“Yes…yes, please—”

“Please what, hm?” A beat as he inhales you. “What do you want, honey?”

You press your chest into his, gasping when the rings in your nipples are harshly stimulated. “Want you to tell me what I want.”

And he grins like this is the best thing he’s ever heard, hands tightening around your hips rather possessively. “Think you want my cock, don’t you? Want someone to do it right.”

You do. Have never wanted anything more, and it nearly makes your stomach ache from the thought of finally having him in a way you never thought you could.

There’s a brief moment of pause, the implication of your position and request dangling in the already tense air.

His lips are so close, taunting you with a taste, and it takes everything in you not to surge forward and take him for yourself.

He shifts, cock bucking up into your cunt as you sigh again, and just when you think this is the moment the dam breaks, he says, “Did you bring your camera?”

With a racing heart, you nod quickly, glancing toward your bag in the corner of the room.

He doesn’t move, at least not for a moment, instead breathing you in as he thinks. “Where is it?”

“There,” mumble, chin jutting toward the wall.

This time, he nods, squeezing your hips once more before taking a deep inhale and moving you off his lap.

It feels like the end of the goddamn world to have him rip his body from yours, and your chest nearly caves in as you watch him move for your things.

He rummages around in the bag until he finds the camera and tripod, moving to the other side of the bed to begin setting up.

It’s a different angle than Max had picked, and something tells you this is intentional. Whether this is out of spite or because he genuinely disapproved of Max’s camerawork, you aren’t sure. 

You study him as he straightens the device and faces the lens toward the bed. Wonder yet again who this man really is. What his motivation is. What his intentions are. You’ve seen a side of him today you weren’t sure existed and despite yourself, you’re becoming addicted to it.

But is this just a ruse? Or is this who he really is?

“Look at me,” he calls, and it’s a dark, sensual instruction. “Good girl.”

He focuses on your face, making sure everything that needs to be in the frame is, and once he’s satisfied, he straightens up.

“I’m gonna hit record,” he tells you while your heart leaps into your throat. “What you choose to do with it is up to you.”

Your lips roll into your mouth, and you scoot back into the pillows. “Okay.”

The moment the red dot begins to flash, the air in the room shifts.

Your pussy practically comes to life as he side-steps into frame, slowly pulling his suit jacket off.

“Hi, Peach,” he murmurs, and your eyes zero in on his shoulders as they’re revealed to you. “Been a while, hm?”

Exactly one week and two days.

Not that you’ve been counting.

You stay silent as he approaches, desperately enthralled by his body as more and more of it is exposed.

He tosses the covering toward the other side of the bed before flicking the first couple of buttons on his shirt open.

“Know you missed me, haven’t you?” he continues, his back to the camera as he kneels on the bed. “Needed someone to take care of you.”

Your chest rises and falls with labored, anxious breaths. It’s torture the way he slowly crawls from the end of the bed to where you wait, taking his sweet time like if you aren’t about to pass out from anticipation. 

 Glimpses of his tattoos peek from beneath the collar of the white cotton fabric, teasing you with ideas as he finally reaches your legs, forcing your attention back.

“Isn’t that right?” he asks, just loud enough for the mic to pick him up.

“Yes,” you mewl, correcting yourself when you see his stern expression. “Yes, sir.”

“I know.” His fingers curl around your ankles, tugging your thighs apart to make room for his body. “Shame you didn’t ask me sooner.”

You consider this. Consider if this is part of the scene or an actual comment from Mr. Styles himself.

Either way, it makes you pout. “Should have,” you agree. “M’sorry, sir.”

The extra helping of compliance in your tone makes his mouth dance up into a proud grin. 

He settles himself between your legs, reaching now for your wrists to bring them to his chest. “Take off my shirt.”

And it’s an instruction you don’t need to hear twice as you shoot up and begin pawing at his buttons.

Despite your shaky fingers, you manage to pull the tie over his head and free the shirt from his body, anxious to shove it down his arms until you can see his chest in full.

When you do…the world changes.

Colors are brighter, sights are sweeter, life is fuller. The body before you is that of real beauty. Sketched by the steady hand of an artist, each line, and ridge, and curve telling a story you desperately want to read.

It’s as if he were painted on a canvas and brought to life, your own work of art sitting right before you on this bed, asking you to indulge him.

Without thought, your palms sweep down his tan skin, drinking in the dips and edges that make up his torso. 

He’s strong, and warm, and effortlessly sturdy. The ink littering his collarbone is delicate yet expressive. Two sparrows on each side with a butterfly just below his sternum. 

It moves when he breathes, wings fluttering with the rhythm of his heart. You can’t tear your eyes away, and even though you feel him watching, you can’t move past this moment. Can’t fathom anything else but the divinity of the man between your thighs. 

He smiles, pushing his body into your hands before grabbing hold of your hip. “Gonna show them your little surprise?”

Your head moves up and down wordlessly as he takes hold of your lingerie set and pulls the material down.

As it falls, he scoots to the side, allowing the camera to find you as your tits are revealed to the audience.

The rings shimmer in the light flittering through the hotel curtains, the initials—his initials—like a badge of honor to claim you to the world.

“So pretty, Peach,” he tells you, not for the first time, yet it makes your ego swell the same way it had before. “Like being mine, don’t you?”

“Yes, sir,” you say without pause. “Wanna be yours. Always.”

He hums, and it’s delicious. Soft green eyes like grass on a summer day.

He kneads your breast in his palm, letting his thumb ghost over the piercing until you keen, back arching from the bed.

He makes another noise, soft but urgent, and you can see that his attempt at dragging the scene out is all for not. 

His other hand moves to your cunt, rough fingertip pressing into your clit through the lacy fabric until you’re squirming. He swallows your whispers for more, for mercy, and his brows furrow when he feels how wet you’ve become.

“Lay down,” he nearly grits, practically tugging you onto your back. “Let me see you.”

You settle into the mattress with ease, lashes fluttering when he maneuvers onto his stomach. His hands curl around your legs, forcing them further open to make room for his head as his nose brushes down the fabric on your stomach.

He’s moving for your pussy, lips sweeping across every inch of you he can reach before hovering over where your clit lies. 

His tongue comes out and presses into your cunt, despite the covering in the way, and you whine when you feel him. Warm, and wet, and pointed as the tip slides up just to tease you.

“Sir,” you gasp, but it’s his name you’re desperate to say. His real name, the beautiful H still shimmering from your chest, seeming to taunt you.

He hums, and the vibrations echo into your nerve endings, setting each sense on fire. You attempt to move away from his mouth, but his strong hold keeps you cemented to the bed and his firm expression keeps you submissive.

He creates a pattern of licking and sucking. Rhythmic yet purposeful. And the skill behind each nudge of his nose or flick of his tongue far exceeds what you expected of him. 

His nails sink into your heated skin, practically forcing you against his lips until the flesh tears, crescent-shaped indents now littering your thighs. 

And he’s so close to tasting you but not quite close enough. You’re not sure who this tortures more, but you hate the way he keeps you from what you truly want. What you need.

Your hands find his curls, sweeping through the auburn strands as he makes another noise and nuzzles into your touch.

“Please,” you whimper, and it’s a futile attempt at begging but even still, Mr. Styles seems pleased.

More than that, he seems just as unhinged as you feel, rutting into the bed beneath him as he squeezes his eyes shut.

You imagine he might come just from this little act of foreplay, spurred on by your sounds and pleas. But you need to feel him, and he needs to feel you, and there’s no goddamn way either one of you will be leaving this room until his cock has been inside your cunt.

 “Sir,” you try again, tugging on his hair until he looks up. “Please…need you to fuck me. Need it, please—”

He shoots you a displeased sneer, palm slapping into your thigh as punishment for the choice in language.

But you don’t care. Not when he’s this close to conceding, and you know it’s hurting him just as much as it’s hurting you.

 Despite his disapproval, he sits up and begins tugging on his belt, yanking it through the loops before ripping the zipper down.

Your greedy hands reach for him, trailing across his large arms and broad shoulders. Fumbling with his pants in an effort to push them down his legs. Slipping into his briefs just so you can get the faintest feel of his cock.

He’s outrageously hard, already leaking when you find him, and despite his conviction, he bucks into your palm.

The slight twitch makes your head spin, and you whine as you scoot closer.

“Please, please, please,” you beg breathlessly, legs spreading once more as he pulls himself free. 

The cool air sends a wave of goosebumps from your neck to your toes, but it’s the sight of him in his own hand that really does it.

Pumping himself with delicate precision, he hisses between clenched teeth, “S’this what you want, Peach? Want Daddy’s cock?”

The voice inside your head is screaming but your mouth merely mumbles, “So bad, sir. Need you to make it better.”

He pushes on your leg, cementing it to the mattress while his other fingers hook onto your outfit to pull it away from your dripping pussy.

He seems mesmerized by the way your body reacts to him, and you have to wonder why he’s so surprised. You imagine it should be obvious the effect he has on you, yet the fascination in his eye leads you to believe he never considered this to be a possibility. 

“My perfect peach,” he whispers, letting his finger drag through you. You jolt, moaning deep within the back of your throat as he brings his cock closer. “Gonna feel so fucking good for me, aren’t you? Can already tell. Gonna be my good girl.”

He spreads you, studying your pussy with fascination. Allowing his touch to move up and down your soaked folds while he plays with you. As though you’re a toy, meant only for his amusement. 

And he’s so wonderstruck as he moves your arousal around, letting it web between his fingers before teasing your hole.

One digit is sweet, but two is ecstasy. Reminding you of just how empty you really are. How badly you need him. All of him.

He works himself in and out for at least two minutes, just to see you stretch for him. And the way he watches you makes your ears ring, your cheeks growing hot.

He could keep you here forever, you imagine. Could make you come from this alone, and you have half a mind to let him.

But you enjoy the feeling of his fingers curling inside your soft walls. Enjoy the way he strokes you, pets you, presses into you. You want to kiss his hand for being so wonderful. For being so generous, and maybe you want to kiss him, too.

The faster his fingers move, the harder you sink. Your muscles dissolve into jelly, and you nearly disappear through the bed when he places a knee onto your thigh.

He’s using his weight to trap you, keep you pliable, keep you submissive. And it works because you don’t consider doing anything else as he finally removes his hand and lines himself up.

“Breathe,” he orders, taking hold of your hip to steady you and angle you up. “Easy, honey. Gotta open you up for me, yeah?”

He pushes in slowly, inching forward with great restraint as your walls stretch around him, mold to him, invite him in. You’ve gone quiet, jaw dropped open in an empty, soundless pant. But he knows what this means, and the bastard smirks as he continues.

Halfway in, and your cunt has latched onto him. Squeezing him so tight, you can see the torture of it on his face. He’s trying to take it easy, be gentle. Make this at least somewhat pleasurable for you but he’s only a man. An older gentleman at that, and it seems as though he wasn’t expecting to lose himself so fast.

“More,” you mewl, wiggling down. “More, sir, please….please, just…go.”

You greedily reach for his shoulders, his neck, his hair. Wanting to wrap your arms and legs around his body and hold him inside of you until this ache goes away.

And he seems to want this, too, driving in a bit faster than before as if to satiate you.

“M’almost there, Peach, be patient,” he scolds, but you can tell the threat is empty. “Gotta make this pretty pussy mine, yeah? Gotta show you what a real cock feels like.”

And maybe his cock isn’t purple, and maybe it doesn’t vibrate, but my god does it scratch that itch. Reaches places inside of you that a silicone one never could and it’s his. The only thing that really matters.

He smells like money and expensive aftershave. Addicting in every sense of the word, and you whine again when he stills.

“Easy,” he warns, attempting to shoot you a stern look, but it dissipates when he sees how ruined you are. “Be good, my love, come on.”

And this nickname makes your heart burst as you whimper and melt into the silk sheets.

He’s almost there, maybe an inch or two from being completely sheathed within your cunt. But he throws all decorum to the side when he decides to ram himself forward, filling you to the hilt as his lips suddenly crash into yours.

The kiss is salty yet oddly sweet. His tongue has traces of you, but it also tastes like him, and both of you together is something you couldn’t have anticipated. 

It’s a messy connection, wet and a bit uncoordinated for only a moment before he figures out a rhythm he likes. 

You scratch down his scalp almost as if to discourage him from leaving you, moaning while your body works to accommodate his size. 

He doesn’t move. Doesn’t attempt to pull back before you’re ready, and you’re grateful for this courtesy in a moment so heated. You aren’t sure if you’re in control of your own mind anymore, but you enjoy following his lead.

You always have.

When he nips at your bottom lip, you’re reminded of how bad you need him. Need that release, and you slip your free leg around his bare hip. “Please,” you whisper, nose nudging into his cheek. “Please, Daddy.”

He groans at the nickname, forehead dropping to your shoulder as he eases back, just gentle enough to torture you.

And so begins the languid but deviously hard pace. A cadenced set of thrusts so deliciously slow, it makes your lungs ache. 

Each pull out and push in seems to rip you in half, introducing you to the kind of pleasure you’d only ever heard about.

It feels as though this is what has always been missing from your life. This kind of sex, this kind of understanding, this kind of prowess. 

And maybe it’s just his cock, or maybe it’s him, but it doesn’t matter because you’ll take it. Take anything this man offers you, and you’ll thank him for it.

Perhaps a rather uncouth thought, but you’ll correct yourself tomorrow. 

Today, you’re his. 

“Taking me so well, Peach,” he grunts, hips knocking into yours as he slips an arm beneath your waist. “Look at you, honey. So fucking wet, you hear that? Hear the way you sound for me?”

And you do. How could you not? It echoes around the room, bounces between the walls, and fills your ears like a harmony. 

You imagine this might be your favorite part. Listening to the way your body has welcomed him in. You can feel it dripping down to your ass, can see it on his skin, can practically taste it still on his tongue.

Your back arches, chest knocking into his, and the brush of the rings makes you writhe. A squirmy movement that benefits you both as he growls beneath a strained breath and drives in at a harder pace.

“Bet it feels good, yeah?” He captures your mouth with his. “Bet it’s so fucking good. Bet you’ve never had someone fuck you like this, have you?”

With a fervent shake of your head, you wrap your arms around his neck and move to kiss down his jaw. “No, Daddy.”

The arm beneath you coils a bit tighter. “I can tell. This poor, pretty pussy just doesn’t know what to do, hm? Can’t do anything but take it.”

Sweat trickles between your bodies, and it’s salty on your taste buds as you lick the spot below his ear. 

You almost swear you hear him purr from the feel of your lips, and it makes your heart soar to know he’s so enamored.

“Show them,” he seethes, the blades of his shoulders rippling beneath your hands. “Show them how good it feels to be fucked right.”

Your head drops back, heavy from the weight of your lust before you manage to look toward the camera.

Already you can see the influx of comments about the man between your legs. Praising him, idolizing him, thirsting after him.

And with your eyes on the lens, you lift your mouth to his, sucking on his tongue with great purpose as you remind the audience who he really belongs to.

After all, his initials are emblazoned across your chest. His mark, his claim, his property.

Whether or not that follows you both outside of this room doesn’t matter. Right now, right here, in this moment…he is yours.

His hips snap forward and he’s losing the battle fast, unable to keep himself from fucking into you with a fervent need for release.

But you certainly don’t mind because the angrier he gets, the harder he goes…the more infatuated you become. 

And he’s hitting that spot over and over and over. Like it’s his job, like he always knew where to find it, how to please you. Stars scatter behind your eyelids and you’re drenching his cock and the sheets and his fingers the moment they attach to your clit.

The room fills with sex and whimpers and determined thrusts that have the bed shaking. Nothing else exists but this. Just this. Just him.

“Come on,” he breathes, pinching you between his fingers, tweaking the sensitive nerves until you nearly scream. “Come on, Peach. Let go for Daddy. Let me feel you come on my cock.”

“Please,” you cry because it’s far too overstimulating for you to think straight. It almost hurts, and you writhe beneath his hand. “Please, can’t—”

“But you will,” he tuts, thumb pressing into your clit as though punishing it. “You will because you’re my good girl. Aren’t you? Do exactly what I say, don’t you?”

Your head rolls back into the pillows, spine arching as you whisper, “Yes, sir.”

“Good.” He removes his arm from under your waist so he can go back up to your chest, pulling on your tit until tears actually gather in your lashes. “Go on, then. Fucking give it to me.”

You can feel the cool brush of his rings against your skin, but the moment you look down at his hands, it hits you.

Unraveling faster than you ever have, you clench around him, and finally release that scream. It’s the strongest one you believe you’ve ever experienced, and it seems to last an eternity as he continues fucking into you. 

Then, his hand is on your jaw, tugging something fierce until your eyes meet.

“Look at me,” he whispers, knee still digging into your thigh as his weight keeps you caught in the pleasure. “Look at me, honey. Let me see you come.”

Tears fall from your cheeks and into his hands, almost burning your skin as you shudder around his cock.

You can see the repercussions of it on his face. Can see how connected you two have become in this singular moment.

He’s seconds away from following, and just when you begin to revel in the thought of feeling him fill you…he pulls out.

Straightening up, he takes his cock in his hand, and with a quick, firm pump, he comes all over your tits.

Nothing will ever be able to describe the wave of adoration you feel as you watch him release himself. The knitting of his eyebrows together in pure, unadulterated bliss or the flush in his cheeks as he groans.

His lips are so very pink and swollen, and the expression on his face, like something out of a museum. Structured and beautiful and the perfect showcase of exactly how good he feels right now.

And you watch as the nipple rings—his initials—are drenched in the sticky substance. It looks like art, painted across your chest in featherlike strokes. 

The camera catches everything, allowing the audience the best view of his contribution. You imagine it’ll be something you’ll rewatch for years to come. A screenshot engraved in your mind for the rest of time.

You hum contently, eyelids growing heavy as you admire his work, and just when you think the moment is dwindling down, he dips down.

His tongue swipes over your breast, collecting himself on his lips as you groan and push up into his mouth.

He makes a noise himself, both hands gluing to your ribcage as he pulls you closer and keeps you still.

He licks at you like you’re a popsicle on a hot day, smearing his come over your skin, your lingerie set, and his chin. 

“So good, Peach,” he murmurs between sucking your nipple into his mouth. “Could fucking stay here all day.”

Once again, your fingers brush through his curls, lazily this time. Almost as if trying to relax him. Thank him.

“Please do,” you whisper, almost as if to yourself, but the softening of his expression tells you he heard.

With one final kiss to your tit, he moves back up and takes hold of your jaw.

His fingers press into your cheeks, right beside your lips as a silent instruction for you to open. 

You do, immediately sticking out your tongue for his offering as he leans down.

The spit and come dribble down deliciously slow but the moment they make contact, you whimper.

He keeps his hold on your face, watching as it sits in your mouth, seeming to enjoy the sight of your full submission. 

Then, he squeezes. “Swallow.”

You do, quite greedily, and the second it’s down your throat, he’s kissing you again.

And it’s different this time because he’s no longer inside of you. No longer fucking you or showing off for the camera.

He’s kissing you just to kiss you and it makes your head spin as you disappear into his unspoken display of affection.

“My sweet girl,” he says against your lips, and it makes you smile. “Sweet like a peach, hm?”

You giggle into his cheek, nuzzling into him as though his touch is the only thing that can save you. 

And maybe it is.

“Thank you,” you finally say, nipping at his earlobe until he smirks.

“For what?”

“I don’t know. Fucking me?”

He laughs as he smooths his palm down your side, drinking in your feverish body as the camera watches.

“Just trying to be a good business partner,” he retorts, and it makes your stomach flutter.

You lean back to meet his eye, already feeling sheepish. “Mr. Styles?”

“Hm?” His focus drifts to your forehead as he absentmindedly brushes back your hair. 

“I wouldn’t be…opposed to doing that again,” you admit with a sheepish grin.

And for a moment, he’s amused, staring at you with a look you aren’t sure you recognize but absolutely adore. 

Then, his smile falls, and a frown settles over his face. A sad kind of expression that changes the afternoon on a dime.

Suddenly, he’s sitting up and scooting back, tucking himself into his pants before snatching his shirt from the bed.

You watch, confused and a little unsure as he begins packing his things in the same way Max had. 

“I’m…I’m sorry, did I say something wrong?” you venture timidly, arms crossing over your chest in an attempt at covering. 

He doesn’t reply. He simply turns off the camera and redoes his belt, eyes trained everywhere but you.

“I was just…I was kidding. We don’t have to do that again, I just…I thought—”

“It’s fine.” His tone is clipped. Short and straight to the point. He sounds the way he always does yet it makes your heart sink.

“I didn’t mean to upset you,” you try again, but his head merely shakes.

“You didn’t.” Another vague and frustrating answer. “I just have somewhere I need to be.”

However, you know his schedule inside and out, personal and professional, and you know that he specifically kept today wide open.

Still, he pulls on his jacket and runs a hand through his hair, attention drifting toward the door. Eyeing his escape.

You bite back a sigh. “Uh…okay, well, thank you. Again. For your help.”

He nods, finally glancing over. But he’s not looking at you the way he was before. Now, it’s hollow. Void of any understanding and care. “I told you I’d help, and I meant it.”

“Right.” And now he’s done. “Sure, yeah. Okay. So I’ll…see you Monday?”

Another nod, this time quiet. You can see that he’d like to add something else, but his lips purse together, keeping his secrets locked away.

“Monday,” he finally repeats, moving for the exit. “I expect you to be on time.”

You stare at his back as he opens the door, silently pleading with him to turn around. To look at you one last time. Not leave like this.

He hesitates, hand gripping the handle, knuckles going white. He’s halfway into the hallway and your breath hitches.

Then, he disappears through the frame.

And the door slams shut. 

ONE MORE PART, I WILL BE SOBBING TBH

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~ Five to Go Live*

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~ Three to Make Ready*

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[screampied]

{nsfw warning}

okay but like…. could you would you write teacher x student nanami where you would keep teasing him and obviously, because he has a lot of self control he wouldn’t break, he’d gently push off your teasing and wandering hand when he’s trying to explain to you a question………… but then he burns for you secretly he wants you so bad and he can’t have you and then one day you come to class with a slutty and revealing outfit and that’s just the last straw for him…………… he def gives you want you want then 🌚

okay but real talk if you’re not comfortable with writing that like for example just professor x student that would also be completely fine i just want you to know i love love love ur writing sm <3 one of my favorite writers fr i check your blog everyday 🫶 thank you for feeding us with content mama

❤︎ ໋𓈒 having professor nanami teach you another method

warnings. fem! reader, reader's in university, dumbification, spanks, sir kink, brat reader, dirty talk, creampie. mdni.

an. thank u thank u eee !! 💟

“you can’t keep coming in here like this and expect me not to say anything,” your professor murmurs, and he’s leaning over you. you’re doing a failing attempt to copy some notes he had displayed for you on the board. he smelled so good, such a loud rousing scent that never failed to make you dizzy. he always does that thing where when he points towards a certain spot towards your paper, his arm would brush up against you. or—you’d accidentally do the same, except you always made it more obvious.

“like … what?” you’d raise your eyebrows, glancing up at nanami and he had the more stern yet relaxed look. it took everything in him to not let his eyes roam, your outfit.

he clicks his tongue in sheer annoyance, as always you were testing his patience. he told you to stay after because you weren’t exactly getting good marks. “nevermind,” he grumbles, and your eyes linger towards his neat matching black tie. “as i was saying before, for this particular method you have to—”

nanami desists with his words the moment you sit up, and you intentionally press against him. against there. “oops,” you giggle, and his jaw tightens.

staring down to see the thin fabric of your skirt raise up just a bit. you prod against the buckle of his belt. then you gasp once nanami brings a hand towards your waist. “oh. what—are you gonna spank me, professor?”

“you’d probably enjoy that,” he murmurs, and you’re just dumbly bent over his desk—you smother your glossed lips together before feeling him softly brush a thumb against your hip. “do you just choose not to listen? this course isn’t even that relatively hard.”

“i just don’t understand,” you hum, wittingly playing coy. as you sat against the wooden desk, he’s right behind you and the way he has you bent over for him — it was so lewd. nanami was a few inches taller than you, so he just stared over you as you faced front. “besides, your method is kind of.. old school.”

“…old school.” he repeats in a scoff.

a snicker slips past your lips before you gasp, feeling a tug at your skin. and that’s when you feel the soft linen of his tie wrap around your wrists softly, creating a soft neat knot. “fine, you wanna understand easier, bend over and keep your eyes on the paper then.”

“yes sirrr.” you’d sing, not taking him seriously at all. nanami was nice, which was rare out of your other professors. yet you pushed his limits everytime, and little did you know. his entire cordial persona was gonna change.

just a little bit…

nanami traced his fingers against your skin, your skimpy fishnets — as you pressed right into him, your ass prods against his bulge. you let off a soft moan as he gently caresses your ass, lifting up your skirt that was just barely shielding your rear.

“you know this kind of attire isn’t allowed but you wear it anyway,” he breathes, and he’s so gentle. you felt the soft grip of his tie going around your wrist before he shuffles in his pants a bit. “i hear you laughing. what’s so funny? enlighten me.”

“nothing, kent—.”

an abrupt slap to your ass cuts you off and you let off a soft whine.

“s-sir.” you corrected yourself, and you throbbed at how sudden his mood changed. you wanted more of him, being bent over his desk did something to you.

nanami lets off a grunt the moment he starts to gradually work his way inside of you—your panties stuck against your thighs, just barely pulled down, and you moan once he starts to sink his thick cock into you.

“f-fuck, already soaked for me,” and then he lightly pushes you further against the desk. your chest bumps against the edge with the many scattered papers. “do you touch yourself during my lectures? be honest.”

you swallow, feeling him reach deep and you find it hard to formulate words due to your whining. his dick was so fat, stretching you, wearing you thin. “…yeah,” you utter. “that’s why i asked for you to c-change my seat to sit up front so you could get a better view.”

nanami’s breath hitch before he sibilates. “such a nasty girl. knew you’d say something like that.”

he felt your slick wetness cling against him, you’re so wet it makes him kiss his teeth—you moan, feeling his hips continue to rub against you. being fucked against the desk, the creaking of the wood was so loud, it was screeching. amongst that, the only noises that could be heard in the office was you, the constant skin slapping, and the vents whistling in the air.

“do you—do you think about me while you’re lecturing?” you hide back a moan, back perfectly arched. you were genuinely curious, and a soft smile goes against his lips as he keeps your hips steady. “i see you staring at me sometimes.”

“just one time,” he replies, and his voice was so husky. nanami’s balls thwack against you, and you’re so dizzy.

you didn’t think he’d be so packed. you started to mentally drool, just envisioning the loads of cum he had stored up. the rough fabric of his black slacks — that were pulled down towards his thighs….went against you each time he pivots his hips, in and out, in and out. “i don’t know why you push me so much, sweetheart. is it attention? is that what you want?”

“y-yes,” you stammer, and his pace was balanced yet frantic. vigorous hits against your cunt, the tip just marginally kissing against your most sensitive spot and you whimpered from the stimulation. “you barely give me attention.”

he chuckles, skimming a thumb down your back before muttering. “well, yeah. i have other people to teach, not just you,” and then his voice grows soft, leaning in to kiss down your skin — he’s pressed right against your bare ass and you moan. “are you jealous? you have some nerve being jealous when you can barely even understand the curriculum.”

you’d spit something sarcastic back at him, but you were too fucked out already to comprehend. nanami hums against your neck, his buttoned up shirt tickling your back before you moan. you’re being pounded against the desk with your hands behind your back. “k-kentoo.”

“what’d i tell you about calling me that, baby?” he whispers, making you move your ass up just a bit. you arch upward and at this particular angle, hes so deep you’re about to lose it. nanami knew how you loved whenever he called you that.

‘…baby.’

running a tongue against your lips, you were panting…

loving each mean thrust he’s giving you, pumping you full of inches, and you have to remind yourself to be quiet. it’s not like the two of you are entirely secluded. there were probably people still around, then again…you kind of didn’t care.

his fingers went against your skin, softly piercing into your hips, stroking with his thumb while his hits against your cunt were the entire opposite. sloppy, sensual yet somewhat amorous.

“all this time went by and you never picked up your pen,” he grunts, continuously working himself inside. he was a perfect fit — a perfect match, nanami had you gripping against him tight. so good, he felt you pulse and clench. “dumb sloppy girl. jus’ listen how vocal you’re being down here, princess.”

you whine, biting your tongue whilst he’s buried to the hilt, breaching inside of you. his hips buck against you before your voice starts to pitch a bit higher and your legs starts to jolt in anticipation. “think.. think ‘m gonna cum sir.”

“m-me too,” he huffs, slow deep strokes to make your knees weak and buckle. nanami was so precise with his movements, he wanted to make sure you felt everything—you’re being bounced against the desk. his hips pick up just a tad bit before he presses all the way against you, balls deep. “you didn’t want my help, did you? you wanted me to help you like this?”

“yes sir,” you nod, your vision being blurred by the papers all up against you. your eyes roamed amongst the many incorrect marks nanami made, pointing your stupidity right in your face. “f-finish inside, please.. please.”

nanami’s jaw tightens at your words, you’re preparing to milk him dry — he groans, shoving your hips into him time after time. you pick up your pen, only to chew on the tip. he was so big, hefty with such a fat base. it hammers against you to where you can almost taste your incoming release on your tongue.

“fuck…you’re gonna make me dump such a big load. ‘s that what you want, dirty girl? arched all over my desk like this, so inappropriate..” he murmurs, his voice was silky, laced with a sweet tone that made you pulse.

“please, please…kento. i want to feel you. please.”

your folds were soaked, you could just imagine what it looked like. you whined out a whine from the feeling of his girth expanding throughout your clenched walls. nanami grabs onto your wrists with his tie perfectly holding against it. as you writhe in pleasure, you feel it. it’s approaching, and you feel ecstasy work its way up.

the moment you cum — nanami matches your speed, and indeed, he spills the bulkiest load into your pussy, it’s so much that your lips part. your mouth forms into a gasping expression and your ears grow hot, legs weak.

“s-so…much,” you’d whine, feeling it trickle out, many ropes of cum just emptying into you. it stuck against your thighs once he pulled out, and your professor brings a thumb towards your clit to smear it against your folds before pulling it back up for you. “thank y-you.”

“mhm,” he lowly grunts, untying your wrists with his tie while giving it a swift timing, watching it unravel. this position — it was definitely a favorite. leaned over his desk like this, you didn’t want it to end.

you let off a soft mewl, feeling yourself be coated with now cum filled panties, it’s sticky and you feel it while he readjusts your skirt. “so,” you panted, turning around to face him, a sheepish smile going against your lips. “did…did i pass?”

nanami gives you a soft three second glance before going against your ear, planting a kiss against your neck before muttering, “no, baby. you failed. but there’s always next year.”

#★vegasbaby. #nanami x reader #nanami x you #kento nanami x reader #nanami smut #nanami kento smut #nanami kento x reader #nanami x y/n #jjk smut #jjk x you #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujustsu kaisen x reader #female reader #anime smut #jjk drabbles #jjk fic

[ghost-mp4]

i don’t have a breeding kink i swear i don’t but toji begging to fuck his kids into you..

cw: subtop!toji x gn!reader ; breeding kink (no anatomy is mentioned, however he does imply pregnancy to a degree) ; begging ; bondage

the first time you're clued into toji's little thing for being ordered around, he's fucking you from behind, hands on your waist and using it as leverage, and it's really nothing out of the ordinary until you tell him not to come. then his hips stop moving and his breath is coming out in sharp huffs against the back of your neck. and he stays there until you add "not until i come first."

but the second time is different. you remembered the way he stopped everything, the way his legs shook just the tiniest amount, and you wanted to see how much you could push this. so you had him on his back, riding him like your life depends on it, and he's thrusting up into you in time with every grind of your hips. but you tell him no and he stops moving entirely, only holding onto your hips hard enough to leave bruising. he’s not pushing or moving you, either. he just lets you move as you please, growling out curses whenever you slow down.

and then you decide to escalate it. this time, you’ve convinced him to let you tie his hands and feet to the bed. just out of curiosity, you told him, i just wanna try something, so he went along with it.

once you start riding him, though he regrets ever agreeing to having his legs tied down. With where they're tied at the ankle, he can't pull his leg up to get leverage to fuck you, and he's quickly getting frustrated. but it feels good, so good, too.

until you stop.

he lets out a low groan in the back of his throat, "why the fuck did you stop?" you only hum and press a kiss to the base of his neck before placing your hands back on his chest to keep bouncing.

and you start, and you stop, and you start again, and all of it has him shaking underneath you, any bravado he had prior vanishing into thin air. all he feels is the slowed grinding of your hips against his and the white hot coil in his lower stomach.

“oh, fuck, please-“ he pulls hard at his restraints, leaving red marks underneath them. “can i come?”

“you wanna fill me up, darling?”

“yes, yes, please, want t’fuck a baby into you-“

"oh yeah?" he nods. "you gonna be good for me?" his eyebrows furrow and he groans, shuffling his hips weakly in an attempt to fuck you, and you tut. "i thought you wanted to be good and come."

"i do, i do, but-" you slow to a stop, and he jerks, letting out a sharp cry. "i'll be good, i swear, just let me fuck you."

"no." you rake your nails down his chest and he hisses, "you're going to lay back and let me ride you." you pick up the pace again. "and you come when i say you can."

and then the cycle begins all over again.

#toji x reader #toji smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk x reader #jjk smut #sub jjk #dom reader #— for the ghouls

[superiorgoobus]

Batfam as shit my friends say/do

Tim: if I was running on ice, I'd wear grippy socks

Jason: yeah it would make sense that you have grippy socks

Tim: .... fuck you

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Jason: *trying to send a text* goddamn I can't type shit, my fingers are so cold

Steph: sounds like a you problem bud

Jason: it's gonna be a you problem when I throw your ass in a snowbank

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Dick: haha that looks like a dildo

Duke: must you say that about every cylindrical rubber object you see?

Dick: yes.

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Steph: hey, did I mention I hate that guy?

Cass: only fifteen times today.

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Tim, sleep deprived: it would appear as though I have holes in my pants.

Damian: tt. those are ripped jeans. You bought them that way.

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Dick: that guys phone is really long... and thin... just like a penis...

Duke: I am going to end you.

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Harper: *at a Gotham knights game* IM BLIND! IM DEAF! I WANNA BE A REF!

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Jason: I still can't fucking type...

Steph: you know what that is?

Jason: if you say-

Steph: that's a you problem bud

Jason: every time you say that it makes me more and more pissed off.

Steph: if it makes you feel better, I once said that to a guy who said if I broke up with him he's kill himself. I also told him I didn't give a shit if he died.

Jason: that is hilarious.

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Bruce: dear god I don't want to go outside.

Clark: we're at a hockey game. You had to go outside to get here.

Bruce: well I don't want to do it again.

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Steph: I can't believe it's -25 out, and some people showed up to class wearing just sweatshirt and jeans. This is Gotham University, no one thinks you're cool, just a dumbass.

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Tim: *starts an argument with Kon over yikyak despite the fact they're sitting on the same couch*

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Steph: so then my girlfriend at the time said-

Tim: you know, I probably wouldn't have hooked up with you if I knew you were a lesbian.

Steph: ... I'm not a lesbian. I'm bisexual.

Tim: oh.

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Damian: where is my knife... I can't find my knife...

Dick: you know scissors would be way more affective for what you're trying to do, right?

Damian: yes but for aesthetic purposes I want to use a knife.

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Tim: *mixing an alcoholic drink with blue in it*

Bernard: damn, Tim trynna kill with windex over here

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Dick: I can't believe no one told me there was a new season of Letterkenny out!!!

Jason: hey guess what?

Dick: what

Jason: there's a new season of letterkenny out

Dick: fuck you

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Steph: hey, zip tie my hands so I can try to get out.

Cass: no, why would I-

Harper: oh fuck yeah

Steph: *cuts her hand trying to escape the zip ties* oh, dude, look! Now I look cool!

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Cass: *is wearing a sport bra while exercising*

Steph: Cass!!! Stop being naked every time I see you!!

Cass: ???

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Tim: *sends Bernard a Snapchat using the peach emoji filter*

Bernard: oh my god... the booty emoji...

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Kate: *has a sign on her office wall that says "all things are possible through sarcasm and profanity." *

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Tim: *snaps Steph a picture of a drink with an ingredient he's allergic to in it* the urge to drink this to see if it kills me it outrageous

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Jason: would you like a cake pop?

Damian: a cake... a what?

Jason: a cake pop?

Damian: what on earth is a cake pop?

Jason: DICK NEVER BOUGHT YOU A CAKEPOP? We are resolving this problem today. Get in the Batmobile, we're going to Starbucks and buying you a dozen cake pops.

Damian: you still haven't told me what a cake pop is.

Jason: imagine a lollipop, but cake. And spherical.

Damian: spherical cake?

Jason: yes, spherical cake.

Damian: ... how...

Jason: get your ass in the car and I'll show you how.

#dc universe #jason todd #bruce wayne #damian wayne #tim drake #cass cain #stephanie brown #harper row #dick grayson #clark kent #bernard dowd #kon el kent #conner kent #kate kane #incorrect quotes #batfam #batfam incorrect quotes #duke thomas

[legoshi-plz]

Alone At Last (Hobie Brown x Reader, Miguel O’Hara x Reader)

A/N: I know I’ve been away a long time but I just had to write this.

Summary: Miguel gets off to Hobie fucking you in a supply closet. FWB, Slight Unrequited Love, Jealousy, Explicit Smut. Reader is described as short + curvy once. Reader is plus size coded but it’s not explicitly focused on. No mention of skin color, hair or hair texture, blushing, or anything else that could exclude any race. Fem! Reader.

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You were cautiously going over the neat stack of reports left on your desk when you felt a nudge at your shoulder. Hobie was looming over you with an unreadable expression. Unreadable to everyone else, that is.

“Cmon, got something you might wanna take a look at,” Hobie’s eyes are intense as you raise from your chair.

“Aw, don’t look so grim,” he teases, slinging an arm around your neck and tugging you into his side as he leads you away, “m’not gonna hurt ya.”

And he makes good on his promise as fifteen minutes later, you’re perched on top of an old, wobbling counter in a supply closet with Hobie’s lips worshipping your neck, his fingers knuckle-deep inside of you.

“Fuck, you smell so good,” he groans, nuzzling closer against your soft skin to inhale your perfume.

You could barely concentrate on his praise with the way his thumb was working against your clit. You’re gushing around his hand, your pleasure palpable but you know Hobie won’t let you cum, at least not on his hand. He’s too obsessed with the feeling of your sweet walls choking his cock and too selfish to let you finish anywhere else.

“Cmon, stop stalling,” you whine, closing your legs slightly to slow the torture of his fingers bringing you right to the edge but not over.

“But I haven’t even gotten to the best part,” he cooed, unbuttoning the top three buttons of your blouse. You tried to lean out of his grasp but he was faster, slipping one hand under your shirt to unclasp your bra.

“Just let me see them, love, and I’ll give you what you want,” Hobie was already tugging your ample bosom free of their restraints, his tongue swirling around each erect nipple dutifully. “Fuck me, you taste just as good as you smell.”

“Hobie,” you warned, your legs wrapping around his waist to pull him closer. Your thighs were yet another weakness of his, a weakness you hoped would bring him out of his breast-induced haze and center his attention on you needing to be fucked.

“That turn you on, eh? Knowing what you do to me? Knowing that I can’t get enough of you? That you drive me mad?” Hobie groaned as he kissed a trail down your chest and tummy.

You try to ignore his sweet nothings because that’s exactly what they were, nothings. Hobie hated labels, especially labels surrounding relationships. He’s made it clear from the beginning that his attraction to you was merely physical lust and that he wasn’t looking for anything that would tie him down. You weren’t usually the type of girl to agree to such a situationship, but you had always found Hobie irresistible even as just his friend. Any resistance you tried to muster for morality’s sake died the second his lips were on your own.

Hobie finally reached his destination, his tongue lapping at your clit bringing you dangerously close. Hobie wasn’t completely selfish, he would allow you to finish on his tongue but your patience was already stretched as thin as it could go and he could tell. Releasing your sensitive nub, but not before giving it an affectionate, feather-light kiss, Hobie was unzipping his pants at last.

On the long, long list of reasons you’d wrote out to yourself when deciding on whether to continue this friends with benefits situation with Hobie, the monster in his trousers was the only one that made it to both the pro and con side respectively. On one hand, being with a guy as well endowed as him was a plus even though his attention to detail and natural affinity to his partner’s pleasure ensured that even without his god given length, he’d never disappoint. On the other hand, it was that very same endowment and raw, natural talent that made walking away that much harder. And worst of all, it began to seep into the non-sexual encounters as well. The playful way he’d manhandle you which seemed innocuous before now left your stomach fluttering. The compulsory pet-names he called everyone would start to make your ears heat instantly.

He had you completely wrapped around his finger and he couldn’t care less.

“Hey, come back to me,” Hobie said in a low voice, snapping you out of your thoughts. He was now pumping himself, his head shining with precum.

“Where’d you go just now?” He asked, dragging his swollen head along your slit to tease you once more.

“Hobieee,” you groaned, following his motion to try and create any friction you could.

“I love it when you same my name. Say it one more time, just for me, eh?” His eyes never left you as he slowly pushed himself inside of you, the stretch familiar and oh so satisfying.

“That’s my girl, say it again baby, just like that,” Hobie cooed as he leaned to pepper kisses along your jaw. You’d been so lost in the sensation of him filling you, you couldn’t even recall the embarrassing way you’d moaned his name on command.

/////

Miguel wasn’t the easiest person to work with. He knew that. His anger issues were hard to control and he always came off harsher than he meant to. Even he could recognize that he was on edge today, easily frustrated by the slightest thing.

He just needed a breather, needed to step away for a moment and clear his head. Just 5 minute of peace and quiet with no one else around to collect his thoughts.

And that was when he it.

It was faint but he knew that specific cadence anywhere, it was your voice. He followed the trail down a hallway until it became clear to his over-enhanced senses that you weren’t alone, the other voice belonging to none other than a certain Spider-Punk.

Miguel was going to turn away, find somewhere else quiet and abandoned to collect his thoughts when he heard you let out one of the most desperate moans to ever reach his ears. His entire body froze at the sound, his senses suddenly on high alert. He listened closer, his skin turned to ice at what followed. Were you... begging?

“Please Hobie please, please, please, I need you so bad, need you to fuck me harder...”

Your voice was a high-pitched whine, and there was no mystery behind what you were doing. Miguel knew he should walk away, give you the privacy you deserved. But he had tugged his cock within an inch of it’s life to the thought of your short, curvy frame more times than he could count and even in his wildest of daydreams, he couldn’t have imagined you’d sound this fucking sexy.

He looked down at the tent in his pants, the precum already starting to stain a dark spot in the light grey of his sweatpants. He listened closely, making sure no one was coming his way before shoving his hands down his pants and fisting his weeping cock.

He listened to you beg that beanpole for what Miguel would have given you without a second thought. He tried to drown out Hobie talking you through it with his nonsensical teasing and imagine his own voice in his stead. What he would say to you if he had your plush hips wrapped around his muscular frame, your nails clawing at his back while he fucked the heaven that is between your legs.

He imagined how he’d press down on your lower belly, making you feel every inch of him while he plowed into your womb. He’d growl for you to play with yourself, fondling your own tits while he drove you crazy applying pressure to your sensitive clit. He’d bring two fingers to your lips and order you to suck on them, and your muffled moans would be music to his ears while he made you cum again and again and again on his co-

Before Miguel was able to stop it, he’d spilt his seed all over his hands and stomach, a few drops sinking to the floor as well.

He caught his breath while assessing the damage he’d just done. The feeling of humiliation began to sink in as the gravity of what he’d just done was fully upon him. Thankfully, you were still getting the daylights fucked outta you, both you and Hobie none the wiser.

Miguel took off straight for the first available shower he could find, allowing the water to rush over him so that he could finally clear his thoughts as he originally planned. However the only thing running through his mind is how he’d never cum so hard or so fast in his life.

/////

Hobie helped you adjust your clothes as he always did. You suspect he gets a kick out of making you all disheveled then attempting to fix it as if nothing happened.

The two of you were walking out of the supply closet and down the corridor, careful not to look like two people who’d just been going at it like rabbits not even five minutes before. It would appear the coast was clear when Hobie froze behind you.

“What’s wron-” As you were about to turn around, Hobie wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you forward.

“Nothing, love, must be seeing things,” he smirked, wearing the same cocky grin he always wore after a romp. It made your heart skip a beat and the way his strong arms were flexing at your side wasn’t helping.

You really had to put an end to this before you found yourself falling even further for this punk.

#spiderverse #spider man: across the spider verse #atsv #miguel o'hara #hobie brown #hobie brown x reader #miguel o’hara x reader #Miguel O’Hara smut #hobie brown smut #miguel o’hara x you #hobie brown x you #hobie brown x y/n #miguel o’hara x y/n #spider man 2099 #spider punk #marvel #Miguel O’Hara x plus size reader #Hobie Brown x plus size reader #plus size reader

[ozarkthedog]

𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐬

summary: Chris eats your pussy before he leaves for the mtv awards show.

warnings: pussy eating. a few spanks. dirty talk. my silly sense of humor. no beta. Chris Evans with a graying beard and looking like this ☝️

word count: 1,222

author’s note: this is my interpretation of why he came dressed like he did that night 😏

☽ 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭 ♁ 𝐎𝐳𝐳𝐢𝐞'𝐬 𝐋𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 ☾

“Really, Babe?” Chris says bemusedly as you step into the bedroom. “You’re makin’ it really fuckin’ hard to leave.” 

His eyes travel over your towel-clad form, fresh and dewy from the shower you just took. Swirls of steam follow close behind as you walk into the room and go about your post-shower routine. “Oh come on, it won’t be that bad.” 

You knew how much he loathed big events. Especially after being away from them for so long. “You’ll be back home before you know it.” You offer with a sympathetic smile.

He nods with a sigh and looks over the various options his stylist picked out for the night. Chris was allowed to choose from a few select shirts but the red bomber jacket was a must. He’s wearing a classic wife-beater as he sits on the edge of the bed before leaning over to tie his white Nikes.

You eye the black trousers he donned and the wife-beater that framed his torso so delectably, that it looked like it was painted onto his body. His back muscles ripple with the tiny actions as he knots the laces.

God damn, he made the simplest outfits look sinful. 

The peak of his tattoos from under the thin white top and the gold chain that always hypnotized you whenever he fucked you from above had your heart racing. 

From the corner of his eye, he spies you staring at him. “See somethin’ you like, Sweetheart?” He croons as his salt and peppered beard curves into a sly grin. 

A soft whimper falls from your lips as you nod. 

He holds out a hand, “C’mere.” 

When he feels your palm slide over his, he simultaneously lays back and moves you so that you kneel over his face.

“Chris! You can’t be serious. You’ve got to leave soon!” You argue as he tears the towel from your body and throws it across the bed.

He doesn’t look affected by your plea as he stares up at you with playful eyes. Instead, he wraps his arms around your thighs and pulls your throbbing core close to his lips. 

He takes a deep breath and groans. “If you can’t be with me tonight, I wanna smell you while I’m gone.” 

You pester again, but cave once his searing tongue touches your cunt. His strong hold on your hips forces you to sit down completely on his silvery bearded jaw. The soft yet prickly strands make your skin pebble as your hands fall to the mattress above his head.

His deft tongue grazes your slick opening, drawing teasing circles before slowly tracing up the slice of you. He swipes at your clit with taut flicks before sucking the hardened nub into his mouth and making your channel clench around nothing. 

You fist the sheets and gasp when a curt smack lands on your ass. The shock of it forces your hips to shove against his face and grind your cunt harder onto his jaw. The two of you groan in unison and the deep vibrations from his chest add to the illicit sensation nestled in your core. 

Your arousal gets the better of you and before you can think, you weave your hands into his freshly styled locks. Chris moans into your cunt as you tug helplessly at his hair, desperate for your orgasm to tear through you. 

When the hard set gel registers in your grip, you open your eyes to the mess you’ve made of his delicate quaff.  

“Shit! Chris, I’m so sorry!” Your face swelters as you try to shift your weight off his mouth, thoroughly embarrassed by your feral actions.

“Where do you think you’re going?” He questions while locking his arms ever tighter around your thighs. 

“Chris, please, we need to stop.” You plead, shock written all over your face. “Your hair… the car will be here soon.” The tug of anxiety pulls heavy on your belly adding an extra weight of arousal even if you’re trying to stomp it out.

“You’re not leavin’ until you cum on my tongue.” He demands from beneath you with sharp eyes. 

He lands another hearty smack on your ass, “Go on, grind that pretty pussy on my beard. I wanna taste your cum before I leave.”

You don’t say no to that. 

His mouth is back on you, slotting his tongue between your inner folds and diving into the velvet warmth of you. 

He fucks his tongue into your pussy with steady drives, licking every inch he can until your hands find his hair once more and you begin to meet his thrusts. 

A ragged groan rumbles from his sternum and his nails leave indents in your skin as you writhe and rock on his face as you race to hit your peak before it’s too late.

His mustache grazes your clit with every grind onto his tongue and it sends wave after wave of unending bliss to course through you until your nerves start to sizzle. 

He pulls away for a moment, nipping at one of your outer folds when you whine. 

“Want cha’ to cream all over my face, Pretty girl. Mark me with your filthy cunt.” He orders before licking his slick stained lips. He suckles your abused, sensitive clit forcing a painful yelp from you before he shoves his tongue back in your sopping hole.

Your spine tingles with the telltale sign of an orgasm as you shove your pussy down faster onto his tongue. His fingers dig into your skin as your body begins to shake, holding you still as the rapture takes over.

Stars twinkle behind your lids as you explode around his tongue with a shout. Cream spills from your core, drowning his tongue and staining his beard. 

You catch your breath, feeling the faint traces of fervid delight leave your system as Chris kisses your soft inner thigh before his impending departure. 

A phone chimes and then begins to ring. Chris taps your hips and you flop onto the bed with an elated sigh as he drags the phone from his pocket and answers. His beard glistens with your shiny arousal as he talks to whoever was on the other end. 

“Shit, yeah, I’ll be right out.” Chris says exasperatedly into his cell before hanging up. You grasp his chin and wipe his beard clean with your discarded towel just before he’s on his feet. 

He hastily throws on a red bomber jacket, not caring about a shirt when his stops and stares at his disheveled reflection in the mirror. His hair was styled in every direction thanks to your wild fingers. 

“Oh, Fuck. My hair!” He spins on the spot, laughing nervously and you see his mind racing before you spot the NASA cap on the bedside table. 

“Here. Wear this.” You throw him the cap and he looks at you like you made the sun and stars. “Oh thank god.” He fixes the baseball cap over his messy locks with a crooked smile. 

“I’ll be in and out. No one’ll suspect a thing.” He snickers before leaving down and giving you a quick kiss. You taste yourself on his lips and notice the faint smell of your slick on his beard just as he’s running out of the room.

“Well, besides your beard smelling like pussy!”

#chris evans #chris evans x reader #chris evans x you #chris evans smut #chris evans fanfiction

[sommerregenjuniluft]

76. for bartylily/rosekillily pls<3

76. "i need you to pretend we're dating..." from this post

ahhhahaahaa heeeeeyy elio what a coincidence to see you here on this fine evening with this fine ask lets get into it ~Slug Club shenanigans

"Crouch! Crouch," comes in a hiss and Barty's lips already tug in a wide grin before there's a painful pinch on his arm and he turns to no other than Lily Evans, cheeks flushed a delightful pink, aubern hair glinting beautifully in the backdrop of the chandeliers of Slughorn's office and green eyes intense as ever.

"Well, hello my dear Lilyflower," he drawls, cocking his head and letting his posture slouch even more to get closer to her. "What can I do you f—"

Another pinch, harder this time, "Shut up." And Barty's cheeks strain. "I need you to pretend we're dating."

"Lily, love, if you'd wanted a snog you could have just asked. You know tha—"

"Never fucking mind."

"Nooo, waitwaitwait," Barty reels her back in by the crook of her elbow, then sets on his best pokerface, "Who are we scaring off?"

Lily rolls her eyes, lips falling into a pout as she warily scans the crowd, "You know who."

Barty grins, exposing sharp teeth, "Yeah but I wanna hear you say it."

"You-" Lily's nostrils flare, glaring up at Barty, then presses out a long breath that's persumably supposed to be grounding, "Well, Potter obviously."

Barty hums understandingly, "And of course you know I'm the only one in school that could meassure up to him despite being one year younger, huh? So smart and talented I could even beat an upperclassman in a fair fight."

Lily's mouth has parted halfway through Barty's monologue, the knit in her eyebrows remaining, though she doesn't say a word against the way Barty's palms are slowly settling over the width of her hips, the velvety dress indecently warm against his skin.

The ginger girl tuts, poking the tip of an index finger against the middle of Barty's chest accusingly, "First of all, I'll have you know that I could take both Potter and Black in a fight on my own if I had to, thank you very much and second," she narrows her eyes, tugging on Barty's tie, "Since when have ever had a fair duel, Mr. Fighting Dirty?"

The smirk on Barty's face turns preditory and his hands squeeze over Lily's soft waist, "Keeping tabs on me, Evans? I feel flattered. Though I suppose that's not uncommen to do with your crush—I'd be lying if I told you I was here for any other reason than you tonight."

"Hm," Lily makes skeptically, "Sweet talker."

Barty shrugs the insult away before zeroing back in on her, "So what are our parameters here?"

Lily simply raises a brow at him.

Barty rolls his eyes overly dramatic, "Merlin, Lils, do you want us to sell this or not? C'mon, sweets, work with me here. Want me to snog your face off in front of him so he'll leave you alone once and for all?"

"Wha— Barty," she exclaims, eyes blitzing and making an excited shiver roll down Barty's spine, "Are you mad?! Nobody is snogging anyone's face off here."

Barty pouts, "Worth a shot."

"Excuse m—"

"Holding hands then?" Barty intervenes, swiping his thumbs over the knobs of Lily's hipbones and watching in satisfaction as her eyelids flutter.

She licks her lips quickly, "Sure."

Barty lets his eyes sweep over the crowd as he gradually pulls Lily in. He stares at a portrait on the opposite wall when he announces, "There he is. A cheek kiss perhaps?"

"Don't test your fucking luck," Lily growls, tough she makes an effort to cross her wrists behind Barty's neck. She starts playing with the short strands at the nape of his neck, even though Potter wouldn't even be able to see that given that he's supposed to be at Lily's back.

"Or maybe a real one after all?" he muses, ducking lower.

Lily's next inhale stutters a little on the intake, her breath spilling warm and humid and smelling like grapes over Barty's mouth. "Thin fucking ice, Crouch."

Barty chuckles softly, "Good thing I'm an excellent swimmer then." And then he closes the distance.

#aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahh not proodread at all im falling alseep now tchh mimimi #bartylily #barty crouch jr #lily evans #lune’s tiny fic #lune writes

[shortcgke]

Light Yagami || Tutor

Degrading !!

1437 word count

smut level: 9/10

Light Yagami sat at home, studying and planning the new world."Wanna come over?" he asked me over face time. He was tutoring me, but I just wasn't getting it. "I'm sure it will be easier in person..."

I agreed. I arrived at his house in less than half an hour. When I saw he was home alone, my heart thumped anxiously.

"Come in, " he greeted me. I noticed he was still wearing his white school button up and tie, but some buttons were undone so that you could see his collar bone. He led me to his room and I couldn't help admiring his slim, toned back.

"Alright," he said as he shut the door, "you can take a seat at my desk."

I pulled my school books out and got situated. I felt his strong presence behind me and smelled his minty cologne. I shivered when I felt his breath upon my ear.

"Oh, I'm sorry, is it too cold?" Light chuckled, knowing that wasn't the case.

I cleared my throat and flipped to my desired page. "We left off on this page, right?"

"Yes," he said. I began working out the problem, but I got stuck on the 2nd formula. I heard a sigh in response when I asked about it.

He explained to me. I turned to face him as he talked and noticed his strong jawline and slightly teased, long hair. His Adam's apple bobbed slightly.

"Got it?" no, I was distracted by your hotness.

"I think so," I lied. When I tried to work on it, though, he saw I was struggling.

"Let me help," he whispered. His hands grazed over mine as he took my pencil and began working out the problem. His defined hands wrote quickly and in no time was he done.

He dropped the pencil and I looked up at him in awe."See? That easy."

I blushed as his dark eyes met mine. "You can't be that dumb, can you?"

I was taken aback by his words. He spun my chair around to face him, and kneeled.

"W-what?" I asked.

"I have an idea," he said, reaching up to twirl a strand of my hair.

"How about for every question you get wrong, you take a piece of clothing off?"

My cheeks burned a bright red. "We- That's not what we're supposed to be doing, "

"Shy, huh? That's okay; I'll help you out." He grabbed the paper I was working on and clicked his tongue.

"Looks like your shirt has to go. Here, I'll even do the same."

My eyes widened as his hands creeped towards my chest. "Don't tell me you don't want it..?" He pulled off his tie and unbuttoned the rest of his shirt. A thin, toned chest was revealed. Just as his hand met the collar of my blouse, it was retracted.

"N-no... I want it."

I grabbed his hand and held it to my breast. He lifted my chin to meet his eyes and laughed. "You're pathetic." His lips met mine and they tugged back and forth, like chewing the same piece of bubblegum. His hand held my jaw, guiding it as our lips danced in lust. This kiss got hotter and deeper, and warm sensations spread through both of our bodies.

I was kissing Light Yagami. Oh my God... I was kissing the hottest boy in school.

He pulled away, a thin rope of saliva still attaching us. His skilled hands quickly unbuttoned my shirt. I pulled it off as he pressed his lips against mine once more.

Light pulled me onto his lap and backed up onto the bed. I postitioned myself on his lap, grinding as I twisted my hands through his dark hair. He ran his fingers up my sides, igniting shivers throughout my body. Light pulled me closer, hugging my waist, and kissing harder. I rolled my hips over his groin, feeling the bulge grow larger underneath me despite fabric separating us. He sighed and grabbed my hair, pulling our lips apart.

"If you're so hungry, get on your fucking knees." I pulled off of him with a quiet "Okay". I sat on the floor and unbuckled his pants, sliding them off. His boxers remained, hugging a warm bulge. I grazed my fingers over them in disbelief. He really was perfect. He exhaled. "Dont tease me, Y/n."

I extracted his warm cock and pulled it towards my lips. I gingerly licked the tip and he sighed, reaching to grab my hair. He pulled it away from my face as I began to swirl my tongue around the head. My tongue slowly drifted around his shaft, up and down, and he groaned. "Take it in, slut." I smiled and held his shaft, slowly sliding up and down. I then opened wide and slid it inside my mouth, bathing his hard member in saliva. My tongue wrapped around him as I bobbed up and down, taking it all in. He groaned my name, pushing my head down more, until I was swallowing every bit of him. I was draining the exotic juices from Light Yagami. Sweet, savory. I kept sucking, aiming to see his eyes close in pleasure. Finally I pulled off, gasping for air. Thick saliva hung from my tongue mixed with his taste.

"Come here, slut," he demanded. I walked over and he gazed at me with lust. His cat eyes burned with hunger. In one swift movement, my bra was undone and it fell to the floor. He grabbed my waist and pulled me closer to him. The kiss was hot and demanding, and he kissed his way down my neck. Dark marks were sure to be found. His soft lips grazed my collarbones. I moaned his name and laid down on his bed. He positioned himself over me, kissing his way down my body. I palmed at his warm dick, throbbing to be inside of me. A warm substance pooled in my panties. As he caressed my breast, I felt my insides burn with lust. He continued to grow under me, and I moaned in anticipation. "Light, I need you."

He whispered in my ear "Open your fucking legs." My cheeks turned red and I obeyed. He slid my pink satin underwear off and a shiny, clean shaven pussy awaited. He rolled my skirt up and I closed my eyes, drawing in a breath. He was all I needed and I could hardly bare it anymore. he positioned his cock at my pussy lips. He stayed for a minute, sliding up and down the entrance. "I want you to beg for me," he whispered. I squeezed my eyes shut then looked aside, cheeks glowing red. He positioned it on my clit. "Beg for me, slut."

"I need you, Light. Fill me with your cum." He laughed and said, "good girl". He entered my tight walls, sliding into a warm, wet pocket. I felt his warm presence inside of me, filling up my desire. He slid in and out, and I whimpered, my innocence stripped away as he thrusted harder and deeper. My pussy walls gripped his member, mixing our wet fluids together, igniting pure pleasure. He grabbed my tits, fucking harder and deeper each thrust. I moaned his name. His cock was hitting every inch of me and yet I still craved more. He pulled out and I gasped.

"Turn around," he ordered. I flipped and felt his lustful gaze. He slapped my ass and muttered a curse word. He slid in from behind, my pussy gripping him in different ways. I moaned as he entered and began thrusting in and out, slapping my ass. "Fuck me harder." He slid in and out until we couldn't bare it.

Light flipped me over to a missionary position again. He thrusted in while sucking on the sweet spot on my neck. My nails scratched at his back, the feeling too much to resist. Lights small breaths hit my ear, and the sensation was heavenly. Finally I moaned and my walls clenched, gripping his hot cock as his thrusts got sloppy. "Fuck, im cumming." He breathed, thrusting himself all the way into me and hitting the spot that could never be reached on my own. I felt him twitch as cum was ejected into my cervix. I felt him fill me up, and I moaned his name one last time. He pulled out to let the hot, creamy mixture slide out of my hot cunt.

"I hope you learned a thing or two."

#light yagami #light yagami smut #death note smut #death note #death note ff #light yagami ff

[clovcherry]

SHU FOR THE STARS!!!! [1]

pairing: shu yamino x f!reader

t/w: inappropriate language, drunk dude tries to hit up reader, attempted physical assault against the reader, strangers to lovers au, slowburn, fluff at the end!

a/n: its a series guys 😎

"what's up sweet cheeks?" a young man who seemed to be in his late 20s, wearing a suit that was seemingly unkempt, his tie was barely hanging onto his neck. his flushed face wore a shameless smile, probably proud of the fact that he stumbled upon a young woman.

the pungent scent of alcohol reeked your senses. the night was near dead silent, the sound of the wind breezes through the night sky. the stars that twinkled in the moonlight stood in all its glory. it would've been a peaceful night stroll if it wasn't for this drunkard.

"you're blocking my way," you spoke through gritted teeth, feeling the anger starting to rise inside of you.

it didn't help that the park was pretty much empty, it was void of people. you were starting to regret going on a stroll at 1 am in the morning.

"don't be like that princess, I just wanna help you out," the man slurred his words, clearly out of it.

"i'm not interested," your patience were running thin, with your hand gripping tightly on your phone, ready to use it was a weapon if he were to get physical.

he let out a nasty chuckle. of course he would laugh, what else would anyone expect from a completely drunk man thinking he could just try to hit on a random girl at midnight.

seeing as speaking to this guy was getting you no where, you decided it was for the best if you would just turn around and leave. you couldn't help but to feel fearful, you didn't want this drunk stranger to know where you live. not only would it leave you paranoid it would kill you will to even go out.

you spun on your heel, turning away from the man. before you could even take a step, you felt your wrist being pulled on.

"you think you can just walk away from me, you bitch," he hissed, fingers tightening around your poor wrist. you turned to him, frustration tugged what was the remaining of your logical thoughts. you saw red. you were holding back all your negative emotions from your horrible day, to being unable to sleep at night and then finally meeting some drunk bastard at 1 am when you just wanted to go on a relaxing walk.

"who the fuck do you think you're talking to?" you raised up your free hand, with one swift movement, you slapped him across his face with the pent up anger you had boiling inside of you.

your slap left his face facing downwards his right. creepily, he slowly turned to face you. you backed off a few steps, heart pounding against your chest as the look that he gave you would probably be engraved in your mind for the rest of your life.

"the fuck do ya think you're doing, you fucking whore!"

the loud stomping of his feet, you knew what was coming. you froze in fear, your mind was spinning, it was telling you to move, to run. but your body betrayed you, you were paralysed by the fear. it had then dawned on you that if anything were to happen, your last moments would be with this sick man. it shook you to your core.

he raised his balled up fist, the shock finally brought you back. you were out of options, you shut your eyes, raising your arm to block your face. bracing for the impact. it was all you could do not in this situation, or at least it was all you could think of.

"w-who the hell are you?!" the drunkard yelled out.

confusion flooded your mind. slowly, you opened your eyes, lowering your arms that were once covering your face.

what stood before you was another man dressed in the weirdest clothing, probably something you'd only ever see in some crazy anime. but you had to give it to him, he had a ripped back and don't even get me started on his arms. the tall man held the drunkard's wrist in his arm, a sly smirk plastered across his face.

"fuck off you-" his voice was cut off.

as if he casted a spell, the man who was once harassing you had completely vanished into thin air. you let out a loud gasp, unsure whether to feel thankful for what just occurred or afraid of what's was to come next.

with widened eyes, you looked around with much concern filling your heart. it would thaw at your heart if you were the cause of someone's death.

"don't worry, it was harmless," the mysterious stranger turned towards you. you stood dumbfounded by his enchanting visuals. something about his electric violet eyes that stared into yours, the exotic clothes that he adorned made him even more mesmerising.

"are you okay?" he asked, handing you a bottle of water as the two of you sat on a bench. you shot him a weak smile, mumbling a thank you before grabbing the bottle from his hand.

you both sat in silence for a moment.

"what did you do to him?" your voice a little strained from the traumatising events from earlier.

"just a little sorcery."

you looked over at the stranger, a smile still sat on his lips as he sat calmly beside you.

"thanks for helping me.." you trailed off for a moment, contemplating whether to pop the question or not. "who are you?" finally deciding to ask him the real question, he turned to you with a surprised expression on his face before it switched to a smile once again.

the two of you exchanged names, learning that shu yamino was his name, you laughed a little thinking that this was all a dream.

"so you're a sorcerer?"

"I hardly even know her!" shu chuckled at his own joke, you let out a giggle of your own, already taking quite a liking to his humorous personality.

"I'm probably dreaming huh, but for a dream it was pretty traumatising," you joked, shu stared at you for a moment before lifting his arm up and pinching himself.

he let out a yelp from the pain, "I don't think we're dreaming," his laughter that rang in your ears which built a warm fuzzy feeling in your heart.

once again, silence filled the air. shu glanced at you, watching as you stared into the starry sky. almost as if there was a twinkling in your eyes, he smiled. your lips curled upwards, turning towards the sorcerer.

"it's getting late," you got up.

shu stood up as well, "let me walk you home?"

"sure."

#luxiem x reader #shu yamino x reader #luxiem #nijisanji x reader #shuyamino #shu yamino

[woobly]

MY FIRST AND LAST . . . 이주연 !

PAIRING. secretary! juyeon x gn! reader GENRE. fluff, ceo ish au, implied childhood friends to lovers WARNINGS. none, kinda corny but when was i never WORD COUNT. 1k words

𓂋˚˖ A/N. for @svhnflwr’s next steps collab! the prompt i chose is being their plus one at an event. pls do check out the works by the other writers in the collab! i tried to make this follow the theme but my dumb ass matched it w/ a conflicting genre so i hope it still works 😭

“AND SHE STEPPED ON THE BALL!”

“I did not!”

“Yes, you did!”

You chuckled as you stretched your cheeks into your nth smile of the night.

“They’re not going to stop bickering, are they,” you whispered as you tilted your body sideways, closer to Juyeon, who was seated to your right on the banquet table.

“No, I don’t think so, Ma’am,” he chuckled.

You turned your head slowly towards him, who was still watching your father’s friends tease each other. This wasn't the first time he addressed you formally in a place where he didn't have to. “Ju,”

Ripping his eyes off the other guests, he returned your gaze and took your hand from under the table. “Sorry. Old habits,” he smiled shyly, causing you to smile as well. 

With your other arm, you straightened your back a little to place your elbow upright on the table and your chin on your open hand. “Old habits? Wouldn’t that refer to all those nicknames you called me back in high school?”

He pressed his lips into a thin line and squinted his eyes while looking upwards as if he was thinking. “Technically, we’re at work, so I can’t just do that,”

“But this is a Christmas party,”

“A formal Christmas party for your father’s company that he is also hosting. The first one, might I add,” he corrected you.

You give up, sighing and pouting as you lightly squeeze his hand. Feeling the lack of sleep begin to sink in your body, you yawn as you turn your head so that your left ear is on your palm.

“Did you not sleep well last night?” Juyeon asked, voice laced with concern, as he rubbed the back of your hand with his thumb.

“After you fell asleep first on FaceTime, I stayed up for maybe another hour, so yeah, I slept well. For about three hours,” When you hear him sigh, you lightly chuckle and give him a lazy smile.

“We can leave right now. Only the dancing is left anyway, and I’m sure your father won’t mind,”

“Everyone’s still here, and you already want to leave?” He squeezes your hand and looks at you with a face that says ‘you know what I mean’. You chuckle again, quickly gracing your eyes over his suit and tie that accentuates his shoulders well. “Not when I put effort into picking a tux and styling your hair, you’re not,”

“I think I’ve had this on long enough,”

“No, I wanna see you like this longer,” you pouted, making him chuckle and look away. Even if you two have been friends ever since who knows when, things like still make him flustered, especially because it’s you.

Yawning once again, you slightly turned your body towards Juyeon and placed your arm on the table so that you could put your head on it like a pillow. Watching you get more comfortable in your new position, Juyeon mirrors what you were doing and did the same.

As time ticked by, your eyes were finally beginning to droop even with the loud music blaring. However, before your fatigue could get the best of you, Juyeon started playing with your fingers. Eyes opening lazily, you chuckle once you see how focused he was on your numbing fingers.

“You know what, let’s dance,” you announced, slowly getting up from your seat.

“I thought you were tired,”

“Yeah, but when did we ever actually dance at a party like this? We didn’t even dance during prom ‘cause we were a bunch of awkward teenagers,”

Finally getting convinced, Juyeon stands up and drags you toward the dance floor, where majority of the attendees have gone. 

“May I have this dance?” He placed his hand out in front of you, and you take it while miserably failing to hid your growing smile. He spins you around before placing his hands on your waist, to which you place yours over his shoulders.

From an outside perspective, you looked like you were in your own little bubble as if you were the only people present in the large hall. And in some ways, things did feel like that with Juyeon. Even if you were now both working adults, looking at him brings you back to when you used to walk each other to class, both in high school and college. Looking at him makes you feel like a child again, when the two of you would spend afternoons in the playground, free of all care and worry.

But at the same time, seeing him as he is now, especially in this moment with only the fairy lights shining on his features, will always be a new experience for you.  He’s no longer just the guy who followed you around school like a cat or your secretary in your father’s company. He’s standing before you as the man who you’ve entrusted your entire heart to, which you perhaps didn’t even realize you did until only recently.

And of course, he feels the same about you. Even if he’s seen you in your most embarrassing times, he still thinks that you are the definition of beauty in human form, that when you open the dictionary and look for the word ‘beauty’, there would be a photo of you under it. Although he spent months on end debating whether he should keep his feelings to himself and simply watch you from a step away or just come out with it and hopefully be the person who holds your hand while you both grew older together, he’s extremely glad he took the leap and did it.

Because in this moment, despite the loud music and energetic crowd, you feel safe and at peace.

Or maybe it was just your exhaustion taking over your body once again as you leaned on him while swaying together slowly, not caring about the eyes looking your way.

Whatever the case, you knew that despite all this time, you’re more than happy to continue your intertwined paths full of new firsts together with Juyeon, your first and hopefully, your last as well.

© woobly, 2022. all rights reserved.

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[hellfireclub-at-thebau]

SMUT REQUEST: what if spencer had like a bad day at work and once he got home and he saw you he just cuddled up to you and softly started kissing your neck but things started to heat up but very slowly. like he wants to take his time with you and not release his anger on you but for him to take as much time as he wants to and for it to relax himself but also you. IMAGINE HIM BEING WHINY DURING IT TOO!!!(sorry if it doesn't make that much sense.)

i have always found whiny spence really cute.🥰

Sorry it took so long (I have been so busy) but here you go!

Desperate (18+)

Content Rating: Smut

Warnings: mention of death, child death, sub!/switch!spencer, softdom!reader, oral (male and female receiving), penetrative sex, unprotected sex, cursing, spanking, choking, hair pulling, pet names, praise, creampie, denial, fingering, masturbation

Summary: After a bad day at work, you figure a cuddle session with your boyfriend Spencer will help soothe him. But it suddenly turns steamy when Spencer decides to mess with your sensitive spots, and he can’t decide how he wants to act.

Word Count: 2.6k

SLAM!

The door shut, paired with a long sigh, as Spencer came home from work in Denver. I jumped from our bed and threw down the book that I had been reading to occupy myself while waiting for his return. 

He threw his keys down on the table with a small clink, his suitcase following with a small thud as it was thrown on our small kitchen table. 

I stood in the doorframe of our bedroom, looking over his body language. Some cases he wanted to just be left alone, and he needed his space. But the especially bad ones needed some TLC from me. 

He ran a hand through his curly hair as he met my stare, curling his lip to a thin line. 

“Kids?” I asked. 

He nodded, taking off his work shoes. “Five of them. That woman was a sick fuck.” He said in a slightly monotone voice, as if he had taken a chapter out of Aaron Hotchner’s book.

“A woman? She… She didn’t go easy, I’m guessing.” I said, taking a few steps away from the doorframe and into our kitchen.

He shook his head. “You can’t win them all.” He said, opening his arms, beckoning me with his fingers as he brought them to his palms twice.

I walked over and wrapped my arms around his torso, my face curling into the crook of his neck. His arms wrapped around my back, holding me a bit tighter than normal.

We stood there in the silence for a moment, as he held me close to him. It was times like these that I wished he didn’t work for the BAU. Cases like these took a toll out of him, like a piece of his soul was lost.

I leaned my head up to kiss his stubbly cheek, pulling myself away from the hug slightly, still letting our arms continue to be wrapped around each other. 

Spencer sighed, almost exasperated. “I can’t help feeling like… pissed off about cases like this.” He licked his lips, obviously trying not to undo his composure and express his pure rage and anger. He was good at hiding it early on, but once he really became triggered, it was as if hell broke loose.

“I mean, it’s okay to feel mad. You see a lot of scary things in your line of work. But, I would kill to have a job as exciting as yours.” I smiled, scrunching my nose as I helped loosen his tie for him. “Wanna cuddle and listen to music?” I asked, checking over his face for any injuries he was trying to hide. 

He smiled, for the first time since he had gotten home, and kissed the tip of my nose, my nose scrunching as he did so. “Sure, that would be wonderful.” 

He took my hand and walked with me to our couch, picking up the remote as he lied down on his back along the length of the couch. I took my usual position draped over his body, considering there wasn’t much space. 

He flipped through the stations as I made myself comfortable, tucking my face in the crook of his neck, one arm tucked under his neck, the other resting my hand on his pectoral, just enough to feel his heart beating.

It was a sweet sound, the complete silence in our apartment, save for the beating heart of my beloved doctor and our synchronized breathing. 

His hands placed themselves gently on my back, after picking a livestream of some oldies music, manipulated to sound like they were being played on an old record player, while he was practically squeezing me tighter than ever before. 

He sighed, as if letting something go that he was desperately holding onto while on his way home. “I could stay like this forever.” 

“Yeah, let’s see if you say that once your legs fall asleep.” I giggled, propping myself up slightly, keeping my hands where they were placed originally. 

He chuckled, using his calloused, muscular hands to place a chunk of hair behind my ear, moving his hand smoothly to rest it on my cheek. His palm was worn, riddled with new and old calluses and blisters from work. But despite them, his touch was soft, delicate, like fresh cotton sheets. 

I leaned down to kiss him, slowly pressing my lips against his own. He followed suit, allowing our lips to dance across each other in their own foxtrot. 

He pressed his fingers against my chin, gently tipping it upward so he could move his lips against my jawline and my neck. I giggled, a small blush appearing on my cheeks. “And what do you think you’re doing?” I asked, looking over and past his head to let him continue with his kisses.

He moved his lips away from my skin for a moment. “It’s hard missing you so much at work, and not being able to pleasure myself.” Spencer explained, before attacking my neck with rougher kisses.

It was true, he couldn’t masturbate while on a case. He always shared a hotel room with another agent, it was rare that the room was all his own. He would be mortified if he made Morgan or Prentiss leave the room, masturbate, and in turn, have them find out that was what he was doing in the first place. 

It was lonely here without him, too. I couldn’t just summon him while he was gone, but I had the time to myself. Sometimes I hold out until he comes back, other times I don’t. And when I don’t, Spencer likes to let me know exactly how wrong I was to orgasm under my own hand, and not his.

His hands moved to my hips, pushing them against his own and his body began to writhe beneath me. I could tell he was desperate, and desperate Spencer is a fun Spencer.

“And what do you wanna do about it?” I ask, a small hint of mischief hidden within my tone.

He pulled away from me to smile. I could see the wheels turning. “God, I want to really, just, make sweet love to you. But I’m still just… so upset about the case. I don’t wanna hurt you.” 

I giggled, hiding my face in the crook of his neck.

“Please, baby. It’s been so long. Let me make you feel good.” Spencer whined.

I smiled softly. “Of course.” I then kissed his cheek. “And you could never hurt me, baby boy.” I cooed in his ear.

He shot up at the pet name, bringing me with him as he sat up. I could feel the tent growing in his pants; there was no hiding it. 

I moved off of his lap, standing up from the couch. “Go get ready for me, baby. I’m gonna get some water.” I said with a low tone, walking over to the kitchen before he had any room to object. 

I could hear him scrambling from the couch to our bedroom, practically feeling his giddy energy from ten feet away. I grabbed a cup from the kitchen cabinet, turning on the sink to pour myself a glass of tap water. I took my time drinking it. The longer he waited, the more desperate he became. And besides, who knows if he needs a light reprimand?

After finishing my glass, I made my way to the bedroom, where Spencer had managed to get himself in his white wife beater tank, and his plaid blue boxers. His erection was evident, begging to be freed from the thin cloth. 

I gave him a smile, walking forward briskly, kissing him with more hunger than before. His stubble rubbed against my skin, but that was nothing compared to his tongue battling mine for dominance, the ferocity like that of a tiger. 

He slid his hands up my sweatshirt, pulling it off. I could feel him smile into the kiss once he realized I wasn’t wearing a bra the whole time. He moved his lips down to my neck, his hands squeezing my ass tightly. He found my most tender spot in my neck, and began to suck. 

“Spencer…” I whispered, prompting a smirk from my lover. 

I gripped onto his back as he continued to nibble on my skin, his thick thumbs taking hold of my shorts, pulling them down with my panties. I was dripping wet, but he could never know that yet. I moved my hands to his tank, practically ripping it off him before working on his boxers. I moved them down, setting his beast free. 

I could see the glisten of pre-cum on his head, which I quickly spread with my thumb. He shivered, his cock twitching in my hand. “Does that feel good?” I asked.

He nodded against my skin, his hands trailing to my center before I removed my hands from him and grabbed them. 

“I didn’t say you could touch there yet.”

He let out a small, frustrated whine. “Angel, please. You know how much I’ve wanted to devour you.” 

I chuckled, pointing to the small chair by the closet door. “Sit.” I ordered, moving away from him and hopping onto the bed. 

He reluctantly moved, sitting on the wooden chair.

“I’m going to touch myself now. And when I do, all you can do is watch. No jacking off.” I explained, letting a hand move down to my clit, creating small circles with my index and middle finger.

He let out another loud whine. “Y/N, please. I want to be the one to do that for you.” He whined, squirming in his seat with wide eyes.

I stayed silent, wrapping a hand in my hair as I inserted two fingers inside myself. I let out a sharp exhale, my back arching slightly. My g-spot shivered with the sensation of my two digits. Spencer looked like he could cry, gripping the sides of the chair’s seat with white knuckles.

I could feel my walls tighten around my fingers; the more I fucked myself with them, the more Spencer whined in his seat. 

I couldn’t stand it anymore. Beckoning my boyfriend with my hand, Spencer jumped from his seat and pulled my thighs apart, spreading them apart more than they already were. “Eat my fucking pussy, baby boy.” I ordered, his mouth attaching itself to my clit.

I moaned, my thighs twitching as my sensitive clit was sucked on. His teeth grazing over my delicate nerves, I pulled on his curly locks of hair. He peered up at me from between my legs, moving one of his hands to insert two long fingers inside my cunt. 

“Oh my god…” I moaned, my legs and hips twitching more as my delicate, sensitive clit began to shiver under his tongue. 

He smirked against my center and I sat up, moving his head away. “Do you think you deserve to have your cock sucked?” I asked, cocking an eyebrow at him.

His eyebrows furrowed, his posture more upright as he became desperate for my mouth. “Lovey, please. Please suck my cock. You don’t even need to suck me for long, just fucking suck my cock.” He whined, intertwining his hands behind my hair and pulling me into a sloppy kiss. 

His mouth crashed against mine, while he let me move him so he was lying on the bed. I straddled him, kissing him feverishly. His hands gently grabbed my waist, as I moved my lips to his neck. He extended his neck to the side, taking in every kiss like a shot of heroin. 

I continued my kisses down to his chest, letting my hands trail along beside my lips. He shivered, goosebumps appearing with each touch of my soft, pale hands against his chest. I kissed down to his pelvis, his cock twitching the closer I got to the base of his cock. 

Pushing his cock aside, my mouth attached to his balls, sucking on them lightly at first. Peering up at him to gauge his reaction, my favorite thing to do, I sucked harder with each moan. He gently grabbed my hair, pulling it out of my face. 

“You look so beautiful like that, your mouth on my cock. God, I can’t get enough.” He whispered, his praises interrupted by his moans as my mouth engulfed his large member. I slowly let my mouth travel down his member, engulfing him whole to get used to the gagging feeling. The head hitting the back of my throat just fine, I began at a slow pace. 

Letting my hand slowly twist as I sucked him, giving him two different sensations, he bucked into my mouth. Tears welled in my eyes the more I gagged on his dick, his groans getting louder and louder. “Good girl, fuck, you’re so good at sucking cock.” He praised, leaning forward slightly to smack the top of my ass.

My back arched at the slap, but I quickened my pace, spit trailing down my chin and to my chest, my breasts glistening with saliva. 

“Fuck me, baby. I don’t want to cum in your mouth, I want that fucking pussy.” He whined, still holding onto my hair. 

I released my mouth from his cock, a trail of spit between his cock and my mouth. I continued to stroke him as I sat up, carefully making my way to straddle him.

He held my hip with one hand, the other wiping the spit from my chin and covering one of my nipples with it. I lowered myself onto his cock, my stomach aching with the feeling of his cock hitting my inner core. 

He groaned, moving his hand from my chest to my other hip. I placed my hands on either side of his head, getting a good and comfortable stance. 

My ass began to bounce up and down on his cock, my breasts practically bouncing in his face the more I quickened my pace. He propped himself up with his feet, his knees pointing upward as he matched my bouncing with his own, equally rough thrusts. 

I moaned loudly, my forehead colliding with his, and my eyes closing shut the more I began to climb to an orgasm. His animalistic growls only made my pleasure more enjoyable. He was vocal in bed, something that seriously turned me on. 

I snaked a hand to his throat, keeping myself propped up. He looked at me with an innocent, but equally dark look in his eyes. “Keep going, baby. Don’t ever fucking stop.” I spat in the midst of my moans. 

Almost in the blink of an eye, he flipped us over, his cock never leaving my tight cunt. He maneuvered his hand to hold both of my wrists together, his other hand wrapping itself even tighter around my throat. 

“You lie there and fucking take that, dirty whore.” He spat, sweat forming on his forehead. His hair fell in front of his eyes, moving back and forth with his thrusts. 

I moaned even louder, my stomach tightening as I was at the peak of my orgasm. “Fuck, baby, let me cum.” I begged, my hips colliding with his.

His response was a simple growl as he quickened his pace, the headboard of the bed practically making a dent in the wall. I could feel him orgasm, and my stomach quivered as I reached mine. He groaned, his warm spunk filling my pussy and spilling out of me, dripping down onto the bed below me. 

He panted, leaning down to give me a sloppy, but sweet kiss. He moved to the side, pulling me close as he declined from his orgasm. 

After sitting in a pregnant silence for a moment or two, he softly moved my hair from my face and smiled at me. “Did I hurt you?” He asked. 

I shook my head. “You could never hurt me, my love.”

#spencer reid smut #criminal minds fanfiction #spencer reid #spencer x reader #requests #smut #criminal minds

[nerves-nebula]

hiding the asker cause I don’t wanna put this person on blast since i don't think this is intentional- but this ask actually perfectly relates to what caused me to post about butch gerudo in the first place!

mainly weird racism stuff in legend of Zelda. We (my gf and I) were mostly talking about gerudo link stuff and orientalism, and there are a few things you’ve said here that tie back to those kinds of racial biases.

Like I’m no Zelda expert but this is fanon interpretation right? This is a headcanon? Ok so like? why is it so aggressive? They’re cool women with muscles, they don’t need training courses to figure out not to physically assault people. I know this is like hyperbole and kind of a joke but it reads very close to one of those racial fetishes where a white person is “feminized” by an aggressive brutish person of color. And those fetishes are just symptoms of a larger societal bias to see people with dark skin as more inherently aggressive, animalistically dominant, and violent.

Obviously if you want the gerudo women to step on you that’s cool or whatever but idk what you mean about them “scaring you into frilly pretty little lady clothing” because gerudo link is literally wearing the same outfits as the gerudo women. Why is it frilly and feminine on him, and aggressive and butch on them? It’s possible you’ve fallen into the trap of tall & muscly = less feminine but even then, most gerudo aren’t like bodybuilders. Most are pretty lithe. (not that it would be more correct to assert they're masculine if they WEREN'T thin but you get the point) And once again “scary aggressive poc force feminizing me” is like. a very specific genre of porn/kink in which race play & forced feminization come together.

(it should be noted I’m not commenting on either kinks here past saying that they are clearly linked to real world biases and racist stereotypes. Idc about problematic kinks as long as they’re consensual and not used outside of fantasy to dehumanize non consenting people as nothing more than sex objects. so don’t try to talk to me about them in a moralizing way as if being into taboo stuff makes you a bad person. I’m black, I don’t need anyone white knighting at me about how bad it is to be racially fetishized, I’m aware that it sucks, and I will block you for being annoying.)

I think of it this way: if the gerudo were white, would you look at their clothing and consider them less feminine? Would you say they’re serving butch realness? Because I know I wouldn’t. Their clothes and presentation are pretty solidly feminine to me, with colorful patterns and makeup and long hair and lots of jewelry + ornamentation.

Anyway sorry about the racism rant its just that this is a good example of what i was talking about with my gf last night.

#nnstuff #racism tw