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onelittlespiral · 3 months

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FML: Overbaked

I’m playing around with the format on these a little bit. This story has two endings, one of which is here and the other of which can be found here: FML: Underbaked

Consider this the more corruptive ending.

I’ll say up front that this one is on me. My boyfriend and I had been going steady for a while now. He was cute and smart, but after a few years he just wasn’t the kind of guy I could see myself spending the rest of my life with. Things had just gotten… bland. We hardly ever went on dates, spent most weekends apart doing our own hobbies, and sex was a bit like going through the motions. I wanted a change. So, I ordered one. A new “white noise” machine. But it did a bit more than that. You just adjusted the settings and in a few nights it could grow, shrink, age, add hair, add muscle. I think I even saw a setting for a gender flip. It cost a pretty penny but I figured it would be worth it. I ran it for a while with no settings, just so he would get used to it. But, when I had a business trip that was going to take me out of town for the weekend, I figured it was a perfect time to see what it could do.

Before I left I opened the hidden panel and decided to start pretty simple. I would just program it to make him bigger. More buff, more masculine, maybe a bit more dominant. Could be a nice change to get taken care of when I got back. I dialed in the knobs, said my goodbyes, and flew off for the weekend. Meanwhile, back at home, my sweet boyfriend dozed and grew, none the wiser to his changes. And there were some changes. By the time I flew in Sunday night, a whole new man was there to greet me.

“Hey babe, you miss me?” In just a few days he had ballooned in size. His biceps were thick, easily picking me up into an embrace. His pecs were strong and juicy as I held onto them while gazing in his eyes. His kiss was strong and assertive, as he slipped his tongue in my mouth. He tasted like whiskey and smelled like fresh cut sandalwood. And his cock was girthy, as I felt it slowly swell and press up against me. I gave in as he pushed me down to the bed and unbuttoned his jeans. My pants were on the floor in a moment as I laid back in just my jockstrap, ready to receive him.

He pulled me down to the end of the bed, and slowly massaged my puckering hole. I don’t know if the machine somehow taught him how to handle me but as he worked is fingers inside it was so easy to relax and let him stretch me out. He replaced his fingers. I felt his cock, firm and throbbing, as it slid into me. I squeezed as I adjusted to his new size. I felt so full, but it just kept sliding in. As he began to hit my prostate a surprising moan escaped my lips.

“That’s right babe, open up for me.” He leaned in and gave me a kiss. His beard was soft, his lips pillowy. I felt every motion of his body, every little adjustment sent a throbbing through my body. “You’re so cute like this. You ready for daddy’s cock?”

I could only let out an anticipatory whimper as he slowly began thrusting. With one hand he caressed my torso, the other he held my shoulders in place. I was anchored down as he picked up steam. Soon both hands were on my shoulders as he put his weight behind the thrusts. I tried to tell him to slow down, but something about how assertive and confident he was kept the words from my lips. And then it hardly mattered, as he found my prostate and my mind dissolved. He was destroying my ass as all I could do was try not to drool all over myself. All thought was consumed by pleasure as his balls slapped heavy against my ass.

“Fuck, you’re such a good boy. Your ass is so tight. Fuck it feels amazing.”

“Huuuhnuh…ahhh…uhhhhhh…fuck…meeeeee”

I could feel it coming. I tried to ride the waves of ecstasy but he was not letting up. Suddenly he inhaled sharply.

“God, I’m gonna… I’m gonna cum.” he cried. He made no signs of slowing down.

“Cum…cum in-me.” I was about to burst.

He let out a deep growl as with a final thrust he plunged into me and the floodgates opened. At the same time I saw stream after stream hit his chest. We came at the same time. Panting he ran his finger down his chest and popped a thick glob in his mouth

“Yeah, you even taste delicious.”

This time I pulled him to me, kissing his beautiful face as he slowly pulled himself out of me with a wet pop.

And that should have been it. It should have stayed that way. It was supposed to be amazing. But, somehow, life always gets complicated.

It started with work. Maybe it was a side effect. With how he carried himself, he couldn’t help but turn heads when he entered a room. He would talk about how well respected he was, how all of a sudden people gave a shit when he said something. I guess it came with the territory. But that respect turned into a promotion, and that promotion had him working later and later hours. Plus, with his new body, he had to maintain it. He spent at least two hours at the gym, lifting and running and stretching. He would come home smelling musky, and I would basically be waiting in the bedroom to suck on his sweaty cock. Those nights were some of the best. But then he made friends, gym bros to hang out with, and he would get home well into the night, too tired to do much but watch TV before passing out. Then, my work project turned south at the end of the year. Our client was furious and I had to fly out almost every other weekend to some meeting to plead for time or try to get the project back on track. It felt like we just kept missing each other.

“I know it’s been hard to manage time but can we please have this weekend,” he begged one Thursday night, “I miss you. I miss us.”

I sighed, “I can’t. We just have to make it to the spring when we launch and it should be good. But until then I have to keep up with these clients.”

“I know, I know but can’t they send someone else?” He came in close and began to stroke my hair, “I need my good little boy here.”

I flushed and turned away, “You know I’ve been working for years to close this project out. I can’t just leave it when we are this close to the finish line.”

He looked hurt, “So instead you’re just leaving me behind?”

I snapped my head back to his, “You’re one to talk. I feel like I haven’t seen you in months. One promotion and suddenly you want to lecture me on my career? Plus all the time you spend with your gym buds. Enjoying the sauna together?” The moment I said it I knew I crossed the line

“…I’m going to bed.” He slammed the bedroom door behind him.

“BABE! No, that’s not what I meant. Please-” I jiggled the locked handle. No response. Dejected, I turned towards the couch, collecting what throw pillows and little blankets I could.

I tossed and turned all night, yet when I woke up he had already slipped out without a word. I wandered back to the bedroom and tried to find solace in the shower. Warm water ran down my back as mulled over the prior evening. When did things get so tough? It felt like just yesterday we were just some freshly graduated kids, now we hardly saw our friends or each other, just crunched all day at the office. Things back then were so… simple. That’s it! I shut off the water and quickly dried off. In the bedroom sat the machine. We had kept using it just for the white noise. Worked like a charm, who knew? It may have been what caused all this, but maybe it held a solution. There was the knob I was looking for: simple. I took it and cranked it up. I needed change and I really needed it quick. Two nights would perfect. If it was anything like last time, by the time I am back Sunday night this could all be solved. I threw a bag together for my trip and went off to the airport. Today I would give him space, and by tomorrow I had a hunch the problem would practically solve itself…

I woke up the next day, groggy from the flight and meetings yesterday. I was not looking forward to another full day today. Just then, my phone buzzed next to me. A text came through from my boyfriend:

got a long day ahead babe. miss u 😘

He looked so… care free. There wasn’t a bag under his eyes. And he never just texted to say he missed me. He never seemed to have time. Seeing him with his arm frown back and that stupid little smirk got me going more than I expected it to. I texted back:

I miss you too. I hope you aren’t too bogged down with meetings today. Love ❤️

He responded: no meeting’s, boss had a safety talk last week. just work

Safety talk? Whatever, I’m sure he would be fine. Probably one of those cyber security talks from the 2000’s. Either way, I couldn’t dwell on it too long. Had to get ready for this team meeting.

The weekend was a blur. Meeting, crunch, eat repeat for two days straight. I hardly had time for myself, much less checking in on my boyfriend’s progress. But he seemed to be coming along nicely, and I could surmise a bit. His stressful job in engineering had been replaced with construction site manager, then just a regular blue-collar worker. His texts had become more casual, and when I talked with him for a few minutes Sunday morning he was kicking back with some friends having a beer. He even took a nap Sunday afternoon, speeding him along maybe a little further than I would have liked. He sent me this text when he woke up as I was on my way to the airport:

Mmm, I miss u, gonna need ass when ur back

The next text was just a picture of his rigid cock. I chuckled a bit. I definitely had gone a bit too far but we could adjust that later.

I miss you too babe. You should probably get up. I’ll be home in a few hours and you can have me then 😉

Little did I know.

I hopped out of my cab and began working through airport security. I made it to my gate with plenty of time to spare. While I had made it to the gate, the plane, evidently had not. Winds and snow out of the northwest had delayed it. It was supposed to be an hour delay. But as one became two, the storm system had moved south.

Passengers of flight AM267, we regret to inform you that your flight has been delayed. With the current storm system, we are not projecting to be able to leave till tomorrow at 8:47am. On behalf-

I tuned out as my mind began to race. Tomorrow? That would throw off my whole work week! And the product launch would have to be delayed even further if I’m not there…

I began crunching the numbers on how far back this would set us as I hopped on a shuttle to the nearest hotel. With the sudden influx, it took a few hours before I was checked into my economy room next to the elevator. I had made the necessary calls to my team letting them know about the situation and… oh shit. I didn’t even call my boyfriend! He’s probably still waiting up for me. Quickly I fired off a text letting him know what was up. The day had been exhausting, I wouldn’t be up for much tonight anyways. I didn’t even change out of my jeans as I passed out on my bed.

The next morning the storm had passed, so it was back to the airport to catch my flight. We were luckier than most, I figured it would take them at last 2 days to be fully back on schedule. Still, everything had been thrown out of sync with the delay. It was almost 2:30 by the time I was sliding my key into the front door. I walked upstairs to throw my luggage in the bedroom when I stopped outside the door. Inside, I could hear a faint crackle, like the fray of a radio. Just the sound gave me a headache, and I felt an itch in my teeth. And then it clicked, and my stomach dropped. I threw open the door and immediately turned off the machine that had been running all day. A faint breathing was behind me. I turned and my eyes went wide.

There he was, still laid back on the bed, hat on his head, wide awake. The thousand yard stare said it all. He had been listening all night and all day.

I tried to shake him awake to no avail. He was lost in whatever fog had dulled his brain.

“Need… ass… need fuck…” he mumbled. Drool started to drip out his mouth.

I turned back the machine and pried off the back panel. I began urgently analyzing switches and knobs, trying to determine which would reverse the changes. Even just a way to turn the damn thing off. It just kept buzzing and buzzing and buzzing… I felt a tight grip around my waist.

“Come babe, you want cock?”

My boyfriend had come out of his stupor, but not much. His cross-eyed stare had set itself on my body. His paws were rested firmly on my hips as he drug me closer to him.

“Let me go, I need to figure this out”

“No,” he slurred, “I need you.” He leaned in for a sloppy kiss. He tasted salty and sour. His beard was far more unkept and rough. He smelled virile this close, musky and horny. “You like simple,” he said. No, not said. Commanded. All that daddy energy he brought before was somehow put behind those words, and for a moment I felt submissive to him. And he only needed that moment. “Come.” He lifted his arm and stared into my eyes. A wave of stench rolled down and hit my senses with a crash.

His gaze, the smell, and the buzzing in my ears. It was all too much as I was drawn towards his pit. I resisted for a moment, giving a hesitant whiff under his gaze. He made no movement. He didn’t have to. I was soon buried in his pit as I huffed his stupefying scent. In the back of my mind I knew this wasn’t right, that I was supposed to be fighting back. But a different whisper entered my mind:

Didn’t I want this? Wasn’t this my choice? Who was it that wanted it to all be so simple?

He pulled me out for a moment to slip my shirt off before I dove back in. At this point I was practically drooling, and I began cleaning him with my tongue. He stroked my chest and back, squeezing my pecs. They felt soft beneath his firm grasp. He soon switched me to the other side and muttered to me:

“Good boy. So horny.”

I was. I was so horny. The more I licked the more my crotch throbbed. My cock was rigid at attention as he pulled me out of his pits.

He’s so hot. Need him. Need cock.

No, no my brain tried to scream, but it sounded distant. A thick fog was between me and my thoughts. Maybe it should stay that way…

My boyfriend stood up and I fell to the floor. Slowly, he began pulling off his jeans.

I instinctively turned over to receive his cock. My ass was already slick, wet in expectation. Even having sex was so simple. As he pressed his cock against my hole it slid in like a key in a lock. It just felt right. And as he gripped my shoulders and began to fuck me, each thrust felt like a thought was popped in my head. He growled a deep, primal growl as the last thoughts I ever had washed away in the waves of pleasure radiating through my body. My brain felt like the static from the machine. The only thing I had left was instinct. And instinct was telling me to ride the man behind me.

“Fu-uck- m-me- up- da-ah-ddy”

He only grunted as he increased the pace. It felt like hours as the ebbs and flows of our libidos managed to keep us both on edge, so close but never finishing. Till finally, I couldn’t take it any more. I could only manage a moan as I came all over the bedsheets.

“Fuck that’s so hot.” he said, and with one final thrust filled my guts with his dumb cum. Hehe. Cum. As he slid out I couldn’t handle any more. I passed out face down ass up on the bed.

The next morning I was horny again. And then by lunch. And then by bed time. Days blended together as we fucked, ate, worked out, and slept together. The machine next to our bed never got turned off. Wasn’t there something I was supposed to do with it? Eh, it was too complex. Best to leave it alone as I had my brain fucked out for the third time today. I don’t know how we got by. We never moved out of our house. We always got food with no problems. Anyone who came by would just do whatever we asked. The few times anyone came inside they quickly learned that it was a lot easier to simply give in. If they resisted, babe would simply take them back to the bedroom until they changed their minds. They would come out all smiles, agreeable to whatever we needed. It was as simple as that.

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nctsplug02 · 5 months

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johnny + sexting/videocalling when he's away on tour?? 🤒🤒🤒

Happy Thanksgiving! j.suh

GENRES: fluff, smut, phone sex, idol x non-celeb fem reader!

WARNINGS: phone sex.

the dinner you cooked an hour and a half ago was getting colder and colder by the minute but you were too drunk to even eat what you’d made.

wine and cooking dinner did not mix well, especially when you’re a light weight!

RING RING!

you lift your head off the counter and scrub your face with a sigh. “what time is it?”

you reach and grab your phone, hitting the green button. “hello?” silence. “hello?” you look at the screen with barely open eyes. “oh, oops.” you giggle to yourself and swipe the screen until it shows you’ve picked up.

“yes, hello?” you put the speaker to your ear and rub your eyes.

“baby!” you wince and yank the phone away from your ear. “shit!” you hiss and rub your ear, looking at the screen to see your husband with his face up close.

it was a facetime call not an actual call.

“hellooo,” johnny says into the mic. “did i wake you up?” he pulls his face away and raises an eyebrow.

“just a little bit. i closed my eyes for five minutes… that’s all.” you smile and set your phone down against the bottle of wine.

“what were you doing before you knocked out?” you giggle and shake your head. “alright, i didn’t knock out. i only closed my eyes for a good five minute, i swear. but, i did a little bit of cooking and had a few glasses of wine while waiting for your call.”

johnny rests his phone on something and sits back on the beige couch. “what about you, handsome? finished with the concert, i see.” you rub the running mascara from under your eyes.

“mhm, i just got out of the shower. couldn’t stop thinking about you. i’m sorry i can’t be there for thanksgiving, my love.” johnny manspreads and sighs with a pout.

“i—it’s fine, baby.” you clear your throat and move your eyes back to johnnys face. “i’m just thankful that you’re with me spiritually and virtually.”

“spiritually?” johnny chuckles in a confusing tone. “yes, although you’re not here physically, i can feel your presence all around the house.”

“you sure it ain’t a ghost, baby?” johnny laughs when your face changes into a grumpy one. “shut up, don’t scare me like that!” you look around and hug yourself.

johnny laughs while shaking his head, his hand rubbing his jaw. “i was just kidding, my love.”

KNOCK KNOCK!

“room service,” johnny sits up. “looks like my dinner’s here.” he leaves the frame for a good two minutes before coming back.

you watch as johnny sets up the coffee table in front of him. “what’d you order for dinner, babe?” johnny pulls the top cover and reveals a juicy, thick steak. “steak,” he sets the top cover aside. “mashed potatoes and roasted, salted green beans on the side. all that topped off with some red wine.”

you moan and grab your phone, twirling yourself around hopping off the stool. “i wanna show you what i made for thanksgiving.”

“ouu, yeah! i’m excited and a bit sad to see what i’m missing out.” you giggle and walk towards the stove. “it’s really nothing. but, i didn’t want to cook a whole turkey since it’s just me so, i decided to go for something we usually don’t cook for thanksgiving.”

you reveal what’s sitting in your pot and johnny let’s out a horrified gasp. “what?! does it look bad?!” you turn the camera back to you.

“no, baby! i’m just… you cook seafood while i’m gone?!” you laugh and bite the tip of your finger. “well, i didn’t want turkey and mashed potatoes so, i went with what i was craving.”

“ugh, you’re gonna have to make that again but when i get back, please.” johnny groans. “i promise, baby.”

you put the top cover back on the pot and you go back to the stool. “i just brought a plate over to miss hapkins next door. she was telling me a few weeks ago that since her family wouldn’t be able to travel to her, she wasn’t going to do thanksgiving.”

johnny coos at you and tilts his head. “that’s what i love about you, baby. you’re so kindhearted and caring. i love that you decided to include miss hapkins in our thanksgiving.”

“but, now i really don’t wanna eat my steak anymore.” johnny chuckles and sighs. “i miss your cooking, babe.”

“it’s just two more weeks, john. just two more and then home meals are back.” you pick up your wine glass and the wine bottle. “just like you, i’m also having red wine.”

“1869?” you hum and set the bottle down after pouring it near the rim. “you bought that without me?” he whines and you just laugh. “i was gonna save it but… hey, i deserve a treat sometimes too.”

“of course you do, baby. always.” johnny actually picks up his fork and steak knife, cutting off a sliver of the juicy meat.

johnny holds up his piece and tilts his head so he’s in frame. “happy thanksgiving, my love.” he says.

“yes, happy thanksgiving, baby.” you hold up your wine glass, clinking the glass on your phone before taking a sip.

the sweet, rich taste of red wine melting down your throat.

“mmm,” you smack your lips and set your wine glass down. “how’s the steak, baby?” johnny nods with long hums, his eyes shutting as he takes in all the flavors. “it’s perfect. it’s juicy, flavorful, thick but melts on your tongue—mmm,” johnny sighs and cuts himself another piece.

you grab your phone, glass of wine, bottle of wine and you head to the living room.

“although,” you hum. “i prefer the way you make our steak over this.” you giggle and seat yourself on the love sack, setting the bottle of wine on the ground.

you hold up your glass again. “two more weeks, john. we can wait it out.” you take a sip.

johnny groans, “you know what else is in two more weeks?” you hum and ask, what. “your ovulation week.” your cheeks heat up. “once i get home, i’m not holding back, baby.” johnny shoves the meat into his mouth and chews.

“i am not drunk enough for this.” you laugh and shake your head. “what, you don’t wanna have a baby with me?”

“i’d love to have your baby but… i want to right now.” you could feel your panties dampen.

the thought of johnny fucking you full of his baby got you off. him going at you so many rounds that your swollen cunt is oozing out his cum. his slender fingers pushing his cum back in while whispering to you that there was no such thing as wasting good stuff.

“aw, baby.” johnny coos and sets down his knife and fork with a thud. “but, just like you said, two more weeks.”

you roll your eyes and chug the rest of your wine. “babe, you don’t even know how wet i am right now. i’m literally dripping all over our love sack.”

“i don’t believe you,” johnny sits back and groans. “how can i prove it to you?”

you knew exactly how johnny wanted you to prove it and you were trapping yourself in it.

“show me your pretty pussy and let me be the judge of how wet you are.” you bite your lip, eyes moving down to his now visible bulge. “my eyes are up, baby.” you giggle and move your eyes up.

“c’mon, take off your pants and show me how wet i make you.”

the tone of his voice is like a spell, your shorts and panties are pooled on the ground and your body is twisted in a way where johnny can see your pussy.

“fuck, y/n.” johnny growls lowly and cries out. “i wish i was home right now. i’d take you so hard on that love sack.”

“move yourself to the couch and put your phone down, baby. prop it up with the candles on the coffee table.” you listen to johnnys directions and you move yourself to the black couch, propping up your phone with the cherry red and white candles.

“that’s perfect, baby—fuck, y/n!” johnny grabs himself through his sweats.

“touch yourself, baby.” johnny undoes the strings of his sweats. “i wanna see you play with yourself.”

you lay back so that you’re barely propped up with your knees to your chest and arm between your legs. your fingers massaging your clit and ever so then dipping inside your hole just to tease johnny.

“that’s it, baby. pinch your clit.” you squeal when pinching your clit with your fingers.

johnny pulls himself free, he’s rock hard, precum oozing from his tiny slit. “finger yourself, baby.” you dip a finger into your hole.

“fuck, it just slipped in like nothing…” johnny groans, flexing as he smears the precum around his head.

“just a little faster, baby.” you whimper and pick up your pace, dropping your head back and shutting your eyes. “add another finger.” you add a second finger, shuddering at the slight stretch.

johnny curses under his breath and picks his pace with his strokes. “how does it feel, baby.” you shake your head, bottom lip caught between your teeth.

“not the same,” johnny pauses his strokes. “what do you mean, baby?” your eyes water up, “it’s not the same, johnny.” your legs fall together and your fingers come to a stop.

“we can make it feel like it’s the same, baby. i want you to keep your eyes closed and listen to my voice. imagine it’s me who’s pleasuring you.”

“it won’t be the sam—“

“just listen to my voice, baby.” johnny whispers. “listen to my voice and listen to how i want you to touch yourself.”

you take deep breaths, breathing out slowly and quietly while johnny softly hums.

“let’s backtrack, alright, beautiful?” your lips twitch into a faint smile. “i want you to touch yourself, not finger but touch your clit for me.”

your fingers find their way on your clit, softly rubbing and pinching your clit.

“that’s it, baby.” johnny pulls off his shirt. “don’t cry, take deep breaths, alright?” you nod and rub eights on your clit.

“you have the cutest pussy. cute little pussy that struggles to take my dick.” you moan and ball up your fist, sinking your teeth into the flesh, hard enough so that your teeth leave light indents.

you’re too busy listening to johnnys voice to even notice that johnny had pulled out a cotton fabric. “let’s skip past one finger and do two, i know you can do it.”

with your middle and ring finger, you slip the two into your cunt and let out a cry of pleasure. “oh, fuck.” you gasp and softly jerk forward. “that’s it, gorgeous. look how good you’re taking my fingers.”

johnny wraps the cotton material around his cock and begins to stroke himself. “fuck, baby. you feel so good.”

whimpers slip past your lips as you pick up your pace, the heel of your palm rubbing against your clit, giving you more friction and more pleasure.

“that’s it, y/n. take all of me like a good slut.” johnny moans and strokes himself faster. “faster, baby.” you whimper and gasp repeatedly while your fingers rub your g-spot.

“j—johnny,” you dig your nails into your thighs that hold your legs in place. “i—i’m gonna c—cum.”

“mhm,” johnny hums, his hands fisting tightly around his cock. “cum for me, y/n. show me who makes you feel good.”

your pants and moans filling up the room while your orgasm crashes over you. your legs shake and tremble, and your body jerks repeatedly like you’d been shocked. your fingers slowly and desperately still fingering your cunt.

“s—shit, i’m cumming. fuckfuckfuck!” johnny groans loudly.

johnny balls up his shirt and bites down on the fabric, covering up his moans and whimpers. his fist stroking the tip and painting his abs with white ling streaks.

“oh, fuck…” johnny slowly fucks his fist, his angry red tip popping up every second. “so fucking good.” johnny sighs, letting his hand drop and melting into the couch.

“you made a mess.” you giggle when finally pulling the strength to sit up.

johnny lifts his head and looks at his screen, seeing you barely sat up with your wet pussy on display for johnny to see.

“i made a mess?” johnny scoffs with a sexy smirk. “look at the mess you made.” you smile at him and shake your head.

“i can’t believe i got off to your voice, again.” you groan and grab your phone. “again?” johnny laughs and sits up, grabbing a few tissue from the table near him and cleaning himself up.

“is that my—wow, johnny. you’re gonna make fun of me for getting off on your voice but you’re jerking off with my panties that i’ve been looking for for a month!”

“well, i couldn’t bring you so i improvised.” johnny says a defensive tone. “whatever.” you laugh and shake your head in disbelief.

shuffling can be heard from johnnys side. “geez, it’s already one in the morning.” johnny says as he flips on a light. “already? it feels like we just got on the phone.” you frown and roll off the couch, making your way to the bathroom.

“we’ve been on the phone for over an hour, babe.” johnny says with a laugh. “it felt shorter but anyway, i’m gonna take a quick shower and i’ll call you back in fifteen.”

“why can’t we just keep calling?” johnny frowns and he flips the lights off and hugs his pillow. “because i need my phone to play music so i can karaoke.” you start the shower. “i bought you an ipad, laptop, and second phone for a reason.”

you roll your eyes, propping up your phone on the sink. “you’re so clingy.”

johnny scoffs, “says the one who gets off to my voice.”

you pull off your shirt, “at least i don’t need your boxers to help me do so.” you drop your bra and shirt.

“fuck you.”

you step into the shower. “i love you too.”

AN| hiiii, i know i’ve been really inactive but life is getting so rough right now and it’s really kicking my ass. happy thanksgiving, babies! i love you all and i am very thankful to have a growing account with all those who support and love me and my work. i’m trying my best to write with all my free time but yk sneakylink takes it all up. i know i dragged the end but we don’t talk about it HAHAHSJA. anywho, thank you anon for requesting this!!! happiest thanksgiving! 🩷

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kneelingshadowsalome · 11 months

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God the idea of Simon having a s/o that's like wayyy shorter than him something like 5'5 is doing things to me. This man is 6'4 something and he's HUGEEE AF, like i think it would be a turn on for him, having his babe so small underneath him. And i don't even need to get into how probably big he is down there too? The struggle to take him in everytime but the afterwards is a pure bliss. Ugh.

Like, i agree with what you said, this man is an epitome of masculinity. And the need and want to take care, love and protect his mate. <3 <3

Mmm. Mmmm.

Ok I'm just gonna leave this here.

Original photo: @ S0CIALHUNTER on Twitter

This is not a Drill

Word count: 2.2 k

Tags/warnings: SMUT 🔞, a dash of fluff, size kink (obviously), size difference, swearing, premature ejaculation, penetrative sex toy. F!Reader.

A/N: Gaahh. No poetry this time. Just pure filth. Enjoy 🍽

This might just be one of your better ideas.

You've done this in secret for two weeks now, hoping by the time he arrives, you'll be able to surprise him with how well you've trained yourself to receive him.

If you can take a large toy so well, day after day, it should help with taking him in more easily too. Right?

As in, take in the biggest dick you've ever had and, god willing, will ever have.

You're actually quite proud of yourself. Not only does this thing keep you juicy, but it also makes you thirst for him even more. The need to have something even bigger inside you, the knowledge that he can provide that bigger thing, makes your lips purse, makes your walls throb as you remind yourself that tomorrow, your man will finally come home.

…Except that the stealthy fucker has chosen to arrive a day early. You don't even hear him before he's at your bedroom door. Fuck his profession, fuck all that experience in sneaking around, even with all that mass…

He comes in just in time to see how the said dong comes out, slick with your wetness.

Oh shit–

"Well. What do we have here?"

He looks at the brutal object in your hand, then raises his eyes to you – flustered you, lying all naked and throbbing and flushed on the bed. He can barely hold back a smile, but it's his eyes that laugh with an amused gleam.

"Careful or you'll hurt yourself with that thing."

That's some cheese coming from someone who's even bigger than the crude thing in your hand…

"You said you'd come tomorrow," you mewl as your excuse. He cocks his head a little, raises an eyebrow.

"Disappointed?"

"No, of course not, but–"

"You want help with that?"

He gives a side eye to the toy still in your hand. You blink a few times, then reach to set it somewhere, anywhere – the bedside table has to do, but you're too clumsy, and the toy drops to the floor and rolls at his feet.

Jesus, could things get any more embarrassing?

He examines the sorry thing with a stare that says How pathetic. Because even if to you, it's gigantic, it's nothing compared to what he's got in those pants. And he knows it too.

"Now ain't this convenient. I can go straight in, right?"

"I– I'm not sure," you breathe with anticipation.

"Let's give it a try then."

He doesn't even wait for your admission, which would only be a blaring, blazing Yes please sir. He doesn't trouble himself with undressing, merely crawls to the bed and over you.

He pulls back only to get himself out of those jeans, and it always looks like he's drawing out a massive weapon. Even in his hands, which are fucking huge, the cock looks like an oversized beast. He's fully hard, too, probably started to gather blood there the minute he saw you on that bed, puny and shy and caught red-handed.

And he's as impatient as can be: finally, there's a chance he can drive that cock right in, that he doesn't have to warm you up for half an hour with mouth and fingers and hear you cry when it still takes a few tears and some swearing as he guides it inside.

But the toys are no help, it seems. The massive head of his cock disappears in you, alright… But that doesn't mean it feels safe or sound.

"Oh, no. No, no."

He halts, hovering over you with just the tip inside, pulsing wildly.

"No?"

Ugh, why did you have to pick the biggest colossus of a man to be your fuck buddy for the rest of your life?

"Just… slowly, ok?"

"Yeah. Yeah."

He swallows and gets back to it, more slowly this time, and the spread is delicious – but it's also blinding, and you always have to remind yourself to keep breathing.

You just need to relax; it can fit, it has been there dozens of times before…

"Fuck, you're– you're even tighter down here," he groans with a dry throat and a heavy accent that makes you instantly clench around him.

It appears that you have only managed to train your inner muscles with that ridiculous dildo.

So much for trying to coax yourself open with toys…

He feeds more of that thickness in, in, in, until his balls make contact; they press against your flesh while your pussy hugs him with a perfect O shape. You bite your lip and hold your breath, and you're not the only one gaping at the scene in mild shock and admiration.

"Look at that…"

He doesn't even bother to tone down the drunken arousal in his voice which always drops down a few notes when he's fucking you. But every now and then, it's tinged with concern. How the hell can you even take him fully in?

He glances your way with the smallest smile playing at the corner of his mouth, muscles taut with anticipation. The man simply can't wait to ruin you.

"You ready?"

No…??

You give him a frail little nod and some high-pitched, broken whimpers from your mouth.

"Uh-huh?"

He chuckles, then withdraws, slowly… But the next thrust is not that gentle, and your brows knit together in pleasure and pain. Well, it's not exactly pain, just… It's a little too much. If the angle was even slightly off, it would hurt. The wetness no doubt helps this business, but you still find your teeth sinking into your lower lip again – he starts to roll his hips, fuck you with experimental thrusts that, blessedly, don't plunge too deep.

You feel your inner walls both accommodate him and tighten around him; greedy, like it's no problem at all to have far too big a shaft stuffed down there. And not just crammed, but plowing: back and forth like you're a toy, too.

"What in the bloody hell have you been doing…"

He detects the tense muscles that pull him in every time he reaches the base. You're too small for him; that fact was established long ago. But added with the clenching and throbbing pulse of your cunt, a fervor that tries to suck him like he's a fat stick of candy cane makes his jaw gradually fall open. The man looks like he's going to pass out.

"Were you doing that shit for me?"

You smile and flutter your lashes innocently, all the while a giant is trying to work his giant cock in you.

"Yup. Welcome home, I guess?"

He looks at you, not with mirth, but with reproof. You're playing with fire, toying with a sharp blade, and teasing a man of his size might not be the best of your ideas.

But that's exactly what you are; a goddamn tease. You just can't help it. You know he gets an equal kick out of this setting: of you being so small. Anyone is small compared to him, but you're small compared to anyone. Next to him–not to talk under him–you look like a helpless doll.

And perhaps that's what this is all about: perhaps one of these days, you want him to wreck you.

Use you.

Even the very thought makes your cunt wrap around him again. Massive thighs at least twice the size of yours force your legs wide apart as he goes deeper – so deep that you can feel those balls again, hefty slaps against you as he tries to bury himself inside a place he's not meant to fit.

You always wonder what you look like under him, disappearing entirely under a dark shadow and hundreds of pounds of muscle. Spreading your thighs to offer too tight a slit to what's practically a monster. It must always be forced inside with sweat, patience, and needy grunts. How insane it must look for that thing to disappear inside you again and again until you're loaded with him… His cum never stays inside before you reach the shower, but the feel of it running down your thighs is absolutely glorious.

You notice he slows down the pace, which is odd. Normally, he's fucking you with abandon at this point.

"What's wrong?"

He huffs above you, chest swelling with shallow, alarmed breaths.

"Wrong? What's right, more like…"

He resumes with a thrust or two, looks down to where you are joined, and lets out an aggravated groan.

"I'm sorry, I can't…" He draws back as if to pull out completely, and you whine a complaint. A decision is made right away; he sinks back inside, fills you again and again, until…

"I think I'm gonna cum," he informs with apologetic alarm.

Oh.. Right.

… Already?

"It's ok… it's ok," you sweep your hands up his back, clutch him to make it known that he can collapse like a tower upon you, and you would only feel enthusiastic about getting buried under the rubble.

Use me.

Just fucking take me.

The look on his face is a rare glimpse behind the walls of a remorseless soldier: something primal but vulnerable, something fragile that only you are allowed to see.

"You can use me," you whisper, and it's like a spell that calls upon disaster.

"Ah, Christ…"

It takes only a split-second before he accepts your offer in full. You're planted in the mattress with starved thrusts, his thighs and chest spread you open until he's drilling you in an almost 90 degree angle. You're concerned for the bed's capacity to take this sort of plowing when you should perhaps worry more about your poor abused pussy.

It's such a heaven that your jaw falls open, too. You're dreamy and helpless under him while he's far from feeble. He looks like thunder above you, especially when you're looking at him like he's a demigod.

Like you're in love.

Which you are… And he knows it, even without that adoring bimbo stare you give him.

"Gonna–cum. Fuck, I'm gonna–"

You can almost see the sweat breaking, can feel the cock inside you jolting even when there's no room for it to do such a thing.

"Fuck–! "

It swells inside you as he cums with a painful groan. The orgasm seems to just last and last, and you realize with horror and thrill that the guy hasn't had a wank in days. Work has been a bitch, then, and you get to pay for it – a punishment you suffer with glee.

He gives you his all, squeezing you between arms that feel like a too tight cage, crushing you with a chest that feels like a compression machine burying you under an iron weight. Hard thighs press against yours until you're spread open for him to be buried in to the hilt.

And you know it gives him hell that he finished before you: it's on par with a failed mission, you suppose. Your mission, however, was a success. The body around and over you is coiled tight, but the tension gradually leaves. Obviously it makes him feel even more heavy.

He finally goes slack against you, just like you wished, and you almost squeal while getting imprisoned by a heap of heaving muscles. He's catching both breath and the remains of his pride as he lies there on top of you. The cock inside gives an occasional pulse, but you're forever hungry.

This man should be illegal…

You know you won't be left stranded for long, and seeing him so utterly done gives you enough satisfaction for now. You can wait for him to finish you in other ways.

"You're fucking dangerous," he huffs in your ear while trying not to crush you completely with his weight. He's gathering his strength in the solace of your neck, and you smile like you're on drugs.

"Does that mean you like me..?"

"What do you think," he snorts humorlessly on your skin, but you know he's more than happy. "'Welcome home'... Bloody hell, woman."

"I'm glad you're here," you laugh and place a hand on that broad back to caress him gently.

"Yeah. You can keep that toy."

"Perhaps I'll finish myself with it," you chirp to annoy him a bit more. Another triumph: you have to suppress a laugh upon hearing him groan.

"Now give me a bloody minute…"

Poor man. The thought that you feel just too fucking good to him, so good that it makes him lose control, gives you such a high that it's just sinful. The thought that a stoic goliath like him is rendered weak on top of a small, harmless woman is more intoxicating than a wine glass filled to the brim.

You pet the back of his neck and know he's probably tired from work and wants to sleep. You wouldn't object to falling asleep too while he's holding you.

"How about we give it another try after a nap?"

Your offer makes him rumble softly, contently; the man's ready to drop but also thoroughly enamored. Your heart skips a beat from pure happiness.

"Mm. You always have the best ideas."

#ghost x you #simon ghost riley x you #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley smut #ghost smut #mw2 smut

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taylormarieee · 4 months

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I wanna do more than kiss you under the mistletoe-Day 15 Mike Schmidt

Prompt: Mike wants to do more than kiss you...

Pairing: Mike Schmidt x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 543

Warnings: Soft sex, bondage, Dirty talk, Sub!Reader, Dom!Mike, Abby is not present at all, teasing, squirting, MDNI 18+ ONLY

"Hunny look! I just finished putting up the Christmas tree!" You say, finally stepping down from the stool.

You had just put up the last ornament... the star. It looked so pretty shining up there.

Mike walks in adjusting his shirt. You look at him with that cute little smile you always have and those adorable dimples.

Instead of admiring the tree he was admiring the thing he loved the most. The beautiful girl that shined the most. You.

"Yea babe. It's an amazing tree." He says drawing his attention back to the tree.

You both are wearing matching Pj pants and a green shirt that says, "Get in the Jolly spirit!"

"I'm going to the bedroom, i HAVE A SURPRISE!" You scream out and walk to your bedroom.

You feel Mike's hands wrap around your waist shortly after and smile. He looks past you and sees the Tv on and a list of movies along with toy handcuffs on the headboard of the bed.

"What's the cuffs for baby? You wanna get naughty?" He asks with a smirk on his beautiful face.

You quietly nod your head and he's carrying you over to the bed. He dims the light in your room and begins to take his shirt off.

He removes your pants and panties. He removes his boxers and pants as well.

You giggle when he climbs on top of you to handcuff your arms. You bite your lip and begin slowly jolting your hips up to his cock that's just out in the open in front of you.

He teases your entrance by sticking his cock inside of your aching hole and pulling it out.

"Mikey, please! No more teasing." You cry out. He just chuckles and continues. You wish you could break out of these bonds so badly but you can't.

You wine some more, trying to push him in further. Feel the sting of his monstrous cock stretching you out.

To hear him moan your name when you clench around him. The way your eyes deliciously roll back when he rams into you slowly.

"Mikey, Please stop teasing!" You whine out as he puts his leaking tip inside your slit.

He finally relents and rams into you at a slow pace. You cry out at the pace and roll your hips for more.

"You want it, you dirty slut?"

"Yea, tell me you fucking want it."

"Pussy so good, I'm gonna cum."

"Fuck.. take it like a good little whore."

"Oh yes Mikey! please give it to me!" You cry out at the delicious feeling of him inside you.

Your eyes roll back and you bite his lip when he leans down to kiss you. You cry again ad he picks up he pace.

That tugging feeling inside your stomach makes a tingling feeling go down your spine.

Your eyes roll back for a third time as your squirting all on Mikes big juicy cock.

Your clenching and your orgasm triggered his as he cums inside you, painting your gummy velvety walls white.

You moan at the feeling of his seed inside you. He drops on you kissing your body all over before cleaning you up and unlocking the handcuffs from your hands.

Merry dirty Christmas to you...

Taglist: @sweet-smxt-reader @hotchstanaccount @grixonsdoll @aerangi @pinkcatgirluwu @itzdarling @number1gal @lilies-valley @dustbunniess

#mike schmidt x you #mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt smut #mike schmidt #mike schimdt x reader #Mike Schimdt

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tigertales9 · 6 months

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Hard Reset V

Pairing: Joe Burrow x Reader

Warnings: 18+ / Smut

Description: This fic covers the week 6 lead-up and win against the Seahawks.

Time/Place: Monday, Oct. 9, 2023 - Sunday, Oct. 15, 2023 / Cincinnati, Ohio

A/N: This is the fifth fic in the Hard Reset series.

I'm still putting the finishing touches on the bye week secret wedding/honeymoon chapter. It's about 80% finished so I hope to get it up fairly soon.

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Monday, 10/9/23 (the morning after the week 5 win against the Cardinals)

You wake up slowly, the smell of coffee wafting up from downstairs letting you know Joe's parents are already up. You turn your head to check the clock on the bedside table, groaning when you realize it's still pretty early.

Joe shifts in his sleep and your gaze is drawn to him, your eyes slowly raking over his bare chest and abs as the sheet rides dangerously low on his hips. His body is a work of art, you think to yourself, enjoying the view for a minute longer before easing out of bed to go pee.

When you walk back in the bedroom, Joe is giving you a sleepy smile as he stretches his tall, muscular frame, the motion causing the sheet to dip even lower exposing the fact that he's semi-erect. "Hey," you whisper, quickly making sure the bedroom door is locked before crawling back in bed beside him.

"Hey," he mutters. "I smell coffee. Is it time to get up?"

"Do you want to get up?"

"Hell no," he groans, his gaze settling on your bare breasts as you flick the sheet all the way off of him.

"Then just relax. We're cooking brunch later than normal today since we got home so late."

"Good," he sighs, his erection leveling up to fully-erect as you ghost your fingertips over it.

"Spread your legs," you order, crawling in between when he does your bidding. "I'm gonna suck you off then let you get another few hours of sleep while I entertain your parents."

"You're so good to me," he purrs, burying his hands in your hair as you get down to business.

~ ~ ~

You're bustling around the kitchen almost three hours later when Joe ambles downstairs, dramatically sniffing the air while finger-combing his unruly curls. "Something smells delicious," he says, quickly holding his hands out as his mom shoves a stack of napkins and silverware at him. "Set the table, sleepyhead," she chirps. "Brunch is almost ready."

Joe gives you a smile before heading off to do her bidding, his eyes going wide when his dad walks in from the patio holding a platter of grilled steaks. "Oh yum," he groans. "How did you know I was craving steak?"

"Because Y/n told us," Jimmy laughs, covering the steaks with a foil tent to let them rest for a few minutes while you and Robin start fixing plates.

You load Joe's plate up with scrambled eggs, roasted mini potatoes, a couple of biscuits drenched in gravy and a juicy steak while he watches over your shoulder, literally licking his chops at the sight.

"Don't just stand there drooling, Joseph Lee," his mom laughs. "Pour you a glass of orange juice."

"Yes, ma'am," he mumbles. "You want some OJ, babe?" he asks, grabbing a second glass when you say yes.

The conversation at brunch is mostly his mom asking questions as everyone else tucks into their food. "Did you get in really late?" she asks Joe. "Your dad and I were asleep about five minutes after our heads hit the pillow so we didn't hear you come in. I bet you crashed the second you got in bed."

"Yep, totally crashed," Joe mutters, keeping his expression completely neutral, but when his gaze meets yours you know he's thinking about last night.

The sex is always next-level after a good win, and last night after the win in Arizona was no exception. He promised you "mind-blowing, hair-pulling, screaming-orgasm sex minus the screaming" and he 100% delivered it, getting you off three times before he finally finished then basically passing out while you were still cleaning him up with a warm washcloth. The early morning head was your way of helping him go back to sleep plus closing the orgasm gap just a bit.

Not to mention I love the feel and taste of his cock in my mouth, you think to yourself, a blush rising in your cheeks when he raises an eyebrow at you like he's reading your mind.

Robin's voice breaks into your dirty thoughts. "So the upcoming lakehouse getaway sounds fun!" she enthuses.

She knows y'all are going to a lakehouse for bye week, but she doesn't know it's a secret honeymoon.

"We still have the Seahawks game before that," Joe mumbles around a bite of steak.

"We're looking forward to the bye week," you state, giving her a warm smile as she looks between you and Joe.

She returns your smile as she continues. "I looked up that area and there's a really fun looking pumpkin patch type thing going on at the farmers market about fifteen minutes from the lake. Y'all should check it out."

"We'll think about it," you sigh, knowing Joe isn't exactly enthusiastic about stuff like that.

"Way to ruin the surprise, mom," Joe teases. "I planned to take her there."

"Really?" you and Robin chirp at once. "Jinx!" you both holler, laughing when Joe and Jimmy roll their eyes playfully.

Once brunch is done, Joe insists on helping with clean up before rushing his parents out of the house. "Y'all better get going," he states as he places the final plate in the dishwasher. "I have to get to the facility and Y/n has a virtual work meeting."

Fifteen minutes later he shuts the front door behind his parents and turns to face you.

"I don't have a virtual work meeting," you chuckle.

"And I don't have to go to the facility," he states, holding a hand out to you. "Let's go get a nap."

"Sounds wonderful," you groan, placing your hand in his as you head for the stairs.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Tuesday, 10/10/23 - Thursday, 10/12/23

The next few days pass by uneventfully, with Joe home for dinner every night, his good mood infectious as he talks excitedly about some of the new offensive schemes they're installing for the upcoming Seahawks game.

Thursday morning, just before he leaves for the facility, he tells you he has a few things to talk about over dinner later.

"Is everything okay?" you ask.

"Everything's fine," he answers, leaning down to give you a kiss. "I just have a few things to run by you concerning the marriage. Just logistical stuff," he continues when you raise an eyebrow at him.

"Do you need help with anything?" you inquire, a little nervous that he's insisted on arranging the entire thing himself since it was his idea.

"No, ma'am," he chuckles. "I've got it under control."

"Okay … good," you smile, standing on your tiptoes to give him another kiss before he heads for the door.

You're lowkey anxious for most of the day, especially anytime you think about 'the talk' y'all are going to have over dinner. You manage to get through your usual routine without being too distracted, eventually deciding to run to the grocery store to grab stuff to make one of his fav dinners instead of the more mundane sandwiches + pasta salad that you had planned.

~ ~ ~

You step out of the shower and quickly check the time as you dry off, walking into the closet to grab the slinky, halter sundress you'd decided to wear for dinner since the temp is hovering at an unseasonably warm mid-70s. You apply minimal make-up and fluff your hair before heading downstairs, pouring half a glass of wine to settle your nerves and sipping the cold beverage as you gather items to take out to the patio.

You walk back in the house after carrying a few candles outside to set on the patio dining table, a smile curling your lips when you see Joe walking toward you carrying a vase of coral-pink peonies. "Thanks, babe. They're gorgeous," you say, giving him a hug before taking the vase from him. "You're gorgeous," he states, dropping a kiss on your lips. "I'm gonna grab a quick shower," he continues. "I kinda half-assed my post-practice shower."

"Put on something cool," you advise. "We're eating dinner on the patio and it's like 75 degrees."

You watch him disappear upstairs before reading the card nestled in the flowers.

All my love Always Joe

You smile at the sentiment, setting the bouquet on the kitchen island where you can appreciate it while you cook dinner.

Fifteen minutes later he walks back into the kitchen, wearing slinky shorts and a sleeveless tee that showcases his muscular arms; he drops a kiss on the nape of your neck as you sprinkle seasoning on some succulent shrimp. "What are we having?" he asks, watching intently as you drop some linguine into a pot of boiling water. "Shrimp scampi linguini," you answer, smiling when he groans in approval.

You quickly finish cooking dinner, loading up a tray with two plates of scampi, two bowls of salad and a plate of garlic bread before handing it to Joe. "Carry this outside and I'll grab the wine," you order, rushing ahead to open the door for him and leaving it open while you pour two glasses of wine and join him on the patio.

You have the patio set up for a romantic dinner, with several candles on the table plus a few lanterns holding larger candles placed on the ground around the table, each flickering brightly in the gathering dusk.

"This is romantic," he says, giving you a smile as he sets the tray down and places your plates and bowls at each place setting. "I felt like doing something a little special," you grin as you set your wine glasses down. "Speaking of special," you continue, "let me go grab those amazing flowers you got me." You hurry in the house and come back with the frilly arrangement, setting it to the side so as not to block your view of him.

"This looks and smells amazing, babe," he says as y'all sit down and start to eat, getting most of the way through dinner with small talk before he brings up the marriage stuff.

"I talked to our attorney yesterday, and he's got everything set up for our marriage ceremony on Tuesday."

You pop a juicy shrimp in your mouth and nod your head as he continues.

"A county court judge has agreed to come to our house Tuesday at noon to officiate. She said it would be better to do it at our house instead of us going to the courthouse since we're trying to keep it secret. She's already signed the NDA our attorney sent her. Apparently this is not her first rodeo with this type of thing."

You take a sip of wine and return his smile, feeling a little lightheaded that it's all coming full circle.

"She'll bring the marriage license with her, and we'll sign it after the ceremony," he continues. "She knows we just want bare bones vows since we're saving our special vows for the main wedding. No exchanging of rings or anything like that."

"Sounds like you have everything set up," you state.

"You sound surprised."

"Not at all." You give him a wink. "Once you have your mind set on something, it's gonna happen."

"Like getting you to go out with me?" he grins.

"Exactly. You were persistent as hell."

"And here we are five years later, less than a week away from getting married. I get a thrill every time I think about it."

"Me too," you whisper. "I'm glad you don't give up easily. I can't imagine my life without you."

"Same," he says, leaning over to press a kiss on your lips; you lean into the kiss for a bit before he pulls back, the look in his eyes making your pulse react. "You look amazing in this dress," he says, running the slinky hem through his fingers, his hand brushing against your bare thigh causing a sizzle of heat down your spine.

"Thank you," you smile, biting your bottom lip before reaching a hand out to touch one of his muscular arms. "And you look amazing in this shirt," you purr, smiling even bigger when he flexes his bicep when you squeeze it. His gaze holds yours for a few heartbeats before he stands up and starts stacking the plates, bowls, silverware and wine glasses onto the tray. "Just relax," he orders. "I'm gonna pop these in the dishwasher real quick."

He reappears a few minutes later carrying another glass of wine; you smile as he hands it to you. "Trying to get me tipsy?" you tease, taking a sip as he pulls his chair closer to yours and sits down. "Do I need to get you tipsy?" he purrs, taking the wine glass out of your hand and spinning it to press his lips on the spot you just drank from, his eyes locked on yours over the rim as he takes a long, slow sip.

You feel your core contract at the look in his eyes. "No, sir," you whisper, shivering as the wind picks up. "Are you cold?" he asks. "A little," you admit, "but I don't want to go inside yet." You wave a hand at the plethora of candles flickering in the breeze. "I'm enjoying the vibe."

"Me too." He gives you a knowing look while standing up. "Be right back," he says, striding in the house before coming back out with a large throw blanket he grabbed off the sofa; he drops back into his chair and pats his thick thighs. "Come sit on my lap," he urges, cocooning you in the plush blanket when you straddle him. "Is that better?" he asks. "Yeah, thanks," you sigh, the blanket wrapped around you plus the heat radiating off of him immediately warming you up. Not to mention the feel of his cock twitching through those slinky shorts as you wiggle against him.

You slide both hands under the hem of his shirt, a thrill running through you when his body reacts to your touch, his muscles jumping as you skim your fingers over his abs and up his chest. "Let me take this off," you whisper, slipping his shirt off as he raises his arms and leans forward a bit to oblige you. He lifts a hand behind your neck and unties your halter dress, his eyes dropping down to your bare breasts as the slinky fabric slides down to pool around your waist. The heat in his gaze causes your nipples to tighten. "So perfect," he sighs, licking his lips before lowering his head to tease you, fluttering his tongue over one hard nipple for several seconds before sucking it into his hot mouth. You hiss in pleasure and bury a hand in his hair as he moves to your other nipple to repeat the action, his fingers gently pinching and tugging the first nipple that's now slick with his spit.

You arch your back and grind against his erection, a gush of wetness flooding your core as he makes a feral sound low in his throat, your pleasure points throbbing in unison as he continues to tease your sensitive peaks. He grips one of your thighs with his free hand, steadily sliding upward as you squirm against him, your pulse picking up knowing it's only a matter of time before he discovers you're not wearing panties.

He groans when his hand touches your wet heat, his mouth pulling off of a nipple with a pop as he lifts his gaze up to meet yours. "So hot and wet for me," he purrs, his eyes heavy-lidded with arousal as he teases your slick folds. You enjoy the sight of his beautiful face in the flickering candlelight -- a flush of color on his sculpted cheeks, his glistening lips parted as he continues to play with you.

You eventually lean down and suck his plump bottom lip, nipping it with your teeth before his tongue parts your lips and slides into your mouth, your breath catching in your throat when he rubs the pad of his thumb over your clit while ghosting a finger over your drenched slit, dipping just inside before pulling back out, repeating the action over and over until your body is desperate for more.

"Please," you groan into his mouth, whimpering when he deepens the kiss and finally sinks a finger deep inside you, the slow, sensual thrust and retreat of his tongue in your mouth mimicking the pace of his fingering in a way that makes you lightheaded with desire.

He adds a second finger and circles his thumb over your clit, both of you moaning when your core clamps down on him. You break the intense kiss and lock eyes with him. "I wanna cum on your cock," you breathe, your body aching for the thrust of his thick cock, for the delicious stretch of him filling you up with damn near more than you can handle.

He immediately shoves his shorts and undies down just enough to free his erection, the heavy length of it springing up into your waiting hands; you run a finger through his precum and bring it to your mouth, licking it clean while rising up on your knees to line him up with your entrance, slowly lowering yourself -- inch by inch -- your core clenching at the hot, hard intrusion when he's fully seated.

"Go slow," he urges, his prominent Adam's apple bobbing in his throat when he swallows hard. You follow orders, maintaining eye contact with him while pulling up slowly, pausing with just the plump tip inside before sinking back down. You give him a dirty smile and hit a Kegel before pulling up again, squeezing his shaft so hard you feel the throbbing veins that crisscross his member. "Jesus, baby," he hisses. "If you keep doing that I'm gonna cum too fast."

You sink down again and raise an eyebrow at him. "You want me to stop?"

"Fuck no," he groans, gripping your hips as you continue to milk his cock, digging your fingers into his broad shoulders for leverage as you ride him for another several minutes before he moves a hand to your clit. "Cum for me," he grits out, his pupils blown wide with arousal as he rubs you just the way you need to trigger your climax. Your cries of pleasure are carried away on the breeze as your walls rhythmically clench his shaft. He digs his fingers into your hips and thrusts up into you, fucking you through the orgasm for a few more heartbeats before following you over the edge.

You bury your face in the crook of his neck and gasp for breath, relishing the feel of his hands rubbing your back under the blanket as the aftershocks of your climax continue to squeeze him. "I love you," he states, his voice husky in your ear. "Love you, too," you pant, the thought that he's gonna be your husband in less than a week flashing into your mind and putting a smile on your face.

He eventually stands up and sets you in the chair, tugging his shorts up and pulling the blanket tighter around you as the wind picks up. "Let me blow out these candles real quick then let's go get a hot shower and get in bed."

"It's a little early to go to sleep," you tease.

"Who said anything about going to sleep?" he asks, giving you a wink before blowing out the candles.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Friday, 10/13/23

The next morning -- after serving Joe a quick breakfast and ushering him out the door -- you're drinking coffee and admiring the pretty peonies he brought you yesterday when a thought hits you.

"Maybe I should send him some flowers," you mutter to yourself, a smile curling your lips as you contemplate it. You send him a bouquet of purple and yellow roses every January 13th to celebrate the National Championship he won at LSU, but those are always delivered to the house instead of the facility.

"Let's surprise him," you giggle, dialing your fav local florist before you talk yourself out of it.

Several minutes later you've decided on a bouquet of 9 orange roses with some nice greenery to fill it out. The card reading:

For going above and beyond All my love, Y/n

~ ~ ~

A couple hours later you've just finished a work-out and are about to step in the shower when your phone rings. You check the display, a smile gracing your lips as you answer. "Hey gorgeous."

"Hey gorgeous," Joe echoes. "Thanks for the sexy flowers."

"You like them?"

"I love them. Seriously, they're really cool."

"Well, you deserve them after doing all the work to set up our ceremony Tuesday."

He gives a low chuckle. "All the guys think you sent 'em because I rocked your world in bed or something."

"Really?"

"Yep. Even Coach Taylor got in on it."

"No way," you whisper. "What did he say?"

"He said -- 'listen, stud. I'm glad you made your woman happy, but you better dial it back before game day. Make sure you save some energy for the game'."

You roll your eyes. "Leave it to a bunch of men to think it's all about sex."

"I'm hoping it was a little bit about sex," he pouts.

"Boy please!" you exclaim. "If I sent you flowers every time you rock my world, there would be no flowers left in the state of Ohio, or even in the whole damn tri-state area."

He considers this for a bit before laughing along with you. "That's true," he concedes.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Sunday, 10/15/23 - Paycor Stadium, Cincinnati, Ohio (just after the 17-13 win against the Seahawks)

You lean against the wall in the roped-off area of the tunnel designated for family of the players, chewing your lip as anxious thoughts scroll through your head -- how bad did he re-tweak his calf, and how pissed will he be at that dismal second half offensive performance? "A win is a win," you mumble to yourself, your pulse picking up when you see Joe striding toward you, the look on his face telling you that even though they managed to pull out the win, he is not happy.

He walks directly up to you and gathers you up in a tight hug, not saying a word out loud but conveying everything with his body language. You press a kiss against his neck then step back so his parents can greet him.

"You played great, Joey!" his mom gushes, giving him a hug as he gives you a 'here we go' look over her shoulder. She continues to praise his performance while he hugs his dad. Joe eventually takes a deep breath and interrupts her. "First half was fine, second half was crap," he grumbles, rolling his eyes when she disagrees with his assessment. "Don't say that," she scolds. "You were great today, start to finish."

Joe locks eyes with you and you speak up. "I think it's okay to admit that the offense wasn't really clicking in the second half." You shrug. "After OBJ went down, the o-line definitely struggled to give Joe a firm pocket, and the play calling got a little conservative because of that." You don't mention the fact that Joe clearly re-tweaked the calf and wasn't moving as well in the second half, but you'll definitely mention it to him later.

Robin raises her eyebrows then nods in agreement as you continue. "The main thing is the defense stepped up, and it was a great team win." You wink at Joe. "A win is a win, right, babe?"

"Right," he agrees, smiling for the first time since he approached y'all. "You wanna go do my post-game presser for me?"

"I think you can handle that," you chuckle, standing on your tiptoes to give him a kiss before he says his good-byes and heads for the locker room.

"You really know how to handle him," Robin states with a smile, not realizing that she's the one who just got handled.

~ ~ ~

You wave goodbye to Joe's parents as they drive off after dropping you back at home, rolling your shoulders to relieve some tension as you walk in the house.

You take a shower and pull on a pair of leggings and a long sleeve t-shirt plus some fuzzy socks, eventually heading downstairs to make some (dairy-free) hot chocolate. You scroll your phone while the hot chocolate simmers, smiling at Joe when he ambles in the door, his expression perking up as he sniffs the air.

"What's that delicious smell?" he asks, greeting you with a tight hug and a kiss.

"Hot chocolate," you grin. "You want some?"

"Hell yeah," he answers, dropping onto a barstool while you pour two large mugs of the rich, steaming beverage.

"I'm gonna have a little shot of chocolate liqueur in mine," you say, glugging a bit of the potent elixir in your mug before wagging the bottle at him. "Want some?"

"Yes, ma'am," he grins. "I'm officially on vacation for the next week." He grimaces as the words leave his mouth. "Well, I do have to go in tomorrow morning for assessment and treatment, but after that I'm on vacation."

"You re-tweaked it," you state, adding some liqueur to his mug before handing it to him. "How bad?"

"Not bad. It'll be fine with some rest." He blows on his drink before taking a sip, making 'mmmm' noises as he takes another sip. "I'll be home before lunch tomorrow."

You take a sip of your drink, your eyes going wide as a thought pops in your head. "I forgot the whipped cream," you grumble, grabbing the can of non-dairy whip out of the fridge and giving it a shake. "Want some?" you ask as you add a substantial mound of creamy whip to your drink. "Oh yeah," he moans, holding his mug closer so you can top his beverage.

Y'all spend the next twenty minutes sharing small talk and sipping your frothy drinks, talking about everything from the upcoming weather to the menu items you're going to order at the Lake Lodge restaurant.

"There's like a dozen things that look delicious," Joe says. "We may have to go more than once."

"I'm down," you chuckle, finishing off your drink before giving him a serious look. "Are you nervous?"

He shrugs. "I mean, if the trout meunière is crap, I'll just order another entree. That one's always hit or miss."

"I meant are you nervous that we're getting secretly married day after tomorrow?" you giggle.

"Oh!" He laughs along with you for a bit before settling down. "I'm not a bit nervous about that. Of all the big decisions I've made in my life, this is the one that I've never second-guessed."

Your toes curl inside your fuzzy socks at the earnest look on his face. "I feel the same way."

"Good." He gives you a smile before draining the last of his drink. "Listen, I wanna thank you for handling my mom when she started busting out the praise after the game."

"You're welcome. It worked like a charm."

"There seems to be no end to your talents," he purrs, giving you a wink. "Speaking of that," he continues as he stands up and grabs both of your mugs, setting them in the sink and running water in them. "Let's go upstairs and get naked. You just reminded me we only have two more days to have super dirty premarital sex."

You raise an eyebrow at him. "Are you saying we'll be having boring sex once we're married?"

"Don't worry, babe." He gives you a filthy grin before dropping a kiss on your lips. "We'll be having super dirty marital sex starting Tuesday."

"We better," you tease. "Because I'll get an annulment if you try to get by with lights-off missionary or some shit once you have me locked down."

"Let's go upstairs and I'll give you a preview of what's coming once you're locked down."

"Yes, sir," you purr, heading for the stairs, a sizzle of anticipation running through you when you look back and see him grabbing the can of whipped cream out of the fridge.

#joe burrow #joe burrow fan fic #joe burrow fanfic #joe burrow x reader #joe burrow imagine

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hearts-4-vicky · 3 months

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thinking abt milf!karina and giselle punishing g!p reader for cumming while they weren’t there 😩😩 they’d tie you up in a starfish position so that you can’t move at all!! they’d be ruthless and mean, saying you only think with your dick and nothing else as karina is riding your spent cock. you couldn’t even reply because giselle’s smothering you with her juicy fat cunt. they would swich potions so that you can eat your cum out of their cunts like it was ice cream. thinking abt the way they would untie your arms just so they can suffocate you with their milky tits, giselle infront of you riding your cock, her tits all in your mouth while her milk was dripping down your face and rina was behind you degrading you so much you but it was just making you shoot blanks into giselles cunt and then switching positions again until they got tired😩😩

my jaw DROPPED readin this babes omggg ur mind is just so😵‍💫

warnings: g!p reader, sub reader, sensitive reader (readers also a loser), dom idols, rina and gigi r mean , caught masturbating, mommy kink, bondage, degradation, belly bulge, creampies, overstimulation, face sitting/riding, cum eating, lactation, nipple sucking, reader cries near the end (LOSER 🫵)

(not proofread, i fell asleep writing this n i kinda changed a few things hope u dont mind😭)

with your girls on tour, you were so pent up☹️ you felt bad for breaking their only rule but you couldn’t help it! (head empty, just thinkin w ur dick😝) pulling up their drama fancams to jerk off to🥺🥺 so focused on cumming, you didnt hear the front door unlock and rushed footsteps to the bedroom😵‍💫 gigi swung the door open with jimin trailing behind her,

“baby! we missed yo- what do you think you’re doing.” your blood ran cold as the cheery tone of your girlfriend changed to something more dominant, something you missed oh so dearly😋😋 still stroking your dick, her words brought you over the edge, your cum erupting from your raging red tip (damn bitch) “A-aeri! Rina! um hi! how… how are you-guys..?” panting out a response before suddenly feeling each of your limbs being tied to your bedposts. having them back to use you for their own pleasure got you harder by the second, which was noticed by jimin “You broke our only rule slut, you know what’s gonna happen now..” watching the two goddesses in front of you undress nearly made you cum 😵‍💫 “aeri? ri-“ “ its mommy to you horny bitch.” the only thing you felt was aeri’s pussy lips grind against your mouth, coating your lips with her slick🫠 as your tongue started to slip between her folds, you feel a sudden warmth engulf your cock, nearly busting in karina once you realize it was her :( !! bouncing up and down on your dick, rina found her perfect pace😍 she felt ever twitch your cock did as her wet walls hugged your already throbbing cock 🫤“oh f-fuck! Stupid slut already gonna cum ugh, again? Barely started and you’re already fucking twitching.” whimpering at her remarks sent vibrations throughout aeris core, her fat cunt grinding faster on your tongue as her moans soon turned into squeals😵‍💫 with both girls practically suffocating you with their pussies, so of course you came faster than anticipated!!🥺 your dick shot all of your warm load straight into rinas womb🫠 “u-ugh!! shit- want mommy to get pregnant huh? MMGH! y-you dont wanna share your mommies right? you know what you have to do…” you take notice of the cum running down to your balls as karina got off your dick, giving balls a harsh slap to keep you in place. finally getting a chance to breathe as gigi and jimin moved to switch places, gigi already eager to ride your sensitive cock! “you made a big mess here baby..” “sorry mommy! didnt mean to!!” you shut up once jimin’s pretty pussy was closer to your face, she had you drooling, even more now it was freshly creampied😵‍💫

“well? Cmon” jimin has one of her hands spreading her folds to let your cum drip on your face, waiting for your next move “m-mommy.. wan a taste please :(“ (OMG IM FUCKING DYING READING THIS SHIt OVER N OVER AGAIN HELP MEE) “there you go… guess you’re not as useless as mommy thought hm?”

as soon as rina hovered her dripping cunt over your mouth, gigi started grinding on your dick, letting you feel how wet she was😵‍💫 “missed this dick so ah! fucking much! too bad you always cum t-too fast!” it took everything in your soul to prevent yourself from proving her statement true :(!!

“the fuck you waiting for stupid whore? did you dick replace your brain? taste your cum..” shoving your head into her warm, dripping cunt🫠🫠🫠 as soon as your tongue met her pussy, your cum found its way on your tongue🤫🧏 it was salty and sweet at the same time? and her juices made your cum taste even better😜 you lapped at her cunt while aeri was trying to get you to cum already, pussy aching for something to fill her up!!😍 both of their moans nearly muffled the sound of skin against skin! karina noticed how eager you were to eat her creampied pussy and the way you struggled against the ropes tying you down😵‍💫 aeris warm pussy around your cock and karinas cunt suffocating you had your head spinning, and so close to releasing the rest of your cum into aeris womb🫠 aeris moans turned into screams as your load filled her up😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 a slight bulge in her stomach appeared as she stopping riding you, squirting all over your stomach at each gush of cum in her awaiting cunt🫠 you noticed jimin hasnt cum yet, you disappointed her twice in the same night “stupid girl… you couldnt even wait for your mommies to cum before you? worthless bitch, you’re lucky your dick is so fucking good..” karina stared into your eyes as she degraded you, not failing to notice how tears started to form on your pretty eyelashes🥺🥺

time skip….

“Babygirl, you know I didnt mean any of that right? Please dont be upset with me…”

No response.

“Sweetheart…?”

Nothing.

“Rina, shes sleeping dumbass. shes been suckin on my boobs like a baby when you were having your little momen- OW! fuck she just bit me…”

“sucks to suck bitch🖕“

“shhhhh… jimmy you’re so fucking loud….”

“… sorry baby”

IM SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG I TOOK THE FATTEST NAP IN THE MIDDLE OF WRITING THIS OMG (the nap was hella good)

Also, WHEN DID THAT GP WONY FIC GET 400 LIEKS THE FUCK 😭😭😭😭

Thank you guys for everything because DAMNNNNN

OLEASE DONT SEND ANYMORE MATH WUESUTONSSSS

Stay safe and Love you lots ❤️

-Vicky 💋

#anon ask #wlw #aespa smut #vicky’s asks #aespa giselle smut #aespa x reader #aespa karina smut #aespa karina x reader #audiz smut #aeri uchinaga smut #aeri uchinaga x reader #yoo jimin smut #yoo jimin x reader

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thesassypadawan · 2 months

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Fat Bottom *part 1* (Hayden x FemReader)

Summary: Hayden was never really an ass man until he met you. Especially now that your ‘happy weight’ has set in, and that booty be popping…out of them leggings. Hope you lovelies also enjoy Sweater Stretchers *part 2*!

Warnings: 18+ (mdni), because there sooo much of the smut. Some fun from behind and, as always…Hayden’s big dick.

- You love wearing leggings…and so does Hayden. ‘The tighter the better’ he always says while giving your butt a good smack.

- And, well, lately that’s been the case. Your ‘happy weight’ has finally set in. Not that either of you are complaining, you both are loving on your new curves. Your poor leggings though, not so much.

- Pushed nearly to their limit, you know you should probably retire them and get some new ones. Especially before you have an ‘incident’, but where’s the fun in that.

- Secretly you want them to finally give out in front of Hay; just to see his reaction, what he’ll do.

- So patiently you wait for the day to come. Until one lazy Sunday afternoon…

- You don’t think much about it, you always sit on the island when you’re in the kitchen together. Afterall, it is your spot. This time though, when you hop up, you hear the sound of taring. Followed by the feeling of cold marble pressing against your bare skin.

- “Oh!” You squeak excitedly, face a tad red as you squirm a bit. “Um, Hay, can you do me a favor?”

- “Yeah, angel? What is it?” He asks, glancing over his shoulder.

- Biting your lip, you slid off. “Did I rip my leggings?” You coo, turning around. Pantyless booty on full display. Not so subtly wiggling your hips at him.

- Needless to say, he’s on you like a man starved. Large hands hungerly kneading and groping your plump peach, pressing his body against yours. “Hate to tell you this, babe, but you did,” he happily mutters.

- Grinding into his touch, you pout playfully. “Oh, shoot. My butt’s too big. Guess, I’ll have to lose some weight.”

- That earns you a firm squeeze and a growl in your ear. “Don’t you dare. Love this fat bottom.”

- “Prove it,” you giggle, bending yourself over. “Show me how much you do.”

- The words barely leave your mouth before Hayden has one of your legs hiked up onto the island. The other supporting you on the floor, balanced precariously on your tip toes.

- Looking back you watch as he pushes down the waistband of his sweats. Freeing his massive cock, giving it a few quick strokes and lining himself up.

- With his bulbous tip pressing at your soaked entrance, Hay flashes you one of those damn smiles. “I think I can manage that.” And slides into you, moans and whimpers falling from your lips.

- Gripping onto your hips, he starts to pump into your needy pussy. Hitting deep, prodding at your cervix as he bottoms out over and over.

- “Hay… Hay…”, you mewl desperately while he speeds up. Hips slapping against your butt, the lewd sound filling the air. The sensation driving you absolutely crazy.

- Looming over you, he leans down. Nipping possessively at your neck. “Fuck. Love this ass. So round. So juicy. So perfect.”

- You can tell he was getting close by the way his grip around you tightens. His thrusts grow stronger as he lifts your toes off the floor. Hiking your hips up with one strong arm, long fingers on his other hand finding your neglected clit.

- Stars begin to fill your vision as he circles your little nub. The pleasure building up inside you nearing overwhelming from the way your booty bounces with every movement. “Gonna… Gonna…”

- And with one hard pinch, you're sent crashing over the edge. Your walls clinging to his length as you gush around him. “Cum!”

- “So tight,” he grunts, you clenching down on him. That doesn’t slow him though. If anything, it spurs him to pound you faster…harder.

- “Promise me!” He slams deep into you again and again. Hips smacking harshly into yours. “You’ll never lose this butt!”

- Burying his cock one last time, he cums hard. Hot ropes painting your insides, shooting deep within you. Filling you deliciously, making you whimper as he stuffs you so well.

- “Promise,” you moan, collapsing onto the island. The cool surface gives you relief from the heat that consumes your whole body.

- Pressing his chest against your back, Hayden kisses and nibbles your neck softly. Whispering words that has your stomach and walls clenching in anticipation. “Good. Now what do you say we go ruin the rest?”

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princessmaybank · 4 months

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Breakfast In Bed

Pairings: JJ x fem!gf!reader

Warnings: somno, oral (fem receiving), masturbation.

Summary: JJ wakes reader up with his tongue.

Authors Note: Enjoy!

*JJ's POV*

Fuck she tasted so sweet. I could never get enough of her. I lapped my tongue against her folds before wrapping my lips around her clit. I wasn't sure if I wanted her to wake up or just stay peacefully asleep.

I'd be lying if I said this was only to please her. I was so fucking turned on in this moment, I had to reach down and start stroking myself to ease my hormones.

My tongue started doing figure 8's. It was almost like muscle memory at this point. I found myself pushing my tongue into her needy little hole. Between that and my hand working down below, I moaned from all this intense pleasure.

Apparently I was a little too loud, because it woke up my sleepy princess. "JJ..? Wha-" I cut her off with a shhhh. She threw her head back to just enjoy this glorious moment. I let go of my cock and pushed her legs into the air so I could get a better angle. Before I dove back into her juicy pussy, I decided to tease her a little bit. I kissed pretty much everywhere besides where she needed me the most.

It was time to stop teasing my baby. I could tell how turned on she was, just by looking at her. She was so wet for me. My pretty girl. Needing me. And all I wanted was to be at her service.

I dipped down and licked a long slow stripe up her cunt. It wasn't fair how much this did to me. I couldn't help but touch myself some more. My hand found my balls, I fondled myself as I licked and sucked on her delicious little bundle of nerves.

She could help but moan out my name every few seconds, which was music to my ears. That was almost enough to make me cum right then and there.

"Oh JJ please don't stop I'm gonna cum." She squealed out. I wasn't going to stop now. "Cum all over my tongue baby." I said sliding my tongue in and out of her once again. My fingers found her clit and rubbed in fast circles, making sure I was causing pleasure and not pain.

I was stroking myself so fast that I was almost ready to cum, but I wanted to wait for her. We always cum together, or I always make sure she cums first.

I heard her curse under her breath and the next thing I knew, her cum was all over my face. That was enough to send me over the edge, my cum shot out everywhere on the bed. It was a complete accident, and I can't believe I let it happen. Not gonna lie I was a little embarrassed, but she made sure I didn't feel that way. "Thank you for the surprise wake up call babe, but it's my turn for breakfast in bed." I laughed before responding. "Round 2? You're on!"

#jj maybank #outer banks #rudy pankow smut #obx fic #rudy pankow x reader #jj maybank smut #obx x reader #outer banks smut #jj maybank imagine #smut prompts

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Hi Reina!!! <33 what would be Heethan reaction if they were to a mariage and when the it's time to throw the bouquet, reader caught the bouquet? (as you may know that if we catch the bouquet we are supposed to get married) I love you so much you're my favorite writer <33

🦝 anon

oooohohoho this is juicy! I’m gonna answer in great detail!

First off, he’d make sure you both attend a friends wedding with you dressed to the nines, despite you not being the bride. You’re the most beautiful girl in his eyes and even though he has you all to himself, he likes to show you off. ;)

He’d watch over you like a hawk the entire time. If anyone dares to approach and ask you to dance, they’re going to meet an unpleasant end after this wedding.

his eyes are going to watch you with an expression of desire and yearning. You look too good, and he’s going to stand off to the side leaned up against a wall in his tux, head tilted and smirking. he won’t ever be more than 3-5 feet away from you.

you stand among a group of friends, not really intending on participating in the traditional event. You stood off the side and watched all the other girls reaching up and yelling out to the bride, desperate to get their hands on that bouquet.

the bride turns around, her back facing the eager crowd and she closes her eyes and swings her hands over her head. Her lack of coordination and aim caused the bouquet to lapse over to the side and fly directly in your direction. you gently catch the bouquet with wide eyes and a surprise expression. 😲

The girls all pout and frown as they see you holding the large bouquet. It’s heavier than how it looks. You look up at the crowd with your lips stuttering, trying to find the words to calm them.

suddenly, you feel yourself being thrashed away. Pulled at the waist, you’ gasp out your breath and become shook by being taken away from the audience.

Dragged away, everyone stood with wide eyes, just as shocked as you when you slowly disappear. You only see his backside as he continues to pull you through the rows of parked cars, until he gets to his own.

his movements and level of force nearly had you convinced that he was angry. But for what? It wasn’t as if you intentionally tried to catch the bouquet.

he throws you into the seat, before getting in and starting the car. His eyes are stern, he displays no smile and doesn’t say a thing. To make matters even more frightening, he steered the wheel with one hand while he maintained a strong hold on your neck, slightly having you leaned in, facing him, over the center console. “Babe? Heeseung? Please….why won’t you talk to me?”

he keeps his eyes on the road. His silence wasn’t the only thing that was constant, he didn’t bother to look at you the entire drive, only staring dead at the road. Your body halfway twisted as he kept you in close proximity over the center, your rear bed barely touching the seat, you start to feel sore and uncomfortable. Why won’t he say anything? Was he angry that you caught the bouquet without his permission?

the drive finally ends and he quickly unbuckles his seatbelt and gets out, dragging you along with him. You’re in an unfamiliar setting and grow more fearful as he takes you inside a building.

A desk at the front is before you. There stands a lone woman who greets the both of you as you entered. “Hello, what can I help you with?”

“you have a a magistrate available?” His tone is deep and stern, just like his eyes.

“Why yes sir, are you seeking our walk in services?”

He quickly answers, ensuring that you stand behind either his hand gripped around your wrist. He fills out some documents, while the woman comes back to the lobby with the magistrate. “Hello there! What a lovely couple. My assistant has told me you are looking to seal your vows and need your marriage officiated, and that you’re in a hurry?”

Heeseung nods without looking at the minister, who willfully agrees to officiate your ‘wedding’ through a high level of kindness and understanding. “I’ll be happy to do that for you both. Do you have anyone to stand and bear witness to the ceremony?” Heeseung nods once more and just then, the door opens. Six young men enter, one of which was Jake.

“H-Heeseung….” You stutter as he drags you behind him, following the minister. “Heeseung!” You whisper desperately after experiencing his ignorant behavior once more.

He stands you across from him. The pastel beige colored dress served as your bridal gown as he joined his hands with yours, and the minister begins his introduction. “Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today…” Heeseung’s hands tighten around yours, and you stand confused and scared. Is he seriously going to make you marry him right now? In this way? What about his agreeing in letting you finish college? Why? All because you bc sight a bouquet?

The minister asks Heeseung to repeat the vows. When it came to your turn, he strategically tugs on your palms, causing you to hiccup an “I do.” Never allowing the minister to suspect the use of force that was present. “I hereby announce you as husband, and wife. You may now kiss the bride.”

The six young men all cheer and chant Heeseung’s name as he pulls you by the neck into a passionate kiss. Just as quickly as he brought you in, he took you right back out upon finalizing the rightful procedures and signing the marriage license. All of his friends continue their chant as they trailed behind and followed closely behind you both.

He pulls you back inside the car, holds you by the neck for the final time and pulls you into a kiss. Pausing, he whispers against your pout with a grin…

“Catching bouquets, are we?” He slaps another kiss on your lips. “I thought you wanted to wait until you finished college. Guess you couldn’t wait.”

You tried to object and set the record straight but he wouldn’t let you. He grips your mouth into a full make out. “You know what comes next after marriage baby?”

You shake your head. “Heeseung no…”

“Oh yes.”

His eyes couldn’t hide it. You knew better that this man, while carrying the potential of being a great father, merely only wanted to put his deed inside you to trap you for all eternity, ensuring that you could never leave even if you had wanted to. The thought of marrying him and having his baby was a dream that you wanted to experience the traditional way and I due time, but not like this. “Heeseung no…not like this.”

“It’s so damn cute that you—“ kissing you once again, he pauses as he tucks your hair behind an ear. “think you have a choice.”

Your eyes sting with the tears coming through. “You wouldn’t want to break the traditions of marriage, would you? After all…”

He leans closer. “You’re the one that caught the bouquet. And I’m a man that doesn’t like tie waste time, especially with my pretty wife.” Grabbing on to your thigh, he pulls you into the backseat and crawls onto of you. Grinning darkly, he looks down at you with a taunting smile that took pity on your helpless appearance. “Now, lay there and watch me fuck a baby inside you. I’ll make you into a mommy, make you quit school, and be my perfect stay at home wife and mother to our children. I’ll take care of everything else. You will stay safe and forever be near me. I’m going to watch my baby grow inside you. You’re going to be my perfect soulmate.”

He goes on and on. You see the insanity of his obsession and love for you, and it scares you to death. “I want you to always remember this y/n…you did this to me. You have this effect and made me crave you. This is all your fault and I’m going to remind you every single day.”

Your breath hitches. “Heeseung…it’s not my fault that I was born the way that I am. I never asked for this…for you to choose me. Please take it easy.”

He smirks again. “Oh pretty…maybe you shouldn’t have been born then? Maybe in the next life, you should remember that. But if you still come into the world, don’t worry, I’ll come find you and make you mine again.”

#heeseung x reader #heeseung scenarios #enha x reader #heeseung smut #heeseung hard hours #heeseung fanfic #heeseung hard thoughts #enhypen smut #enhypen hard hours #enha heeseung #yandere heeseung imagines #heeseung yandere

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ryndicate · 11 months

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45 ⨳ Soul Evans

Warnings: fem body, creampie, feeeelings (@cwgyuutaro), mid 20s Soul, canonverse, weapon!reader

Event: 2023 Summer Anthology

Notes: @medusashima if i remember correctly it was you who requested Soul so here's a little courtesy tag and a thank you for participating and choosing such a juicy line for him <3

“This really isn’t subtle, you know,” you mewl, putting your teeth in his shoulder to try and muffle your own sounds, arms tight around his shoulders, clinging to him as he pants into your neck. His hands are hot as he moves you on his dick, your legs secured around his waist,

"Maybe you shouldn't be so loud then." He chuckles at the little oof you give out as he lets your back fall to the sleeping bag, settling firmly over you.

“Then maybe you should hurry up!”

Soul ignores your pointed whine, giving you a small glare as you try to let your legs fall; he readjusts the grip of your legs around his waist so he can lean in closer, pressing your tacky foreheads together. “Nah, I don’t think I’m gonna.”

“Soul,” you whisper, the only voice to your plea as you submit to his tongue as he pries your lips open with his tongue. His fingers tighten on your ass and you feel yourself squeeze tight around him. Soul groans down your throat, the muscles in his thighs jumping as he fights to keep control of his current pace.

Neither of you are strangers to quick, casual hookups; back home that’s the norm. It’s this that’s rare—usually reserved for late night’s with too much beer, or a distraction from a frustrating day—this version of Soul. Right now he’s slow, torturous, intent. Undeterred by the embarrassing sounds of your pelvises slapping together, when they are slapping together. Sometimes he’s just seated in your hot cunt, accompanied by little grinds as he puts more focus into running his hands over your body, steady, firm, like he’s mapping new territory. Like he’s not had access to every inch of your body for the last several months.

A pitched keen pulls from your throat, blocked by his tongue and dissolving into whimpers as he worships your body. He shushes you softly, pressing his lips to yours gently, across your swollen bottom lip, then the corners, continuing the comforting sound as his lips track down the column of your throat.

“If you’re really so worried about someone hearing, then tone it down,” Soul noses at your jaw, sucking a dark mark there, feeling his pulse kick at the little whine you let out even as you let him do it, “Make it soft. Make it just for me, ‘mkay?”

You tremble at his touch and nod, the warm pads of his fingers as he traces over the mark he just left behind, eyes burning with things the two of you have never spoken about. Things you think you’re beginning to understand, even if a little. Things that frighten you.

“Good.”

You clasp a hand over your mouth as he raises himself up a little and begins to move in the way that you’ve been begging him to since the moment you fell into his tent at the end of the night. Everyone else is a mere couple meters away, with nothing but a few layers of nylon between you. Your words a little more than breaths slipping between your fingers. “Mn- yes, please like that.”

“Haah,” Soul groans against your cheek, gritting his teeth at the starry bliss in your eyes, framed by tear laden lashes. The way you look right now, carefully taken a part—it’s exactly what he wanted but he’s still not had enough of you. He’s starting to think he never will. His cock is throbbing, wrapped snug in your wet heat, and the coiling ball in his gut is winded so tight that it wouldn’t take much to send him reeling to oblivion.

All his restraint vanishes when your nails dig into his back, chanting his name under your breath. “Soul please, please. Can’t take anymore. Need it, need you to—”

“Oh fuck, babe,” Soul groans, a shudder wracking through his body as you gasp. “Fuck, I’m s’close. You’re s’good, you feel s’good. Perfect for me, babe.”

Your heart flutters at little scrunch of his nose, how his words start to blur together as his own urgency rips down every wall that he uses to put himself together, and he’s left bared in front of you. It never fails to exhilirate you.

“I need you to come,” he rasps, a exertion making his voice weak, pretty even. He pets over your clit so sweetly, insistently, steady and even and so, so perfect that you forget everything. There’s just you and him and this heaven shattering feeling rushing through your veins and tipping you into the realm of no return. “I need it, need you t’come for me. Please, please, babe ‘s okay now, let go.” His voice breaks as you start to gush over his cock, slick sounds getting obscene, but it’s lost to the sound of Soul’s voice as he comes apart for you. “For me, babe, need you to– that’s it– awhh fuck yes– Y-yes, yes, yes, yes—”

He shudders against your chest, still humping into you in broken, jerky motions as he unloads hot, sticky white into your twitching cunt. You’re too overcome with your own orgasm and his sweet little groans to truly register that he’s never done that before. You’re so full of him, of his cum, of his half hardness, still valiantly twitching inside you like he never wants to leave.

You trace sticky lines up and down the valley of his shoulder blades for a few moments, the both of you sheltering in this quiet bliss before you have to return to reality.

“I should really go,” you whisper to him softly after a few minutes of increasingly uneasy silence. “We’ve lost enough sleep. Our meisters will be depending on us tomorrow.

“Yeah, alright.” He sighs and lets himself slip out of you, intensely watching the way his seed spills out of you the moment he stops blocking it’s path. “Let me clean you up first.”

You let your head rest back with a small sound of content as he digs in his pack for something to wipe you down with, and roll over when he’s finished, fishing for your discarded clothing.

Soul tugs his pants on, and sits watching you, his forearms resting over his bent knees. “You know I should be apart of the frontal assault team.”

“Lord Death wanted you and Maka to lead the rear reinforcements, he wants the finish to be decisive. There’s no one better for such a task.”

“Yeah, I heard it all in the briefing,” Soul scoffs, wiping his hands on his thighs and standing up and helping you out of his tent.

His malcontent is like a quiet storm, brewing in the distance, never to truly breach the horizon. He doesn’t fight losing battles, and he knows that the chance to change this has long since passed.

“You’ll catch up with us soon,” you assure him with a fragile smile, lacing your fingers with his gently.

“You bet your ass we will,” Soul responds quietly, carmine eyes studying your face like he’ll find something new. Only the tiniest squeeze of his fingers around yours betrays that unshakable facade of his, alerts you that he’s thinking the same thing as you. The words “take care” itch across your tongue, but neither of you dare tell the other. Both of you have known from the beginning, wrapped tight in the mutual understanding that if anything were to go wrong today, you would both do your duty as weapons.

You sigh and let him go, adjusting your haori and then your hair, preparing to slink back to your tent.

“Oi.”

You turn back to him. His voice is back to that indolent drawl, the one that used to have you at each other’s throats back in the day. He’s got his thumb under his headband, adjusting silvery strands in silence until he turns his eyes on you.

“When we get back…I’m done hidin’. I’m don’t want to be that kind of guy anymore.”

“O-oh,” you breathe, startled, a fluttery feeling rising in your chest, battling your fear for the coming battle. “Okay.”

Soul gives you a sharp half-smile, echoing himself. “When, you hear me?”

After a moment you realize what he’s saying and after another second of though you nod, unsure but unable to deny him this little tangle of hope.

“When.”

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boldlyvoid · 2 years

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A wet dream just dangling

18+ Eddie Munson x Plus Size Reader

Summary: As her best friend, he was always there to answer any question she had... he just never expected her to talk about how smoking weed makes her horny but not wet.

Warnings: brief mention of reader x gareth, insecure reader, mentions of fatphobia, teasing, love confessions, body worship, teasing, wet dreams mentioned, Eddie has a perv shoe box full of photos of her, taking sexy photos together, oral sex (F receiving), fingering, squirting, spit, titty fucking

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She sat on Eddie’s bed beside him, he was playing a new song on his guitar and scribbling things down on some paper, a cigarette dangling between his lips while his right hand changed between holding a pencil and a pick. They got high together not too long ago, she was still feeling peak stupid, she could barely keep the words from tumbling out.

“You remember my date the other night?”

“Yeah,” he glances at her. “Anything juicy you wanna share?”

She nods, embarrassed but needing advice, “we had sex…”

“That bad?” He could hear it in her voice.

“It was my fault though,” she prefaces. “You know how you can get cotton mouth? Well, you can get it down there too…”

“I don’t follow?”

She sighs, he wasn’t going to get it unless she spelled it out for him. “I mean when I’m high I can’t get wet and we got high, as you do at lovers lake, and so it was like so uncomfortable I never finished and he felt bad and so I felt bad—

“Wait, really? That can happen?”

She nods, her body on fire with self-pity, it was so uncomfortable sharing this but she thought he might be able to help. “It’s the worst cause weed makes me so horny, I wanna fuck anything and everyone but when I’m with people I dry up, it’s like my vagina has performance anxiety?”

That makes him laugh, “well, maybe it’s not totally your fault, they could just not know what they’re doing… did he just kiss you a bit and move right to fucking you?” He asks, taking the last haul from his cigarette and putting it out on his ashtray.

She nods, pondering if she should tell him who it was or not… “it wasn’t good… and you know him too…”

“That’s even worse!” He’s like offended, “it was Gareth, wasn’t it? I’m gonna have to talk to him 'cause this is a 1-star review and I should have at least 3-star guys in my band…”

She can’t help but laugh, nodding cause he was right, “he’s still a good kisser though… I think he was just scared cause I’m fat—

“No you’re not,” he cuts her off, brows furrowed, disappointed in her. “Don’t say that, it’s nothing to be ashamed of, you have a wonderful body and it’s a fucking shame that no guy has worshiped you right? Seriously, I can’t believe Gareth got to fuck you before me and didn’t even do it right!”

“Why, what would you do?” She asks, followed by taking a sharp gulp, nervous and hornier than ever before at the same time.

“With big girls in general or with you specifically?” He starts to blush.

“Is there a difference?”

He can’t help but laugh, she had no idea how many different scenarios he’s come up with in his head about the two of them. “I’m pretty generous enough as it is… but knowing your little issue… mmm,” he can’t help but lick his lips as his eyes trail her body. “I wanna make you squirt.”

She gasps, “Y-you’ve specifically thought about having sex w-with me?” She’s still lost on that.

He nods, “since we’re being all honest and shit, you’re basically all I think of when I Jack off… you’re like perfect spank bank material for me, babe. Fuck, I’ve wanted to get my lips on you for years!!” He moves his guitar to the floor and frees up his lap… he’s hard in his jeans and she can’t help but stare, even as he’s motioning for her to move in closer.

She suddenly can’t breathe, the thought of him touching himself while thinking of her was too much. The fact that it was only her…… she could feel herself getting wet suddenly, moisture collecting in her panties as her thighs pressed together. It made sense, seeing as she thought of him when she got off at home, of course, he could get her wet without even touching her.

“To do what?” Is all she can ask.

He hops off his bed then, not scared to show her just what he means by spank bank. He gets down in his stomach and reaches under as far as he can, he pulls out a shoe box and hands it to her, “it’s gross, but it’s all you…”

He takes the lid off and the first thing she can see is the Polaroids they took together at the pool last year. She was in a full-piece bathing suit, lounging on a sun chair, it was a photo she hated when she first saw it. She felt chubby and insecure and yet Eddie had more of them, photos she’s never even known existed, showing off her boobs, her thighs, her tummy rolls… there was even more under the photos. He had a pair of her underwear that she lost years ago, a bracelet she made him, a scrunchie and some clips, even a train ticket from when they went to see the eagles last year… it was a memory box merged with his wank material, and yet it made her heart feel full.

“Why?” She holds the photos up, still stuck on the fact he liked her out of everyone in the world.

“I think you’re sexy, I mean, I had a crush on you when we met and I watched you get hotter over time…” he shrugs. “It’s why I take so many photos of you when you’re over here and just doing nothing… I just like to look at you and think about you touching me and loving on me— god, I crave your touch so much and you never want to cuddle or be close to me, not like when we were kids, and I miss you so much.”

“I’m here all the time?”

“But you’re over there,” he references to the space between them. “You always sit near the end of my bed or on the floor, you’re never sat close enough for me to make a move or feel you up… believe me, I have wanted to be with you for so long.”

“Eddie…” she sits on her knees and crawls over to him, “why didn’t you say anything?”

She sits right in his lap, cupping his face while his hands feel up her thick thighs and grope her ass as he pulls her in closer. “I didn’t know how…”

“You wanna know the truth?” She whispers, watching him nod ever so sweetly, he was enamoured by her. “I was afraid of being close to you 'cause I’m big… I feel ugly sometimes if I’m not freshly shaven or if I feel swollen that day and it’s always so hot in here and I’m sweaty and—and I wear pants to hide my legs and I can’t wear tank tops cause I feel huge in them and I don’t want you to—

“What? Judge you?” It breaks his heart. “No, no baby, I want you to be comfortable when you’re over here, I love you, all of you.”

They both still, he can’t believe he said it and she can’t believe this is real. “You love me?”

He nods, tears kinda welling in his eyes, and he clears his throat with embarrassment. “Yeah, I have since you sat beside me during middle school orientation.”

“That was almost a decade ago,” she whispers, disappointed that she had to wait so long. “I’ve been dating random losers and hating myself for years when I could’ve been happy with you…”

“This is a two-way street babe,” he teases her. “I never said anything because you got distant—

“I hit puberty,” she reminds him. “It’s not my fault you were a late bloomer. Do you know how hard it is to have all guy friends while your boobs are growing in and you have to bleed once a month? It’s weird and awkward and all you seemed to care about back then was playing pretend with the boys.”

“I do miss when we could run around in the woods like idiots,” he reminisces. “Remember the time you were a princess locked in a tower that was just the old play set over by the murder house and we slayed a dragon for you?”

She nods, “we had our first kiss that day, how could I forget?”

“It was your idea,” he reminds her, a proud smirk plastered to his face. “You said I deserved a token of your gratitude but you didn’t have a hankie, so you kissed me instead.”

“Gareth was pissed,” she teases him back. “He thought he deserved a kiss too…”

“We did save you together,” Eddie still backs Gareth up. “It was weird watching you kiss him right after me.”

“What can I say, I’m the people's princess,” she tosses her hair off her shoulder playfully. “At least I can say you’re the better lover…”

Still sitting in his lap, still feeling each other up, his hands are so warm on her back while his eyes flick down to her lips, “you wanna know a secret?”

She nods this time, nervous to hear what he has to say.

“I’ve had this reoccurring wet dream about you for years. It always starts off the same, you catch me jerking off to my photos of you and you sit on my face as my punishment… and the one thing you say is ‘you’re always pleasing yourself it’s time you pleased me’ and fuck, it makes me cum untouched thinking about being suffocated under your thighs and pussy…” he’s panting by the time he’s done talking, his chest heaving, his grip on her ass tighter than before. “Please? I don’t care if I fucking die under you, I want to be smothered by your delicious pussy, I wanna make it wetter than it’s ever been before— fuck I wanna make you squirt on me that’s how badly I want to please you.”

In a moment of confidence, she feels powerful and sexy for once in her life and it just slips out. “Well, it’s about fucking time you pleased me instead of yourself, you selfish little slut.”

He moans, his hips bucking under her, jolting with pleasure as his cock hardened even more. “Please?”

“You’d be the first one,” she whispers. “No one’s ever eaten me out before, I never thought anyone would…”

He lays back and claps, “your chariot, m’lady.”

She giggles, “I still have my clothes on, bud.”

“Chop, chop,” he teases as he sits up again and lifts her up as he transitions to his knees, he tosses her down so she’s laying on her back and begins unbuttoning her pants. “Oh this is a fucking dream come true, I swear I’m asleep right now…”

“I was thinking the same thing!” She teases as she rips her shirt off, laying there in just a bra and her soaking wet panties.

“sweet fuck,” he stills. “Can I take a picture of you, please?”

She nods, taking a deep breath to suck in her stomach and her anxieties, “sure…”

“Babe,” he tosses his head to the side, “no, don’t be nervous, I’m literally rock fucking hard for you.” He grips his cock through his jeans, showing her just how suffocated he was behind his zipper. “This is all because of you.”

“Fuck,” she mumbles, biting her lip, “you can do whatever the fuck you want to me, Eddie…”

He groans and tosses his head back, his hands balled into fists, he celebrates with a little shake of excitement. “Thank you, god, I knew if I was good enough you’d finally let this happen.”

“You’re so dramatic,” she teases him, feeling slightly more confident the more he played it up. “Where’s your camera?”

“Over there,” he sighs and gets off the bed. He puts the shoebox on the floor and kicks it back under his bed where it belongs, “you wanna undress me or should I just?”

“Can I?” She sits on the edge of the bed again with him standing between her legs. He nods, watching carefully as she unbuckles his belt and pushes it out of the way to unbutton his jeans. “you can take off your shirt…”

“Okay,” his arms cross as he grips the hem and pulls it over his head, shaking his hair out of his face once he’s free of the cotton confines of the shirt.

“Effortless,” she whispers.

“Hm?”

“You’re so fucking hot and you don’t even have to try,” she admits. “You have no idea, do you?”

“Says you,” he pushes her hair back behind her ear, gazing down at her. “You realize you’re like, better than the girl of my dreams, right?”

“No way!” She shakes her head in disbelief. “What? How?”

“Cause she’s not real, you are,” he whispers, leaning in finally and pressing his lips to hers, ever so gently. He breathes her in deep, savouring the kiss for as long as possible. He hasn’t kissed her in years and this kiss is evident of that.

Every feeling he’s had for her over the last—however many years it’s been, they’re all in this kiss. Every late night thought about her, every flirtatious joke, every longing stare, it was all leading up to this moment.

He goes to kiss her again and again, only making her smile as she realizes just how serious he is, “you love me…”

“I really do,” he kisses along her neck as he lays her back against the sheets. “Stay…” he orders, staring at her as he backs away and grabs his camera. He turns it on during his walk back to her, he makes sure it has enough film in it and holds the viewfinder up to his eye. “Say cheese.”

She covers her face with her hands, overly exposed in front of him and nervous beyond belief. “If we break up you’ve gotta promise to burn those…” she mumbles under her hands and peaks out slightly to see him frowning as he lowered the camera as the photo rolled out.

“Unless you dump me, I don’t see that ever happening.”

“Me either,” she can’t help but smile at him.

He puts the camera on his night table and pushes his jeans off, finally. She sits back up and reaches out for him, she palms his erection through his boxers, making him suck in a moan as he bit his lip, “fuck…”

“Do you wanna know what my wet dreams about you are like?” She whispers up to him, watching him nod. “I’ve always thought about giving you a handy… like cuddling together with you’re head in my tits while I jerk you off and you’re just this whiny little mess— fuck you’re so cute and sexy, Eddie, how do you do it?”

“Says you,” he cups her face in his hands as she takes his cock out of his boxers, resting the elastic band under his balls so she could fondle them as she stroked his cock.

“I want you to fuck my tits and cum all over me,” she admits, no longer shy.

“I can do that,” he can’t help the groan that leaves his throat, his eyes slightly rolling back into his head. He takes a deep breath and gets down on his knees, “but first, I need to taste you… please?”

“Uh-uh,” she sits back up, “what happened to me sitting on your face?”

“It’ll be easier to make you squirt like this…”

“I don’t wanna make a mess,” she whispers to him. “Shouldn’t we put towels down or something?”

He just laughs as he loops his arms around her thighs and hauls her to the edge of the bed, “I don’t think you’re high enough… or you were lying to see what I’d do?”

“No, it’s your own damn fault,” she teases right back. “I’ve been dying for you to fuck me for years, Munson. She knows what she wants—

“Oh, and I intend to give it to her,” he speaks through his teeth as he peels her underwear off and spreads her legs open again, “oh, baby… I always knew you’d have the cutest lil bush.”

It makes her feel more bashful than nervous, she believed him when he said she was cute, and she felt secure and happy with him. It was everything she ever wanted.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” she teases, knowing damn well he would reach over to the camera once more and actually do it. The photo pops out the bottom, still white and adjusting to the room, she takes it in her hands and shakes it a bit before placing it on the bed. She takes the camera from him, “I’ll take the rest.”

“Seriously,” he brushes his hair back out of his eyes, he gathers the hair up and quickly puts it up with the hair tie on his wrist.

She takes a photo of him then, between her legs with his hair in a ponytail, adding the polaroid to the pile as it develops, “I want to remember this too, y’know.”

“Anything you’re not okay with?” He double checks, his arms tucked around her thighs again, he caresses her inner thigh with his cheek. “Only wanna please you, princess.”

“Mmm, go for it, baby,” she whispers. “Live out that wet dream for me, don’t hold back.”

He chuckles to himself, shaking his head with disbelief, “oh, I won’t…” his one hand snakes down her thigh, delicate fingers making acquaintance with her clit, he’s so careful with her.

She moans without a second thought, resting on her forearms so she can watch him. He loops down to gather her wetness and bring it up to her clit, rubbing it in with his forefingers with a smirk. He moves in slowly, making eye contact with her as his tongue flicks over her sensitive clit and his fingers tease her hole.

“Oh, fuck,” she tosses her head back and grinds down against his tongue.

He slips one finger in, going so deep before he bottoms out, his cold rings hit her hot skin making her hiss. From the shape of the cold metal and the length of his finger, she knows it’s the middle one, he’s so fucking deep inside of her, he curls the digit and gives her a little rub from the inside, matching the glorious suction on her clit, she was in fucking heaven.

He pulls out his finger just enough to add another, slowly and sensually fucking in and out of her as his tongue does something beyond words. She drops flat against the mattress, writhing in pleasure, she grips her tits and grinds down against him, “fuck, Eddie.”

He groans against her, trying to keep her legs apart with his free arm, she can’t help squirming along with her muscle spasms, her hips had a mind of their own right now. It was too fucking good to form a coherent thought, her body reacted on autopilot, he could fuck her like a rag doll right now and she’d just take it. This was just his mouth… this was just the start of things!! He was going to fuck her later and she already knew that it was going to change her life.

His fingers curl as he fucks her faster and harder, the sound of his hand slapping against her wet cunt filled the room alongside the disgusting slurping noises he made, enjoying every second of it. He grips her thigh tight, nails digging into the skin as he tries to keep her legs spread with just one hand, his other fucked into her at such a rate she was close to hyperventilating. She wrapped one leg over his shoulder, making him moan against her again, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her aching clit straight to her core.

“I’m gonna cum,” she warns him when that all too familiar heat starts to spread through her stomach and up her chest, she grips the sheets tighter, searching for the camera again, she wants to capture this forever. His chocolate brown eyes stared up at her, his sweaty hair stuck to his forehead, and her leg draped over him, it was all too perfect. “Just like that, baby… oh, please? Please make me cum.”

She snaps the photo and tosses the camera back onto the bed so she can fuck his face as she cums, she was right there, she wanted to so bad, and then his rhythm changes. He rubs her from the inside in matching circular motions to her clit, it’s more than she’s ever felt before, she screams out a moan, tossing her head back again, gripping her chest as the orgasm rips through her body. She doesn’t see how much she came, effectively squirting on his face, down his neck, covering his chest and leaving droplets on his boxers.

“I knew you could do it,” he groans, using the wet hand he was just finger fucking her with to stroke his cock.

“No, hey,” she reaches out for him, “fuck my tits?”

“Fuck,” he stands up, pushing his boxers all the way off and using them to wipe down his face and neck.

She gets herself better positioned on the mattress before he crawls over her, resting gently on her stomach he grips his cock in his hands and taps her boobs with it, making her laugh, “are you just going to play with them?”

He shakes his head, gathering some spit in his mouth before letting it drip down onto his cock before she pushes her boobs together and locks him in place between them. He carefully thrusts forward, mouth agape and eyes in the back of his head as he moans. His movements are more needy than skilled, he can barely keep himself up straight he’s so drunk on her touch.

“Cum, baby,” she whispers, seductively, “cover me, mark me as yours, come on, sweetheart, you can do it…”

“Ah, fuck,” he still, his cock pulsing between her tits as rope after rope of his cum landed on her chest, neck and even her chin, “st-stay, stay there,” he instructs her, reaching for the camera in his post-orgasm haze, he needs just one more photo of this, in case it never happened again.

“Smile, beautiful.”

And she does, she smiles with the true belief that she is beautiful, he does in fact love her and she was worthy of every single ounce of it.

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onelittlespiral · 3 months

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FML: Underbaked

I’m playing around with the format on these a little bit.This story has two endings, one of which is here and the other of which can be found here: FML: Overbaked

Consider this the more wholesome ending.

“Fuck, you’re such a good boy. Your ass is so tight. Fuck it feels amazing.”

“Huuuhnuh…ahhh…uhhhhhh…fuck…meeeeee”

I could feel it coming. I tried to ride the waves of ecstasy but he was not letting up. Suddenly he inhaled sharply.

“God, I’m gonna… I’m gonna cum.” he cried. He made no signs of slowing down.

“Cum…cum in-me.” I was about to burst.

“Yeah, you even taste delicious.”

This time I pulled him to me, kissing his beautiful face as he slowly pulled himself out of me with a wet pop.

And that should have been it. It should have stayed that way. It was supposed to be amazing. But, somehow, life always gets complicated.

“I know it’s been hard to manage time but can we please have this weekend,” he begged one Thursday night, “I miss you. I miss us.”

I sighed, “I can’t. We just have to make it to the spring when we launch and it should be good. But until then I have to keep up with these clients.”

“I know, I know but can’t they send someone else?” He came in close and began to stroke my hair, “I need my good little boy here.”

I flushed and turned away, “You know I’ve been working for years to close this project out. I can’t just leave it when we are this close to the finish line.”

He looked hurt, “So instead you’re just leaving me behind?”

“…I’m going to bed.” He slammed the bedroom door behind him.

“BABE! No, that’s not what I meant. Please-” I jiggled the locked handle. No response. Dejected, I turned towards the couch, collecting what throw pillows and little blankets I could.

got a long day ahead babe. miss u 😘

I miss you too. I hope you aren’t too bogged down with meetings today. Love ❤️

He responded: no meeting’s, boss had a safety talk last week. just work

Mmm, I miss u, gonna need ass when ur back

The next text was just a picture of his rigid cock. I chuckled a bit. I definitely had gone a bit too far but we could adjust that later.

I miss you too babe. You should probably get up. I’ll be home in a few hours and you can have me then 😉

Little did I know.

Passengers of flight AM267, we regret to inform you that your flight has been delayed. With the current storm system, we are not projecting to be able to leave till tomorrow at 8:47am. On behalf-

I tuned out as my mind began to race. Tomorrow? That would throw off my whole work week! And the product launch would have to be delayed even further if I’m not there…

There he was, still laid back on the bed, hat on his head, wide awake. The thousand yard stare said it all. He had been listening all night and all day.

I tried to shake him awake to no avail. He was lost in whatever fog had dulled his brain.

“Need… ass… need fuck…” he mumbled. Drool started to drip out his mouth.

I turned back the machine and pried off the back panel. I began urgently analyzing switches and knobs, trying to determine which would reverse the changes. Any of them. I didn’t want a dumb brute of a man. I wanted my boyfriend back. I slowly began to cry when all of a sudden:

“Hehehe… HAheHa- AHHAHHAHA”

I snapped back around to see my boyfriend laughing his ass off.

“Oh my god, you should have seen your face. You were terrified.”

I shouted through tears, “WHAT?!? Wha- what is happening? WHAT DID YOU DO?”

He was red in the face, “You thought I wouldn’t get suspicious? The tech is good but it isn’t that good. I could feel something was off the moment I walked in after you left.”

I was choking back tears, “You… were… you were pranking me?!?”

“You deserved it after that shit. Honestly, what were you thinking babe? Just gonna dumb me down and all our problems would go away?”

I was at such an emotional high I could only cry as I slumped into his strong arms. He had that same fresh smell, the smell of the man I loved, still with me. He moved to comfort me better.

“That’s it, it’s okay. You’re okay.”

I felt at ease in his embrace. He leaned down and began to kiss me.

His lips were delicate as they met mine, careful and probing. I his soft and masculine touch sent a shiver down my spine. As his tongue found its way into my mouth I could taste whiskey on his breath. I pulled back a bit:

“Celebrating without me? We could share a glass.”

He chuckled, “Just a glass to ease my nerves. I was a bit worried you would be furious with me.”

“Oh I still am,” I furrowed my brow in faux rage, “I thought I had lost you.”

He slid me off his lap and onto the bed. He leaned over my frame. “Well I’m right here,” he said, “What do you want to do with me now?”

I reached up and squeezed his pecs. “As punishment for worrying me,” I said, “I want that cock I was promised yesterday.”

He chuckled, before turning rather serious. I was worried for a moment I had offended him. “Gladly,” he said, leaning down for a kiss. But pulling away he whispered, “But as punishment for you trying to change me, you’re gonna have to take it.”

I felt suddenly the weight of his member against my hole. When had he slipped my pants off without me noticing? I became acutely aware of just how girthy it felt. Maybe he had made some changes for himself while he was gone. He quickly threw my legs onto his shoulders and rubbed his slick head against my hole. As he breached me, I moaned, feeling my anus suddenly stretched wide. He gave me only a moment to adjust before he began pumping. Slowly, he picked up speed as my cock came alive. I began rubbing my crotch before he smacked my ass and swatted my hands away:

“You want that taken care of too, you just have to ask. I am here to satisfy.” He placed his thumb over my head and rubbed my pre around my head, sending me writhing. He then spat in his hand and grabbed my shaft and started pumping in time with his thrusts. The combination was unreal, and I began bouncing in sync with him.

“I love you,” he panted, “I love you so much.”

“I- love- you,” I muttered between breaths. He grinned and picked up the pace. I disolved into a moaning mess, my prostate being milked by his quick thrusts. His stamina was unreal, it was hard to keep up. And then, I felt a throb. I knew what was coming.

“Fuck,” he said, “I can’t hold it much longer. Your hole just feels so good.”

I felt my cock throb in response. I couldn’t hold it either. “Yeah babe, cum-” was all I got out before he released. He grunted, but didn’t let up as he continued to stroke my cock. He was determined to finish me off too. He didn’t have to wait long. A minute later my jizz shot across his beautiful chest, even getting a little in his beard. I felt him examine his work, taking pride in his boyfriend.

“I missed you,” he said, and collapsed on top of me. He was warm and heavy in all the best ways.

“I missed you too,” and I wrapped my arms around him.

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