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[alltheirdamn]

Lilies | (dom!joel x sub!f!reader)

Song Inspo: Lilies by Ethel Cain

Summary: Joel gives you everything, but you’re beginning to crave more. Rating: 18+ Explicit MDNI Word Count: 5.5k (sorry lol) Warnings: dom/sub dynamic, a teeny tiny bit of Stockholm syndrome, lingerie!kink, reader has long enough hair to braid, brat taming, jealousy, angst, names (little flower, sir, whore, slut), degrading!kink, anal play, anal sex, orgasm denial, oral (m!receiving), throat fucking, ball-sucking/worship, rough sex, creampie, slapping, spanking, aftercare, joel is kinda a meany but also kinda sweet A/N: this just kind of tumbled out of me and yeah… here we are lol very far out of my element with this dynamic, so hopefully i did it justice. (i am very horny for dom!joel right now, please don’t perceive me)

Masterlist | Ko-Fi

The rules were simple:

You were to be at Joel’s home at exactly four pm every Friday and stay with him until Sunday evening

Your hair must be in a braid at all times

You could only wear lingerie (selected and purchased by Joel)

That was your routine. 

You had been Joel’s submissive for half a year, and nothing had changed. You submitted to everything he asked without question. Yes, there were safe words in place and long conversations about wants and needs, but none of that mattered to you. All that mattered was Joel’s unwavering attention every weekend. 

As time passed, though, you started wanting more. Three days weren’t enough for you. The rules weren’t enough. You wanted all of Joel. Not just his commands. Not just his cock. You wanted him to be yours in every way. 

Nothing within Joel’s rules explicitly stated you could only see one another. As far as you were concerned, he only tended to one submissive at a time, and you had been with him the longest. Pride swelled inside you when you thought of that; Joel kept you because he wanted you. He enjoyed the pleasure you brought him, and in return, he cared for you deeply. But you wanted to see how deeply he cared about you and if he was as committed to you as you were to him. 

That's when you devised a meticulously thought-out plan to prove Joel’s possessiveness. The desperate need to make him realize there would be no one else to make him happy. 

You clicked the door open at precisely four pm and entered Joel's home. He kept it spotless, an immaculate representation of his attention to detail. Nothing went unnoticed, and everything had its place and purpose. Within his home, you had your purpose as well. 

Tip-toeing through his kitchen, you brushed your hand over the marble counter, the stone cold to touch as you walked into the living room. Floor-to-ceiling bay windows compromised the room's side wall, looking out onto the brick terrace. Joel’s view of the city was the best money could buy, and you spent most Saturday mornings curled up on the patio sofa, watching the sun rise over the skyline. 

The plush, gray couch in the center of the living room faced a large flat screen, one rarely used when you stayed on the weekends. Joel insisted on being present with you, whether it was fucking you into oblivion inside his bedroom or dotting over you with aftercare and affection. The lines blurred between strict rules and faltering emotions. He wasn’t a man of many words, but the feelings expressed through actions were enough to make your heart grow fonder. 

Joel was to arrive home in less than thirty minutes, giving you enough time to piece yourself together in the new lingerie he had purchased. Wandering into the bedroom, you looked over the sight of his king-sized bed, covered in a white down comforter and scattered with an array of luxury pillows. The sheets beneath the comforter were silky soft and cool to the touch, but the press of Joel’s body against yours during the night kept you wrapped in a blanket of warmth.

The master bath was beyond beautiful, with its white trimmed crowning and alabaster bathtub under the window. Two sinks were carved into a marble counter: one for Joel and one for you. Countless times before, Joel bent you over the counter, forcing you to watch him through the bathroom mirror as he ruined you from behind. You came to learn that was one of Joel’s favorite activities: making you watch him while he fucked you. You loved it, too. 

You loved everything he did. 

Setting your overnight bag on the counter, you laid out your lingerie piece by piece. The white lace bustier was practically see-through, with a detailed pattern that left little to the imagination. The only part of the top that wasn’t fully transparent was the fishbone wiring that traced the underside of the bust. The matching underwear was no better; your neatly trimmed sex would be fully seen under the lace that comprised the tiny bodice. In Joel’s words, he wanted you to look “angelic and ethereal.” Once again, the thrumming in your heart increased knowing he saw you as such. He worshiped you head to toe, and you were so eager to give him anything he wanted. Slipping the garment over your body, you worked on your hair, plaiting the strands into a perfect braid you had mastered over the last several months. You secured it with a silk bow—just as Joel had requested—and settled it between your shoulder blades. Admiring yourself, you smiled into the mirror. Joel would be pleased with you. 

But first, you needed to do something. 

Reaching into your purse for your cell phone, you adjusted the camera to capture your lace-clad body in a teasing portrait. The photo wasn’t for Joel. Scrolling through your phone, you found the contact of your latest man of interest—well, not a genuine interest, so perhaps, the latest victim? You were only using him as part of your plan, and you hoped it worked in your favor. 

As your finger hovered over the send button, you heard the unmistakable sound of the front door lock sliding open. A thrill of anxiety rushed through your body; you would do this. Pressing send, you ran to the bedroom and placed your phone on the nightstand. The ringer was on, which Joel did not favor during your time with him. 

His large frame shadowed the bedroom door as he stepped into the room. In all his glory, Joel Miller was yours for the next seventy-two hours. But if you had it your way, he’d be yours forever. Clad in his usual work attire, his broad shoulders and chest stretched out his business suit, the white button-down peeking out beneath the jacket. His thick thighs were covered in well-tailored trousers, and his shoes were pristine and polished as he liked. Gazing up, you drank in the neatly trimmed scruff along his jaw, the silver patches thickening as they neared his ears. The mustache over his upper lip was just as clean, the edges dipping close to the curve of his mouth—which was currently tipped up into a satisfied grin.

“Hello, little flower,” he greeted. 

Little flower. 

That had always been his preferred name for you. “You’re so delicate, like a little flower. I could marvel at your beauty but crush you in my hand in seconds.” 

Such a sentiment shouldn’t ignite something so visceral inside you, but it sounded so sweet when it fell off his tongue in honey-drench syllables.

“Hello, sir,” you smiled, your body situated on the edge of the bed. 

You watched as he shed his suit jacket, folding it carefully and draping it over the dresser. His eyes stayed trained on you, the rich brown of his irises boring into you with a softness so tender it toppled something inside your stomach. Working at the cuffs of his shirt, Joel rolled them in perfect sections until they hugged the thick muscles of his forearms just below his elbows. 

“You look radiant in the new set,” he said, his eyes dragging over your body. 

You preened at his compliment, a blush crawling over your chest and neck. 

“Thank you, sir. I love anything you pick out for me.”

Joel cracked a wide grin, pleased with your response. He curled his pointer finger at you, beckoning you closer. You obeyed his command wordlessly, stepping into his warmth. Rough, calloused fingers trailed over your bare skin, trailing higher up your arm until his hand came to cup your cheek. 

Your eyes fluttered shut as he rubbed a thumb over your cheekbone, the touch you craved when you weren’t in his presence. You craved tenderness at all hours of the day; you lay awake sometimes at night yearning for more. Always more. 

You craned your neck to kiss his lips softly, gently. If you could choose how you’d die, it would always be in this moment, where the world dissolved around you, and it was just Joel’s body against yours. 

The moment shattered away as your phone shrilled from the nightstand, the vibration rattling the wood. Joel broke from your lips, his eyes set ablaze and swimming in darkness. Disappointment washed over his features, the crease between his brow forming and his lips set in a thin line. Without a single word, he strode to the nightstand and stared at your phone screen, no doubt flooded with texts from the man you had sent the photos. 

Your heart thudded in your ears, the sound pressurizing inside your head. On bated breath, you waited for him to say something. 

“Kneel,” he ordered, his voice cold. He didn’t even glance at you as he said the word. 

You did without hesitation, your knees dropping to the carpet floor without a sound. The tension in the room was palatable as Joel walked into your line of vision. He held the phone in front of your face, his fingers tight around the edges. 

“Read.” 

Your eyes scanned the words on the screen, a slew of text messages… each more vulgar than the last. You didn’t want to say them aloud. 

“Read,” he repeated. 

“I—I don’t want to, sir,” you whispered.

Joel’s body was foreboding, a shadow swallowing you whole as you sat perched on your knees before him. He could do anything he wanted to you, and the truth was that you’d let him. You’d let him do anything because you wanted it. You wanted him so desperately. 

“I didn’t ask if you wanted to read it,” he said. “I am telling you to read it.”

You swallowed thickly, your voice barely above a whisper, as you began to read off the text thread.

Damn, I need to know what your pussy looks like.

Let’s meet up tomorrow.

Send another picture. I want to see your legs spread wider.

Bet you would let me cum inside you. 

Line after line, word after word, you were embarrassed. Embarrassed and afraid, neither settled well inside your stomach as it churched together. 

Tossing the phone to the ground, Joel crouched to meet you at eye level. It was the first time you felt terrified by the way he looked at you. Several times, he had been rough—almost always, as it was what he enjoyed—but there was always a glimmer of softness even when he hurt you. 

“You did this for a reason.” Joel didn’t ask; he said it like a calculated realization. 

You bowed your head, too ashamed to meet his eye. Oh, but he didn’t like that. Gripping your chin with merciless strength, Joel lifted your face to meet his. A breath apart, but so far away. 

“Explain yourself, little flower. I’m growing rather impatient.”

“I wanted to see you jealous, sir,” you admonished. “I wanted to know what you would do.”

“Jealous,” he echoed, rolling his tongue over his teeth. 

He ripped his hand from your face, letting your head fall between your shoulders. You started at the polished tips of his work shoes, the black leather shiny and without marks. No detail went unnoticed. 

“Undo my belt,” he instructed, stretching himself back to his full height.

Straightening your spine, you reached up to his belt and began to unclasp the metal, holding it tight around his trousers. Joel continued to stare down at you unamused. You worked at pushing his pants down his thick thighs, shoving them far enough to reach his kneecaps. 

“Take out my cock. Let’s see how well I’ve trained your throat.”

You hooked your thumbs into the waistband of his boxers, giving them a good tug until his thick cock sprung free. It bobbed against his stomach, the reddened tip weeping with precum. Your hand came up to grip the girthy base, but Joel tutted in protest. 

“Hands behind your back, little flower.”

Clasping your hands at the base of your spine, you peered up at him with an eager expression. Joel arched a brow, waiting for you to comply and give him his request. Shuffling your knees forward, you dragged the tip of your tongue over the slit, lapping at the salty precum that dripped down. You peppered him with kitten kisses, your tongue tracing the veins on the underside of his cock. Joel rewarded you with a satisfied hum, bucking his hips forward until the head of his cock parted your lips wider. 

Dropping your jaw open, you welcomed each girthy inch of his cock into your warm mouth, the faint smell of his body wash mingling with his musky scent as you took him deeper. The moment the head of his cock brushed the back of your throat, you sputtered softly and felt the tears begin to well in your eyes as you squeezed them shut. 

Joel ripped himself from your mouth, his hand coming down to squish your cheeks together. 

“Keep your eyes open.”

“Yes, sir,” you said sheepishly. 

He released his grip on your face and adjusted himself back at your wet lips. Sucking in a deep breath, you wrapped your mouth around his cock once more. Joel jerked his hips forward, sending his cock to the back of your throat. You swallowed around him, keeping your tongue flat against the underside of his cock. Your nose brushed against the trimmed curls that framed his pubic bones, the hairs tickling your nose as he held you there. 

“I’m going to count to ten, little flower. Be a good girl, and show me how well you can take it.”

You nodded, your mouth suctioning tighter around him. Joel’s eyes darkened, his lips parted as he readied himself to count. 

“One,” he barked. 

You blinked away the tears springing in the corner of your eyes. You could do this; you had done it before. 

“Two.”

You unhinged your jaw, your senses invaded by his scent as you pressed further into his pubic hair. Somewhere between breaths, Joel counted three and four with a loud grunt, and you continued to focus on exhaling through your nose. 

“Five,” he gritted. 

The urge to gag around his cock grew harder to ignore, and the tears flowed freely down your cheeks. Your chin was coated in drool as you anticipated the next count, your eyes foggy as you stared up at him. Joel tilted his head, admiring how he stuffed every crevice of your mouth. 

“Six.”

“Seven.”

More saliva pooled in your mouth, and you hollowed your cheeks to avoid sputtering around him. Joel’s lips curled into a devilish smirk, and he nudged his pelvis closer until your nose smashed into his skin. You coughed around his length, the corners of your mouth dripping saliva onto your neck and chest. 

“Almost there, little flower. Doing so good for me,” he crooned. 

Joel brushed a finger over your throat, tapping the bulge protruding against your aching flesh. Eight and nine were a blur, your eyes barely staying open. Every flutter of your lashes garnered a dissatisfied tut from Joel, his body tense and throbbing with anger. 

“Ten,” he sighed. 

You tore away, coughing violently as you sucked in jagged breaths. Twisting your hands behind you, you squeezed your eyes shut to push the remainder of the tears down your cheeks. Joel wrapped a large hand around the base of his cock, stroking himself slowly and lazily. 

“Stick out your tongue,” he ordered. 

The words he said were far and few, which terrified you. Deep within yourself, you knew you had enraged him with your little act. It garnered no affection as you hoped, but he still gave you the attention you yearned for. Good or bad, you would take it. You would take anything he gave you. 

A trail of saliva, salty and thick, dripped from the point of your tongue as you did what he instructed. Joel rested the velvety skin of his balls against your mouth, the weight of them heavy on your tongue. You didn’t need his commands as you slipped one of his balls into your mouth. Above you, Joel shuddered and clenched his fists at his side. You worshiped each with equal measure, alternating between gentle caresses of your tongue and sloppy suctions of your mouth. 

“That’s it, little flower. Just like that,” Joel cooed. 

A desperate moan left your lips as you lapped up the salty wetness covering his silken sack, swallowing down the remnants of your drool. Joel pumped himself faster, the sound of his jagged breathing mixing with the lewd noises of your mouth. His release was nearing; you could sense it in the way his thick thighs flexed around your face. 

“Please,” you whined, your words muffled into the hair around his balls. 

Joel’s hand slowed around his length, his thumb brushing over the slit as more precum leaked out. Staring up at him helplessly, you waited for his release to paint your tongue. He gave you a stern look, nodding toward the bed. 

“Hands and knees. Now.”

“But—,” you protested. 

Joel smoothed his palm over your cheek before pulling back and delivering a sharp smack against your face. You jerked at the sting of his touch radiating through the layers of your skin. He undoubtedly left behind a reddened mark across your cheek and jaw. 

“You’ve already angered me once,” he warned. “Get on the fucking bed.”

Your knees scuffed against the ground as you scrambled onto the bed, situating yourself in the position he commanded. The unmistakable sound of the leather unsheathing from his pants ignited a new wave of fear through your body. Joel discarded it beside your face before coasting a hand down the center of your spine. 

“I’ll give you another chance to explain yourself,” Joel said. 

The bed dipped under his weight as he pressed a knee into the comforter beside you. You glanced over your shoulder, watching through teary eyes as Joel quickly unbuttoned his shirt. Dark chest hair scattered over his broad chest, spattered lower until it tapered into a thick trail down his pelvis. A thin sheen of sweat glistened over his golden skin as he discarded his shirt carelessly onto the ground. Careless…it wasn’t something you were used to with Joel. 

“I just wanted your attention,” you muttered, your head hanging between your shoulders. 

Joel tugged your braid, forcing your neck to crane backward. Despite the harshness of his words, his touch, his demeanor… your body throbbed with an unavoidable need. It throbbed at the apex of your sex, the lace rubbing against the slick that pooled between your thighs. Joel paid no attention to the way your legs shifted side to side, his unwavering stare penetrating you. 

“Do I not give you enough attention?” He questioned. 

“You do, sir,” you nodded, the strain on your neck growing uncomfortable. 

“Perhaps you don’t deserve attention at all,” he mused. 

He released his grip on your hair, your head falling forward and hanging low between your shoulders. Joel moved behind your body, his thick fingers tearing apart the lace hugging your ass. You yelped at the sheer force of it, the chill of the room skating up your bare sex. Joel’s fingertips traced over the back of your thigh, lingering close to the outline of your weeping pussy. Just one touch. That’s all you wanted—just one. 

His touch disappeared, leaving you whining and frustrated. Joel huffed a laugh before bringing two fingers to your mouth. 

“Suck. Get them nice and wet for me.”

You obliged, rolling your tongue over the thick digits as they pressed down into your mouth. He pulled them away, a web of drool connecting from the tip of your tongue to the pads of his fingers. Joel knocked your legs open further, and you waited in anticipation for his fingers to give you what you needed. Except, he didn’t. 

A gasp left your lips as he pushed the calloused skin of his fingertips against the tight ring of muscles above your slit. With one hand gripping your ass, Joel spread you wider, humming at the sight of you fully exposed. 

“Maybe you don’t deserve the attention you want. You’ll take what I give you, and you’ll thank me.”

“Please,” you whined. 

“No,” he growled. “Desperate little sluts don’t get what they want.”

Joel’s finger dipped into your clenching hole, prodding you open despite your whines of protest. It wasn’t the first time he used this way, but it felt different. It wasn’t kind. It wasn’t meant to be focused on your pleasure. He was determined to prove a point, and you would comply because you were so greedy for anything he could give. He pressed the second finger to your hole, stretching you wider as he pushed them to his second knuckle. Wider and wider, he stretched you, uncomfortable but not unwelcomed. 

“I see how wet you are, little flower. I know how greedy this pussy can get, but you know what? You don’t deserve it. This pussy doesn’t deserve my attention at all.”

“Sir!” You cried. 

“You’re going to take my cock in your ass like the pathetic whore you are,” he growled. 

Joel curled his fingers inside you, slipping them deeper until they were fully seated inside you. If you felt full now, it would be nothing compared to the way his cock would split you open. The sheer thought of it sent a shockwave to your clit, the aching bud pulsating painfully. Joel laughed at the way you squirmed underneath him, rewarding your cries with a jarring smack against your ass. Fuck, it hurt. 

Tearing his fingers from you, Joel disappeared from the bed and riffled through his nightstand drawer. You heard the familiar sound of the lube squirting into his hand and the rough breath of Joel as he realigned himself with your loosened hole. The initial intrusion of his cock sparred stars into your vision, the tip of his cock tearing you open. Even in his angered haze, Joel was slow—careful. 

“Breathe, little flower,” he urged.

You barely managed a full gulp of air before Joel bottomed out entirely. A scream erupted from your lips as you adjusted to his size, each inch of his length stuffed inside your tightening hole. Your body flexed and tensed under Joel’s touch, one hand pressing into your lower back, the other looping a finger through the plaits in your hair. Beneath him, you were helpless, entirely at his mercy for whatever he wanted. 

With a slow retraction of his hips, Joel snapped his hips forward hard enough to send your upper body into the comforter. The rugged momentum of his thrusts tore you apart; piece by piece, Joel diminished you into nothing but a hole for his use. 

“Greedy fucking whore,” Joel grunted, each thrust weighted and heavy inside you. “How’s it feel, huh? You love being used like this?”

“I love it, sir,” you cried. 

Joel pulled out to the tip, a heavy breath expelling from your mouth. He ripped into you again, resolving you into a heap of tears and shallow whimpers. His finger in your intertwined hair tightened, pulling your neck back until you had no choice but to connect with his piercing stare. With blown pupils and curled lips, Joel was the epitome of carnal rage. You did this. You spurred him into this embodiment of anger. 

“Is this enough for you, little flower?” He demanded. 

Arousal dripped between your legs, the snap of his balls against your clit radiating pleasure through your body. You writhed under his hold, a pleading cry leaving your mouth as you stared at him helplessly. Usually reserved and stoic, Joel’s emotions washed over his features, speaking louder than his words. You didn’t just anger him; you hurt him. You questioned his role as a dominant, which was an unspeakable thing to do. 

“Answer me!” He raged. 

“It’s enough!” You sobbed. 

Joel fucked you into abandon, your asshole sore and pained with every cantation of his hips. He was tearing you apart from the inside out, unrelenting and punishing. Your safe word balanced on the tip of your tongue, yet you withheld. You knew Joel would stop the moment you said the word, but you didn’t want him to. You wanted to prove you could be everything and more. You wanted to prove yourself until he wanted no other but you. 

The pulse between your legs was unbearable. You were stretched out and gaping around his cock, void of any chance of release. Joel knew how your body responded; he was aware of how your hole contracted and flexed around him. Yet, he gave you nothing. He wouldn’t. 

“Taking my cock so well, little flower,” he muttered between labored breaths. “Swallowing every inch of me.”

“Please, sir. Please, I want to cum,” you babbled. 

The sting of his palm against your ass was his response to your pleas, a simple gesture to shut you up. You took it, though your body buzzed with pleasure in every limb. 

“I know you do,” he crooned softly. “But you don’t get what you want. Only what I give you. So fucking take it.”

The world was caving around you, your vision blackening at the edges. Joel wound your braid over his fist and quickened his thrusts. Your body sagged into the bed, limp and pliant. Guttural sounds fell off Joel’s lips as he fucked you into the bed. Your ears deafened to the noise, your mouth hanging open and dripping spit into the soft bedspread beneath you. The erratic drive of his cock was the only warning you had to know he was close. Jagged, deep thrusts speared into you as Joel toppled over the edge with an animalist growl as he pumped his release into your fucked out hole. You twitched under his body, your knees slipping lower as your body gave out. 

Despite the haze inside your mind, your lips tipped up into a satisfied grin. He used your body just as he wanted, and you proved fealty to him—ardent, unwavering submission to the one man who wove his way into your heart. 

Joel pulled himself from you, slow and gentle, until the roll of his release was falling between your slit. You clenched around nothing, the tight ring of muscles aching painfully. He reached up to undo the silk bow holding your braid together, his fingers working through the soft waves as they floated over your back. 

“Little flower,” he whispered, kissing your sweat-coated spine. 

You flinched at his touch, not out of fear but of shock that still radiated through your muscles. You hadn’t fully returned to your mind, and Joel took notice. Working you onto your back, he roamed a hand over your breasts; his hand pressed firmly against the thrumming pulse of your heart. You stared up at him blankly, the tears now dried against your cheeks. What had been the face of cruelty only moments ago had now morphed into the soft, longing gaze you always yearned for. Joel’s pupils had returned to normal, the flecks of amber and rich chocolate boring into you with a look of concern. 

“Thank you, sir,” you whispered. 

He bent over you, pressing a gentle kiss on your forehead. Your eyes fluttered close, relishing in the softness of his lips on your skin. You wanted this. You ached for it fiercely but could not form the words to beg for it.

“Stay here a moment,” he said. 

You lay against the bed, your limbs twitching as you rolled onto your side. Curling into yourself, you fought off the tremors still wracking through your muscles, a steady pulse rhythmically beating within your clit. Joel denied you your orgasm, which he never did. It was your punishment for wanting too much—a miscalculated attempt at proving your worth. 

The sound of running water drifted from the bathroom, followed by Joel’s heavy footsteps nearing the bed. With a quick unclasping of your bustier and a firm hand under your knees, Joel lifted you from the bed. You became weightless in his arms, cradling you to his sweaty chest. Wrapping a shaky arm around his shoulders, you rested your head inside the crook of his neck and exhaled an exhausted sigh. 

“Let’s get you cleaned up,” he said softly. 

The pungent aroma of lavender and vanilla tinged your nose as Joel guided you into the bathtub. Immediately, your muscles unwound in their tension, a relieving groan expelling from your lips. The heat of the water soothed your tender flesh, the bubbles running over your bare skin in small clusters. Joel was dedicated to aftercare, especially after rougher sessions with you. This was no different. He always remained beside the bathtub, soothing you with praise as you tipped further into its warmth.

You blinked up at him, giving him a tired smile. He gave you a silent nod, then motioned for you to slide forward. He never bathed with you. It wasn’t a rule, per se, but he never granted it to you. This was different—foreign. 

You slid your body as far as it could go, your knees pressed to your chest as Joel dipped into the water behind you. Hooking a strong arm around your abdomen, he pulled you flush with your body and dropped his mouth below the shell of your ear. 

“You chose to anger me today,” he muttered. “I need the honest truth as to why you did it.”

You twisted your face around to meet his steady gaze, your bottom lip quivering while you debated if the truth was worth voicing. 

“I wanted you to be possessive,” you admitted. “I wanted to know if you cared for me the way I care for you.”

Joel’s eyebrows raised slightly, the words shocking him.

“Of course, I care for you. Do I not show it well enough?”

“No—no, you do, sir. I just…I want to be the only one you care for.”

“You have been, little flower. There’s been no one else the entire time you’ve been with me,” he insisted. 

You turned your body around, your knees bruising against the tile as you cupped his face. Never had you been so vulnerable with Joel, but you needed him to see your desperation. You needed him to see how committed you were to your role in his life. 

“I want to be the only one,” you repeated. “I don’t want you to have another.”

Joel’s hands rested at the curve between your waist and hips, prodding your flesh soothingly. 

“Is that what you want, little flower?” He questioned. 

“It doesn’t matter what I want, sir. What matters is if it’s what you want.”

He pressed his forehead to yours, creases forming near his temple as he shut his eyes. Silence fell between you, so loud it fractured your heart. No answer was an answer. You failed in your attempts to prove yourself. You failed to make him want you more. He didn’t want you, no matter—.

“My sweet, little flower,” he sighed. 

Fresh tears slipped down your cheek, and you made no effort to swat them away. It was useless when you knew you lost the one thing you wanted the most. Joel brushed his lips against yours, and you let a muffled cry escape. 

“Rules can be rectified,” he started. “If this is something you wish, I’ll happily oblige.”

“Really?” You asked, pulling away. 

You studied him for any sign of doubt, any stolen glance that may prove his words a lie. But he looked at you with complete devotion, irrevocable certainty.

“I want you just as badly. All you had to do was ask. There was no need for defiance or jealousy.”

“I’m sorry, sir.”

“I think you’ve proven yourself more than enough today, little flower. Turn around so I can care for you properly.”

You slipped back into his warm embrace, your legs widening and pressed against his. Joel smoothed a hand down your stomach, his fingers tracing the swollen lips of your sex. You bucked into his hand, chasing the orgasm that still swam within your stomach. He drew slow, tantalizing circles over your soddened clit, muttering soft words into your ear. 

“Such a good girl,” he cooed. “I know what you need. I’ll take care of you.”

“Yes—yes,” you panted, arching into his touch. 

The pad of his finger pressed into the throbbing bud, the surging pleasure inside you growing agonizing. Bathwater sloshed around your body is rivulets, the push and pull of the waves crashing into the space where your skin didn’t touch. Closer and closer, he drove you to the edge until a delicious rapture tore through your body. Every muscle beneath your balmy skin seized upwards, a wail of relief echoing around the empty bathroom as you caved into your climax. 

“That’s it, little flower. So beautiful when you come undone for me,” Joel mumbled into your ear, his teeth nipping at the lobe. 

Shockwaves trembled over you as you slumped against his solid frame, your head falling back onto his shoulder. You had what you wanted. Body and soul, Joel granted your wish. Ecstasy wasn’t a strong enough word to describe the swelling inside your chest. 

“Stay with me. More than just the weekends. I’ll have your things brought here, and you can stay permanently,” Joel offered. “This house is rather lonely without you in it, anyway.”

“Okay,” you submitted, a grin stretching across your face. 

He was yours.

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warnings: step-cest, manipulation, degrading, humiliation, forced (?), angst, fluff at the end if you squint, nsfw, age gap, illegal (?), underage (beginning)

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it has always been like this between you and suguru. he was older, two years older. your parents started dating when you were 12, shortly after they married...so you both were siblings..right?

when the time went by geto started to get closer to you. you started to get closer to him. first you didn't see anything weird when he kissed you on the cheek or caressed your thigh under a blanket. but when you got older you stopped the intimate contact. pushing his hand away every time. til you both end up alone, both of your parents leaving for dinner.

"g..geto p-". you got cut off by his hand on your mouth when he brushed his clothed cock on your butt, keeping you pressed against the kitchen counter. "let me feel you, sis" he groaned pressing himself to you almost in a humping manner. "how is that you tell me that you love me and then decide what we do is wrong?". he asked almost sad getting his hand from your mouth and placing it on your boob when the other went to your waist. you couldn't utter a word like that, knot in your stomach and throat. was it excitement? fear? "i am sorry..". it's all you could muster up, suguru hugged to you, his hand travelling under your shirt touching your naked breast, you weren't wearing a bra for his luck. he smirked at the thought and pressed again on your butt.

it all ended up only touching you. he made you apologize many times, making you feel guilty and full of anxiety. you wanted him to think good of you, be happy with you.. you didn't want to disobey him.

the older you both got the braver he was and his action went bolder.

"open wider baby, or do you want me to force ya?" geto said a bit angry, he had you on your knees behind his car. he told you he will get you to the mall. and he did. but when you were coming back there was a price to pay- he paid for your clothes too, no? "good girl.. fucking bitch". he breathed out as you took his reddish tip into your mouth, it was leaking salty precum, you didn't like it but still stayed quiet.

he rolled his hips into your mouth forcing the rest of his cock into your mouth one of his hands holding the back of your head as you gagged, spit going down your chin, tearful eyes making your mascara messy. even tho you swallowed and started to swirl your little tongue on his dick, he stopped moving his hips letting himself fully feel your little throat almost squeezing him and that tiny tongue of yours worship his length. he ended up cumming down your throat, and you ended with wet panties.

now it was your 18th birthday, you spent all day with your hometown friends hanging out before you left for Tokyo to study. To geto's apartament. All alone with him. He moved out the year before you, tho he didn't study, your older brother went straight to work.

the next day you were already packed and left, saying goodbyes for the last time before stepping in the train.

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"uh, i am tired niichan, so tired" geto mocked you as he was fucking your poor little pussy. your naked body pressed against the nearest wall of the hallway, your little moans feeling his apartament. "as tight as i remember" he let out a short laugh and came into you, two last thursts to keep his cum inside you a bit longer and let you go, make you fall to the floor. you looked at him with teary eyes of yours you always did.

at night you were already asleep. in his bed. he demanded that, his bed or the floor- not even the couch. when you were already deep asleep he went to shower, his forehead pressed against the cold titles of the shower, his cock in his hand stroking it. he couldn't' get his mind around you thought.

he felt a bit guilty. but only a bit. about manipulating you, using you, making you anxious and insecure just to keep you close. you were the only woman to stay with him. not because you wanted to, but because you had to. as he finished the shower his dick was still hard, without caring about this at the moment he dried, wore boxers and went to lay next to you, he hugged you closely from the back kissing back of your neck. he loved you so much..

you won't leave him..

you are all family after all. right?

#smut #jjk smut #jjk #jjk x you #jjk x reader #x reader #jjk geto #jujutsu geto #geto x reader #geto smut #geto suguru #jjk suguru

[coco-loco-nut]

Book Club - Part 10

pairing: do you even need to know anymore 😂

summary: Checo needs a night out, which means you are babysitting

a/n: thanks for the request 🫶, sorry it took so long, I truly have been slammed with work.

masterlist

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“Thanks again,” Checo says when he stands at your Monaco apartment door with his four kids.

“No problem, we weren’t planning on going out anyway. Partying gets tiring,” you smile, stepping aside so the four can run in and find Lance.

Despite his retirement, Checo decided to take a family vacation to the Monaco GP, and when he was invited out with the drivers, you stepped in to babysit. How hard could it be?

“They’ve had their dinner, you just need to entertain them before bedtime, we will pick them up after breakfast. Good luck,” Checo says and starts walking towards the elevator.

“Good luck? What do you mean ‘good luck’? Checo? Checo!” you call after the Mexican as he smirks, watching you panic as the elevator doors close. You close and lock the front door, sighing in defeat. Lance is sitting on the floor with the four kids surrounding him, looking more than content.

“So, uh, do you like jazz?” you awkwardly ask, sitting on the couch. Lance stifles a laugh, looking at you with amused eyes.

“Jazz? I thought you would be better with kids that aren’t your siblings,” Lance says, amused at how uncomfortable you seem. To be fair, you were really looking forward to cuddling up in bed and watching a 2000s romcom with your husband after the race, it was all you had talked about last week.

“Lancie,” you frown, he reaches out to you and squeezes your hand, silently telling you he will take the lead. You slide onto the ground with them, trying your best to keep up with their games.

Lance is a natural. You’d probably be envious if it wasn’t giving you baby fever.

“Do you guys want to watch a movie?” Lance asks the four kids who are currently playing with you.

“Si!” Checo Junior says. They pile onto the loveseat beside your couch as Lance pulls out some blankets and pillows.

“I’ll get some snacks,” you say softly, padding out to the kitchen where you fill a bowl with premade popcorn. You would microwave some but you ate it as a midnight snack the other day. By the time you get back, Lance has them all cozy on the loveseat, a movie cued, and is waiting for you on the couch with a fuzzy blanket. You swear your heart explodes.

You can’t say that you pay too much attention to the movie, seeing as how you are asleep on Lance’s chest halfway through the movie. He looks at the similar scene beside the two of you, the only difference being that all four kids are asleep. Lance gently slides out from under you and carries the kids one by one to the bedroom you had excitedly put together when Checo called.

“Come on, baby, time for bed,” Lance gently wakes you up as he turns off the tv.

“Shoot, did you put them to bed by yourself, I would’ve helped. You go to bed, I’ll clean up,” you panic, looking around the living room. Lance already cleaned up.

“It’s okay, I know the race took more out of you than it did me. Let’s just go to bed,” Lance presses a kiss to your forehead.

“Okay,” you murmur, standing up, feeling everything stretch out. Lance turns the last few lights off before picking you up and carrying you to bed. You look like a koala as you hold him, chest to chest, your head on his shoulder. After getting ready for bed, it doesn’t take you long to fall asleep.

Your alarm wakes you and Lance up early. Normally this would be for your morning run, but there are four kids who are currently relying on you.

“Come hop in the shower with me,” Lance grabs your hand as you stand in front of your closet.

“Lance, there are kids in the next room over,” you blush looking at the door.

“You won’t be saying that when we have kids of our own, plus, it’s just a quick shower. Get your mind out of the gutter,” he teases you and you shake your head.

“I’m going to train after Checo comes and picks them up, you go shower,” you tell him, finding the hoodie of his that you like to steal.

While Lance showers, you make a pot of coffee and sit out on your balcony, overlooking the ocean. As you sip your coffee, you don’t realize Lance is in the kitchen starting breakfast.

You freeze in the doorway, staring at your shirtless husband, whose sweatpants rest low on his hips.

“Hungry?” Lance asks, waving at the food already done.

“No, well yes, but I’m happy with my girl breakfast,” your eyes rake his body. Lance blushes and pulls a t-shirt on, you drool as his muscles flex. “Why’d you do that?” you pout as your girl breakfast was covered up.

“There will be plenty of time to stare once our charges are fed and taken back by their parents, why don’t you go wake them up?” Lance chuckles, amused at your irritation. He’s just glad he still does it for you all these years later. A few minutes later you rejoin him in the kitchen, four sets of little feet following you.

“Up you go,” you lift each kid into their seat at the table. As you set out place settings, Lance brings over the food. He notices how careful you are around them, and for a moment he let’s himself imagine that it is you with your future kids. Maybe he will have a copycat son that has your personality, or a daughter that takes the best from both of you and is a perfect blend, or maybe the kid will look exactly like you but will be a little awkward like he is.

Breakfast goes smoothly, and Checo arrives earlier than expected.

“They weren’t too much trouble, were they?” He asks Lance as you help the kids with their little bags.

“Not at all, perfect angels,” Lance tells Checo, his eyes not leaving you.

“I’ll see you, or I guess hear you, at the next meeting,” you hug the Mexican ex-driver goodbye.

“So, wanna start practicing?” Lance wiggles his eyebrows, picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder as he makes his way to the bedroom.

“Lance!”

#f1 imagines #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #f1 grid #f1 grid x reader #lance stroll x reader #lance stroll #checo perez #sergio perez #sergio checo perez #book club #baby fever

[delusionalbitchinthehouse]

The urge to write Ifrit and Swiss getting freaky with other ghouls around and failing trying not to get caught won. This is much longer than originaly planned, but oh, well.

Ifrit's always been a very physically affectionate ghoul.

So when the fire ghoul slid a hand on the small of Swiss' back as he strode past, or later settled it on the multi ghoul's hip in the middle of the conversation they were having, Swiss didn't think much of it.

It takes a tail snaking far too high around his thigh, the spaded end resting just shy of his crotch, for him to realize Ifrit is fucking with him.

Swiss's head shots up from where it was lazily resting on Ifrit's shoulder, both of them comfortably sprawled on the couch, a blanket draped over them masking the fire ghoul's antics.

For now at least.

Ifrit's usual sweet grin has a teasing edge to it, sharp fangs peeking out. His tail squeezes a bit tighter around Swiss' thigh, head tilting in a silent question.

Licking his lips, Swiss glances around to assert the situation.

Chain is laying on their stomach on the floor, making fluorescent bead bracelets with Cowbell, Zephyr is reading in an armchair with Cirrus sleeping curled up against them, and Aether is doing crosswords on the windowsill.

They could get caught.

It's a very real possibility.

Unfortunately, Swiss loves a challenge.

He looks back at Ifrit and nods ever so slightly, settling back against him.

He's ready for the spade of Ifrit's tail creeping higher, rubbing against his crotch, just enough pressure that it would have made Swiss gasp if he hadn't expected it.

As it is, it stirs a warmth low in his belly that quickly spreads with each slow stroke of Ifrit's tail. And it's fine, pretty manageable, until the fire ghoul shifts, seemingly reajusting his position, his big hand finding the outline of Swiss's dick and grabbing at him, giving his now fully hard cock a good squeeze.

Swiss has to bite down on his own tongue, eyes rolling back. He can feel Ifrit smiling against his temple, now fondling him through his sweatpants.

It's good, a little too good. Ifrit knows him too well, knows exactly how to have Swiss fighting grunts a moans, muscles locked up in an attempt to stop himself from writhing under his touch.

But in his eagerness to make Swiss suffer -lovingly of course- Ifrit forgets that Swiss also knows him very well - and that the multi ghoul is very, very competitive.

What a terrible mistake.

Dislodging Ifrit's hand, Swiss pretends to be tired of his current position, deciding to sit fully on his lap instead, and uses a seemingly innocent stretching to grind hard on the fire ghoul's straining cock.

He hides his grin in the crook of Ifrit's neck as the fire ghoul barely manages to stiffle a gasp.

For a moment they stay like this, frozen, not daring to go on in fear of making someone suspicious, but no one reacts, and Swiss dares a few other subtle drag of hips. Ifrit's head fall back, throat exposed, in what surely is a very obvious hint of what is happening, but no one pays enough attention to them to notice.

At least, that's what Swiss thinks, until a barely there breeze brushes aginst his cheek, prompting him to glance behind.

Zephyr meets his gaze from their armchair, a slight smirk on their lips as they raise a knowing eyebrow. Swiss feels himself blush, face set aflame, until Zephyr points at their chest, then at Ifrit.

Oh.

Oh.

Of course.

How did Swiss not think about it earlier ?

With a face-splitting grin, Swiss slides his hands under Ifrit's shirt, squeezing his chest and giving his nipples a good pinch.

The reaction is imediate.

Ifrit's yelp turns into a moan halfway through, back arching off the couch and hips involuntarily thrusting up.

All eyes snap on them as a borderline oppressive hush falls on the room.

Swiss is grinning from ear to ear, too smug about making Ifrit lose it first to care much about the embarrassment of being caught.

Ifrit, on the other hand, is turning crimson, all the way down to his chest. He's so adorable like this, Swiss wants to bite him, coo at him while he squirms, really rub his victory in the fire ghoul's face.

He's yanked out of his thoughts by Chain wolf wistling, shark teeth in display. Zephyr huffs.

"So easy, Ifrit. All it takes is for someone to squeeze your tits and all your control goes out the window. Look, you even woke up Cirrus."

The sleepy ghoulette only shrugs, tail flicking in interest while Ifrit makes a strangled noise, equal part embarrassed and horny at Zephyr's slightly patronizing tone. Swiss winks at the air ghoul as Cowbell chuckles, raspy and full of air.

"You two thought you'd get away with this ?"

Swiss shrugs, pointedly rolling his hips to draw another soft gasp from Ifrit.

"Oh, no. He did."

Aether chuckles, setting his crosswords aside.

"Oh, but Fritter. You know you can never keep quiet, don't you ?"

Ifrit whines, shifting under Swiss, reeking of arousal as he let himself mirror Swiss' movements, carried by the ghouls' teasing.

"How cute. All worked up because he got caught, uh ?" Chain muses, the spots on their blue skin glowing faintly in their excitement.

Swiss himself is getting a bit noisier, panting as he starts to grind against Ifrit with the abandon he couldn't afford earlier. Ifrit keeps grabbing at him, his thighs, his hips, his biceps, like he cannot decides which part of Swiss he wants to hold the most, whimpering with each drag of their clothed cock against one another. Swiss has no such problem, keeping a firm grip on Ifrit's chest, flicking a nipple everytime he wants to hear an especially sweet noise from the fire ghoul.

The weight of the others' gazes on his back only spurrs Swiss on, and it seems to do the trick for Ifrit too, given how much of a sweaty, blushing mess he's been reduced to.

"Oh- that's a pretty noise," Swiss rumbles when a particularly well angled thrust has Ifrit keening hard.

"So loud," Cirrus remarks, now fully awake. "we won't be able to miss it when you come, firebird."

In the end, they certainly don't- hell, Swiss is pretty sure the whole ghoul wing hears Ifrit's final moan.

Good.

#this was supposed to be entirely different but inspiration struck #does it show that ifrit and swiss are my favorites ? #i need more of them together #they are such a great pair #chaotic duo #give them one hour unsupervised and see what happens #anyway #i just know ifrit is loud #and fuck do the ghouls love it #also yes swiss will always make a competition out of everything #i love them so much #swiss ghoul #ifrit ghoul #nameless ghouls #the band ghost

[raviosnumber1fan]

I want more of Ravio and Link just doing normal Roomate things

As someone who has literally never lived alone I think the fandom (both the ALBW and LU) is missing out on a lot of potential Ravio and Link/Legend shenanigans. Note: Everything is something I have done with a Room/Housemate. Examples will be provided

-having a chore rotation: Link does dishes on “X day” and Ravio does them on “Y day” etc etc. It is also routinely viciously argued about

-subconsciously learning each others little quirks due to forced proximity alone: Like Ravio knowing that Link fiddles with his rings when he gets bored/anxious and Link knowing Ravio hums when he’s concentrating on something, just little stuff like that

-leaving notes for each other when the house runs out of something or when one of them has to leave unexpectedly: “Ravio, I know you used the last of the jam and if we do not have more by the time I get home I will take it as declaration of war and respond accordingly. - your enemy? Link.”

-each knowing what the others Do Not Do Under Any Circumstance rules are: Ravio knows he is never supposed to touch Link’s adventure things, Link knows he’s never supposed to mention/question Ravio’s “trade secrets”

-having to work around the other when they fell asleep somewhere Not Meant For Sleeping: Ravio trying to clean around Link who passed out on the middle of the carpet or Link sitting on the floor because Ravio decided to take a nap sprawled out on the couch again

-constantly having to stop the other from bringing home random animals: (In their friendship specifically I imagine Link as the animal lover & Ravio only likes Sheerow but users choice) Ravio has already stopped Link from keeping: A cat, a squirrel, a chipmunk, a hawk, a rabbit, and an actual hive of bees Link why-?? Link is never permanently dissuaded and is bringing home some other animal by the next week. Ravio is tired

-automatically accommodating for the other out of habit even if they are not there: Link always making two cups of apple cider because Ravio always wants one too only to remember he’s in town or Ravio automatically putting things away a very specific way because That’s How Link Likes It and doing it any other way will result in a fight before remembering he’s across time or smth

-having certain things that “belong” to each other: like Ravio avoiding occupying a certain spot around the house because That’s Link’s Favorite Spot or Link never using a specific dish because That’s Ravio’s Cup even if whatever it is doesn’t actually belong to anyone

-hiding the good food from each other: This one’s more self explanatory but, Ravio hiding his bag of chocolate covered almonds in his money bag since Link won’t go in there or Link hiding his favorite apple candies behind an assortment of random food and with a note that says “eat this and you die” for good measure

-just so many inside jokes: the person you live with is probably the person you spend a good majority of your time with, as such your bound to see each other do some pretty stupid/silly things at least once or twice. And also occasionally be bound to secrecy. Ravio: “Hey this reminds me of when you-“ Link: “Ravio if you finish that sentence I will fight you.” Ravio: “We’re in a library.” Link: “It’s funny you think that’ll save you”

-having random house rules: like a “Your Closer” rule where if something needs to be retrieved/done whoever is closer has to do it or a “Blanket Tax” rule where if it’s really cold and you’re both sitting right next to each other you’re legally obligated to share some of your blanket with the other person

-having unspoken deals about random things: similar to the last one but like if one or both of them are eating and Ravio doesn’t like the carrots but Link does or Link doesn’t like the green beans but Ravio does etc, they have a standing agreement that the unliked food is automatically promised to the other. They will not talk or ask before just taking/putting things onto each other plates and that is acceptable

-ongoing petty disagreements/feuds: Ravio absolutely hates when Link leaves his weapons outside their designated spots but Link keeps doing it because he hates when Ravio borrows one of his books and messes up the order. (Ravio has no idea how the order goes and refuses to learn out of spite) Neither of them are backing down. They will always do it and the feud will never end

-knowing each others preferences without trying: Link will be shopping and just instinctively avoid certain foods because “oh Ravio doesn’t like that” or Ravio will see someone (maybe one of the Chain or Zelda) going to get something for Link and being like “Link doesn’t like the way that material/fabric feels”

These are just a few things but I just really want to see more platonic normal roommate things with Ravio and Link/Legend, it could be so fun

#not a ship #Ik it is not a popular opinion but I think Ravio/Legend or Four/Shadow counts as Linkcest #Since they’re all technically a Link #Same with The Colors being shipped with each other #it just makes sense #but that’s just my opinion #headcanon #legend of zelda #a link between worlds #linked universe #legend lu #albw ravio #lu ravio #linked universe headcanons #A link between worlds headcanon #roomates #they’re brothers your honor #Those are real house rules I’ve had #I was the animal gatherer unfortunately for my poor allergies ridden roomate

[bigsexiest]

Just something silly

Some ghouls like to pile on each other in the living room after dinner. 

Usually, Mountain likes to head to bed early, only to wake up before the sun so he can tend to his gardens before it becomes too hot. Rain slinks to his room to do Lucifer knows what—Cirrus and Cumulus like to cuddle with each other in the privacy of their room. 

So Swiss, Phantom, Aurora, and Dew stay in the living room, enjoying each other’s company before Aether finishes washing dishes and cleaning countertops.

They usually lay on the floor. The couch was deemed too small after one instance of Aurora falling off and hurting her wrist. Swiss was too worried about her to consider using the couch again for their cuddle pile.

Swiss is usually the ghoul to take charge and lay a soft blanket out, while the three other ghouls stand on the outskirts waiting for him to wave them over. Then it’s a free-for-all. 

Phantom and Aurora fight over who will get to cuddle closest in Swiss’s arms. Dew is just happy to have someone hold him while he waits for Aether to finish cleaning.

In the past, the ghouls have offered to help clean up but Aether insists that it’s faster without the extra bodies in the way. He enjoys the process of watching the mess he’d made disappear. All the pots and pans and cutting boards cleared away.

The leftovers are safely portioned in the fridge for his loved ones to discover tomorrow. Dew has a propensity for eating last night's leftovers for breakfast in the morning. Aether hates it but Dew insists that breakfast is a social construct and the food tastes just as good no matter what time of day it is. Sadly enough for Aether, Dew has similarly corrupted Phantom. So the leftovers are packaged by Aether with love knowing his sweet ghouls will enjoy them in the morning.

Dew has just settled down with his head resting atop Aurora’s chest, listening to her heartbeat mixed with the purring of all the ghouls when he hears something that could wake him from the deepest sleep. From miles away, he would come running for that sound. 

He can already hear Swiss whining as Phantom chirps and rips himself from Swiss's arms and jumps up, sprinting to the kitchen. Dew isn’t far behind, Aurora and Swiss also getting up and following.

Phantom may have beaten him to the kitchen, but Dew knows he’s Aether’s favorite.

Aether had been trying to keep quiet. Pulling the ice cream from the freezer went fine. Taking out four bowls flew completely under their radar. Even doling out scoops of ice cream into the bowls didn’t raise an eyebrow. Aether was surprised at how lost to the world they were from within each other’s arms. Usually, Dew would keep an ear open for his mate, waiting to hear him call so they could retire to their room. 

It wasn’t until he pulled out the whipped cream that they came running. He was able to get the cap off and the first squirt into Swiss’s bowl before they all started mobbing him. 

Trying to avoid a maul between Phantom and Dew, which was seconds away from happening based on the growls and snarling coming from the two, fighting each other to get closer to Aether, he places the bowls on the ground as quickly as possible.

He slides the bowls to different corners of the kitchen, trying to keep them all far away from each other. All four ghouls reverted to their basest form, following instincts to get to the sweet treat. They probably wouldn’t have acted so feral if they weren’t all together. The competition between them only amplifies their emotion. Snuffling along the floor, tripping over limbs to get to the ice cream, Aether thought it was all very cute.

He still had the can of whipped cream in his hand. Not that the ghouls would notice the difference without it. Aether felt bad anyway. So he went to each ghoul’s bowl and gave them each a hefty spray of whipped cream. Their snarling had turned to excited purring, but Dew’s tail continued to swish with anger. 

When Swiss finished first, he laid his entire body down on the floor, content to lick his bowl relishing a deep feeling of satisfaction.

When Phantom finished he immediately slinked across the floor to Aurora’s bowl trying to see if he could steal some of hers. Good riddance she was just finishing up as well. Instead of lashing out at him, she took to licking around his mouth, cleaning up the mess he’d made.

Aether stood a few feet behind Dew, ensuring none of the ghouls could try and do what Phantom had tried to do to Aurora. She was very forgiving about theft, but Dew would have flipped out. Aether could just imagine his little fire ghoul with his claws out, teeth bared, ready to tear the throat out of anyone who came close. Aether would have had to stay up for hours in the infirmary patching up whichever ghoul thought it was smart to get between Dew and his ice cream.

When Dew finished eating his ice cream, his tail stopped swishing, and he sat up on his knees looking at Aether. The other ghouls were still preoccupied, and Aether was sure they’d eventually find their way back to their rooms. He decided to leave the empty bowls on the floor, sure he’d return to clean them in the morning. Maybe Mountain would guess what happened and put them away for Aether while he was preparing his coffee in the early hours of the dawn.

Either way, it was a problem for future Aether. Present Aether was ready to pick up his lovely fire ghoul and carry him to their room where he could lick the remnants of the ice cream off Dew’s face and Dew could gently fall asleep purring heavily and kneading at Aether’s chest in contentment.

(just something I thought might be cute)

#aether #dewdrop #the band ghost #ghost band #swiss #aether ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #my shitty fanfiction #dewther #dewdrop x aether

[plentyoffandoms]

can you please write an Christian Cage X Fem Reader Story (SMUT/Age Gap Couple of 22 years)

Christian and reader are dating and she's also an Wrestler in AEW but due to an injury not performing at the time, and when Christian lost the TNT Championship he went back home to their shared apartment since he got an couple weeks off, and when he arrived she surprises him with some new lingerie, high heels and an good massage to help him relax and he gets turned on and shows her his way to thank her for her way to make him relax and slowly starts to undress her and had some passionate sex with her🔥

Relax

Christian Cage x f/Reader (18+)

Main Masterlist ♡ Christian Cage Masterlist

Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

Warnings: Picture of lingerie & heel under the cut. smut under the cut. Protected & Unprotected sex. P in v. Age gape. Reader in their late 20s, Christian is 49/50. Oral (m & f receiving) cum swallowing. Fingering.

Gifs & photos do not belong to me. 1st gif @bullet-clubs-bitch

Requested by anonymous. Hope you like it.

Also, the photo is just to show the outfit, not what I am picturing the reader to look like.

WC: 1249

Jay - Christian

I sighed as I got off the elevator on my floor. After losing the TNT Championships, I deserve these next couple of weeks off.

I am happy for Adam, but I am even happier about getting to relax and spend time with the woman I love, who was not there tonight to watch me lose the championship, as she has been off work herself due to being injured during her last match with Julia.

I opened the door, calling out her name. "I'm in the bedroom, baby. I'll be out in one second. I have a surprise for you."

I perked up at that.

I sat on our couch wondering what the suprise could be. "Close your eyes, Jay."

I did just that, as I heard her walk down the hallway from our bedroom to our living room. "Okay baby, you can open your eyes."

When I did open my eyes, I closed them once more and left out a low groan at what she was wearing.

"You like?" She asked me with a giggle.

"You trying to kill me?" I asked her as I looped my fingers in between the hearts and pulled her into my lap to kiss her.

Her hands went straight for my hair, and mine went straight for her ass, pulling her even closer to me if that was possible, but suddenly, she pulled back. "I have one more suprise for you."

"There is more?"

"I am going to give you a massage. I can feel how tense you are, and I want you as relaxed as possible."

I wanted to say I didn't need a massage, but she was right, and she was a registered massage therapist, and I know she can make me feel good.

"Okay."

"Good, now off to your office. I have everything set up in there." She slid off of me and turned to walk down the opposite hallway came down, and I became almost tongue tied at the image of her walking away.

Her ass on full display, leaving nothing to the imagination, and those new fucking heels.

I got up to follow her as she called for me. I looked up at our ceiling, wondering what I've done to deserve this wonderful woman in my life, when she called my name once more, making me jog the short distance.

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As I laid face down on her massage table, enjoying what she was doing to my back and shoulders, as I relaxed with not only her touch, but the oils she was rubbing into my skin.

But after 15 minutes, she had me flip onto my back, and I had her boobs hanging in my face, so of course I couldn't help but get turned on. I could feel my dick twitch under the blanket, but she didn't even notice, but this torture went on for another 5 minutes before I sat up, and swung my legs to the side, to hang off of the side of the table, which startled her.

"Everything okay, Jay?"

I held up arms open, muttering, "Come here." The moment she was in between my legs, I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her, hard, making her gasp against my lips, but kissing me back with just as much passion.

I pulled back but kissed down her neck towards her chest. My hand reached between our bodies to squeeze her tit.

"Let me show you how grateful I am for all your help, baby." I said to her, making her bite her lip and nod her head enthusiastically.

"Now even though you look fucking gorgeous in this, but I need to get it off of you."

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The only thing left on her was the garters, and the two straps around her waist, and oh, her fucking heels. When she was about to take them off, I told her to keep them on.

They are now over my shoulders digging into my back as my face is buried in between her gorgeous thighs. I have three fingers buried in her pussy, quickly bringing her to her second orgasm of the night.

Her hands were in my hair, gripping the strands tight, making sure I couldn't get away. It's not like I would want to. Not with her taste on my lips and chin or how she is moaning my name, like that was her only coherent thought.

My fingers were buried deep inside her pussy, rubbing against that spongy spot that has her arching her back, crying out my name as she came once more on my tongue and fingers. I pulled away from her, even as she let out a disappointing moan.

"Get on your stomach, baby."

I moved off our bed, and she did as I asked, getting on her hands, and I was gripping my cock, jerking it off as I took in how gorgeous she looked.

Her thighs soaked with her juices, her pussy just begging to be filled by me and only me.

I got behind her and placed my cock against her opening, slowly sliding into her warmth.

The both of us moaned as I filled her slowly until I bottomed out.

My hips flush against her ass, her moaning my name once more, begging for me to move, but I stayed there, not moving. Just enjoying the feeling of her pussy fluttering around my cock.

Until I couldn't take it anymore.

I gripped the two straps around her waist, pulled back and slammed my cock back into her, making her scream. I did this a few times, my thrusts getting harder, her ass jiggling after every hard thrust.

"Gonna fuck you so good, your not gonna be able to walk properly." I promised.

◆

I switched her to different positions until I had her on her back, folded in half, with her legs hanging over my shoulders, digging those heels into them once more.

Her moans were mixed with screaming of her pleasure. The pleasure I was causing.

"That's it, baby. Let the neighbours hear how good I fuck you." Her grips around me tightened as I kissed her and gave her one particularly hard thrust.

"Jay." She whimpered.

"Come on baby, give me one more. I can feel you. Give me on more and I'll let you have my cum."

While I was gone, all she said she wanted was for me to cum down her throat. Me finishing off in her mouth is our favourite thing to end.

I fucked until she was crying out my name as she came for the fifth time.

"That is what I am talking about." I growled, finally letting myself go. I fucked her until I knew I was close.

I pulled out of her, pulled her to the side of the bed, on her side and placed my cock in her mouth just as the first rope of cum hit the back of the throat.

I gripped her head as I gently thrust in and out of her mouth, feeling her swallow everything I had to give.

Once I was done, I pulled out of her mouth, and she opened her mouth to show me that she swallowed it all.

Before climbing into bed with her, I took off the heels and placed them in our shared closet.

I got into bed next to her, pulling into my arms.

"Thank you for everything baby." I said as I kissed the top of her head.

"Anything for you Jay."

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[reidsdimples]

When Everything Changed | Part 5- Finale

18+ ❤️‍🔥 MDNI ‼️

Spencer Reid x BAU!Reader

Enemies to lovers

Part 4 | Master list

The truth comes out

“When are we going to admit that this isn’t hate?” He murmurs and kisses your head.

You didn’t want to answer him because you knew you never hated him. You may be annoyed by him at times but the truth was, a sick thrill shot through you when you bickered with him. It always had.

“It’s easier to hate you,” you whisper, still lying against him on the floor.

You’re fucked out, you can’t move after what he did to you.

“Why?” His voice is so low you’d miss it if you weren’t on him. You shake your head.

“Getting close to someone in this field is dangerous. Look at us,” you wriggle free and turn to face him. “We were both shot.”

“The average FBI agent is shot once in their entire career, most not at all. The odds of that happening to one of us again are slim,” he reasons. You drop your shoulders.

“Spence,” you sigh.

“I know you don’t hate me. You want to. But you can’t,” he stands and moves over to the couch where he wraps himself in a blanket.

You sigh and get your footing under you, your legs still wobbly and pull on your underwear.

“I thought that was just about getting it out of our systems,” you stand in front of him which forced him to look up at you. He winces and his throat injury though and stops. You sit on the coffee table in front of him.

“Did it work? Am I out of your system?” He stares through you.

The truth was, you didn’t think you’d ever get enough of him after that. You had never been with someone who could work your body so well. You simply shake your head ‘no’.

His eyes level with yours.

“I’m not asking for a relationship. I’m asking you to stop pretending that this-“ he grabs your arm and yanks you towards him until his face is in front of yours. “Isn’t fun. That you haven’t gone home after a heated argument with me and finger fucked yourself.”

“How did you-“

“You’re not as good as you think at managing your micro expressions,” he gives you a sky grin.

He had been alot better at that part than you.

“You’re not as inconspicuous as you might think,” you jerk your arm away from his grip.

“Yeah?” He tilts his head, challenging you.

“"I cannot fix on the hour, or the spot, or the look or the words, which laid the foundation, It is too long ago. I was in the middle before I knew that I had begun."” You quote from his journal, from Jane Austen.

His mouth falls open, he was utterly shocked.

“You read my journal that night,” he stands, angry.

“I just saw the blurb you fell asleep writing,” you respond and cross your arms.

“Writing a quote from a book isn’t proof of anything,” he snaps. “I have an eidetic memory, I do that sometimes.”

“Maybe, but look how pissed you are,” you scoff.

You’re being an asshole and you know it. His cheeks turn red and he moves from the small space where you had been facing him.

“Pissed you made an assumption about my feelings for you, yeah,” he raises his voice. It’s still scratchy.

“What feelings Spencer?” You shout and march over to him. “Why are you so angry if there are no feelings?” Now you’re grabbing his arm and turning him towards you.

You ignore your phone ringing, a text follows it.

He glares at you, his eyes travel over your body where you’re only wearing a tank top and panties. You didn’t back down though, you wanted him to admit what his pride wouldn’t let him.

Both of you were acting like children in the face of your feelings. You were aware of it. He had to be too.

“Let go of me,” he demands.

“No,” you dig your nails into his bicep. “Tell me the truth.”

“The truth?” He huffs a laugh and tries to take his arm back from your grip. You double down and place a hand on his chest, pinning him against a bookshelf. “The truth is, if you don’t let me go, I am going to fuck you until you can’t walk,” he whispers. His words travel through you, straight to your still sore pussy. Your heart pounds in your throat and in your head at his threat.

His phone rings and you drop your hands to let him get it.

“Morgan,” he pauses. “Yeah, good. Okay sounds good.” He hangs up and turns to you. “They got him, everyone’s good. We can start our reports after we sleep.

You glance at the clock, 4am. Damn. Sleep sounds amazing.

“Okay,” is all you say. You’re glad the team is safe but your mind is whirling from Spencer’s words, his actions.

“Why don’t you take my bed. I’ll sleep on the couch,” he sighs.

“No you’ve been in the hospital for weeks. Go sleep in your bed,” you demand, pointing to his room.

“It doesn’t matter what I say, you always have to argue or disagree,” he shakes his head.

“I’m trying to be considerate. God you’re impossible,” you groan.

He appears behind you, his body pressing against yours. You wonder if he can sense your arousal after his threat, after going back and forth with him.

“Go get in my bed,” his words are lethal. They leave no room for arguing.

You step forward out of his reach and hurry into his room. Fine, you’d sleep in his bed. You were trying to be nice, so much for that. You slam his door closed behind you.

You pull back the comforter, his bed perfectly made and slide in between the black silk sheets.

You think you hear him approaching the door after using his en suite bathroom, or maybe you hope you do. But he never enters. You watch the ceiling fan spin slowly in the dark. You had never been so sexually satisfied and the frustrated in such close succession.

You groan and put a pillow over your head. It doesn’t help, it smells like him. Annoying, sexy, frustrating him.

You toss and turn in the dark for what has to be an hour before you give up and stare back at the ceiling. Of course you left your phone in the damn living room.

This was torture, knowing he was out there, being surrounded by his scent in his bed. Maybe you could just make yourself cum once and you’ll be able to sleep. That would be plenty right? Especially after the amount of times he made you orgasm already. You bet you’d sleep blissfully. You kick the covers off and spread your legs wide, the cold air from the fan blowing over your pussy.

You slide your hand over your stomach and down into your panties. You’re surprised to find your clit so swollen with need, sensitive to the touch from overuse but begging for more. Begging for him. God you wanted him again.

Your eyes roll back as you begin to circle your clit, pressing hard and grinding your hips against yourself. You turn your head and moan into the pillow as you remember him between your legs.

“Finally that mouth is good for something,” you remember saying. Fuck it was so hot the way he looked up at you from between your legs.

“Dirty girl,” comes Spencer’s gravely voice from the doorway of his bedroom. You hadn’t heard the door open.

You startle and throw the blankets back over yourself. You were well and truly caught.

You see him saunter towards you in the dark and the bed dips as he crawls over you.

You meet his eyes, his own full of hunger.

“Show me how wet you are,” he whispers in your ear. You moan and bring your fingers up, shoving them in his mouth. He sucks gently, sliding his tongue between your fingers. You imagine the way that motion felt in your pussy.

He pulls the blanket off of you and kneels between your legs. He forces your knees flat to the bed so you’re spread wide for him. You wonder how many women he’s had in this position in this very spot. It’s fucking hot to imagine, Spencer, a womanizer. It was the only explanation for his filthy mouth and skills.

He pushes your panties to the side and pumps his long middle finger into you with ease.

“Let’s make a deal,” he muses and tilts his head as he slowly withdrawals his finger to the tip.

“Hmm,” you can’t talk. He presses it back in torturously slow.

“You’re going to tell me how you really feel about me. Then and only then will I expose my true feelings to you,” he hums as he slides his finger in and out of you. “I know you’re stubborn so I’m more than willing to fuck it out of you if I must.”

He removes his finger completely.

“Because the truth is, I want you to know how I feel,” he murmurs and bends down to kiss your pussy. Your underwear an all too cruel barrier.

Your arch up towards his mouth and he nips you with his teeth. You moan loudly.

He tears you free of your underwear and settles between your legs, looking up at you with pleading eyes.

“Deal Spencer, please,” you beg and push your throbbing pussy towards his mouth. You needed him so bad, needed some kind of friction.

He pushes his tongue into your entrance and drags it all the way up through your folds, soaking his tongue. He lets out a sinful groan, pleased.

His two middle fingers find your entrance and curl upward, causing you to squirm at the blinding pleasure. He pins you down with his other arm across your hips and pumps into you while he sucks and licks at your clit.

“Spencer please it’s too much,” you cry out. You can’t believe how good it feels when he speeds up his tongue and applies more pressure inside of you.

“Tell me or I’ll stop,” he pauses. Leaving you to pant for a moment.

“I-“ you whimper.

He resumes his expert movements, winding you so tight it’s painful. You need to cum, you can’t take much more.

“You’re not listening,” he hums and withdrawals his fingers and mouth just as you’re approaching a euphoric orgasm.

“When we almost lost you, I realized I felt more,” you pant, your eyes blowing wide as you look down at him. His pink lips glisten with your arousal and he grins before sliding those wicked fingers back into you.

“Good girl,” he speaks against you and gives you want you want.

He pulls your clit into his mouth while his fingers pump you violently, curling to reach that spot deep inside of you. He presses you harder into the mattress, applying mind numbing pressure to your uterus. You’d never felt anything like it, how was he… how did he…

“Spencer!” An uncharacteristic scream erupts from your throat as the most intense orgasm you’ve ever experienced crashes through you.

You’re shaking around his fingers as he plants kisses against your pussy and slowly removes them. He plunges them into his mouth and licks them clean until you’re staring at him in awe. He was so fucking beautiful.

“That was easier than I thought it would be,” he crawls on top of you. His hair falls forward as he stares into your eyes. You whimper in defeat.

“I’m scared I’m falling for you. It makes me angry,” you whisper.

To your surprise he leans down and kisses you, his lips impossibly soft and warm.

“I’ve already fallen for you. I’ll catch you. I won’t let you get hurt,” he speaks softly and kisses you again. His admission feels like the most gentle caress and the greatest victory.

His hands push under your body and he brings your arms above your head. He holds you there, kissing you desperately. Your tongue pushes back against his until you’re both breathless and he’s grinding his erection against you.

Neither of you were done with each other despite the admission. You could spend the next 24 hours with him between your legs.

This brilliant, irritating, and irresistible man had somehow broken his way into your heart. You didn’t know it until he was fighting for his life in a hospital bed.

A strange sort of determination settles over you. You wouldn’t chance losing him again without loving him first.

“You’re mine,” it’s not a question, it’s more like he’s declaring it.

“Yours,” you nod and kiss him hungrily again.

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[puppypeter]

I want to read about Jamie courting the hell out of Roy, wining and dining him, bringing him coffee in the morning, leaving him pastries on his desk with a sweet post it note, buying him flowers, making him hella flustered and panicky at the lack of control because that's always been Roy's role when dating someone

#he also brings him soup and medicine when he's sick of course #and sometimes he'll carry his bag or the groceries bags #the first time Roy stays over at Jamies and Jamie makes sure he's got ice packs for his knee and the right freeze cream to give him a massa #he'll bump hips with him while walking and look him with those big smiley eyes #he lets Roy borrow his hoodie one day and then proceeds to be unable to stop starting at him cause he loves him so much in his clothes #he wants to do all the domestic shit with Roy #he smiles so big every time they brush their teeth together or go grocery shopping or hold hands in the car #I have this obsession with picturing Roy having a very shitty day with chronic pain and Jamie just finds him curled up on the couch facing #the back of it grimacing in pain wrapped up in a blanket #and he knees on the floor right by his head and wraps his arms around him like one going over Roy side but under Roy's arm then holding his #their hands over Roy's chest #slowly nuzzling his neck giving little temple kisses whispering soothing words #roy jamie #royjamie #jamieroy #jamie x roy #roy x jamie

[honorary-fool]

redoing an old serenitea pot realm to be a house for the husband & his husband fr

#genshin impact #venti #xiao #xiaoven #mostly bc (with inspo of lunasmr videos) it was gonna be for the traveler & venti #and then while editing the rooms i saw i put xiao in the room too #so i figured 'fuck it' & xiao's getting his own room on the first floor & venti just goes between his & my own/lumine's it'll be great #polycule moment /lh #. #WAIT THIS WOULD BE FUNNY AS SHIT W/ GENSHIN CARMEN W A I T GENIUS MOMENT OMFG #dipshit (/aff) finally asks 'em out ; 'wdym you have a bf?? fr?? sick!' ; yadda yadda yadda they accompany him (v) to liyue & 'wdym one of #the adepti is your bf that's so cool??' ; gradually carmen & xiao get over the awkwardness when it comes to socializing (mostly w/ assistan #from venti) & at an even *later* date. something something polycule in which both of them are dating venti. and an **even later** date all #are dating each other ; xiao's the one that gifts them the teapot and immediately vae goes ham trying to make it pretty & suitable for all #of them ; each of them have their own bedroom & a kitchen & the indoor mini-stage for when either of the resident bards feel like doin' a #lil serenading & a spot under the stairs w/ couches & bookcases & a tea set & a big wicker basket of extra blankets for cuddling/falling #asleep on the couch and #... this was supposed to be a semi-shitpost HOW DID THIS HAPPEN #og posts #carmen's ocs #oc x canon #canon x oc #venti x oc #xiao x oc #carmven #xiaocarmven

[vulcanette]

gonna try to sew something this weekend, I haven’t had the time and it’s been bumming me out

#personal #a small diary entry #I think I wanna make a long sleeve shirt for keiko #way too long explanation but when she’s afraid she doesn’t sit on any of her expensive orthopedic mattresses or the couches or beds or even #the carpet #she goes and sits on the bare floor under my bed and cowers #which is tragic I have tried everything #I have also put a blanket under there for her so it won’t be so rough on her #but unfortunately #her belly and her elbows are all roughed up from laying on the ground #she is an old lady dog 😭 #so I was thinking if I made her a special T shirt #it might help #my sewing

[keeps-ache]

oof i haven't had a genuine freakout in months lolllll

#just me hi #i can't find my stylus this isn't great jkahbskdbbvbb #i can't find it anywhere i don't know where it could be #i forgot to put it back in last night ig and i found it today but it must've been moved i can't find it #oh gosh i'm gonna get so scolded for this aaaagh #i'm typing so i don't give myself a headache rn but i'm not UGHHGHGH #WHY do i lose EVERYTHING i TOUCH #now isn't the time for wreck-it-ralph references aaaaaaAAgh #oops i scraped the side of my face digging in somewhere #it's not on the floor it's not under the couch it's not in the blankets it's not in my pencil case it's not with my books it's not in my #boxes it's not in the pillows it's not under the mattress it's not in the backroom it's not anywhere i could've put it #why why why why why #uuuuhghghghh why why why do i do this #please please i just want to find the stupid thing forget about drawing at this point #i've pulled up everything it could've been under why why #GOSH i'm never going to have anything again in my entire life i'm just going to hear about the time i lost my stylus and everything else #AAAAAAHHHHHHHGHGHGHHG #stupid stupid stupid WHY was it out of the SPOT #AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA #OK. GONNA GO LOOK FOR IT NOW #AAAAA.

[fedorahead]

maximalist bed 💜💚

#making my bed is really hard because of my disability #ive always struggled with it #and for a lot of my adult life i didn't have a bed #sleeping on floors- sofas- for several years some couch cushions held together by a twin fitted sheet #i bought this bed last year #my first bed #it has been immensely disappointing #it said it could handle our weights but has broken multiple times #anyway #i did some repairs tonight- fixed the slats #and my husband helped me make it #and i picked out some blankets from my huge pile because i finally have a working heater #the one with a heart #my mom made for me #the one under it is from india #even if it's unreliable and not always comfortable i love it anyway #and so do my polyfilled friends #i love you goodnight

[suguann]

an. part two of this | masterlist

You tell him you broke up with your boyfriend while he’s away for work, bunked up in a safe house in the middle of nowhere with shit reception, hearing your words as clear as day as if they weren’t the chopped-up version coming through his burner phone.

“It just…didn’t work out.”

It didn’t work out.

He pretends his stomach doesn’t pleasantly twist because he’d expected it to happen eventually. He’s not happy about it—although it does make the desert heat more bearable in his heavy tactical gear—and tells Soap to fuck off when he comments on it.

It was a one-time fuck because Simon doesn’t date. He’s tried in the past before he met you—the flowers, the late-night dinners—but with him being gone almost every other month (sometimes longer, shorter if he’s lucky), it never works out in the end. Sleeping with you twice would fall under that category, the quasi-relationship kind, and make everything messier than it needs to be. 

Just some fun, no strings, those are the words he promised.

If only he believed them.

He does, for all of two weeks until he’s home again, and it’s summer, so you’re wearing a flowy dress that shows off the long expanse of your legs. 

(He’s a goner—not even sure why he tried to think otherwise.)

That one time he’d promised turns into a second, both of you stumbling into your apartment after a night out. The music from the pub still thumping loudly underneath your floor as he pushes you against the front door, hands in your hair—on your waist, underneath your skirt, down your thigh to hitch it over his waist—teasing your mouth open with a swipe of his tongue across your bottom lip.

You make this delighted little noise in the back of your throat, arching into him, and his hand spans down your stomach, beneath your underwear, to nudge your messy clit with his knuckle, wanting to hear all the sounds you make now that he has you alone. 

A whiny cry of his name rewards him—jeans tightening around his waist at the sound—when his fingers go down, down until they press against your tight little hole, one finger pressing inside slowly. "If I make you cum, I get to fuck you here.”

You smile prettily, and it disarms him. “If you make me cum, you can fuck me however you want.”

Neither of you makes it to the bed, falling asleep on the living room floor instead, the blanket from the couch draped haphazardly over both of you with his arm curled over your waist.

That night had been a slip of judgment, a product of wanting something warm and soft after several months of only having his hand for company.

It happens again and again, and he keeps letting it happen until there’s no more hiding under the guise of just fun because it somehow turns into a lot more than that.

Simon can’t explain how it happens—maybe becoming something he can touch and hold and think about often—but he finds himself in an exclusive relationship with you that isn’t exactly a relationship because he’s unsure of the ins and outs that they entail.

(Always has been.)

His father was a shit role model, and it was always easier finding someone new who didn’t know his name or care about his scars and only wanted a nice fuck. There had never been any point in shooting for something serious when it was always out of the question for him, until now, that is.

He takes you to that over-rated restaurant overlooking the Thames Marcus never brought you to. A picture of you and him with the sunset in the background—your smile almost blinding in the photo—becomes his home screen, and he finds he doesn’t care when Soap has something to say about it.

He lets you do nonsensical shit, like buying small plants for his house that are surely going to die from him being gone before he comes up with the great idea to give you a key. It’s just a key.

(It’s more than just a key.)

Simon finds himself asking if he can come over more often throughout the week, which slowly moulds and shifts into nights filled with things other than sex—sleeping after a long day of work, cuddling on the couch, cooking together, going to the movies—he doesn’t try to make a big deal out of it because you used to hang out all the time without sex. 

(Somewhere, there’s a but in there.)

There’s still no label to whatever this is, and he wonders if you want him to be the first to say the thing you’ve both been dancing around for a little over…he can’t remember, but he knows it’s been long enough for your things to mix in with his at his house. 

Be with me because I’m yours, and you’re mine, that’s what he’s trying to say, and it’s never the right time. Men like him—a little broken, rough, and jagged around the edges sharp enough to cut—aren’t good with words like that.

(That’s what he thought.)

If he hadn’t seen you talking to a guy at the pub, eyes crinkling in that same sweet way whenever Simon makes you laugh, he wonders if he would’ve been the first to break from the start. He knows it’s your job as a bartender to be nice, but his jaw clicks at the sight of the guy leaning over the bar and into your space, almost too close.

The feeling doesn’t go away until he has you spread out on your mattress under him—clothes haphazardly peeled out of the way for him to put his mouth on you—your lips pursed tight around two of his fingers to give you something to focus on as his other hand works between your thighs, pressing down on your tongue when gurgled little sounds slip out.

He teases you with a small, pink vibrator he found inside your bedside table, your legs kicking out and toes curling into his calves.

“Mine. This is mine, love,” he groans, pressing you further into the bed with his weight. “Do you understand?”

You nod, tears pearling and leaking from the corner of your eyes.

“Lemme cum,” you whine, words muffled. “Simon, I want to cum. Please.”

He won’t lie that he’s close after jerking into his fist to the sight of you writhing on the sheets—swears he can feel his heartbeat throbbing against the back of his fingers—takes in your surprised expression when he pushes forward, impaling you on the first few inches of his cock.

His stomach twists from the squeal that escapes your throat, and fuck, your cunt, so hot and tight with little pulses that drive him crazy, only growing tighter when he turns up the speed on the vibrator.

“‘Mm, gonna cum. I’m—”

He grits his teeth as you start to flutter around his cock once he’s rooted inside you. “Go on—fuck—go on, love. Let me feel it.”

You look so perfect like this, like a dream: lips parted into an enticing little O with his name tumbling out in breathy mewls, tits hanging out from the bra he shoved to the side, eyes glassy and unfocused. 

“So fucking pretty.” He kisses your throat, panting into your sweat-slick skin, and it’s not long before he’s falling over the edge with you. 

Next time, he’ll have the courage to tell you: that you’re not someone he calls for a meaningless fuck on the weekend, that Simon misses you when he’s gone and can’t wait to come home, that he wants to try with you—except not when he’s balls deep and trembling inside your heavenly cunt.

But the smile he feels against his shoulder makes him think that maybe…

Maybe you already know.

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[gogogodzilla]

day 29, somnophilia

mike schmidt x reader warnings: nsfw 18+, unprotected sex, creampie, free use (kinda), semi-established relationship, neighbor!reader, part 2, part 3 kinktober ☠︎︎ main masterlist ☠︎︎ read on ao3

You and Mike came to a relatively simple agreement. You’d watch Abby while he worked nights and he’d repay you by fucking your brains out. He was hot and good in bed, plus Abby spent most of her time in her room. So, you didn’t mind your arrangement much. 

That was until Mike got so busy you hardly saw him enough to receive your payment.

“You know,” you said as you took a seat at your usual spot on his couch, “you still owe me from last week.” 

He sighed and leaned over you, placing a hand on each side of the back cushion, trapping you. 

He pressed a kiss to your lips, “I know. I’ll make it up to you. Promise.” 

You grinned, “I’ll leave the light on for you.” 

Mike surprised you that night when he came home late that night, and you had curled yourself up in his bed, fast asleep. You awoke with Mike pressing heated kisses along your neck and his hand between your thighs. He pressed his free hand against your mouth, muffling the desperate moans that fled past your lips. 

You’d stay tangled between his sheets until the early morning when you’d sneak back across the street to your own home. Ever since that night, you’d tell him that if you wanted him to wake you up like that. The light was on more often than not. 

When he started working nights, things became slightly more complicated. By the time he got back in the morning, it was time to wake Abby up for school and you had to get ready for the day. That was until you had the day off and an idea struck you. 

You were about to head out the door before you turned to Mike, “Leave the light on for me?” 

His eyebrows furrowed for a split second before the corners of his mouth quirked up. “Yeah, of course,” he nodded and you were out the door, grinning. 

You waited a few hours, performing menial tasks around your home before you decided it was time to put your plan into action. Abby was off to school and Mike was asleep soundly in his bed, headphones placed securely on his ears and nature sounds drifting out of them. You slowly crept further into Mike’s room and began to set up the camcorder at the foot of his bed, flinching at the slightest creak of the tripod. 

You knew Mike wouldn’t wake up, but it was more exciting if you made yourself believe there was a chance. You pressed record and giddiness filled you. You made a show of stripping for the camera. You slowly slid off your sweatpants and underwear in one swoop. 

You picked up the pair of jeans he had on the floor and held them up to the camera, doing your best game show girl impression. You picked up your underwear and tucked them in the front pocket, patting it in before setting them at the foot of his bed. Your shirt was the next to go. You faced the camera as you slowly tugged your shirt over your head, revealing your bare chest underneath. 

You trailed your fingers up your torso and circled your fingers around your nipples, causing them to harden under your touch. You leaned your head back to give him a full view of your chest as you pinched one of your nipples between your fingers, gasping slightly. 

You turned and sauntered to his side of the bed where he was sleeping soundly. You ran your fingers gently over his forehead, brushing his hair out of the way, and pressed a kiss to his forehead. 

He made your job easier by wearing a black t-shirt and briefs and by always sleeping on his back. You threw the blankets covering his form to the side and kneeled beside the bed. Your hands wandered over his thighs before palming him through his briefs. 

You crawled into bed next to him and your hands drifted past the waistband of his briefs. You stroked him, slowly, before freeing his cock from its confines. You pulled his briefs down and over his balls, just enough for you to access everything freely.

You threw a leg over his thigh and your hand wrapped around his cock once again. He had begun to harden in your grasp but you couldn’t quite get enough friction. You slid down his body and turned so the camera could get a clear view of what you were about to do. 

You held him in your hand and swiped your tongue across the head of his cock. You groaned at the taste of him and enveloped your lips fully around him. You swirled your tongue around the pink-hued tip and Mike’s breath caught slightly but he didn’t stir. 

You steadily bobbed your head, gradually taking more of him with every stroke. One hand stroked what you couldn’t reach while the other gently fondled his balls. You pressed your tongue against the underside of his shaft, and Mike’s cock twitched in your mouth. 

You pulled away and licked your lips when the ache between your thighs became too great. You carefully straddled his lap and ground against his cock, spreading your slick. A soft moan left you as the tip hit your clit just right. 

You brought your hand down to where your bodies met and aligned him with your entrance. The whine that escaped you as you lowered yourself onto him was loud and you slapped a hand over your mouth to muffle it. 

You missed his hands roaming your body as you rode him, but there was something so pleasurable about seeing the minute changes in his demeanor as you used him. You dipped down to press open-mouthed kisses against the column of his neck. You clenched at the thought of covering him with hickeys to find later. You leaned down and explored his chest with your lips and tongue. 

You smiled as small red marks covered his neck and chest. You were confident that they’d blossom into the purple marks you desired once he awoke. You began to rock your hips faster against him as one hand drifted down to circle your clit. You used your free hand to knead your breast, pinching and dragging your fingertip across the bud of your nipple. Your legs were beginning to burn and tremble but the familiar heat pooling in your belly spurred you on. 

You leaned forward, and the new angle had you reaching your peak in no time. You spasmed around him as you continued to jut your hips against him, riding out your high. A satisfied moan escaped you as you felt Mike twitch within you and he filled you with his cum. 

You panted softly as you slid off of him. You kissed his lips softly before fixing his briefs and covering him back up. You stopped the recording and quickly got dressed. You tucked the camcorder and tripod under your arm before leaving Mike’s home. In a few hours, you’d bring him the lunch you made him, tucking the VHS tape inside the paper bag. 

You’d hold the door for him, and walk him out to his car, smiling the entire time. 

“I hope you enjoy your lunch,” you’d mention. He’d grin, a knowing glint in his eyes. You’d leave the light on for him for when he came home.

#mike schmidt #mike schmidt x reader #fnaf movie #fnaf x reader #fnaf #five nights at freddy's #kinktober #kinktober 2023 #reader insert #no y/n #i plan on making a part 2 don't worry y'all #mike schmidt x reader smut #josh hutcherson #michael schmidt #michael schmidt x reader

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reasons for there to be only one bed ˗ˏˋ ꒰ 🍊 ꒱

¹⁾ they’re undercover as a married couple, and as such need to act like one

²⁾ there’s technically two beds available, but it’s freezing cold and everybody knows body heat works best

³⁾ it’s a camping trip, and one character’s forgotten their sleeping bag

⁴⁾ a character goes to their friend’s house after an emotional upheaval in search of comfort, and ends up staying the night - but refuses to kick the homeowner out of their own bed, resulting in the two of them sharing it

⁵⁾ in a roommate scenario, one character’s bedroom has been rendered unusable - and with the couch being unsustainable in the long run, they proffer sharing the one remaining bed as a solution

⁶⁾ there are two beds, but only one blanket

⁷⁾ a character’s taken ill, and the other party worries too much to leave them alone for even a minute

⁸⁾ in a fit of anger after a mission gone wrong, both characters sleep in the only available bed because no one was chivalrous to offer to take the floor

⁹⁾ a character’s had a nightmare, and needs company to feel safe enough to go back to sleep

¹⁰⁾ the weather takes a tumultuous turn, meaning a late night hangout has to turn into a sleepover when a character gets stranded there for the night

¹¹⁾ it’s a late night at work and when they both grow too tired to continue on, the only option is the lone office couch

¹²⁾ a threat’s been made against one/all character(s) involved, and so under the guise of safety in numbers it’s deemed safest if they stay together - everywhere

¹³⁾ one character joins the other for a late-night conversation, and ends up getting comfortable in their bed next to them - evidently too comfortable, as the char in bed falls asleep on the visitor and effectively traps them there

¹⁴⁾ there’s no bed in the shoddy refuge they’ve found after things went sideways, so when it comes time to sleep the only real choice is to stay close together

and, of course,

¹⁵⁾ it’s the last room available at the hotel after a long trip

#8 is extremely simon riley coded but you didn’t hear that from me lol #prompts #prompt list #writing prompts #writing exercise #fluff prompts #rp meme #soft prompts #otp prompts #fluff writing prompts #only one bed #only one bed prompts #forced proximity prompts