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osachiyo · 7 months

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"JUST THE TIP, BABY ! "

❐ content warnings ➩ nsfw (mdni), penetrative sex, teasing, somnophilia, petnames, established relationship, dom!character & sub!reader, full nelson (toji), prone bone (suguru), semi public sex (satoru), unprotected sex (don't do this), whiney satoru etc

❐ author's note ➩ I've been going feral for jjk men, and I find this trope so sexy. anyway, happy reading 'n hope y'all enjoy this <3

❐ summary ➩ your lover promises to only put in just the tip, but will he keep it?

≛ MINORS DNI OR I'LL KICK YO ASS ! ≛

๑ satoru ๑

"please baby− need ya s'bad," your boyfriend whined, rutting his hips into your clothed pussy. You two were on a mission, to defeat some special grade curses. "satoru− we can't! we're outside and on a mi−!" you couldn't even finish your sentence before he was sliding your panties to the side, stroking himself before lining up with your entrance. "please, just the tip− I promise, yeah?" he panted out, desperate to be inside you, staring at you with those ocean blue eyes as he waited for your permission. Once you reluctantly gave him the go-ahead, he slapped the tip of his cock against your clit before slowly pushing into you with a wet 'pop!' Your fingernails dug into his broad shoulders, strong arms propping you against the cold brick wall. "sh-shiit baby, fuuuck," he drawled, resting the urge to just slam into you without warning and fuck your brains out. But he couldn't− he promised he wouldn't.

All thoughts of resistance went out the drain when he looked at your face. Your pretty little face; mouth slightly agape as soft moans and hums escape your glossed lips, brows furrowed slightly as you looked up at him with those hazy eyes of yours. I mean, could you really blame him for slamming into you when you look at him like that? He could feel his eyes slightly roll back as your pussy engulfed him fully, loud and lewd squelching and skin against skin noises bounced off the walls of the alley. Your juices ran down your legs and his balls. God, he was insatiable when it came to you. "you− you said just the− mmh!− tip!" you babbled, hands reaching up to grip and tug at his white hair, some of it sticking to his sweaty forehead. "so sorry, pretty− this pussy's just too fuckin' goood−" he slurred, hips slamming into you as his lips smashed into yours for a messy kiss.

Really, you should've known this would happen.

๑ suguru ๑

His smiles slyly before nodding, knowing from the start that it won't take long before you crumble and beg him to fuck you silly. Snickering when you shyly ask him to put more of it in, impatient and needy for his throbbing cock inside you. He wouldn't admit it, but he's glad, he doesn't think he could stand another minute without fully plunging inside your gummy walls.

You could feel his bangs tickling your back as he presses soft kisses on the dip of your back, all the way to your shoulders before biting hard and slamming all the way into your awaiting cunt. He groaned as his hips were flush against your ass, pulling your head back by the roots of your hair before kissing you roughly. The headboard slammed against the wall with each harsh snap of his hips, abs clenching everytime a filthy noise escaped your parted lips as tears gathered on your lashes. his ravened hair cascaded down his muscular and scarred back, "thought you wanted− haah− just the tip, princess? can't even go by your own− mm yes fuck! juust like that−!" he groaned, rolling his hips against your ass with even more vigour, "can't even go by your own words, princess?" you could hear the grin in his voice, so damn smug, but you were in no position to complain, were you?

๑ toji ๑

you were peacefully reading a book, laying on your stomach− when your giant of a husband laid on top of you, his crotch right against your ass. "whatcha' readin', mama?" he questioned, breath low and gravelly against your ear. "jus' an erotic novel," you hummed, neck snapping to look at him when you felt him grinding shamelessly on your ass, "boooring, and whatcha' need erotic novels for? I'm right fuckin' here," he scoffed, making your eyes roll. "yeah okay, toji. only reading it for the male lead, he's like this god at sex−" you got cut off by your own gasp, as his large hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing it lightly, "oh yeah? betcha' 20 bucks I could do better." You pouted, excitement already pooling in your panties, "but, I reaaaally wanna read this." Toji only rolled his eyes, "c'mon baby, y'know I'm more fun than a goddamn book?" "okay, fine... but only the tip, alright?"

Toji was not happy, only getting to feel your pussy clenching on his tip, god you were so stingy! He figures he could just fold you and fuck the living daylights out of you− wait, why isn't he doing that right now?

You could feel him in your throat from how deep he was, a small bulge forming on your lower tummy everytime he thrusted into you ruthlessly. He had you in a full nelson in front of the full view mirror you loved and decorated with your cute little stickers. Heavy breaths of 'atta girl' and 'so fuckin' tight f'me, mama,' slipped out of his scarred lips, your face heating up from the desire in his voice. A palm reached down to smack your pretty pussy, your eyes opening as your gaze landed on his face in the mirror. He was smirking triumphantly, strong arms holding you up with ease, "heh, guess ya owe me 20 bucks now, sweet girl."

๑ kento ๑

Your husband, Nanami questioned his morals when he found himself hiking your nightgown up your thighs in the middle of the night, moonlight seeping in through the opened window, illuminating your features with a gentle glow, and it made him fucking feral.

That's why he had your skimpy little gown bunched up at your waist right now, he already prepped you, eating your pussy out until you gushed in his mouth, he felt too guilty not to, even if you reassured him beforehand that it was okay. He only planned to put the tip in, not wanting to wake you up at 2 am just because he couldn't keep it in his pants− even if he knew that you didn't mind, you never did. But fuck, your walls were clenching and unclenching around him so deliciously and... the next thing he knew, he was ramming into your drooling pussy, jaw clenched as he muttered soft applogies. He buried his face into your neck when you woke with a yelp, moaning and sputtering as you try to process the situation. your pussy was practically drooling and sucking him in eagerly, back arching offt he bed as his thick fingers found your clit, giving it some attention to make you cum on his cock. He smelt like cologne, and still had his work clothes on− letting you know that he came home not too long ago. His cock was hitting your sweet spot with each snap of his hips, gooey cunt swallowing him whole as he let out the most guttural noises, "fuck− sorry for the rude awakening, dear− I couldn't help myself.."

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sugurizz · 11 months

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(Smut/ NSFW +18 - minors DNI !)

Yoga instructor! Geto who starts your private session together with the brightest smile and the kindest words. He helps you unwind with some breathing exercises then tells you to mirror his movements and positions. He even gently corrects your stance to perfectly match his own.

Yoga instructor! Geto notices that your muscles are still tense and that your body needs to loosen up a bit more. So he invites you to sit in front of him and starts massaging your neck and shoulders. his slender yet powerful fingers are hitting the perfect spots in your body as if he was inside it, driving every hint of stress away through your skin.

Yoga instructor! Geto who pushes the sighs of satisfaction out of your lips. Slowly getting you all loose and putty in his hands as you try your best not to moan from his melting touches.

"I'm glad my lovely client is enjoying my small service." He whispers deeply next to your neck, eyes filled with fiery lust hiding under his dark lashes.

The heat you felt in your cheeks is now pooling in your belly, then burning down into your sex. His touches are getting painfully slower. But he's still as cool and unbothered as always, only taunting your senses and driving your heart insane for his own heart's content.

You somehow decide to strip off to your sportsbra, telling him that it makes it easier for him to reach your pressure points.

Yoga instructor! Geto who agrees with a little smirk, but now just to be fair, he gets to take off his black tank top as well.

Your back is now rubbing against his abs. His arms are caging you tight on either side and his long fingers roam dangerously lower, from the curves of your breasts down to him strocking the fat of your stomach, carressing your hips and ghosting over your wet pussy.

Yoga instructor! Geto who notices you giving him the cutest puppy eyes. You never break eye contact with him as you spread your legs wide, take his hand in yours then place it on the spot that's aching for him the most..

"Sorry...It felt a little warm. maybe because of the stress.." you drift your eyes away only for them to meet his again, cheeks squeezed between his fingers.

"Aww, is that so ??"

"Yeah.."

"don't you worry love. I'mma take care of it"...

Yoga instructor! Geto who's now face buried in your cunt cause 'he needs to relieve your inner tension'. His silky tongue is smoothing its way between your folds you and shamelessly making out with your pussy lips. His eyes are smiling at you as he releases your clit with the cutest "pop" sound.

Yoga instructor! Geto who's now pounding you in a full nelson with your legs on both sides of your head. His large hands keep your head still as he promises you he's gonna chase all your tension away.

"hnngh..how does it feel now, cupcake? ah-fuck.. is the stress gone yet?"

Yoga instructor! Geto who tells you to come more often, because he won't be charging you for your private sessions anymore.

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blood-and-better-honey · 1 year

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genuinely baffled that so many people hate country music?? like how??? y’all need to grow up

#it’s just such a multi faceted genre #and i get not liking pop country but to write the whole genre off??#maybe if y’all listened with an open heart you’d feel better #nothing more cathartic than singing about missing home and maybe sippin on a beer #also bonus points for singing in an accent #pls y’all just explore a little in ur music tastes #if ur unsure i recommend starting out with some of the classic oldies like cash and nelson #it speaks #music #country music

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ttsukiimi · 17 days

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୨୧⋆ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 ⎯ in which geto has never really found a purpose for the mirror in his bedroom until you.

୨୧⋆ 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 ⎯ geto x fem!reader, smut (mdni), full nelson position, size difference if u squint, katoptronophillia? (sx in front of a mirror), slight belly bulge, marking, unprotected sx, bit rough at the end, creamp!e. (he basically fcks you dumb!)

Suguru had always had this fantasy--a wet dream even--of ruining someone in front the spacious, looming mirror perched at the foot of his bed. Hell, he'd barely even look into the thing, only doing so when he was in a hurry or in need to fix his hair or clothes. So, it just always seemed so right.

The lucky day you finally came around, doe eyes innocently surveying around the room, lips curling upwards into a smile as he took your smaller form in his arms, he knew you'd be the one to fulfill this dirty little fantasy of his.

His sharp eyes didn't fail to notice the way your vision zoned to the mirror, admiring the gold little details around the frame. "Sugu, what do you use that for?" You asked in that sugary tone of yours, unknowing of what the question would arise into.

Suguru chuckled at the question, seeing his chance, and planted a kiss to your pulse-point, peering up at you, eyes entwined with something you couldn't quite place at the moment.

"Wanna find out?"

And you did soon enough. But by that point in time, he had your thighs pressed against your stomach as his arms locked around the back of your knees, cock pummeling in and out of you at an almost inhuman pace.

Sweat trickled down his forehead, hot pants fanning past your neck.

"Do you know now, princess?" he questioned, the sentence shaky. You locked eyes with him through the reflective glass, moaning alone at the cocky yet pleasure-stricken look on his handsome face.

Your mind felt too fuzzy for you to even consider answering him, mouth opening for an answer, though all that came out was an incoherent mewl.

"Feels that fucking good, huh? Got you dumb on my cock." Suguru groaned, losing himself to the way your walls pulsed and clamped down so deliciously around him, sucking him in like he was the breath to your lungs.

You felt heat rise to your cheeks in embarrassment at the noise your cunt made around him, the loud squelch of your juices being smothered on his dick. And even though you inwardly hoped the shameful sound would stop--Suguru felt his cock twitch inside you--it was like music to his ears.

Closing your eyes, you let your hand hang back, but almost as fast as you had did so, he spoke up. "Keep your eyes on the mirror."

And he thrust in particular hard, causing you to yelp in pleasure and pain and immediately comply with him. "But Sugu, can't keep them open," you watched his reflection, hoping he'd at least serve you some mercy--but no.

"'M not saying it again, baby." that was final. His lips attached to your neck and sucked, only popping them off until he was satisfied with the blemishes on your supple skin. He watched as he entered and came out of you, your clit red and swollen while your folds stretched to accommodate his size.

Suguru slid his gaze up and almost came on the spot.

He could see a slight bulge on your lower stomach where he fucked into you, and he swore something feral let loose in him. Suddenly he was rutting into you twice as fast, heavy and thick inside, a thin sheen of sweat now covering his forehead and sculpted body.

"Y'fucking feel that? Feel me where I'm not supposed to be?" he panted near your ear, your toes curling in sheer pleasure. You nodded, not daring to open your mouth, and let the feeling consume you.

Your thighs began to shake as you neared your high, your nerves overwhelmed with static. "Cumming!"

Before your juices dripped down his cock, the warm feeling triggering his own orgasm, and he gazed at you.

"Inside."

Suguru didn't need any more than that. He released his pent-up load into you, fucking all of it into you.

You were both left panting, inhaling in air that smelled of sex. He sighed contently and pressed a kiss to your forehead, placing your still quivering and sweaty body on the bed.

"That was..." you cut yourself off for air, "So good, Sugu."

Suguru kissed you again, this time on your lips, slowly pulling out of you with a pained and muffled groan. You didn't even want to let go of him.

His lusty gaze snaked down to your battered cunt, drinking in the sight of his seed dripping out of you and the white ring of cum formed around his base.

"Thank you, princess."

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quaintii · 11 months

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Miguel Imagine Part 2

Gif taken from TikTok @almenhenn, not mine. Please check it out!

dom!Miguel x fem!reader

(long fic) :3

Contents: rough sex, choking, hair pulling, slapping, breeding kink, bdsm, oral sex, angry sex, degradation kink, praise kink, angry sex, mating press sex position, sexual tension, mirror sex, nelson position, masturbation, sex toy, fang kink, sir kink, etc.

MDNI.

a/n: sorry if this is quite long, just trying to feed u hungry miguel whores (aka me) this gon be nastyy

You were too anxious to go to his office, but you had to. Every Spider man/woman had to submit in their reports at least every week to Miguel or Lyla because it was a mandatory checkup. You haven’t seen him since that incident, it runs through your mind constantly. You sometimes use your vibrator to relieve yourself of that immense need that you crave so desperately

~Tonight you were pulsing throughout the whole day. You couldn’t stop aching for his touch, you want to go on your knees and beg for him to tease you, to use you like a fucking slut.

You turn on your vibrator and place it on top of your clothed clit, imagining it was his hands opening your folds whilst licking your slickness.

“F-fuck..this feels so painful..” Despite the vibrator making you jerk and twitch and spwel a couple of loud moans, it didn’t feel enough. You really wished he hadn’t stopped that day. You pushed two fingers inside your wet cunt, dragging them in and out slowly while poking that soft spot that made you mewl.

”M-miguel, fuck…I want your cock inside of my pussy..please fuck me until I can’t w-walk..” You say as you start reaching your climax. Your cunt clenching hardly on your fingers as the vibrator finally made your clit release that sweet sensation through your system. You started twitching and moaning, still not removing your vibrator off your clit so you could overstimulate yourself. “Nghnmf..please fill me with your cum Miguel..” You mewl. You then approach your second orgasm, making you hold in your breath and your heartbeat fastening and pulsing loud in your ears, feeling the blood rushing.

You arched your back and rested your head on your pillow, grabbing onto your sheets and palming them on your mouth to prevent you from screaming ecstasy. You then try to steady your breath back in order as you stare directly at your ceiling. Once again, disgusted because you just masturbated about your boss. But you had yet wanted a taste of him.

Today was the day. Your weekly checkup. Unfortunately, Lyla was offline so you couldn’t submit it to her so you had to face him.

As you were getting ready, you dolled yourself a bit but not too excessively to the point someone would weirdly point out. You wore a professional blazer dress with small heels, but allowed your cleavage to pop out a bit. Teasing him was your favorite thing to do. You began approaching his office.

Your heels tapping on the floor, causing echoes to spread across the huge room. Miguel was looking through the perspective cams at the top of his floating floor, you always thought it was stupid that he would slowly go down. “C’mon Miguel, I seriously don’t have all day for you to make this ‘entrance.’ You place two fingers on your nose bridge, sighing. “Should I remind you who makes the rules around here again? I don’t understand what gives you so much balls to talk to me like you command me.” He rolls his eyes at you. “Don’t be so egotistical, Mig..you have to stop being so full of yourself. Work on that. Here are the files, take a look through them and I’ll get going,” Miguel hums and looks back and forth at the files and your face.

“Me? Being full of myself?” He chuckles with a smirk. “How about you work on not looking like a total whore.” You audibly gasp as soon as he blurts out that word. Whore.

"I am one of your employees, you should respect me! I can’t handle your awful behavior sometimes, you’re so annoying.” You say.

“What makes you think that I also can’t fucking stand you whenever you open that fucking mouth of yours?!” He says angrily as he approaches closer to you, towering you. “You really need to be taught manners because you can’t seem to behave.” He glances at your breasts, a shaky sigh leaving his lips.

Miguel is trying his best to restrain himself from breaking you right now because you just look so vulnerable, he wants to take that smug look of yours off your face. Replacing it with him thrusting deep into you, making you not be able to even think a coherent thought.

The way his suit would perfectly shape around his muscles had you pool more into arousal. There was a loud silence between the both of you and you dared not to speak. “I thought you were going to keep up with that bratty attitude? Where’d it go?” He snickered. “Shut the fuck up, Miguel. Forget it, I’m leaving.” You turn your back to face the door, being completely covered in red webs. “Let me out you weird fuck!”

”You see, I’m so frustrated how you always seem to stress me whenever you come inside of this office. You’re going to regret being a fucking brat and learn some manners ‘round here, ‘kay?” Your back hitting the door, your breath hitches as Miguel struts towards you. You try running an opposite direction til you feel a web grab around your waist and place you on a chair.

Your hands now tied up behind your back and your legs separated, also tied to the chair. “L-let me go..now.” You spurt out. “Why should I? I can smell something that says the exact opposite.” He gets closer to your face, lowering himself to your level. “I mean you arrive in that dress of yours to tease me again? Do you even understand how badly I want to rip it off your body?” You shiver a bit from his cold tone. “I’m s–sorry Mig.” Miguel grabs your chin harshly. “Don’t call me that.” His chest heaving a bit more noticeably.

You aruptably gasp as he suddenly spreads your legs, his face getting closer to your clothed cunt. He nibbles and licks your outer thigh. You try not to give him satisfaction and hold in your whines. “You’re still being a brat? Let me hear you, carino. Todavía no vas hacer caso?” (You're still not going to behave?) He presses two fingers against your clit, rubbing it slowly. He rips off your panties and licks your wetness with his warm tongue. You still refuse to let out your moans, you resisted the urge to give in even though you desperately wanted to.

”No seas asi, tesoro. No te va encantar lo que te voy hacer si me vuelves ignorar. Quiero escuchar tu sonidos bellos.” (Don't be like that, love. You're not going to like it if you ignore me again. I want to hear your sweet sounds.) He swirled his tongue on your clit and spread your folds with his girthy fingers. Miguel loved seeing you squirm and still attempt to hide your mewls. He rapidly slid in two fingers inside your cunt. You finally let out a choked groan that’s been awaiting to be released from your aching throat.

”Fu-fuck..m-more Miguel.. touch me please.” You whine. “No tan rápido, mi reina.” He slurs as he places his hot mouth onto your pussy. Two fingers inside of you, being pulled in and out in a fast pace while his thumb massaged your clit and his tongue nibbling on your folds.

You lean your head back, accepting into submission. You wanted to cum around his fingers, for him to feel how good he makes you feel and how your cunt would clench so tight around his cock. Miguel rips off your clothes right off your frame, leaving you fully exposed in front of him. His voice groaned as he has a clear view of your curvy body. He moves his head up to suck on your nipples, pushing his tongue on your nipple causing you to twitch. His face was a mix of arousal and anger that still lingered. He moved his fingers slightly quicker, keeping a solid pace.

You felt like you were going to come, the pleasure felt so good and you were yet so needy for more. “Please Mig…make me cum..I can’t hold it in anymore.” You whined. “Please.. I can’t-“ You sobbed, the only thing keeping you in place being his hard grasp on your left hip.

“Please what?” You could feel him grinding against you as his fingers fucked you silly. No matter how badly he wanted to be inside you, he almost prepped you for him. He knew how big he was and how much he could destroy you.

His fingers only went even faster when you said that while he rested his head on your shoulder. He sunk his fangs deep inside your flesh, causing you to spring up and release your orgasm. Your screams and whines echo in the room, begging for him to stop because it was just too much for you. “I thought you could handle this..fuck..”

Your body was overtaken by a wave of electricity flowing through your veins. Your body shaking and your cunt throbbing. Your vision is blurred out with tears. You’ve never felt so breathless. Miguel loved how your pussy spasmed and clenched so tight on his fingers. He pulled out his fingers and sucked them clean. Seeing that explicit look of him only made you want more. “You taste so fucking good, so sweet. You’re such a fucking good girl for cumming around my fingers.” He whispers as he presses his lips onto yours. Both of your tongues are destroying each other, the both of you becoming breathless.

Miguel removed the webs tied around you and placed you right on top of his table. You look at him through your teary lashes, your mouth agape. “I want to taste you Miguel, I want to taste your fucking cock around my throat.” That alone was enough for Miguel to force you down onto your knees and slam his cock inside of your warm throat. You choke around his sudden thrusts pick up fast. Your tongue swirls around his length, taking all of him in your mouth. “Your mouth is made just for me, only mine. You’re such a dirty whore, taking me all like a fucking slut..” He groan and his head rolls back.

His hands run along your hair, grabbing it to push you deeper onto his cock. Small tears trickling past your cheeks. The gurgling and slurping you were making made Miguel harden, along with small whimper sounds parting from Miguel’s lips were the only noise around you both, it just made you even wetter.

You loved how his cock would repeatedly twitch inside your throat, so you hollow your cheeks which make him loudly groan and jerk his hips harder.

Your moans would make his cock feel so fucking amazing as it would make your mouth clench around his cock. He looked down at you, seeing how good of a slut you were taking him. He loved seeing you under him like this, taking him so well he thought. You clawed your fingernails deep into thighs, tapping on them so you could take a chance to catch your breath. “Miguel, please just put it in..” You moaned, reaching back to swirl your hands around his tip, getting a lovely groan out of him. You lowered your head on to him once more, teasing his tip with your tongue as your right hand pumped his cock all the way from the base to your mouth. You kept a close eye on him though, making sure he didn’t cum.

He immediately removed your mouth from his cock. That’s when you felt his bare cock teasing your entrance, covering himself in you. His voice was low and husky, laced with want. “I’m going to fill this pretty pussy of yours.”

Miguel didn’t want to cum inside of your mouth, he wanted to pump his hot cum deep inside your womb. He wanted to breed you like an animal. He quickly pulled you back up from your knees, placing your legs on his shoulders. You were now in a mating press position. He slammed his hips against yours, reaching your cervix.

Miguel could get a perfect view of his dick aligned with your warm cunt, how your cunt would suck him perfectly. Your eyebrows furrowed as you cried out, taken back by his cock pounding up into you. You slumped down, resting your head on his shoulder, to cock drunk to do anything else. "F-Fuck you're so good at this!" You shriek when he had his fingers pinching each of your nipples as he bit on the soft spot of your neck.

"Mm, I know, cariño." The way he whispered in your ear made you shiver above him. You held onto his arms but at some point Miguel slipped one arm down, rubbing your clit to increase the tension as he thrusted deep inside you. You were so cock-drunk, you couldn’t let out any word besides moans.

Miguel altered your positions so you were now facing a mirror. “You like it, huh, cariño?" He growled as his pace fastened deeper into your cunt. The sight of him fucking you in the mirror drove you crazy, crazy that you were clenching so tight - “You’re my little dirty slut aren’t you, muñeca?” "Yes sir, I love your cock inside of my f-fucking pussy..."

"Say that one more time and I'll have you screaming my name. He said dangerously.

"Please sir. Let me…" He pulled away from you and flipped you over so you were now underneath him. Still in front of the mirror, MIguel grabbed your throat, pulling it so you could arch your back.

Miguel moaned as you clenched your walls around him, the feeling of heat as your bodies collided driving you crazy. Your nails scratching at nothing but the floor. He plants his lips onto your sensitive neck, leaving it bruised for later.

Each thrust deepens, stronger and more irresistible. Miguel wrapped his hands around your neck, making you choke but excited at the same time. You looked in the mirror to see Miguel in such an erotic position on top of you. It was hot. Your walls clenching around him makes Miguel stutter his hips against your back, finally painting your plushy walls, white. The overwhelming feeling leaving you completely breathless, your body twitching and moving without your control. Your chest heaving heavily as you gasped for air. You eventually pass out.

You wake up to a warm feeling spreading across your body. You open your eyes hazily, turning your head towards Miguel who's massaging your back with oil. You let out a soft groan, it felt so relieving. You haven't been this relaxed since..ever. "Estás despierta muñeca?" (You're awake, doll?) You hum, resting your face on the pillow. "Hope you liked it." Miguel chuckled. "You left me with numb legs so I loved it. Gracias, Miguel." (Thank you, Miguel.) You say. "Te nada, mi vida." (Your welcome, my love.) The tension between of you finally cleared and your relationship grew closer than ever.

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smutoperator · 4 months

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A Joyful Christmass

Park Sooyoung (Joy) x Male Reader

Tags: anal, cheating, christmas, creampie, facesitting, full nelson, (lots of) spanking

Word count: 3133.

It seemed like just another boring christmas. Stuck at home on a very cold day, you had resigned yourself to spending the holiday alone, watching some shows on TV, and preparing some food for yourself. You tried to call your cute friend, but she left you on voicemail, probably banging some dude. The hours passed by, and nothing new seemed to happen. You talked to your brother, who was thousands of miles away, wishing him a merry Christmas, but the boredom continued. You picked some snacks and watched the turkey, taking it out of the oven. It turns out you didn't even want to eat it; you were just feeling upset that you were going to spend the holiday alone. "What's the point of holidays if no one is around you?" you asked.

"Maybe I have a last chance, but she most likely won't answer, probably spending the holidays with her ugly ass boyfriend." You had a person in mind for your last call, but it was essentially a last-ditch prayer. She was taken and most likely wasn't going to come to your house in such cold weather. However, to your surprise, the doorbell started to ring. It was Joy You prepared yourself as you opened the door to a pretty woman in black hair and her nice-shaped body, looking at her from bottom to top, from her heavy boots protecting her wonderful thighs to her large coat covering her body to her pretty smile.

"Come in, Sooyoung", you told her. "Nice place you got here", she answered back, placing her right hand on your neck. It turns out she was just as bored as you, and even worse, her man had not come see her on Christmas. "You still look cute, baby", Joy smiled at you after a long time without seeing each other. She asked you where the bedroom was, and you guided her. "Have a seat", she told you, pointing towards the bed. "I think we both know why you called me; we've known each other for years", she continued. "I don't know what you mean", you tried to pretend, but Joy wasn't having it. She just smiled and took her coat off, leaving just the nightgown she had under it.

"You don't? Then let me show you", Joy pushed her gown up, showing her toned ass cheeks under the gown and her red undies. She slowly started going down, showing her big ass right into your face, shaking it up and down, and letting her fat cheeks move, before putting it back inside the gown and shoving you into the bed. Joy quickly climped on top of you and pulled the top of her gown to the side, flashing her tits, before moving towards you and smothering them against your face. "Don't worry, baby, as long as you make mommy happy, you can put it wherever you want it", hearing Joy call herself mommy suddenly woke up the tent under your pants. It didn't feel like she was already an almost 10-year industry veteran; she still felt so youthful to your eyes.

You kept sucking Sooyoung's wonderful pair of tits. If it depended only on you, that could keep going forever, but she had different plans. Joy climbed on top of you and put her fat butt on top of your face, twerking it on you. She then pulled her panties to the side, letting you eat her pussy. "Oh fuck", she groaned, letting her cheeks hit the side of your face. "Oh yeah, let me ride that fucking face; smoother you with this ass", she continued as she kept moaning, taking off her gown and fully revealing her red Christmas-themed lingerie. As you groaned under her ass, Joy took her bra off and stared to laugh, switching sides on top of you, still with her panties barely on,= She grinded her pussy on your mouth and started searching for your pants.

As Joy popped your cock out of your pants, you grabbed her ass, trying to make her moan harder as you were eating her folds under her. She didn't need any hands, sucking your cock, just dunking her head against your hips, and going up and down your shaft, leaving her lipstick marks on it. You couldn't resist and thrust upwards against her mouth, but she didn't gag at all. "Oh yes", you said as you hit the depths of her throat, as she only pulled out after a long succession of thrusts. A little jerkoff, and she was back into it, giving you the sexiest 69 you had ever witnessed.

You spanking her ass after she was done was what she needed to take off her panties, leaving her wearing just her black stockings and high heels on, turning around to let her ass face you as she also fingered her pussy with both hands. Your mouth joined it and also started stimulating her, taking turns between her pink pussy and her round anus before circling your thumb around her clit, her moans were music to her years. "Such a beautiful ass", you said to Joy before sticking your index finger in her asshole. She didn't say anything; she just let her moans do the talking. You then spanked her ass a few times and spat in her asshole, getting it ready as you slapped your shaft against her anal entrance.

Joy let out a long moan as you shoved your cock up her butthole. "Oh my God, you're such a freak. Oh my fucking God", she said as you grabbed her cheeks and started pumping in and out of her asshole. "Yes, yes, yes", you kept saying as your left hand grabbed her hair and your right hand grabbed her cheeks. "Destroy my fucking asshole", she demanded as you started pumping harder and deeper. Her hole was still very tight; maybe her boyfriend didn't fuck her ass at all or his cock was too small to reach the depths of it, unlike yours. Her cheeks clapped hard, letting out loud sounds at each thrust. You spanked her ass multiple times until you managed to finally stick it full length inside her butthole.

Joy let out a painful scream with your cock stretching her out fully. You slapped her ass again in approval: "Such a beautiful ass", As she stuck her tongue out and gave you some more out-of-breath moans and yet another beautiful smile, you pulled out as she smiled to you, treating her cheeks to some more beating and massaging them, before sticking your cock back inside, pressing her head against the bedsheets as she kept moaning, then groping her tits before you gave her right boob a massive slap. "Oh, you're so good", she kept saying as you grabbed her hair and stretched her asshole even further as she started screaming.

"OH FUCK YESSSS!" Joy yelled as you grabbed her by the hair and face, putting your finger inside her loud mouth and making the bed crack. She panted out of breath before diving her head back to the bed. "Oh fuck, you're so deep in my ass", she said, closing her eyes and increasing the speed of the painful pounding she was taking, your balls slapping hard against the entrance of her vagina. "Yes, baby, slap those balls in my fucking clit", she demanded as you kept going harder and harder until she fully lost her breath.

With her still trying to recover, you stuck your cock in her beautiful pussy, placing both hands in her tits as you stretched it out. "You're gonna make me fucking cum if you keep fucking me like this", Joy said. You had some mercy for her, pulling out as she bounced her ass in the air for a few seconds before going back in, grabbing and clapping her fat cheeks. "Right there, right there, right there. OH MY GODDDDDD!", she kept screaming, almost crying. But things were only going to get rougher for Joy. As you placed your right foot in her head and pumped as hard as ever against her cunt, she smiled while her moans were almost like a cry for help, looking defenseless as you stretched her out.

The noises coming out of the bed were louder than ever. You placed your whole weight against Joy's body, stomping on her sorry crying head as you destroyed her pussy, your balls smacking her entrance harder than ever. "Give me, give me that fucking cock, harder", it was all she could say as you kept pounding her fuckhole until you finally showed some mercy and pulled out after a long stretch, but not without spanking her butt again.

Joy turns around, ready to taste her juices. You quickly press her head against your hips and grab her hair as she moves up and down your cock. Her ability to suck your big shaft without gagging definitely impresses you. She moves harder, fucking her face and swinging your cock left and right inside her mouth, but she still takes it just fine. Another hard facefuck follows, this time with you fingering her pussy down low. "AHHHHH FUCK!" you scream as Joy's deepthroat almost makes you cum right there. Joy sticks her tongue out like a needy puppy as you grab her throat. You slap your cock against her tongue before she goes back to sucking you, moving her body while doing so, and coating your cock with saliva while also playing with your balls.

She then puts her back against the bed, once again sticking her tongue out as she jerks you off. Joy masturbates herself as she gets ready for another round of face-fucking. You top her, sticking your cock deep in her throat while eating her pussy. "Ah yes, yes, yes, yes," you groan as you keep fucking her mouth. Joy finally cracks, leaving room for you to amp up the stimulation in her clit as she gets throatfucked. "Oh my God, your mouth is so slutty!" you exclaim as you keep fucking it and pinching her clit. Joy flips herself out, getting back on her knees to stroke your cock, her tongue out before she gives it a nasty blowjow, spitting all over it. After a while, you had enough of her shenanigans, grabbing her throat once more and even spitting on her whore face, slapping her as you once again filled her mouth with your cock.

"AH AH AH AH AH AH AH!" Joy starts to scream as you keep throating her and messing with her hair. "You're a fucking devil", you say as saliva flows out of her mouth. You lie your body in bed as Joy climbs on top of you, spanking her ass as she grinds on your cock before putting it back in her pussy, bouncing her ass hard as she rides you. "Easy, easy, easy", you tell her. "FUCKKKKKK!" she screams; maybe she should have indeed listened to your advice as she gets impaled. Up and down, but also sideways Joy makes sure for your cock to hit her hole at every angle as she bounces on you. She moans and inhales hard with your prick inside her. "Holy shit", you exclaim as her ass moves against your hips.

Joy is ready for a bigger challenge and quickly switches back to her asshole. "Yes, yes, yes, yes", you say as her anus wraps around your cock. You grab her cheeks as you keep stretching her out, and she rides you. You turn things around as you start thrusting upwards, pounding her ass from down low, Joy moans in pain as you hit her anal walls hard and smash your balls in her ass. You go so fast that your cock slips out of her asshole, but she quickly makes sure to put it back in. After all, she loves the pain, answering back with a ride of her own like an amazon riding a big horse. You grab Joy by her hair once more and answer back, making her scream again, before letting her take full control as you smile in pleasure.

Every day is a struggle for Joy, but she keeps going, riding you harder as she switches back to her pussy. You cheer her on with more spanks on her cheeks. "OH yes, I'M CUMMING", she yells after a few more rides. You grab her sensitive nipples as she keeps bouncing. After a few grinds, you take back control and pound Joy's pussy from below with a firm grip on her cheeks, her body pressing against yours. You groan a lot, and Joy can't stop moaning. "SHHHHHH", you tell her, tired of her screaming and crying so much. "Bounce on that fucking cock", you order her as you continue to spank her butt. Joy opts for a straight bounce, which drives you crazy, before she takes a few extra slow rides and pulls out.

At this point, Joy's hair is extremely messy, her makeup is ruined, and her lipstick is almost gone, but there is still enough to cover your cock as she drinks her juices from it. "You're such a fucking whore", you tell her as she sucks and jerks you off, playing with your balls. After a while, following another spank, she puts your cock back in her pussy. As you pound her in reverse and grab her tits, balls once again slap on her clit, crying sounds come out of Joy's mouth. She answers back with her craziest ride so far, making you exclaim, "Holy shit". But as soon as her legs start to tremble, you go back to hard-pounding Joy, hitting her pussy at full speed. She grabs your balls and fingers her pussy as you hit her insides, before a deep pound makes her scream and stop everything. Pinching her nippes, you push your cock even faster, rendering her completely submissive.

After a while, you pull out and slap your dick against her sensible clit that makes her squirt, before surprising Joy with a quick entry back inside her asshole. "Ruin my fucking holes" is all she can say. You keep destroying her asshole until she has to stop once again as you hit her deep. Her tits get a lot of attention as they bounce at each thrust, and you grab them. "Yes, baby, go deep", you tell her as she recovers and bounces her ass back. "Oh my God", you groan as she grinds laterally, shaking your cock inside her anus. You punish her by spanking her tits, which only makes her go harder, before you put her legs up in the air and give Joy an anal full nelson. After some poundings, you tilt her body left but stay fucking her asshole hard and deep.

"That's it, that's it, that's it", you say as you pull out of Joy, who tried to taste her anal juice like a crazy dumb whore. You quickly take her mouth out of your cock. "Calm down, whore; put that tongue back in", you tell her, but she keeps showing her tongue like she's some lizard. Joy looks utterly wasted as you start to play with her, grabbing your cock to prevent her from sucking it, then holding her by the hair. Once she finally gets to it, you lock her head under your legs, only freeing her after she gags, followed by pounding her face in a similar fashion to the one you just did to her pussy and ass, going so hard that her lipstick gets marked in the base of your cock.

"Stop being a dumb whore, Joy; it's Christmas", you tell her, putting Joy in a romantic spooning position as you finger her pussy before sticking your dick back inside her. You grab her sexy, thick thighs as you passionately fuck her, staring at her moaning face the whole time. When you reach the depths of her pussy, you spank her thighs and finger her, then switch to some more neck-grabbing as you pound her. "OHHHHH FUCK YESSS!" she screams as you stretch her shaved cunt out before pulling out and fingering a little bit more as Joy squirts.

But you saved the best for last. With Joy still in that position, you go back inside her ass, giving it very slow but deep thrursts, watching as she smiles, moans, and fingers herself. "Can you please cum inside me, baby? Cum inside my ass, she asks. "Beg harder", you tell Joy as you pinch her nipples. "PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE GIVE ME YOUR CUM", she says in quick succession, her whole left hand inside her pussy while you stretch her butthole for one last time. "Squeeze that fucking asshole", you demand, as she voluntarily lenches her already very gaped hole. Her once tight butthole was completely gone after such rough stretching.

"PLAY WITH THAT PUSSY!" you scream at Joy, firmly grabbing her right thigh with your right hand while she holds hands with you. You get closer as her asshole wraps around your cock, putting your hands in her moaning mouth as you keep punding. You pull out and slap your cock against her clit, asking her to beg a little more. Joy does, and soon you're back in her asshole. "Oh my God, I'm finally cumming in that ass", you tell her. "Fuck yes, baby, give me that cum", Joy pleads. A big smile fills her face, just like, a few seconds later, a big flood of cum fills her shithole as soon as you start groaning. Joy lets out a few more moans before you pull out, getting herself on her knees and spreading her cheeks. In that position, her gaping anus doesn't hold your sperm for long, as she starts farting it out into your bedsheets with a couple bounces of her ass.

Joy wants it all out as she pushes it deep from her anus with her fingers. "Damn, there is so much cum inside me", she says, her white nails covered with your jizz. She digs it up fully, expelling it all from her sore anus. You are also very tired, as even on a cold day, it took you so much energy to fuck that slut. As Joy cools off, she puts her clothes back on and heads back home, where her boyfriend waits for her. For that hour, your Christmas wasn't a lonely one, but you felt so good that you weren't empty anymore (except for your balls, of course) as you watched Joy walk away, with cum still on her thighs. "Merry Christmas, Joy", you tell her. "You too", she replies before walking out of the door. Who knows when it's going to be the next time you'll see her, but even if it's the last, that's enough.

Quick Christmas smut with the wonderful Joy getting her big ass pounded hard. Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays everybody.

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belliesy · 11 months

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MINE. miguel o’hara x reader

✿ tags. afab reader, dubcon, exes to lovers, reader knows about miguel being spiderman, kinda guilt tripping, he not wearing his suit, porn with some plot, rough sex, degradation, blowjobs, deepthroating,face fucking, facials, squirting, full nelson, size difference, unprotected sex

✿ synopsis. miguel shows up to your apartment bruised and bloody and convinces you to help him // not proofread

You wake up to pounding on the door.

2:06 am

‘Who the hell is here at 2 in the morning?’

You curse at yourself as you roll out of bed, rubbing your eyes and shuffling through the living room to the door. The knocking slowly stops as the person on the other side must have heard you coming, you put your eye to the peep hole and see your ex. “Miguel?” You ask through the door, “baby, please let me in.” Miguel begs through the door. You roll your eyes and notice the blood and bruises littering your exes face, shaking your head you open the door slowly. Cursing at yourself again for so easily letting him in.

You step back as Miguels large frame enters, “Well?” You interrogate, “what do you want?”

“I just need you to help me.. y’know.” Miguel responds, he looks embarrassed but you know that he doesn’t really need the help. This is just another excuse to see you.

“Fine, sit on the couch.” You sigh, “Your leaving once I’m done”. Miguel nods as you get what you need and sits on the couch.

“There, all better” you say, crumpling the bandaid wrappers into your hand and throwing them onto the coffee table. “Thank you, baby” Miguel takes your hand and kisses the inside of it. You quickly pull it away from his lips.

“What?” Miguel asks innocently. “I’m being grateful for your help”. You roll your eyes and begin to stand up, “you can get out now”. Miguel grabs your arm, “wait, wait, I still need help with something”. Miguels eyes go to tent in his pants.

“No, Miguel, you can do that yourself, now leave.” You pull from his grab and stand up again, this time grabbing his arm and pulling him up. “Please, cariño, I know you miss me, how good I would fuck you.” Miguel steps closer to you, backing you into a wall, his knuckles drag across your face before going to your shoulder, pushing down.

You hate this and him. Hate how bad you miss him and how he fucked you, missed everything about his dick, how it felt in you, how good choking on it was like. You shame yourself on how easily your giving into everything. “Fine, this is never happening again though”. You lower yourself more to the point where your on your knees.

You unbuckle his pants and pull them and his boxers down enough to where his cock springs out. “Fuck, always looked so good on your knees for me.” Miguel grunts as your cold hand slowly starts stroking it. Your mouth goes to suck on his tip and Miguel flinches. “I could never find anyone as good as you,” he moans, “should have never let you go.”

You smirk to yourself and lower your mouth on him, moving your hand down to continue jerking him. Miguel is already moaning and whimpering for you, he feels hot in your mouth, he’s throbbing and probably almost ready to cum from the lack of sex in what feels like forever to him. You decide to tease him, your mouth comes off his dick with a pop. “Probably couldn’t cum from any other girl.” You look up innocently at him, “needed me? Missed me so much you had to come here?” you smile and watch as Miguels hips thrust into your hand. You look back at his cock and rub your thumb over the tip. “Don’t tease me, baby.” He moans throwing his head back. You begin to laugh before Miguel is grabbing your head and slamming you down on his dick.

You choke and your eyes water. You’ve missed how he fills your throat, fucking it like you were nothing. You moan and hum around it, driving him crazy and making his hips fuck your face faster.

“Don’t act like you don’t fuck yourself stupid thinking about me fucking your tight cunt, ah- you fucking, whore.” He looks down at your face, “but yeah, I would be lying if I said I didn’t miss you”. He pulls out of your mouth, still grabbing your hair and starts jerking himself off. You sit patiently and with your tongue out, waiting for him to spill all over you.

When Miguel cums he’s moaning and throwing his head back. His cum is warm and splashes your tongue and face, coating it a pretty white. He looks back down, watching you swallow what landed in your mouth. “Good girl, didn’t even need me to tell you”.

Miguel quickly pulls you up, flipping you around. He stands behind you and with no prep shoves it into your tight hole. “Mm, fuck, Miguel.. !” You cry out, “sorry, thought how wet you were would be enough.” He fakes sympathy and starts with slow lazy thrusts.

You throw your head back again as he lifts your hips, moving his arm under your knees, your legs bent. You face is hot with embarrassment as he pounds into your wide, spread legs. You feel so exposed but the angle his hips fuck into you feel so good. It already has you going stupid. “Missed this pussy so much,” Miguel grunts. You babbling too now, “I missed you so much, missed how good you fuck me, please don’t stop!” You cry, head thrown back into Miguels shoulder. “Don’t worry, princess, I’m gonna fill this pussy up”. He reassures while reaching deep inside of you.

You feel him move from hooking your legs under both arms to just one. He rubs your clit with his free arm, your screaming from how good it is. Your cunt throbs around him, making him mumble degrading comments to you. Making you grow wetter and so much closer to your climax.

Miguels thrusts stop and he buries himself into you, you feel his cum fill you up. His hand continues rubbing your clit and your soon squirting around him, squeezing him so tight. Your both moaning, overstimulated messes. Your body shakes and twitches, his cock is throbbing inside of you. He lets your legs down slowly, him still inside of you. His body is leaning on you, pushing your bodies against the wall to lean against as you catch you breathe.

Miguel wraps his hands around your waist. “So how about a date this weekend?”

notes - .. im so tired rn so this one was kinda lazy

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disneyprincemuke · 5 months

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midnights, 9 * mv1

max finds out you'd gone to the club with alexandra, making him wonder if it’s really over when pictures of you and another man leak

pairings: max verstappen x fem!reader

warnings:

notes: nah when i finish this, i WILL be milking the whole series because this is my only breakup outlet left like damN

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max could not stop thinking of you all day - all week, in fact. ever since a rumour had started going around that he's moving on with another woman, he could only have imagined what it's like for you to see that.

it sucks because he'd just been doing nelson piquet a favour - bringing kelly into the paddocks for a race under his pass. but nothing more ever went down between them.

he could only think of how your hands go cold at the rumour and heart absolutely shattering. he admits that he thought of sending you a text that night, but cowered away at the fear of your rejection for his explanation. maybe you no longer cared about what he's doing with his life.

he knows that because you unfollowed him on instagram and every other social media platform alike. you have even taken it upon yourself to unfollow his private account, his profile riddled with pictures and memories of the two of you together that he has not had the courage to delete just yet.

the only reason that he is aware of your sudden decision to distance yourself from him after the breakup is when he was confused about the notable lack of you on his timeline. when he checked, you were just another account he is now a stranger to.

he believes it was brought about by the dating rumours. because he used to stalk you all the time.

all. the. time.

"max, mate," daniel's voice makes him lift his head, eyebrows raising as a response. daniel's lips carve into a smile before it quickly disappears without anyone else noticing. "i said do you wanna grab some drinks at the bar? charles is already there."

max hesitates. the urge to be alone in his hotel room is real; curling up in bed while he listened to his mellow playlist while he debates once more if he should reach out. but against his better judgement, he nods with a small smile on his face as he starts to follow behind the older man.

"so, how are you feeling?" daniel asks, turning to him with a polite smile as they walk. "better, hopefully?"

with a halfhearted smile, max shrugs. "a little."

"progress is still progress," daniel reassures him with a pat on his shoulder, "it will still get better from here. you know that."

max nods. but there's still a yearning for you that he can't explain or get over. while he can understand that time is needed apart from you, things are not seemingly going towards his favour, or at least the way he wants it to go.

his chances of getting back together with you are slim. he really wants to, but he cannot bear the thought you having to say goodbye to you a second time.

but if he had the chance to do it all over again with you, he’d try to change the course of time if it meant having you back in his arms.

he tries to get you off his mind by moving on to other topics of conversation. but all he can think about is how you could have been here, arm around his waist as you leaned into his body while giggling over something daniel said to you.

you should have been at parc ferme following every race finish with your arms opened wide, welcoming him in for a wide smile and a tight hug.

but you never are.

and it doesn't help that now he's at the bar, there's charles and alexandra exchanging loud conversation about an event she attended back home.

"oh yeah," alexandra laughs unknowingly as they approach, "she was wild that night! she took body tequila shots from this guy! and we'd just met him that night. it was insane."

daniel pops his head between the couple with a lazy smile on his face. "who took body shots from a random guy they met at the bar?"

alexandra whips her head around, locking eyes with max. she laughs nervously as charles puts his hand over her knee. "just my friend back home."

max looks at her knowingly, taking his seat in the opposite booth. "it's (y/n), isn't it?" he asks, looking at the menu. everyone falls silent as he scans the menu for something to drink, prompting him to look up, slightly annoyed. "else, why wouldn't you elaborate to daniel when he asked?"

"hey," charles says, exchanging a glance with alexandra next to him. he squeezes her hand and sits up, leaning towards max. "what's your problem?"

"nothing," max answers in the calmest tone he can find within himself, "it's just odd that she tried to cover it up when it's so obvious." he turns to daniel. "wasn't it?"

daniel stares at him, visibly gulping and then glancing at the couple that sits across them.

"i didn't know you were already here," alexandra explains, dropping her head low. "i would have stopped way earlier."

"why would you?" max smiles, albeit halfheartedly, then looks down at the menu again. "we've broken up, right? she can do what she wants - i'm not her problem anymore."

"right," alexandra nods, pressing her lips together and sinking into her seat. she gives daniel a small smile before taking a sip of her cocktail. "sorry."

"hey," charles says again, putting both hands on the table. "you fucked up. don't take it out on alex that you're upset (y/n) is no longer with you. weren't you the one who let her walk out?"

max looks up immediately, mouth agape as he tries to process the words that charles just spoke. it's true that max let you walk out, which is what hurt the most. and it's, in fact, unfair that he is being like this.

max just sighs. "you're right." he turns to alexandra. "i'm sorry, alex. i shouldn't have taken it out on you."

alexandra just smiles, nodding understandingly. "it's okay. breakups are hard, max. i shouldn't have been talking about it knowing you'd be here any second, anyway."

"okay," daniel finally speaks, hands held up between the three of them. "let's just have a peaceful dinner, alright? no more breakup talks - this is an enjoyable evening."

they murmur in agreement with a nod. but the tension is the air never lightens up, and neither does the churning in max's stomach which is increasingly getting harder to ignore.

there's something about the phone in max's pocket that's making him itch to check it.

so after they send their orders in, his friends immediately fall into a conversation and he fishes for his phone in his back pocket. there's only one notification.

one that told him he's justified for feeling sick.

don't react

they're just pictures

it's from victoria. he opens the message, received about 10 minutes ago when he left the paddocks with the older alpha tauri driver. he can almost imagine the pictures, even if victoria hadn't taken the liberty to curse him with the pleasure of seeing them.

so he opens instagram.

just as fate would have it, you're at the top of his timeline from some f1 gossip page that he had no idea he followed. in the first one, your face can be barely made out, crouched down as you step out of the backseat of a car with alexandra still in the car. but he recognises the dress - it's one that he got you a couple of years ago, after winning his first race with you as his girlfriend.

the sheer will you've got to be on a night out in a dress that he got you is something he has to give to you. that's absolutely one way to get back at him after the pictures of him and kelly.

something tells him it's about to get worse. and it does, because when he swipes to the next picture, it's you visibly looking intoxicated, he assumes from all the body shots you took. and his heart skips a beat in his chest as his mouth runs dry.

there it is, some guy holding the car door open for you. in the next, he's seen scooching in with you in that backseat.

"are you alright, mate?" charles' voice makes him look up as he drops his phone into his lap.

max takes a deep breath, unable to force a smile to his face. he just nods, swallowing the lump in his throat.

charles' stare on him lingers before he nods hesitantly and resumes the conversation with daniel. max's eyes shift to alexandra, now staring at her phone with parted lips.

she looks up, meeting his eyes with a worried stare.

max just shakes his head before she can say anything. he just leans back into the seat and folds his arms over his chest.

guess it's really over now between you.

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lizardsfromspace · 3 months

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People misinterpret the country music before and after 9/11 thing by saying country music became conservative after 9/11. There were plenty of conservatives in country music; what happened after 9/11 was that they were split off entirely from "liberal" country music in the same way that all pop culture would eventually be assigned Right or Left. In the 90s, Garth Brooks could drop a pro-gay rights & anti-racism song and be the only straight singer at a queer rights concert, and remain the most popular country singer in the world; now, he's persona non grata bc he kept serving Bud Light at a bar he owns. Conservatives who personally despise drug users could chortle over Willie Nelson jokes, bc stuff like that only enhances someone's rebel/outsider persona; now they despise anyone who steps out of the Trump line even slightly. Conservatives lost the ability to tolerate any ideological difference, and while most entertainment industries just stopped pitching to conservatives entirely, in this case capitalism started catering to that, hard

#politics

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arminsumi · 8 months

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omgg i love ur writing broo it has my giggling, kicking my feet n shi and the fact that u also do fem black readers OMG I LOVE U anyways putting my appreciation aside, what abt nerdy freaky armin (if u havent already ofcc) like u cant tell me that man is FREAKYY (i ❤️ freaks)

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A/N: you are the cutest patoodiest 💗 mwa thank u sweetiepie! and ur absolutely right UR ABSOLUTELY RIGHT!! yk what they say it's alwaysss the quiet nerdy ones!! 🥰

Pairing: ARMIN Arlert x f.reader

Summary: Min's the nerdy valedictorian with a freaky side 🥰

Warnings; 🔞 mdni, SMUT, this isn't fully proofread 👀, sub.Armin/some light dom.Armin, stereotypes (nerd, popular girl), mean reader, dirty talk, public sex (library, during class), facial, handjob (reader giving), oral (reader giving), light humiliation/degradation, bondage (blindfolding, tying hands), mean names (freak, loser), creaming in his pants, hair pulling kink, slapping kink, begging, toys (vibrator), use me kink (or whatever it's called), lmk if i missed some i was in a freaky state of mind while writing lmfao

♪ spice up your life come and get a freak

Min is the quiet blond boy that sits next to you every chance he can get. He follows you like a puppy from class to class, trying his best to interest you — the pretty popular girl of his wet dreams — with every nerdy topic that comes to mind.

Yes he's blabbing your ear off about the importance of maths, but really he's thinking about what what color panties you wear. Do you prefer lace or plain? What's your favorite position? Do you prefer backshots? Missionary? Full Nelson? Mating press?

You wouldn't suspect the school's valedictorian to have such a nasty mind.

He just can't wait 'till you give him a taste. He knows you will 'cause he's been so good to you, always helping you study for tests and even taking notes for you when you're skipping class. He's been such a help.

The first time is his fantasy come true; you jerked him under the desk during a lecture. He shuddered n tried to focus on what the professor was saying, but how could he with your fingers wrapped so tightly around his pulsing cock? :( The poor boy came in his pants and enjoyed every second of it, even when he had to embarrassedly excuse himself after class to 'tend to an emergency'.

He loves when you make his glasses fog up from how hot his face is and how heavy he's breathing. He loves when you make them slide down the bridge of his pretty nose, mouth hanging open while you make out with his cock in the library.

That all started because he asked you "can you k-kiss my cock?"

Now he melts and falls apart, desperately muffling his moans by biting down on his thin textbook. When he's close he grabs a fistful of your hair n tugs your head back, pulling you off his cock with a sloppy pop — starting to jerk himself over your face.

"C-can I cum on your face?" he pants, already deciding that he would regardless of what you say. He had to see his milky white cum painting your face.

"Oh? You're a fucking freak," you giggle sweetly, sending a rush through his body, "Of course you can cum on my face."

He absolutely folds when you call him a freak. He lives for the moments you expose his kinks, too.

Of course he's into bondage, why wouldn't he be 🙄 he loves using a neat silk tie as a blindfold... on himself, not you. He squirms and whines and pleads, "Let me see you, please."

Don't forget to cuff him to your bed and milk him nicely!

If you wanna get him achingly hard and sensitive for you, you gotta degrade him :( call him a freak, call him pathetic, call him a loser, humiliate him for cumming in his pants, tell him he's your toy.

And if you wanna make him cum loads then you should consider indulging in his slapping kink — his hair pulling kink — everything. He just wants the popular girl to pull his hair while she rides his cock like a toy.

"Please please please use me — use my cock like your toy n' call me a loser again. Please! Mmm yes yes yes I'm pathetic for you, Y/n ~ " he has the cutest high pitched moans.

He also begs you to use your vibrating toys on his cock :( <3

Speaking of begging... he is always, always begging. Pawing at your skirt to get your attention, eyes pleading for you to sneak off with your favorite loser so you can squeeze in a quickie before class.

Poor nerdy Armin just wants you to fuck him 'till his glasses slip right off, 'till his cock hurts, 'till you wring him dry of all his cum — is that too much to ask for?

#♥️ 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍 — アルミン #🔞#mdni #smut #armin smut #armin arlert smut #armin x reader smut #armin arlert x reader smut #armin x fem reader #armin x f reader #armin x reader #armin x y/n #armin x you #aot smut #snk smut #attack on titan smut #aot x reader #snk x reader #attack on titan x reader

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buckychristwrites · 10 months

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About You | Epilogue | j.t.

Summary: Your job? Pop culture journalist for The Independent. Your assignment? To write a profile on the cocky footballer that you're publicly feuding with.

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: Cussing. Enemies to lovers

A/N: That's a wrap! Thank you so much for supporting my fanfic for Jamie. I was so nervous to write for him and now i don't wanna stop! Sorry for double posting, i finished this rather quickly. Enjoy!!!

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6 months later

If he had to pick one, Jamie’s least favourite room at Nelson Road Stadium was the press room. Every time he was in there, surrounded by people who were asking him invasive questions, he felt like a little boy again, getting yelled at for something small he had done. The lights were also incredibly bright, and under certain circumstances, very hot. He had been asked to do the press room today because of how well Richmond had been doing, and, in particular, how well he had been playing.

In the hall outside of the press room, he paced up and down with his eyes trained on the grey flooring. The game had been a long one, the win narrow, and all he wanted to do was go home for dinner and a cuddle before curling up in bed.

A ding ding came from the phone inside his pocket. The smile broke through his mouth before he even had a chance to pull it out. He knew who it was from.

Hurry up so we can go home! x

A deep exhale passed his lips.

“You want me to go in with ya?” Roy asked as he was walking by. Jamie shook his head, finding his confidence again.

“I got it,” He assured his coach, who only nodded in response.

The cameras started going off as soon as he walked through the door. In the corner stood Rebecca and Keeley, who made it a habit to watch the press conferences. Sure, it was nice to have them there. But they weren’t what was placating him. His phone, illuminated with the text thread he hadn’t closed out of, was still tight in his hand as he took a seat.

“Yeah, alright,” He mumbled into the microphone, looking around at the sea of unfamiliar faces. “Go ahead with your questions.”

The room erupted into a chorus of people shouting his name, trying to get his attention. Immediately, he felt overwhelmed, but he tried to push it down as best as he could. He haphazardly pointed at someone in the front. The man stood, introducing himself. Jamie was, in all honesty, only half listening up until the question.

“Richmond had quite the comeback this year and is one of the top teams in the league. What do you think changed?”

Jamie considered this. Or at least made it look like he was. “Nothin’ changed, really. We just took what Coach Lasso taught us, and continued to get better.” Another journalist, a woman, stood and interrupted.

“But you started to play better without Lasso, do you think there’s a correlation there?” Jamie’s eyebrows went up.

“I think there’s a correlation between me callin’ on someone and them gettin’ their question answered,” He replied, turning away from her instantly. She slowly sunk in her seat as the rest of the room began raising their hands again. He looked at his watch quickly before looking back up at them. “You, go on.” Another lady, with bleach blonde hair, stood this time.

“Do you care to comment on the rumours of you moving in with your journalist girlfriend?” She asked him, tacking your name in at the end to clarify, as if he had several journalist girlfriends to differentiate from.

“You mean the very same rumours I’ve never commented on before today?” He asked her. “Sure.” Rolling his eyes, he turned to the other journalists. From the corner of his eye, he could see Rebecca throw her head back to stare at the ceiling in complete despair. He wasn’t concerned, though. “You, in the back.”

Raising off the wooden bench was you, sporting your Tartt cap and notepad in hand. He could feel his posture straighten at the sight of you. He hadn’t even picked you on purpose. You introduced yourself to the room, receiving several shocked looks as they slowly came to realise who you were. The bleach blonde woman in the front turned as red as a tomato as she instantly fell back into her seat.

“The Guardian,” You added in your most professional voice. You cleared your throat. “Mr. Tartt, your fans are dying to know. What TV shows are you watching these days?” He was completely incapable of suppressing the smile on his face.

God, he thought to himself. When did I get so fuckin’ lucky?

“Been watchin’ a lot of Peaky Blinders, if I’m honest,” He admitted. The journalists all stared at him, astonished that of all of the questions he decided to answer without being a prick, it was this one. “A little bit of the American show called New Girl, but that one is against me will, mostly.” You scribbled on the notepad furiously, as if you were taking very serious notes.

“Would your girlfriend agree with that assessment?” In a turn of events, the crowd laughed at this one.

Jamie looked up at the ceiling, still smiling, as he shook his head.

“No,” He admitted. “She’d say I’m a dirty liar, who loves the show more than she does.”

“Mhmm,” You hummed as you continued to write some more. “Just one more follow up. Care to elaborate on the moving-in rumours?” A beat passed. “For the Guardian.” He gave her a look, one that said that she would pay for this later. His heart picked up in pace.

The rumours were always just rumours, the press rarely being correct on where he was at in his relationship. But this was different, as the conversation had been one the two of you had been somehow having, while also not really having. You basically had been living at his house for we over a month at this point, only going to your apartment for laundry and things you needed. He kept cracking jokes about how you needed to just move in already, but it seemed that you had been taking them as just jokes and not actual invitations, which had been starting to bother him. He wanted you there, with him, all the time, forever. All that was coming between that was the stupid flat of yours.

After a moment, he shrugged. “I’d love her to,” He said. “If she wants, of course.”

This time, you didn’t pretend to write anything down, instead just staring at him in disbelief. The eyes in the room were going back and forth between the two of you, no one saying a word, and Jamie took this as an opportunity.

“Well, that’s that, ain’t it?” He said, slapping his hands against the arm rests before standing up and walking out. The press tried to stop him as they yelled questions at him while he crossed over to the door. But you did the smart thing, which was slip out the back door to follow him.

When you caught up, you threw your arms around the back of his neck, jumping and bringing your legs up to his sides. He didn’t even question it as he brought his arms up to hold your thighs, planting a kiss to your cheek in the process. He made carrying you seem so easy. It was as if you were a feather to him.

“So,” You said with a teasing tone. “I heard in the press that I’m moving in.” He jumped up slightly, a squeal forcibly leaving your mouth. He looked at you out of the corner of his eye.

“Yes,” He said. “You’re movin’ in. Officially.”

He kicked the door open to the changing room, where the rest of the team were gathered. They all waved and greeted the two of you excitedly, not at all fazed by your presence. They’d had a lot of time to get used to it prior to you and Jamie beginning your relationship.

“Lads,” Jamie announced, letting you slide back down to the floor before throwing an arm around your shoulders. “We’re movin’ in together.” They all stared blankly at the pair of you, a few looks exchanged.

“We thought you already had,” Isaac said.

“I still have a flat with all of my things in it,” You told him. That was met with a lot of Oh’s and agreeable sounds, as if what you said made sense.

“The point is,” Jamie continued. “We’ll need help gettin’ her stuff to me place.” They all began talking over each other excitedly.

“We would be honoured to help you.”

“I can bring pizza!”

“I’ve got a trunk. That would certainly help, I’d think.”

As they all came together to make these plans, you watched, feeling like you were going to cry. Your life had changed so dramatically in the last 6 months, and it was all because of the one work assignment you were given out of spite. Now you have a new job. New relationship. New family. Jamie squeezed your shoulder, pulling you closer to him.

“Hey,” He mumbled to you, nudging the side of your head with his nose and forehead.

“Hmmm?” You hummed in response, looking up at him. He kissed the tip of your nose before pecking your lips.

“I love ya.”

You smiled.

“I love you too.”

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