#the luckiest

[negans-lucille-tblr]

The Luckiest | JDM x Reader | Oneshot

Summary: A premier leaves Y/N feeling insecure, but luckily her husband knows how to help. 

Rating: 18+ (Smut)

Pairing: Jeffrey Dean Morgan x Reader (Reader is about Jensen’s age)

Tags: Daddy kink, insecure!reader, insecurities, minor angst, oral sex (fem rec), p in v, praise kink, validation, fluff

WC: ± 2.7K

A/Ns: Commissioned by the lovely Tina. Hope you love this <3

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“Wow, Danneel looks incredible,” you sigh, your eyes landing on the dress that looks like it was handmade for Dee’s exact figure. Her hair and makeup are just as flawless as the rest of her, and she poses with her husband effortlessly as you shuffle awkwardly next to your own husband. 

“She looks nice,” your husband agrees, “but you look better.” 

You scoff at him, shaking your head in disagreement. Even though you and Dee are nearly the same age, you feel like your days of looking anywhere close to as glamorous as she is are past you. She’s even managed to have three kids and still look that good, and that just doesn’t seem fair. 

You glance back at your husband to see him rolling his eyes. 

“What?”

“You,” he chuckles softly. “I can practically hear your thoughts.” 

“Oh yeah, and what am I thinking then?” You prompt, raising an eyebrow. 

“You’re thinking that you’re not as pretty as her, and that you’ll never be that pretty, but you’re wrong,” he insists with a nonchalant shrug. He pauses when the organiser you’re standing beside ushers you onto the photo line. “Because I think you’re the most beautiful, perfect girl here,” he adds casually, stepping out to begin posing for the cameras. 

You feel a little flustered for a second, just staring after him as the flashes illuminate him. He looks so perfect tonight in his suit without a tie. He looks over at you, a smirk gracing his lips as he lifts his hand and beckons you over with a flick of two fingers. You immediately obey, sliding up to his side where you feel totally safe, and pay the cameras no mind, finally putting the thought of your comparison to Dee out of your mind for a moment as you ride the high of Jeff’s recent words.

You giggle when he leans down to kiss your cheek and then he presses his mouth to your ear and breathes hot breath against your skin.  

“Fucking gorgeous, baby girl,” he growls softly, making your insides flutter. 

*

“Can we go soon?” you plead with your husband once all the formalities are over with and there’s just alcohol and mingling left. “I’m tired and my feet are killing me,” you complain, shuffling around in your uncomfortable heels. 

Jeff chuckles softly, glancing down at the floor to your shoes, before looking back up and into your eyes. 

“Five more minutes? I promised Jared I’d have a scotch with him,” Jeff explains softly, and you whine quietly under your breath but don’t protest too loudly, afraid of offending someone around you. “Don’t worry, princess, I’ll make it worth the wait,” he smirks devilishly, and then slips away, off to find Jared, you presume, and you wonder just what he means by making it worth the wait. 

Your mind at first thinks of something sexual, because after that smirk, you’re pretty sure he was coming onto you, but you can’t think of anything worse right now. You’ve spent the night surrounded by women far prettier and slimmer and better than you in every single way, and all you want to do is curl up in a ball of self pity and sleep this whole evening off. You’re not sure what’s really gotten into you lately, but you’ve never felt this badly about yourself before. You’ve never loved yourself, but your insecurities have never gotten this bad. But then you suppose you and Jeff have been married a short while now, and the ‘honeymoon’ phase died off a little while ago. He used to barely keep his hands off of you, and while he still says the right things and calls you beautiful and makes you feel loved, it’s been a while since you’ve been made to feel sexy. 

When Jeff finally pries himself away from the boys, he finds you once again, and wraps his arm around your waist, finally putting you out of your misery and telling you you can go home. He leads you out to the limo quietly, and opens the door for you to climb in, getting in alongside you. The driver takes you home, and you sit in silence with your husband in the back for a short while, just looking out of the window until you feel his hand on your thigh. Turning your head you catch his eye, and offer him a weak smile at best, feeling truly exhausted and ready to get out of your stupid dress, feeling like you’re trying too hard. 

Jeff doesn’t say anything, and his eyes leave yours as he glances towards the driver, the partian most of the way up, so he reaches over to the switch and closes it completely. That’s when his hand slips down your thigh, to the hem of your dress, and then under it, moving back up to where it was, only this time, on your bare skin. 

“What’re you doing?” you whisper, even though you know the driver won’t hear you through the privacy screen. 

“I’ve tried to keep my hands off of you as long as I could, but I don’t think I can resist any longer,” he states matter-of-factly. 

You scoff and shake your head, wondering if he’s just saying and doing all this to make you feel better. He’s not acted like this since you were dating. 

“Jeff, c’mon,” you sigh, pushing his hand away. 

“What’s wrong?” he asks, blinking. 

“I’m not in the mood, okay?” you insist, feeling tears begin to press at the backs of your eyes as you look out the window again. 

“Is this about Dee?” he asks, his hand once again on your thigh, but this time it’s lower down, over your dress, and he squeezes it lovingly. 

“No… yes… maybe… I don’t know, Jeff, I’m just tired, and I feel shitty,” you finally conclude. 

Jeff sighs heavily, his thumb brushing back and forth along your leg. “Alright,” he finally relents, and much to your disappointment he lets go. 

For a moment, you feel annoyed that he hadn’t tried harder to cheer you up, wondering if he too thinks that Dee is more attractive than you, and when you glance over at him to wonder what he’s thinking, his eyes are fixed on his own window, and stay that way for the rest of the ride home. 

It’s even quieter between you as you get through your front door, and you’re even more determined to get into comfortable clothes and go straight to bed, but before you can make your way to the stairs, you feel Jeff’s hand wrap around your wrist and tug you backwards, bringing you towards him. 

“Jeff, please,” you whine, but when you finally look up at him and see the darkness in his eyes, you pause your protests. 

“Jeff?” he questions, “have you forgotten your manners, young lady?” 

“No, Daddy,” you reply, almost so quickly it’s embarrassing.  

“That’s better,” he nods, and a tiny smirk dances along his lips. “Now, do you really want to go to bed, or do you want Daddy to remind you just how perfect he thinks you are?” 

Jeff hadn’t pulled out the ‘daddy’ card in a long time, and instantly you remember back to the days spent between sheets when you first started dating, and how he would be so perfect at taking control, but there was always something so soft and caring with everything he did. You were his, you belonged to him, he could make you do anything he wanted, but in return he made you feel safe and protected, and like the most special thing in his world. And that’s when it hits you. This is what you’d been missing, this is what made you feel good about yourself before, and since it stopped, it’s like you felt like part of you had been taken away. And, of course, Jeff is just utterly perfect and can somehow read your mind and know you better than you know yourself. So of course, he knows exactly what he’s doing right now. 

“I think I need a reminder,” you finally tell him, your voice quiet and soft. 

“I think you’re right,” Jeff nods in agreement, pulling you tight against him, reaching up to caress the side of your face lovingly. “Because I don’t like the way you talked about my baby girl tonight.” 

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” you whimper, feeling like you’ve let him down somehow. 

“That’s okay. It’s my fault, I forget to remind her how she drives me crazy. I stopped telling her how often I find myself watching her, wishing I could be inside her all day every day. I guess she doesn’t realise how often I find myself thinking about fucking her.” 

You whimper at his words, your legs becoming wobbly for a reason other than your heels, now. Your aching feet are the last thing on your mind as your pussy begins to drip in your panties, and you rub your thighs together for friction. 

“I just wish she’d believe me whenever I do tell her these things. Because I really couldn’t wait to get her home tonight, I couldn’t wait to get my hands on her skin, couldn’t wait to rip this dress off and leave it on the floor. She was the only one that could steal my attention tonight.” 

“Is that why you had a scotch with Jared?” you bravely sass, and Jeff chuckles, a little darker than usual which only makes your insides flutter. 

“If I remember rightly, teasing is one of your favourite forms of foreplay,” he smirks, and you pout your lips, hating that he’s right and he knows you that well. “Now if you don’t mind, baby girl, I think I’ve been patient enough tonight,” he growls lowly, bringing his lips to within millimeters of yours. “I wanted to spend the car ride there with my mouth between your legs, but I didn’t wanna ruin your outfit.” 

“Well you can ruin it now,” you breathe out, “Daddy,” you quickly add when you remember. 

“Good,” Jeff growls, his hand twisting into your hair as he closes the gap between you and kisses you fervently. 

You expect him to move it towards the stairs, or maybe even lift you and carry you to your bedroom, but Jeff does no such thing, and after a few moments of making out in the hallway, he begins to guide you backwards, towards the couch in the living room, pushing your back against the tall arm. You're just tall enough to slide your ass onto it, and Jeff’s lips leave yours as they drop to your thighs, and he eagerly pushes your dress up your legs and pulls your panties to one side, placing sloppy, wet kisses up the inside of your thigh, pushing your legs apart. 

“Fuck, Daddy, please,” you whine, pushing your fingers through his hair and making him chuckle against your skin. 

“I’ve missed that word on your lips,” he groans, biting down on your skin playfully. 

“I’ve missed it too,” you admit, your eyes fluttering closed in anticipation. 

“Fuck, baby girl, you’re fucking perfect, look at you. How did I get so lucky, hm?” he hums, and then licks a stripe through your slick, only moaning louder as the taste hits his tongue. 

“Oh shit,” you gasp, throwing your head back in the ripple of pleasure that washes over you at the first sensation between your legs. 

“You taste so fucking good,” he praises, licking another stipe, and another, before sucking your clit between his lips. 

*

He dines on your pussy for what might be hours, and your legs tremble and shake around him when you release your third orgasm onto his tongue, panting heavily as you start to come down from your high, only to feel Jeff’s mouth build it back up once again. 

“Please, Daddy, want your cock so bad, please,” you beg, wearily. 

“How can I resist when you beg so fucking pretty?” he groans, finally standing at full height, unzipping his slacks and fisting out his rock hard cock. You moan at the sight which makes him chuckle, and instinctively your legs widen further as if to invite him in. “Jesus Christ, baby girl,” Jeff growls, his lips and beard still glistening with your slick. “I could make myself cum just watching you like this,” he smirks, his fist slowly moving up and down his shaft. 

“No,” you whine needily, wanting him inside you before he even thinks about ending this. “Want your cock, Daddy, please,” you beg. 

“Alright, alright,” he laughs, stepping forward. He reaches up and softly wraps his hand around your neck, forcing you to look right at him, his cock teasing your entrance. “Do you wanna know what me and the boys talked about tonight?” he asks, and you instantly nod your head, wanting to know absolutely anything he is willing to tell you right now. “I told them how I couldn’t wait to get you home, how lucky I was that out of all the girls there tonight, you were the one I married… I told them how hard you made my cock the second I saw you in this dress this evening,” he tells you. “And d’you know what Jensen said?”

You shake your head, your heart thudding in your chest. “No,” you whine, still desperate for Jeff to stop teasing and push his cock inside you already. 

“He told me he couldn’t blame me, told me I was a lucky guy,” Jeff confirms, a smirk spreading over his mouth. “I couldn’t agree more.” 

The fact that someone else thinks that you’re attractive – someone who is married to someone as perfect as Danneel, no less – seems to do wonders for your confidence, and if you hadn’t already started to lift out of your funk thanks to Jeff’s words tonight, this would’ve certainly done it alone. Jeff seems to choose that exact moment to sink into you, and your eyes roll in pleasure as he hums and whispers about how perfect you feel, and how he never wants to fuck another pussy, how yours is the only one he ever wants wrapped around his cock again. 

His constant praises and brutal thrusts are enough to keep your climaxes coming, over and over again as you desperately try to hold onto your last remaining shred of sanity, but by the time Jeff’s through with you, you’re barely able to move, and your whole body trembles in his hold when he finally pulls you into his lap and strokes your hair as you both recover on the couch together. You smile happily to yourself, feeling so much better than you had been earlier this evening, and maybe it’s the countless orgasms he ripped from your body, but you feel like maybe you could believe at least some of the things Jeff had told you. 

“You were lying weren’t you?” you finally ask, looking up at him. 

“I don’t lie to you, baby girl,” Jeff insists, with no room for an argument in his voice. 

“Jensen didn’t say that,” you tell him, adamantly. 

“He did, actually,” Jeff chuckles. “Actually made me a little jealous,” he admits. “I urm… I know I’m not as attractive as him, and he’s younger, could probably keep up with you better,” he blushes. 

You scoff, sitting up to shake your head at him. “Are you kidding? I was the luckiest girl there tonight.” 

Jeff shakes his head, and you quickly realise that you’re not the only insecure one in your relationship, and you wonder if this is how you make Jeff feel when you say similar things about yourself. 

“Okay, here’s the deal,” you announce. “I’ll start believing you if you start believing me.” 

“Alright, deal,” Jeff nods, smiling softly. “But on one condition,” he adds, which makes you frown slightly. “We bring that Daddy thing back because fuck, that was hot.” 

You laugh and nod your head. “Yeah, I guess I’m okay with that,” you smirk. 

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[sauronnaise]

“I put the Turambar in 'depression'.”

—Túrin, obviously.

#tolkien #shitpost #incorrect tolkien quotes #silmarillion #incorrect silmarillion quotes #túrin turambar #adanedhel #the children of húrin #nespresso depresso #the man with too many names #the luckiest #doriath

[kayandthegoldendays]

a few snippets of the last few eves. My birthday passed this week and in true Scorpio form I took the day to myself. I have one last birth before I jet off into the sunset and into the arms of my family. I am so desperate to be surrounded in hugs, but it feels like this time of the year is always so full that it passes so quickly and I want nothing more than to savor it.

my social calendar has been booming and it’s not in my nature to be so filled to the brim with joy but it’s a stark contrast to last years winter so I cannot complain.

last night I booked my accommodations in Amsterdam and booked the Anne Frank House, it’s been a lifelong bucket list item so when I say I sobbed…I mean it. I can’t believe it’s less than a month away. Still haven’t a clue where I’ll be staying in France but I imagine it’ll fall into place as it always does.

I can’t believe this is life…wow. So so so grateful.

P.s I finished my scarf at knitting circle this week!!!!! It’s finished 🤯

#kayandthegoldendays #personal #studyblr #light academia #psychblr #nyc diaries #the luckiest #runblog #runblr #new york city

[madsgotmadagain]

ok but my recent gacha luck tho???

This has been in the span of wesnday afternoon to this morning. Hello?? DARK CACAO COOKIE?? MY FIRST ANCIENT??

I'm so happy but at the same time I feel like my lucks gonna do a complete 180 and I'm not gonna pull any new cookies for like a month lol

#cookie run kingdom #crk #fig cookie #matcha cookie #dark cacao cookie #Expresso cookie #Rockstar cookie #olive cookie #Cookie gacha #Gacha #the luckiest

[notroosterbradshaw]

Rooster holding your hips down so you stop squirming while he fingers you.

God, I am drowning for this. Hanging for babies to go to sleep. Horny hours in main. Thrumming, thotting for main!

Send me your Rooster thots.

#the luckiest #thots in main #hubs is [redacted] #LARGE #hubs is in for it #brb thots

[ao3feed-larry]

The Luckiest

by FlowerChild28

“How bad do you need it right now?” Harry asked, nibbling Louis’ earlobe maddeningly light.

Harry’s sheer black button up hung open limply and Louis ventured inside and palmed Harry’s chest, moving from one pec to the other, then down his stomach. Harry’s back arched, and he moaned at the prying touch.

“I might die if I’m not inside you soon,” Louis whispered lethally, his breath betraying the ferocity of his need.

“I was hard all night for you,” Harry said. “Could you tell?”

“Could I tell?” Louis said in a breathy scoff. “I almost took you behind a speaker and fucked you right there.”

Or

2015 Larry is using their concerts for foreplay, yet again.

Words: 1681, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: One Direction (Band)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Relationships: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson

Additional Tags: Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Domestic Fluff, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Backstage, OT4, Fluff and Smut

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The Luckiest :: Chapter 2

Title: The Luckiest Instalment: 2/? Genres: Alternate universe, romance, drama, RPF Fandom: Hanson Characters/Pairing: Taylor Hanson, Isaac Hanson, Zac Hanson, Nikki Hanson, Kate Hanson, and a handful of male and female OCs. Pairings Taylor/OFC, Isaac/Nikki, and Zac/Kate. Rating: M 15+ / PG-13 Warnings: Naughty language, alcohol references Summary: Ruby and Taylor are engaged and getting ready to spend the rest of their lives together. At the same time, Hanson are getting ready to record their next album. Things are just about perfect. Until the day that Taylor collapses in the middle of band practice. With one life changed forever and three others put on hold, the band's future is hanging over all of their heads -- as is the question of whether or not Ruby and Taylor will get their happily ever after. Status: In progress Disclaimer: I don't know Hanson (though it would be very nice), and I am not associated with them in any way, shape or form - I wouldn't be writing fanfic if I was. This story is being written solely to satisfy my sadist of a muse.

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[taratarotgreene]

Lucky Venus Jupiter Opposition Horoscopes

Venus in Scorpio opposite Jupiter is sexy good luck

SUPER POSITIVE VENUS OPPOSITE JUPITER, even Retrograde, is great thing  VENUS in SCORPIO opposite Jupiter Retro in TAURUS at  6+ degrees. If you have planets at 6 degrees of Fixed signs LEO and AQUARIUS you are also affected. You can expand that to 2-7 degrees. VENUS, the Goddess of LOVE beauty, harmony, the Arts, relationships JUPITER, King of the Gods, brings expansion, good fortune, higher…

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[bluegiragi]

patience and indulgence.

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(hey i drew this comic in collaboration with the very talented author prettyunhinged, who wrote an amazing fic to go along with it!!! please leave a comment and kudos if u read it, it's so perfect >.< but also do look at the tags first lmao )

#i drew this comic based purely on vibes and asked nira for help on dialogue #and then she went and wrote an entire fic like im literally the luckiest person in the world <3 #ghost spends this comic sticking his tongue down soap's throat #and also. other areas #but yes erm this is genuinely the only page i can post onto tumblr without getting sniped #happy early valentines day!! #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #cod mw2 #ghostsoap #giragi art

[sky-is-the-limit]

#his wife is the luckiest human on this planet she better be doing gymnastics on that man #barry sloane #captain price #cod #call of duty #captain price smut #captain price x reader #john price #captain john price

[punkitt-is-here]

#another comm that i cant stop laughing at i am the luckiest bitch in the world #my posts #rarity #cw drugs #my art #mlp #mlp:fim

[kayandthegoldendays]

the last several weeks have been flying by filled with goodness. my gratitude is overflowing even as I sit here covered in tissues and DayQuil battling my first cold of the year.

I’m still so blissed out by all the goodness in this era. In a few short weeks I’ll be hopping around the “Christmas Circuit” and I can proudly declare I’ve booked accommodations for two cities out of … quite a few lol but I’m taking this sick time to get cracking down!

In other news, I ran my first race since the crash. And surprised myself by placing 3rd in my category while sick! I was stunned and overjoyed. It makes my hopes of finally taking my shot at NYC 2025 feel more tangible if only because I’m learning my body post-crash more and more. I have decided to do the 9+1 while settling any balances from my last bid when the crash happened :/

The tiny humans have been around me nonstop hence the cold but I’ve been grateful. They never cease to teach me patience, joy and humility. Noelle came to me after the race and said “Titi your nose is wet” and she was absolutely right. This week I baked pies, cookies, and a failed croissant attempt but the effort was there.

I can’t believe I blinked and life became rosy again. there’s always things, as is life but they feel muted in comparison to the goodness that has taken residence here.

I’ll be holed up waiting out this cold then wrapping up before flying over the pond.

Up next!

• I have to apply to begin my pre-reqs for my doctorate in the fall :/ let’s all pray to the Goddess of wisdom for me

• I have my cousin visiting me this winter (WOOOHOOO!) he’s never been to NYC so it’s a fun packed week waiting to happen. I know every hot chocolate stand we are going to already. We will also go to a Broadway show and see all the Christmas views. I love NYC in the winter so it’s fun to share it.

• I have to renew my certifications for birth, and postpartum (death tbd but I’ll deal with that in the spring)

• I will be heading overseas having finished EVERY contract which is simply beautiful and exciting to have time without worry

• I must move all of my high school books that I didn’t know existed until this week to my apartment in NYC

#personal #studyblr #light academia #study inspo #psychblr #kaywillbeamidwife #kaywillbeadnp #runblog #runblr #turkey trot #running #happiest human #the luckiest

[rizaposting]

He's never allowed to move again. Trapped forever. Legend has it he's still in bed with his wife and dog to this day.

#fma #fma03 #fma fanart #royai #riza hawkeye #roy mustang #black hayate #fullmetal alchemist #he's the luckiest motherfucker in the whole world #MOVE LET ME IN THERE #crystal art and writing #riza is a stage 5 clinger #if she isn't koala'd onto his arm she's hogging all of the blankets #this one if one of my favs from this year

[tubbylittleslut]

#me #luckiest little cow there is 🥺❤️

[tethered-heartstrings]

the way we see hannibal fight in the show would not be at all how he fights will if they got into a fist fight or something physical. because when hannibal fought tobias and jack he had no regard for the survival or well being of his opponent. he killed tobias and was more than willing to kill jack. if he fought will, he'd drag it out as long as possible because deep down he wouldn't want to kill or permanently harm will, and the whole time he'd be hoping something sexy would happen at the end of it

#hannibal: omg he hit me :3 i am the luckiest girl in the world #this is not to say will isn't trying to cause hannibal permanent harm mr ''i wanna kill you with my hands'' graham #hannibal lecter #will graham #hannibal #hannibal nbc #nbc hannibal #hannigram #the speaking clown

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The Luckiest :: Chapter 5

Title: The Luckiest Instalment: 5/? Genres: Alternate universe, romance, drama, RPF Fandom: Hanson Characters/Pairing: Taylor Hanson, Isaac Hanson, Zac Hanson, Nikki Hanson, Kate Hanson, and a handful of male and female OCs. Pairings Taylor/OFC, Isaac/Nikki, and Zac/Kate. Rating: M 15+ / PG-13 Warnings: Naughty language, alcohol references Summary: Ruby and Taylor are engaged and getting ready to spend the rest of their lives together. At the same time, Hanson are getting ready to record their next album. Things are just about perfect. Until the day that Taylor collapses after band practice. With one life changed forever and three others put on hold, the band’s future is hanging over all of their heads – as is the question of whether or not Ruby and Taylor will get their happily ever after. Status: In progress Disclaimer: I don’t know Hanson (though it would be very nice), and I am not associated with them in any way, shape or form - I wouldn’t be writing fanfic if I was. This story is being written solely to satisfy my sadist of a muse.

I did not plan for this chapter to take me more than a year to finish. Honestly.

I get to have fun with this story now, though. :D

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