#this looks so sex on my iPad TRUST

[b0tsbby]

Ya know the drill the tumblr girlies get B0ts art first

( i had to do this in two days for Comic Con don’t hold me to it🛌💀)

#trigun #nicholas d. wolfwood #low-key stampede? #I guess it is we got the gamer punisher #I think I flopped but we ball #trigun stampede #Oh and this was actual PISS STICKS to print #fighting for my life to this day to get the colours right on paper #tbh they even suck on my phone screen #this looks so sex on my iPad TRUST #the colours at least #wait this is technically my first Trigun Fanart #like the first real one #slay #and it goes to stinky boy Tristamp Wolfwood #my boy #my stinky boy that flops in the wind

[holylulusworld]

TOL - Like a virgin (1) - Bucky Barnes

Summary: You need money. Hansen’s agency offers the right kind of trade.

Pairing: DBF!Bucky Barnes x Virgin!Reader

Characters: Lloyd Hansen, unnamed other reader (Hansen’s girl)

Warnings: money problems, sex for money, selling your virginity, blindfolding, sex with a stranger, groping, oral (fem rec), fingering, teasing, dirty talk, loss of virginity, slow sex, smut, unprotected sex, possessive Bucky, undefined age gap, dad’s best friend trope, Lloyd being Lloyd, language, mentions of past death of a loved one, fluff

A/N: This story is part of my: Traders of love (lust) masterlist

A/N2: It's also a request fill for my 16.666 followers celebration masterlist. Sorry, this took me so long. I'm working on all the requests left for this celebration.

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“Do you know what you get yourself into if you sign this contract?” Lloyd Hansen, the devil with blue eyes asks.

“I need to money and uh…I tried anything else. I worked my ass off and even sold my car. It’s no use,” you exhale deeply to calm your racing heart. “The debts are eating me alive, and the only thing left that I could sell is my…virginity.”

He watches you squirm in your seat, amused, and aroused at the same time. “Aw, you’re a cute little cupcake. I’d love to have a taste of you myself, but I don’t shit where I eat – you know.”

Lloyd cocks a brow when you reread the standard contract he handed to you. “So, you will put me on your website and your customers will buy me?” You blink a few times to not cry. This feels so surreal and wrong. How did you stoop so low that you sold your body to a stranger?

“Kinda,” Lloyd gets up from his chair to show you his iPad. “We don’t sell you off to a random douche. I don’t want a cute muffin like you to end up under a sick bastard. All my clients are gentlemen.”

You nod slowly and try to remember every detail he tells you. “Okay.”

“You can choose ten out of my clients and, if you want to, a wild card.” Lloyd hands you the tablet. “If you choose only ten out of my clients one of them will have the honor to fuck you first.”

You fight the urge to scrunch your nose up. “What’s the wild card?” You look up from the iPad to meet Lloyd’s eyes.

“If you choose ten men and the wild card, you will get more money,” he explains. “The start offering will be one million dollars. You’ll get six hundred thousand dollars, and I’ll arrange everything for your safety.”

You gasp loudly. This amount of money would save you and allow you to live a better life. You don’t care Lloyd will have almost half of the money. He provides the hotel suite and will make sure that you’ll come home safely.

“The men will attend an online auction. They will bid on you. If you get lucky, they will pay more than one million bucks.”

“Wow!” You exclaim. Even if it’s the worst thing you’ll ever do, this arrangement will help move on from your past and pay your debts.

“Now, I’ll tell you about the wild card,” Lloyd sits next to you. “The wild card is special. You cannot choose this man, but you’ll get two hundred and fifty thousand bucks more. No matter who wins the auction. You’ll get eight hundred and fifty thousand bucks.”

“He’s not a creep, right? I don’t want my first time to be with someone hurting me or ignoring my safe word,” you wring your hands.

“The wild cards are my special clients. These men have my trust, sweetness,” Lloyd says. “The inner circle of my organization. It consists of ten men. You will find none of them in my files.”

“I could need the extra money,” you ponder. “You promise that they are not crazy or shit?”

“I’m the craziest guy in this organization,” he flashes you a smile. “And you are not scared of me, right?”

“You’re intimidating,” you shyly admit as you glance at Lloyd. “But you didn’t hurt me or scare me. You were nice.”

“Hah, did ya hear that, sunshine?” Lloyd yells, making you flinch. The door immediately flies open, and his assistant walks inside. “See, she thinks I’m nice.”

“Yeah, because she doesn’t know you like I do,” she puts her hands on her hips and glares at Lloyd. “Sweetie don’t let him talk you into this wild card shit. His buddies are the worst, and he’s the king of shit!”

“Darling don’t be rude,” he gets up to wrap his arms around her waistline. She squirms in his hold, giggling while pushing against his shoulders. “Give your man a kiss.”

“Not until you get rid of that mustache!”

“You love the mustache. It makes your clit all tingly when I go down on you,” he steals a kiss, and gropes her plump ass. “If not for my new client, I’d fuck you right here and now to put a little Lloyd inside of you.”

“You’ll take care of the sweet girl first. You better not pressure her into this shit,” she grunts and pushes Lloyd off her. “I expect you to be on your best behavior.”

She walks back outside and closes the door with a loud thud.

“A hell of a woman,” he hums and adjusts his pants. “I found her—” Lloyd clears his throat. “Never mind. That’s a story to tell later.”

“Can you tell me what the men will expect? I mean, aside from having sex with me.”

Lloyd smirks. “You don’t have to worry about kinky shit. The contract includes vaginal sex  - missionary, or doggy style. Maybe a blow job. Protection is a must. If you want it to be pleasurable for you too, play with your pussy, or think of something nice.”

“I’d imagine Bucky,” you blur out. “I—fuck.” You curse when Lloyd cocks a brow. “He’s my dad’s best friend, and a little older than me. Not a gramps or something.”

“Bucky, huh?” He nods thoughtfully. “That’s an interesting name.”

“It’s a nickname,” you hastily say. “His real name is James Buchanan Barnes.” You swoon now. “He never looked at me twice, but if I want to get off, I always imagine him.”

“As long as you don’t moan his name, I don’t care what you do to get into the mood,” Lloyd says, but there’s something in his eyes you can’t quite put a finger on. “Back to the options. Wild card yes or no?”

You look at the iPad again. What is one more stranger, right? “Yes.”

“Barnes,” Lloyd grins like the devil. “Hey, no swear words, sunshine. I got a nice little deal for you.” He grunts and mutters into the phone. “Would you just listen for a moment? A nice little bird came to me. I think you know her…”

“Y/N!” Your dad’s best friend jogs next to you. “Hey, long time no see.”

“Uh-hi,” you squeak when he wraps you in a hug. “Nice to see you, Bucky.”

“How have you been?” He releases you to lock you up and down. “You look a little stressed. Is everything alright? You know that you can always come to me. I’m like an uncle to you.”

“Uncle,” you wrinkle your nose. “Right.” You shake your head at the naughty thoughts wanting to force their way to the front of your mind. “I’m good. Really. Nothing to worry about.”

“You sure?” He presses on. “If you are scared to tell your dad, tell me. I won’t say a thing.”

“I said that I’m fine,” you snap at him as a woman gets out of his car and calls his name. “How about you go back to your arm candy and leave me alone? We haven’t heard of you for two years.”

You twirl around and storm off. You don’t need anyone to help you. Lloyd offered more money than you’ll need to pay the debts your dad left you when he passed away.

Bucky didn’t even know about it because he just doesn’t care…

“Pumpkin,” Lloyd claps his hands as you walk inside the expensive penthouse suite. “You look stunning.” He grins as you squirm under his gaze.

He walks toward you to hand you the iPad. “The wild card won the auction,” he casually says. “I transferred the town hundred and fifty thousand bucks to your bank account. This is the point of no return. If you want out, say it now.”

“I know,” you released a shuddery breath. “I don’t want to do this, but I need the money. It’s one night with a guy you trust. So…let’s get this over with.”

“On the bed is something the wild card got for you. OH, and he wants you to put the blindfold on. It’s his special request,” Lloyd gently pats your shoulder. “I promise he’s a good guy, and won’t hurt you, pumpkin. Just remember the only two rules. Never ask why they pay you for sex, and, never let them do anything you don’t want to.”

“Thank you—” you close your eyes and take deep breaths. “I can do this. Please leave me alone now. I need to get ready.”

“If he crosses a line,” Lloyd says. “You say Lloyd, and I take the door down.”

“What? I don’t understand.” You furrow your brows.

“Just say Lloyd.” He whispers in your ear.

“Lloyd,” you say, and the lights in the room turn red. An alarm shrills and you need to cover your ears. “Oh…wow.”

“See, I take care of my girls. Do not let him gag you, though,” he warns. “If he tries anything you don’t agree to, yell my name and I’m there in a split-second.”

You nod and give Lloyd a shy smile. “Thank you.”

“I make money with my girls. I don’t want them to get hurt or worse,” he says. “I’m not a saint or a good guy. But no one hurts my girls.”

You watch him leave the room and release another shuddery breath.

He’s right. This is it. The point of no return…

The gift from the wild card is a silky nightie dress in your favorite color. Midnight blue. It has a plunging back and lace-lined cups. It fits you like a second skin.

You close your eyes and count to ten to calm your racing heart as you put the blindfold on. It’s the wild card’s special wish, and you don’t want to piss him off right away.

Maybe the blindfold will make things easier. You can imagine any face, while the stranger is inside of you.

“You look breathtakingly beautiful.” You shudder as his voice is deep and rough. He entered the room without making a noise, and now he’s already so close you feel his breath fan over your neck. “I see you are wearing my gift.”

“Yes…Sir…” You breathlessly reply. His hands ghost over your arms, touching you gently. “Or do you want me to call you something else?”

“Hmm…” He hums. “We will see, doll.” You whimper at the pet name. “Can I call you doll? Is that alright with you?” His lips press against your neck, he nips at the sensitive spot behind your ear. “I need you to answer me.”

“Yeah, that’s alright with me,” you are already enchanted by the stranger. His scent is intoxicating, and his voice goes straight to your core.

“I’m gonna make you feel so good, doll,” he wraps one arm around your waistline to bring you close to his body. His chest is bare, and you feel his skin pressed against yours. “I dreamed of doing this with you.”

“You did?” You purr and lean your head against his shoulder. “What do you want to do with me?”

“You’ll see,” he chuckles as you press your butt into his crotch. “You’re eager to get me going, huh? Don’t worry. I’m already so hard for you it hurts.”

He releases you and steps away to admire your wrecked state. You’re a panting mess, and your legs quiver. “Beautiful and so responsive.” He’s back on you to slide the thin straps of the nightie down your shoulders. The stranger nips at your neck, leaving little love bites on his way. “I can’t wait to have you.”

“You have me,” you move your hand behind you, blindly grasping for his hair. He’s a stranger but feels so good against you. “I want you to have me.”

“I know, doll,” he whispers in your ear while shoving the nightie down your shoulders. The fabric drops to the ground and pools around your ankles. “I love how you feel against me. I bet you feel even better around me.”

His hands cup your breasts. One warm and soft, the other cold and a little rougher. He gropes your soft flesh and pinches your nipples. This stranger plays with your body and pulls all the right strings.

You don’t have to imagine someone else. His lips nipping at your earlobe, and his hands, those skilled tools press moans and whimpers out of you. “Sir…”

“It’s alright, doll. Be as vocal as you want to,” he smirks against your skin. “Relax and let me take good care of you.”

“Yes—” you hiss when he meaningly tugs at your nipples. “Ouch.”

“You are a big girl and can take it, baby doll,” he grinds into you to rub his aching cock against your butt. “I bet your pretty cunt is wet for me.”

Your voice fails. He’s moving one hand between your legs and pinches your clit through your soaked panties. “I knew it.” He teasingly pinches your clit, igniting another spark deep within you. “You’re mine now. Only mine. After tonight, you’ll never want another man. Say it!”

His other hand rips your panties off of your body, taking you by surprise. You squeak and giggle as he twirls you around. “You’re all I imagined you’d be,” he cups your face and presses his lips to yours.

You’ve been kissed before – but not like this. His lips are soft and tender, but the kiss gets heated when his hands move to your ass to hoist you up.

You end up in his arms and sling your legs and arms around his body out of instinct.

“Your lips taste like heaven.” He purrs while walking toward the bed. “I bet your sweet pussy tastes like sin.” You end up on the soft mattress, the stranger on top of you.

He kisses you again, slowly, and sensually this time. “I’m gotta have a taste, doll.” You wish you could watch him kiss his way down your body. It feels like his lips and hands caress every inch of your body they can reach. “It’s alright. You don’t have to be afraid.”

The stranger moves lower, kissing you right above your belly button. He moans against your skin, making you shiver at the slightest touch.

His hands move over your thighs, spreading them wide so he can settle between your legs.

“Let me have a taste of heaven,” he presses a searing kiss to your pussy. “I’ve got you, doll.”

You shudder feelings his nose brushes your clit. “So pretty down here too,” he murmurs against you. His breath tickles your folds, leaving you wanting more. “Shhh…” He shushes you. “I only want to eat this sweet cunt out.”

He spreads your pussy lips, to look at your clit. “Ah…S-ir.” You stammer. “What are you doing?”

“Did no man ever put his mouth on you?” He looks up at you from between your legs, groaning loudly when you shake your head. “Good. I’m your first for everything then.”

Your mouth falls open. Why would he want to do such a thing? Isn’t this night all about him, not you? “Why?”

“I love eating pussy, doll,” he laughs. “And I want you slippery wet so I can shove my dick right into your tight little hole.”

You grab your tits, squeezing your flesh to do anything but lie there and wait for the stranger to rule your body.

He teases your pearl with the tip of his tongue, eager to please you. A shudder runs through you. You are so lost in his touch that you nearly forget this is about him and that he paid you to touch you.

This is not love-making, but a business transaction. “Please just fuck me…”

“Not yet,” he slaps your pussy lips. “I want you to be a good girl and let me enjoy every moment. “This includes tasting your cunt.”

“Oh-“ It never crossed your mind that a man could be interested in eating you out before getting off. “Be my guest.” You sass and spread your legs wider. “I’m on the menu tonight.”

“That you are,” he kisses the inside of your left thigh, caressing the soft skin with his lips and tongue. “But only for me.” He turns his attention toward your right thigh.  

He wraps his arms around your legs and pulls you closer to his mouth. “Fuck, you smell so good, doll.” You gasp the moment he licks up your sex. It’s a new sensation and you already love it. “Use my face, come on.”

You bite your lower lip. Can you do this? Lloyd said this is all about the man’s fantasy, but he wants to give you pleasure too.

“Fuck,” you nod and start grinding your pussy against his mouth, hoping to get more of this new feeling. “Please.”

“Soon, baby doll,” he purrs and flicks his tongue to play with your little nub. You wiggle on the bed, grinding as he uses his mouth to send sparks of pleasure through your body. You don’t think, just feel.

You whimper and moan hearing him groan against you. He throws your left leg over his shoulder, spreading you wide as he teases your soaked hole with the tip of his index finger. “Oh God, yes. Please just put it inside,” you become impatient. “Fuck…please.”

He laughs but doesn’t say anything. Instead, he pushes one finger inside, curling his digit inside of you. “Relax, doll. I’m gonna give you my cock soon enough.”

“Y-es…p-lease,” you can’t think straight. Your body is on fire, and you need release, or you’ll lose your mind. “Please I want you to…”

“Baby,” he purrs while slowly starting to fuck you with his finger. “Soon…I’ve been waiting to have you for so long.”

He adds another finger, now pressing his fingertips against your sweet spot. “Fuck,” you exclaim loudly. “Ah, there…I need… I want…”

“No,” you don’t get to cum. He scissors you open, ignoring that you beg and plead. “Not yet. You’ll cum on my cock only. I want to feel you fall apart for the first time while I’m inside of you.”

“Fuck!”

“Oh baby doll,” he coos when you sniffle, and slam your fists into the mattress. “I don’t want to be cruel, only to make it easier for you to take me.”

“Please, I only want to feel you,” you hold out your hands, sniffling louder. “I need you to do it now before I get scared.”

“Shit,” you feel his fingers slip out of you. He crawls up your body and kisses you slowly. “Baby doll, tell me if you want me to stop. We don’t have to do this.”

“You pai—” He silences you with his lips and makes you forget that you are only here for him to get what he paid for. “I want you.” You don’t know why, but it’s true. All you want is to feel him inside of your body.

“Are you sure?” He asks against your lips. “Baby doll?”

“Yes,” you blindly grasp for him. “Please fuck me. I don’t want to wait any longer.” You don’t tell him that the man you wanted to be your first would never even look at you twice.

“You don’t have to beg me.” He angles his hips to run the tip of his cock up and down your folds. “I’ll give it to you.”

Your breath hitches in your throat, and a high-pitched shriek escapes your throat feeling his length slide slowly into you. He stills his hips, groaning loudly as your walls strain against his intrusion.

“Fuck, you’re so tight, baby doll.” He buries his face in your neck, murmuring your name as he moves back and forth, always pushing a little deeper. “Open up to me, pretty doll.”

It hurts a little, and you hide your face in his shoulder, whimpering any time he tilts his hips. “I know, baby doll. It will feel good soon. Let me just,” he breathlessly whispers in your ear. “I’m gonna make love to you, Y/N.”

You bite his shoulder when he slides all in with the next thrust. A whimper escapes your lips, and you claw at his back. “Shhh…you are doing so good for me, baby. I’m proud of you, my sweet princess.”

He wraps one arm around you and removes the blindfold with one swift motion. You gasp and dig your nails into his back. “Bucky?” You can’t help but whimper his name. “What?”

“I couldn’t let you do this. I wanted you for so long.” He claims your lips in a soft kiss. “You refused to take my help so I…”

“It’s you,” you cling to Bucky. “Not some stranger…it’s you…” you sniffle. “You’re here…”

“Yeah,” he breathes against your lips. “Do still want to…”

You wrap your legs around his waistline. “Yes…hell yes…” You grunt. “Please don’t stop now. We can’t stop now.”

He nuzzles his face in your neck and digs his knees into the mattress. You melt into his arms, knowing it’s not a stranger, but the man you adored and loved for years.

“We already broke all the rules, Y/N,” he slowly starts rocking his hips. “I can’t believe I’m doing this.” Bucky curses as you claw on his back. “My doll.”

He’s pushing harder into you with every thrust. It doesn’t matter that you feel like you are in a limbo of pleasured pain, or that you forgot the condom. All you are capable of is to stare up at Bucky as he takes you apart.

Your body belongs to him and opens up to Bucky like a flower finally deciding to bloom. Your core burns with desire for more of him. “Please.”

“I’ve got you, Y/N,” he sinks his teeth into your shoulder, causing you to cry out loudly. Something drops to the ground in the room next door, but you don’t care.

You rock your body in sync with Bucky, urging him on to claim you, and your whole being. Even if you should be mad at him for tricking you, you can’t. Not when he pushes you over the edge, his name on your lips nor when he spills into you, cursing your name.

“Baby,” he worriedly looks down at you. You are panting heavily and are unable to open your eyes. “Y/N, are you alright?”

“Yeah…I’m good…” 

Bucky slowly pulls out to lie next to you. He opens his arms and watches you lie on his chest.

“Why did you never come back?” You run your hand over his sweaty chest. “Bucky?”

“Your dad found out that I had a thing for his beloved daughter,” he runs his hand over your head. “I’m sorry. He left me no choice but to stay away from you. I had to keep my distance.”

“You could’ve come to his funeral,” you sniff. “Why did you leave me all alone?”

“I had problems with the law, and I was in the middle of a divorce. You didn’t need a drunk wreck longing for you,” he whispers. “I had to wait until I’m better and then Hansen called, telling me about your problems.”

“That fucker,” you grumble. “I knew he was going to trick me!”

“Don’t worry, baby doll,” Bucky softly says. “I paid all your dues before coming here. I just couldn’t resist you any longer. I had to have you.”

He lifts his head to look you in the eyes. “Can you forgive me, Y/N?”

“I’ll consider forgiving you if you explain everything to me later. Like – how do you know Lloyd Hansen? And what is going on with his assistant?”

“You will get to know everything.” He pecks your lips. “For now, all you need to know is that I love you…always have…”

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[everythingne]

marketing ploy - ln4 / ch4

miami leads to the perfect 'date', sibling love, and a problem. Some things slot together too perfectly to be ignored, for better or for worse.

piastri!oc x lando norris / fake dating, brothers best friend

warnings/notes: alcohol, mentions of sex, mentions of hypothetical sexual situations, mentions of past loss of virginity (they're not whores guys it makes sense in context), mentions of past cheating, a singular kiss, this might be the longest chapter so far ! A lot of character growth here babes.

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06 MAY -- MIAMI, FLORIDA↴

“Of all places in Miami, I was not expecting Seaspice.” I laugh as Lando pulls up to the lavish white building. I can hear people laughing, girls in flowy sundresses and guys in their best white button downs loosely hanging by the entrance as soft music pulses from some speakers--or maybe a cars stereo. Lando huffs out of his nose, a small amused grin on his lips as he turns and places a hand behind my seat as he looks through the back window while parking, his head occasionally looking back at the backup camera and mirrors. I never knew watching someone park would be hot. I catch myself staring when he pushes the shifter forward to park and looks over a me, his black tee clinging around his frame, gold chains resting against the thin fabric.

“Max told me it was good.” He shrugs, leaning back against his seat and looking out. We’d agreed that our ‘first date’ dinner had to be good food, and I had tasked him with finding it as long as I could dress him and I got to order the most expensive desert.

“You’re trusting Max Verstappen for good food?” I ask, giving him the most incredulous look as I grab my purse form my lap and my phone from under my thigh--texting Ada that we'd arrived as Lando turns off the car. Once I glance back up, he leans over, tucking a hair behind my ear and minding my piercings as he settles it back into place.

“And Shakira.” He murmurs, eyes looking down at my lips before he clears his throat and leans back, grabbing his waller and getting out of the car. I go to open my door after double checking everything is in my puse, only to have it whacked shut, and then reopened by Lando.

“Lesson one,” he says, offering his hand to me as he places another hand on the edge of the door, “if your boyfriend doesn’t open the door for you, break up.”

I laugh wholeheartedly, taking his hand and letting him hide my body as he pulls me to my feet and makes sure my skirt is covering everything. He takes my hand and lets me step aside so he can close the door, lock his car, and then he starts to bring me along to the main entrance.

“Astrid said she’s not calling paparazzi, but she’s expecting fans to be here. So the good ol’ papas might be lingering too.” He says, sliding his sunglasses up as the Miami sun starts to dip under some of the buildings and illuminates us in a golden glow.

“For the love of everything, Lando, don’t call them papas.” I groan, keeping my hold on his hand tight as we stop at the vacant hostess stand. He turns to me with a loose grin and I wrap myself around his arm as I catch a few lingering eyes, might as well sell this as best I can.

"Papas is better than pap, I think."

"Equally terrible." I hum, lifting a hand to fix one of his necklaces thats coiled as the hostess reappears with a big happy smile on her perfectly white teeth, her long blond hair swept in a runway model-esc fashion in the low breeze.

"Do you have a reservation tonight?" She asks sweetly, "if not, it will be around an hour wait."

"We should have one for Norris? Two." Lando says softly, the woman hums, tapping through an iPad before nodding and grabbing a few things behind the counter.

"Ah, wonderful, you guys will be dining with my favorite server Jett tonight! Come with me!" She guides us to a table in a back corner, right along the water. Lando gets my chair, ever the gentleman, and then sits across from me as the hostess kindly explains the menus and specials, then says our server will be there soon with the complimentary champagne.

"I'm popping the champagne. You don't need to break anything else." I say to Lando as soon as the hostess walks away and he doubles over in laughter. The restaurant is beautiful, candle lit with twinkling fariy lights overhead and I cannot picture Max ever wanting to eat here. Then, I spot some LED panel lights and realize this place is also a club at times and it makes a bit more sense as to why Max might've stopped by.

“Oh hush," he swats at my pointing finger and I laugh, his giggle falls into a gasp as he takes his turn to playfully poke at me, "And rule two, your boyfriend should always pull out your chair."

"Why the rules, may I ask?" I hum, making sure my bag is hooked on the chair as I look out over the water briefly. My hand finding my phone to take a quick picture of the sun on the water, as Lando keeps talking. I set my phone down as he speaks, giving him my full attention in the low lighting.

"Oscar told me you'd never been on a proper date," Jackass, I scowl, of course Oscar dimed me out, but my scowl is covered as Lando waves while he talks, "And that you last dated someone in year nine. So, I made it my personal goal to give you the best date ever. I would've bought you flowers too, if I had the time. Gotta set your standards high."

"You've already bought me flowers." I counter.

"Yeah but, I would buy you flowers everyday if I could. If we weren't traveling so much, you would have fresh flowers every time the old ones started to wilt. That's how it should be. It's like twenty pounds for something so gorgeous that makes anyone happy." He explains, but before I can answer, our waiter is setting down two glasses and wiping condensation off a bottle of champagne.

"Hello, lovebirds!" He smiles, cheerily as he pops the bottle into a towel and pours us our drinks. Him calling us lovebirds make my heart pound and my cheeks flush, I hate how easily it makes me feel giddy to be considered Lando’s girlfriend. Jett recites the menu, the specials, and asks if we want any appetizers. We settle on the steak tartare and the burrata, and as our waiter whisks away to give us time to figure out appetizers, I notice Lando lifting his film camera.

"I was wondering when she was gonna make an appearance." I laugh, and he laughs in turn, holding up the camera and I pose as he snaps a picture.

"I need to learn how to develop them myself." He says as he sets the camera on the edge of the table, and I lean over to pull it further into the table so it won't fall.

"I can teach you, I did a lot of photography in school." I hold up my drink, "cheers, to us, for being Formula 1s hottest not-couple."

Lando raises his drink and grins, "and to us, in general, for making this probably the easiest media stunt ever."

We clink the edges of the glasses together before taking sips. Champagne wasn't my favorite, but I had to admit this went down smooth.

“Do they always do champagne at your table?” I ask as I take another sip, “because this shit is so good I might come back for it.”

“They had some weird package thing?” Lando leans back in his seat as he sets his drink down, “I dunno, Astrid booked it through the owner. I think she told him it was a date or something so they’d bring us special shit. Oh, I meant to ask, how was your birthday?”

Lando settles in his chair, his foot knocking my knee as he leans back and props one leg over the other.

“I was so drunk, I do not remember anything after Oscar and I fell into the pool and after, we had a heart to heart.” I laugh and he laughs in turn, cheeks puffed up in a tiny smile. Fake dating Lando was gonna be easy. The conversation flows through us ordering entrees, for me it was the Lobster Risotto (after much convincing that Lando did not care how much it cost) and then he got Wagyu steak (and I forced him to promise to let me try.)

We were halfway down the bottle of champagne when our server, Jett, came back with waters and our appetizers. The food got absolutely devoured as we talked about the upcoming race, how his season was going, and then I got to the one question I'd been dying to figure out.

"Do you know why they think us dating is going to make people think you and Max hate each other?"

"No clue." He finishes off his glass of water as I pop the last of the tartare in my mouth and hum softly.

"Like, unless they plan for you to like break my heart or something. But then that would make like... Charles, Daniel, Oscar, and Max hate you."

"I don't think I would break your heart, even if they told me to." Lando sighs, running a hand through his front curls, the warm breeze rolling across the now dark marina, "I think I'd rather give them all the money back than do that."

"Me too." I finish off whats probably my ninth glass, feeling the wooze in my arms and my legs.

"This might be a fake relationship..." He says, and I watch his cheeks dust pink as he looks into his champagne, taking the rest of it asif for courage before looking up at me, "I'm gonna treat you how I would treat anyone I've ever loved."

"I'll treat you the same." I say softly, taking his hand over the table, "you've shown me more love than anyone else has."

A smile creeps across his lips, almost like accomplishment, and he squeezes my hand as he leans over to wipe a bit of sauce off the corner of my mouth. I resist the urge to poke my tongue out and lick my lips as he stares at my mouth for a few moments before looking up at me.

"I take it you havent had much expeirence with this? The whole dating thing?"

"I'm not very... open to dating in general. I havent been looking, havent been asked." I pour the rest of the champagne bottle into our glasses, and Lando leans forward.

“Really?” He clearly doesn’t believe me and I laugh.

“Yeah yeah, you probably have girls hanging off your arms in droves. I haven’t had anyone since the guy who took my virginity like…three years ago?”

“There’s years?!” Lando gapes and I feel my cheeks redden as he looks me over, “you’re like—one of the most attractive, most kind and just—one of the best women I’ve ever met! How in the hell have you not had someone try?”

“We’re not all hot Formula one drivers.” I sip my drink, "and I work long hours, I'm always traveling, guys don't want a woman they can't have any hour of the day."

Lando scoffs as if that's the stupidest thing anyone has ever said in their life, "Well, all those men are stupid."

I laugh because I can't agree more.

-

"Well, I'm too drunk to drive for at least another hour." Lando sets the empty check book on the edge of the table, waiting for Jett to come and whisk it away for his tip. We wave goodbye to the owner, who happily grins as he goes to post the picture of us he'd taken, and Lando stands, offering me his hand as he helps me get organized, "Wanna go sit somewhere and talk?"

"I've run out of things to say, I fear." I laugh as I stand up. He takes my hand with one, and he grins, using his other hand to grab his phone as he walks me to the marina with a tossed thank you over his shoulder I mimic. As we settle on the docks, he pauses and opens his phone.

"One hundred questions to ask your girlfriend." He says, turning to show me the Yahoo page and I laugh in disbelief as he continues to explain, "theres simple ones, deep ones, intimate ones."

"Oh my god, Lando."

"Sexy questions, and ones for 'if you've been dating for like, ever.'" He turns his phone back and a few seconds later the link pops up on my phone, "We should pick a random question from each and ask each other."

When I agree, we find ourselves on the end of one of the docks with a pretty big pontoon boat bobbing besides us. Our legs dangle over the water, making shadows in the dock lights as Lando asks me to pick a random number one to five. I pick four. He asks for a number one to twenty, I pick nine.

"Lights on or off during sex?"

"Wow, starting strong." I burst into drunken giggles and he follows suit, his jacket laying across my shoulders to combat the breeze as we lean into each other for warmth.

"On, usually. Not that I've been fucking that many guys in my life."

"I'm still shocked that a girl as pretty as you doesn't have guys falling at their knees before her." He laments, scrolling through the questions idly as he giggles at a few that we both know are far too inappropriate to ask right now.

"What? You wanna be the first?" I ask and he nods almost too enthusiastically, catching me off guard and making me giggle. I look down at my phone and ask him to pick a number.

His question ends up being from the third section, question fifteen, "Do you like to be complimented?"

"Fuck yeah." He grins as his hand finds mine, fingers interlocking as he looks over at me, "I love compliments. Racing, my looks, my personality, anything. I melt."

I write that down mentally.

My next question is from section two, question eleven, "What would you say to your younger self?"

"I would tell her she's incredible. That... she doesn't have to base her validation off of what other people are doing."

Lando gets section three, question three, "Biggest turn off?"

His answer takes a while, before he murmurs, "My last girlfriend, a fling for only a few days really, only used me for my money."

My last question is section one, question nine, "What ended your last relationship?"

I really don't want to answer it, but I do. For some reason I feel safe enough telling Lando, even if its something I've only admitted to childhood friends

"He cheated on me."

"No way."

"Don't tell Oscar." I sigh, rubbing my thumb along Lando's hand, "I...I've never told Oscar because they're really good friends. But, yeah, he cheated on me for nine months of our twelve month relationship. And... I-I don't know why I was even dating him in the first place."

"Shit, I'm so sorry." Lando says, squeezing my hand and then wrapping his arm around my shoulders and pulling me to his side, "One of the things I've never been able to understand is why people cheat. If you don't like the first person, or you find yourself attracted to someone else, you should just break-up."

"Yeah..." I sigh, leaning into his touch and closing my eyes. Lando sighs heavily, and curls me into his side just letting me stay there for a long while. We say a few more meaningless things, loose jokes, tired attempts at continuing the conversation before we just let the silence hold us in a sort of pause, in that moment, where it's just us.

We end up in his car maybe two hours later, his hand warm on my thigh as he pulls through the Miami streets. I adjust my instagram posts, smiling before setting my phone down as we pull up to a light.

"Oh, by the way, did they tell you about my home race?" Lando asks as one of the songs slowly pulls to a close on the radio and I snort.

"Yeah, we have to kiss on live-fucking-tv." I look over at Lando as he merges into a lane to get in the turn off lane towards the hotel, and he nods, shaking his head with a grin.

"Astrid told me we should 'practice so it's not awkward when you guys kiss for the first time on TV' because god forbid its awkward and their little thing is found out." Lando explains, but halfway through im dying of laughter and hiding my smile behind my hands as I cackle so hard tears are in my eyes.

"I know! I know!" He laughs, pulling to a stop and I look over at him. Theres a moment where our eyes meet, and I want to say something, but my words get caught in my throat. Lando watches me with a soft smile, his hand on my thigh tightening softly as his eyes flicker down to my lips and then back up to my eyes. We fall quiet, and I lean forward in my seat a bit.

"Olivia." He whispers and I bring a hand to his jaw.

"Lando." I mutter back, tracing the edges of his lips with my eyes, before looking back up at his eyes. We both swallow, and I lean in partially, our lips hovering inches away before a truck honks and we snap back into our seats as Lando pulls forward at the light.

It takes maybe thirty seconds for us to fall into awkward laughter. The rest of the car ride is quiet, Lando's hand only moving when he goes to get out of the car. I wait for him to grab my door this time, and he smiles as he opens it, helping me out and handing his keys to the valet.

Lando finally speaks again once he's dropping me off at the hotel room door, "You wanna do a movie cliche?"

"A goodbye kiss?" I say, and he nods, stepping forward to tuck my hair behind my ear before he leans in further and our lips softly meet with a flutter of my eyes shutting. It was delicate, almost like he was afraid to hurt me, and I could feel my heart pounding against my ribs as I step closer and wrap my arms around his neck. My stomach is flipping as his hands find my ribs, then slide lower along my dress to rest on my hip bones as we lean back, lips grazing eachothers before he presses in again. There's an interlock, everything sort of clicking together like it's meant to be, and I feel his fingers dig into my hips and pull me closer.

My back hits the door at one point, his leg between mine as his lips pepper my cheeks, before one final deep, teeth-clashing set of kisses has us finally pull back for space. My breaths are sharp as I slowly lean back from the kiss, him stepping back and fixing my skirt that he'd slightly ruffled up. We stand in silent, eyes met, chests rising sharply as I feel my skin buzzing with excitement. Eventually, my hand bumps the key to the door and I unlock it, pushing it open and turning back to kiss Lando's cheek as I whisper,

"Night, Nori."

I slip into the room, clicking the door shut, leaning back against it and letting out a loud giddy sigh as I bring a hand to my mouth to suppress the sound of the squeal that tries to leave my bursting chest. My skin is alight, my cheeks burning red, my hands shaking and I giggle at the bursting feeling at my chest.

"Had a good date?" Oscar calls and I nearly jump out of my skin, before Oscar laughs hysterically.

"God, fuck you! Give me a warning next time!" I whine, swinging my purse at him, "And yes, I had a very nice date."

"Good." He says softly, looking over at me from the couch before he points to a vase of red roses.

"For you."

I walk over to the bouquet with curiousity, and I'm unsurprised after I read the note attached: 'hope you had as much fun as I, happy belated birthday, my love. - lando'

Another round of giggles makes Oscar smile softly as I hug the bouquet to my chest and close my eyes. Shit. I was so falling for every little thing that Lando was doing.

06 MARCH -- IMESSAGE ↴

06 MARCH -- INSTAGRAM ↴

OLIVIAPIASTRI POSTED A NEW STORY

LANDONORRIS POSTED A NEW STORY

06 MARCH -- TWITTER ↴

f1s.newsoutlet: LANDO AND OLIVIA OUT AT SEASPICE IN MIAMI???

no.rizz4: BRO LANDOS INSTA STORY AND NOW THIS??

mclaritin: SO OLIVIA N LANDO CONFIRMED?

f1reds: norivia or oliss or oliviando or olando?

⤷ horsecarteam: I THOUGHT U WROTE ORLANDOOO LMAOO

oaklynpiastri: AND THIS BITCH DIDNT TELL ME??

⤷ opheliapiastri: girl. get with the program. check the kidastri gc.

06 MARCH -- PHONE CALL BETWEEN OPHELIA AND LANDO ↴

"Hello?"

"Lando."

"Ophelia?"

"Yep."

"Lovely to speak with you."

"Look, I'm drunk, so I'm gonna cut to the chase. I'm sure Ossie's already asked but I need to know what you're doing with my baby sister."

"Hah, uhm. Well, I'm taking her out. All of it's for her. Olivia caught my eye for a while now and I... I don't know. I haven't been able to shake her no matter how hard I've tried. I didn't want to cause an issue with me and Oscar, because I know he's the most important guy in her life and--Oscar's my teammate, so he means a lot to me too."

"Okay..."

"So, I've known her since she started working for Red Bull as head analyst, so what, two years? And ever since the first time I saw her in Red Bull's garage, I just had this pull. I had an opportunity to get closer to her, and I took it, and now we're--kinda dating? Nothing labeled yet. I'm letting her take it at her pace."

"Last question."

"Hit me."

"Promise me you won't break her heart like the last guy?"

"I would rather die than hurt her."

"Good."

#formula one #f1 #formula 1 #ln4 fic #f1 fanfic #lando norris #lando norris x oc #ln4 #lando norris fic

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Unexpected 18

Sequel to Unsolicited

Warnings: non/dubcon, pregnancy, car sex, Lloyd being the worst, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

You sit on the couch with a few too many pillows and layers of blankets around you. There’s a bright smoothie and a tray of snacks courtesy of Dottie. As you flip to a reality show about single people on an island, Harlan appears, almost like a ghost, and sits in one of the cushioned chairs. You watch him lean an elbow on the armrest.

“I can change this,” you offer, embarrassed.

“No, darlin’, I’m just fine,” he waves you off, “just restin’ my old legs.”

You leave the show on and reach for a cracker. You haven’t seen Lloyd since the hospital and you’re happy for it. He wasn’t in a good mood, not since he found you outside, but his parents did little to help that. You hear Dottie’s distant singing, an Elvis song you vaguely recognise.

“She don’t look like it, but my wife is a ball of energy,” Harlan chuckles to himself, “she’s so excited for ya, kid. Me too, no doubt, me too.”

“Oh, well, uh… it’s a big deal. A baby and all that,” you say evasively. “I appreciate all your help and sorry for putting you two out.”

“Not at all,” he tilts his head at the TV, going quiet as he listens to the confessional, “you know, I don’t trust this one. He’s got skittery eyes. Like a bug.”

You almost laugh. You’re hardly paying attention but he seems to pick up every word, even as he talks to you. You chew the cracker, nearly choking on a crumb as Dottie sweeps in. She leans on the back of the couch.

“Dearie, I was just scoutin’ out a place to put the nursery and I noticed, you ain’t got no photos with Marion,” she reaches to touch your shoulder, “this ain’t no home, y’all need to warm it up. Never you worry, I’ll be talkin’ to my son.”

“Dot, really, it’s–” you begin to protest.

“Oh, if I don’t got some pictures of Marion as a boy,” she chirps, “Harlan, would you fetch my iPad thingie?”

“Yes, honey,” Harlan stands and obediently strides out of the room.

He returns as Dottie flits around the couch and you make space for her as you turn your legs over the edge of the couch. You can’t protest. You can’t bring yourself to be rude to either of them. Funny how their son drives you to the worst rage you’ve ever felt, meanwhile they can calm you with a single word.

Harlan hands over the tablet and bends to kiss his wife’s forehead, “there ya go, sweetness.”

“Thanks, handsome,” she smirks and taps her acrylic on the screen, “my hubby, genius that he is, put all my old photo albums on here. I couldn’t figure it out, ya know, I’m new and all that to this fancy interweb stuff.”

She brings down the menu and searches until she finds her files. She squints and holds the tablet closer to her eyes.

“Dot, you should get your glasses, like the doc said,” Harlan girds.

“My eyes are just fine, bubby,” she insists, “here we are.”

She brings up a picture of a young boy. A posed photo, likely from school. You barely recognise the blonde with the strawish shanks of blond hair in faded overalls. A goofy smile slants his lips as the camera flash gleams in his blue eyes.

“Oh, he was a cutie, huh?” Dottie swipes through the photos, “and look!” She stops on a photo of Lloyd in a pair of those plastic glasses with the nose and mustache attached, “seems he found his look early… now I never know why he went with the look, but he likes it, I s’pose. But he’s so handsome without.”

You hum indecisively as you watch her flip through the pictures. You peek over at her, her cheeks round as she smiles at her son’s likeness. You feel better to know she’ll be around. She’s got all the love you feel like you’re missing. She’ll make up for what you can’t give.

“I hated that suit,” Lloyd’s voice startles you as he bends over the back of the couch, peering down at the image of his in a too tight three-piece. Likely a borrowed outfit from Harlan that was too slender for his growing adolescent figure, “ma, why you gotta show her all this?”

“You were a good kid once, ya know, Mar?” She twists her head around and reaches you pinch his cheek.

He grumbles and his eyes nearly roll back. He stops himself and kisses his mother’s temple, “thanks for comin’, ma.”

“Yes, yes,” she turns and puts the tablet down, “you should be thankin’ me, boy,” she stands and puts her hands on her wide hips as she faces him, “we gotta find some paints for the nursery. And a crib, change table, a nice cozy rockin’ chair for mama, and let me tell you, you’ll be changin’ the little darlin’ too, so you start practicing–”

“Ma,” Lloyd crosses his arms, “are you done?”

“No, not even close. This is real, Marion, you can’t just throw money at a child,” she tuts as she marches around the couch, “or me.” She points her long nail under his chin, a comical vision as she’s at least a foot shorter, “I ain’t goin’ nowhere til you get it sorted. And start treatin’ your babe the way she deserves.” 

She pokes his chest harshly then grabs him by the front of his shirt. She pulls him down and whispers in his ear, a scratchy hiss you can’t decipher. Lloyd’s nostrils flare and she lets him go. He stands and lets out a long sigh that shows in his chest.

He slinks towards you, shoulders slumped, and chews his lip. He looks at his mother as she remains behind the couch, glaring at him. He juts his chin out and slowly lets himself down to his knees before you. His eyes meet yours, your forehead lined with confusion as he takes your hand in his.

“I’m sorry,” he says bluntly. Dottie growls, a warning. He nods and his cheek twitches, “Peaches, look, I’m… a jackass and I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have… chased you out and I should’ve stayed at the hospital. You don’t deserve that–” his words are stunted as he peeks over you at his mother, “and I… I’m very sorry.”

He leans forward, making you flinch, as he kisses your cheek, “please forgive me.”

“Nah, don’t,” Dottie steps forward and claps her hand on the back of the couch, “he ain’t earned it yet, but it’s a start.”

You stare at Lloyd, barely able to keep a triumphant smile from dimpling your cheeks. His blue eyes spark and you sense the threat in his grip. Don’t enjoy it too much. Still, it feels good to have some back up.

“I appreciate the apology,” you let the smile break through, “I’ll think about it.”

“Good girl,” Dottie praises, “son, you could work on that a bit longer.”

“Wha–” Lloyd lets you go and stands, “I said sorry–”

“You needa think,” she points to her own head, “I’m a bout to send ya to your room like the child you’re bein’.”

“Ma’s right, boy,” Harlan says without looking away from the television, “lady deserves better than you.”

“Huh, you–” Lloyd sputters, “this isn’t fair. It’s three against one.”

“It’s right against wrong,” Harlan retorts coolly, not missing a beat, “you know you done wrong and you gotta take the flak.”

Lloyd scowls and crosses his arms like a spoiled child. He pouts in his mother’s direction as she smirks at him. She nears him slowly and pats his chest gently, “now, I’m gonna need a budget for the nursery, and your card.”

Lloyd stares at her and drops his arms, easing his stature as he reaches back into his pants pocket. He slides out his wallet and pulls out the gold card. Dottie flicks her fingers at him and grabs the wallet herself, wiggling out the black one. He doesn’t stop her as she shoves the leather back into his hands.

“We’ll go tomorrow when mama is feelin’ better,” she declares as she tucks the card into her bra, “I’m sure she could use some time outside, and away from you.”

“Ma,” Lloyd whines.

“Don’t ma me,” she warns as she comes back to you and plucks a chip up from the tray, “you can do me a favour by clearin’ out the room next to the master. That’s the one.”

“My office?” He stammers.

“You got a dozen more rooms,” she chides, “now be a doll and go make yourself useful. You got strong arms, you can manage.”

He huffs as you try not to gloat. You watch the television as his silhouette slumps away, dragging his feet out of the room. Dottie chuckles through her mouthful, “He always was a drama queen.”

#unexpected #lloyd hansen #dark lloyd hansen #dark!lloyd hansen #lloyd hansen x reader #drabble #dark drabble #dark!drabble #series #the gray man #dottie only knows how to use tiktok and has a huge following lmao

[deathofpeaceofmiiind]

high infidelity | twenty three

How’d we end up on the floor anyway? You say, your roommates cheap ass screw top rose, that’s how. We pulled up to Noah’s house and my eyes widened at the sight of it, it was beautiful. I didn’t want to creep him out and ask him if he moved but this definitely wasn’t the house he had during his twitch days. It was a bungalow hidden between a few palm trees and various plants, it had a perfect Californian vibe to it. He led me inside and my breath was taken away again, it had floor to ceiling windows that had a perfect view of the LA skyline, and open concept where his kitchen, living room and dining room blended together. I looked outside and saw he had a small in ground pool as well with an egg chair beside it, I always wanted one of those.

“Well, what do you think?” “Noah this is…wow.” I was speechless. Noah passed me a glass of wine as I admired his home like it was the Sistine chapel. “I wouldn’t give this up for Vancouver.” “Ah, it’s just a house.” He said taking a sip of his wine, “By the way, this is Jesse’s wine, don’t say anything to him.” I nodded as I brought the glass to my lips, realizing it was a sweet rose. My eyes wondered around more, I saw his vinyl collection and I immediately went over to it. I shook my head in amazement, he really knew how to keep me guessing. He had Taylor Swift’s entire discography, along with her re-records, all organized by release date. I really adored his taste in music since he didn’t stick to one genre, there was a mixture of everything in his collection.

“Big Taylor Swift fan?” I joked as I grabbed Midnights and put it in his record player. Lavender haze filled the room as I walked over back over to him. “She’s been such a huge inspiration for me. Evermore got me through so much during the pandemic.” His voice trailed off, as if there was something that happened to him during that time. I didn’t want to dig, I knew if he wanted to say something he would. “Good choice, by the way. This is my favourite opening track for an album, ever.”

“It’s so good.” I agreed as I took another sip of my wine. My eyes followed Noah as he pulled out his iPad and started typing away on it. I watched him intently, his fingers moving so swiftly, his eyes full of concentration…he did everything with such intensity, it turned me on with no effort. “I ordered from my favourite restaurant, it should be here in half an hour. I figured since it was so late we could just spend time here and I’ll take you out tomorrow.” “That sounds great.” I replied. Noah walked around the kitchen island towards me, he offered me his hand and guided me to the couch. Everything felt so romantic, he had his lighting set to a soft glow, had candles burning and put his faux fireplace on. I was curious as to what his intentions were.

“Can I ask you something?” I said now that I had a little bit of liquid courage in my system. “Why are you so hesitant to have sex with me?”

Noah sighed and put his wine glass down. “El, it’s not like I don’t want to, trust me I do. Sex has become something I take seriously now. During the pandemic when my depression hit an all time low, I was drinking so much and I used to have these girls I’d call, they’d drop everything and come over so I could fuck them to forget my problems. I had no attachment to them whatsoever and I would kick them out the second I got what I wanted. All of it left me so empty and I stopped having sex all together for a long time. Then I met you and I knew I wanted to be with you in that way, my anxiety made me feel like my old habits would come back.” He paused and I could see tears flickering in his eyes. “I just love you so much sometimes it scares me, I want to do everything right with you.”

“I love you too Noah and I know you well enough to know you wouldn’t treat me like that. I’m sorry that you went through such a dark time. I’m also sorry that I was selfish and thought maybe it was something I did.”

“You’ve done nothing wrong at all. You’ve been so patient and kind with me, I don’t deserve you.” Noah replied with a sad tone, some days this mans emotions went deeper than I expected but if anything it made me love him more. He wasn’t ashamed to show them.

I cupped his face in my hand, catching the tear that escaped him. “I think you got it wrong, I don’t deserve you.”

He softly smiled at me as he poured me another glass of wine. The more the night went on the more bottles of wine we emptied. We ended up on the floor of his living room after dinner, listening to records, laughing about nothing and enjoying each other’s company. 

“You’re the greatest thing to ever happen to me you know that?” Noah drunkenly whispered as he crept up to me. I could taste his breath on me, it was sweet and strong. I watched him as his eyes focused on my lips, licking his own in the process. My heart was beating so fast and my eyes started to lose focus, I felt like maybe this was it. His lips crashed into me and I held onto the collar of his shirt as the kiss deepened. He pulled me onto his lap as he rested his back on the couch. He ripped my shirt off me and trailed kisses all over my shoulder, my collarbone and bit gently on the top of my breasts. I felt Noah growing harder under me as he took my bra off and let it cascade down my arms, completely exposing me. 

“So, so fucking beautiful.” He exhaled as he caressed my breasts, tracing circles around my nipples. I was in complete bliss, every single one of his touches sent fireworks off in my mind.

Noah held the back of my neck as he gently laid me down on the carpet, he disappeared for a moment but suddenly he was towering over me. My breath hitched when I felt something cold pooling on my stomach between Noah’s lips. He had an ice cube in his mouth and was trailing it all over my body, making me squirm. When it finally melted, he undid my pants and slid them down my legs, along with my underwear. Noah’s tongue hit my clit, it was frozen solid as he flicked it back and forth. I knew I was done for as my toes curled into the carpet. 

“You respond so well to my touch, you have no idea how fucking hard that makes me.” He looked up at me, grinning like a devil between my hips. He spat onto his fingers before sliding them in me, making me arch my back. His hand pressed on my lower abdomen as he hooked his fingers inside me, throwing me over the edge. “Come for me, I know you want to.”

“Noah - “ I couldn’t hold it, I screamed out in ecstasy as my body shuddered from my orgasm. He left me panting and seeing stars for a brief moment, but he didn’t give me much time to recover. He just looked at me like he was about to show me no mercy.

“I can’t wait anymore baby…I need to fuck you now.”

“I’m all yours.” I breathed out. I helped him get undressed as he closed his eyes before making a home between my thighs. He leaned over and gently kissed me, twitching as I stroked his throbbing cock. He deeply sighed with relief as soon as he was fully in me, his eyes glazed with pleasure as I wrapped around him. He started off slowly but picked up the pace rapidly, gripping into my hips to get deeper in me. Our bodies glistened with sweat, our sighs were so heavy and my body was shivering as my orgasm flooded me countless times.

“Jesus fucking Christ, you feel so good baby.” he moaned into my ear as he clasped my wrists over my head. “I don’t think I can hold on anymore.”

“Then don’t.” I whispered, his face was mere inches from mine as his hair brushed my face. He gently nodded and started to thrust into me harder, making me gasp each time. Our eyes stayed locked before he couldn’t focus anymore. Noah crashed his forehead into my shoulder as he spilled into me, letting out the most ungodly moan in my ear. My god that was worth the wait. 

#noah sebastian #fanfic #bad omens

[thelittlemermage]

Actually, I do completely understand how and why Gen Z came to feel the way they do about internet/fandom culture. I just think their solution to fixing the issue is misguided and more reactionary than solution-oriented based on personal trauma. The open internet and fandom culture itself was never built for small children to be able to safely wander around in. There were specific spaces for children like Neopets, Disney.com games, stuff like that. You wouldn’t have a little kid on social media. There was no social media. You’d have forums and myspace at best. Youtube was literally built because the creator wanted to show an uncensored nip slip. So the idea of protecting children was not a necessity because children were not online yet in the way adults or older teenagers were online.

What happened was technology progresses at and extremely fast rate. Faster than you can move around content on the internet or develop a different culture where kids are expected to just be around. And this unfortunately happened alongside child-friendly sites being eliminated. I’d say even with those sites tho, no one should have ever been giving two year olds ipads with unrestricted internet access. None of these kids should have been in the position to be able to come across fandom porn without their parents noticing. That’s crazy to me. My parents would check what sites I was visiting on our family computer. I think these kids were failed by ignorant parents and just...our ability to create technology faster than we know what to do with it. I think it’s horrifying we have a generation of kids who were all exposed to porn at a young age. I think a lot of things they say and do are because it fucked up their view of sex. And that’s not their fault, but I think a lot of young adults probably need to be in therapy about it and idk if they’re aware. Attacking art on the internet can’t heal your inner child. But I’m getting ahead of things.

I think we can all agree a lot of shit came to a head with MLP fandom. Those guys generated an unprecedented amount of porn, even for fandom. And this was also at a time when a lot of kids were now online and looking up their favorite shows. I don’t think there could be worse timing for anything. I don’t even want to say MLP fandom was all bad, a lot of them dedicated time to rounding up nsfw images that show up in google search and reporting it. But it was definitely a huge shitshow that I think molded a lot of people’s ideas of cartoon porn on the internet.

I still find the idea of a “kid’s fandom” oxymoronic because until recently a fandom for any cartoon would not be a “kid’s fandom”. It would be a fandom of adults and teens talking about a show that as aimed at kids, but no one would find that particularly relevant. Because the people present were not young kids. Animaniacs was actually one of the first big fandoms on the internet and it was big with college students. (Btw I feel like someone is going to purposefully start something because I keep referring to kids and teens separately. This is because there is obviously a huge difference developmentally in what content say a 7 year old and a 17 year old can handle. Whether or not a 17 year old should look at adult content, it’s not going to fuck them up the way it would a prepubescent child. I think that’s obvious. Trust and believe I’d look at a lot of shit I wasn’t supposed to as a teen and that was a purposeful choice on my part. I don’t have any particular regrets about this and I don’t feel any disgust towards sexual content, nor did I at the time. But if I was a little kid and it was being shoved in my face at random, I imagine I’d have to shit to work through. So for clarity, that’s what I mean.) I think fandom in the current year would look at something like patb fandom and be like “yea, a kid’s show for kids. It’s a kid fandom.” Maybe it would be currently, idk, but until now everyone here was in their 20′s and 30′s because it’s a show from the 90′s. So I do think there’s a culture gap in the understanding of what a fandom even looks like.

Ultimately tho, and this is my opinion based on living through all of it so far, I don’t think the problem is with the type of content people make. Frankly, having grown up in a time when every other fic was untagged noncon (because believe it or not, it’s a very common fetish and I promise that has not changed as much as people act shocked and outraged by it now. The same amount of people are still into it. They’re just in an environment where all their friends would come after them if they knew and they aren’t stupid. So they join in attacking others, but just know a lot of your friends do read it on the side, regardless of what they say publicly. 🤷‍♀️I see those kudos.) and I’ve never been as disgusted and genuinely distressed by that as I have with how real living people are treated in fandom today. It makes me sick to my stomach the things people do to each other. Fanfic and fanart have NEVER triggered me. This shit does. That CANNOT be the solution. It’s an impossible fight to begin with to eliminate everything you don’t like from fandom. And really things have come a long way with tagging believe it or not. I can avoid things like never before. So actually going out of your way to attack something you don’t NEED to look at just because it exists is just stupid to me. I’m not sure how purposefully looking at stuff you hate actually helps you with not seeing the things you hate. People obviously won’t agree with me, but I don’t think your art defines your morals. Art can be/mean anything, and I don’t personally want to live in a world that dictates “immoral” art as illegal because it’s obvious where that sort of thing can lead and it’s not pretty. (I do not necessarily agree with everything people make. I just think censorship is ultimately worse like...as far as real world ramifications go.) What you do to other people determines what kind of person you are. It’s weird this is even an unpopular opinion, but it is. You can treat others like absolute trash and still be seen as a good person so long as they “deserved it” for making The Wrong Kind Of Art. Which varies depending on which fandom you’re in anyway. And I really can’t get behind hurting people for reasons that are often so arbitrary to me.

I think the issue is just. The internet exists and kids are on it and there’s no place for them. And I really don’t know what the solution for that is. Because fandom aside, the internet is the internet. There are random porn ads on any given site, tiktok can lead you down an alt right rabbit hole in a matter of hours, twitter is....twitter lol. It’s a hostile environment for anyone these days tbh. I don’t think kids should be exposed to any of that. I think childhood is shrinking in our culture. Kids don’t have a tween phase anymore. It’s like you’re a kid and then you’re expected to look and act like a mini adult. It’s sad to me. I think that’s why a lot of people want to recapture some type of innocence and childhood. You were pushed out of it way too fast. There’s some state I think that was proposing children be banned from the internet until they’re 18. While that would be cool for me, I think that’s dangerous in a different way given how a lot of extreme alt right parents are starting to homeschool their kids. I think it’s more about putting a stopper on information than about protecting kids. And I think this would have a devastating effect on queer kids in particular. So idk. There has to be something in between we can do.

More than anything I wish we could all work together to try to fix this because I don’t think people WANT to see kids get hurt. We’re all on the same side at the end of the day. But I think the environment is too hostile to actually achieve anything useful atm. 🤷‍♀️I think that sucks. I’d love for fandom to be a fun and close-knit community again. It’s something that always meant a lot to me growing up and I think it’s sad people can no longer have what I had. But I don’t see that happening anytime soon.

#these aren't in any way fighting words lol #I think it's a really important conversation and I do wish more people were having it #even if you disagree with me #tho tbh I doubt anyone who generally disagrees with me will be reading all that lol #people do not like when I get all wordy :p #Kind of funny imo. But I have a lot of thoughts on things so 🤷‍♀️ #if any of you can be polite tho I do encourage conversation #generally I think people just fundamentally misunderstand each other

[les-pompiers118]

Doing the math

Buddie | 1887 words | rated T (for mentions of sex) | 6x13 coda

Also on AO3 here

Eddie arrives at Buck’s place later than he thought he would (there was construction on Wilshire) and is disappointed to find he missed all the fun. And by fun, he means chaos.

The kitchen is all tidied up and the apartment is strangely quiet. Honestly, Eddie was kind of expecting a baking day crime scene, but there’s not a splash of flour or dirty mixing bowl to be seen. The only evidence of Christopher and Buck’s efforts are the cooling racks of chocolate chip cookies covering the island—the entire island. Did they mean to make so many? There are enough cookies for the whole school, by the looks of it.

Eddie pops the six-pack he picked up into the fridge, lamenting that he missed his favorite parts of the endeavor: the frantic searches for a misplaced spatula or ingredient every two minutes, Chris’ infectious giggles, Buck’s constant chatter as he measures and stirs. Eddie has never known anyone who likes to talk while he cooks as much as Buck does. Somehow, he always manages to juggle a conversation with whatever he’s doing with his hands. Eddie finds it kind of mesmerizing.

Buck’s already out on the balcony, starting the steaks. Eddie spotted him the moment he opened the door, because his eyes just do that now, apparently. He has his back to the kitchen, his broad shoulders moving beneath the tight, gray sweater he’s wearing (so tight!) as he gets the grill ready. It’s only been a few days since Eddie and Christopher were last here, but Buck insisted. Eddie was not to be trusted with such beautiful steaks, he was told. It was also implied that his job might be at stake (very funny, Buck, another steak pun) if word got back to Bobby that Eddie had overcooked them.

Eddie didn’t argue, especially when Buck offered to make cookies with Christopher while Eddie was at his dentist appointment. Two birds with one stone, and all that. It definitely had nothing to do with the way that Eddie seems to miss Buck more than he used to whenever they’re apart these days. Or the new ache in his chest, both painful and sweet, since Buck was struck by lightning.

Definitely not.

Beer in hand, Eddie finds Christopher tucked into the armchair in the living room, ipad in his lap and oblivious to his dad’s arrival. He doesn’t bother sitting down himself. How the hell Buck’s mom discovered the most uncomfortable couch in Los Angeles is beyond Eddie. She must have found it online and chose it purely for its appearance, without any thought for the person who’d be sitting on it every day. Of course she wouldn’t know that Buck can binge five straight hours of documentaries about tornadoes or mining disasters or God knows what else. She wouldn’t know that he likes to nap here on his days off, usually with the TV on in the background so it’s not too quiet. Really, Eddie could have picked out a better couch for Buck with his goddamn eyes closed. Too late now.

“Hey, buddy,” he says to Christopher to get his attention. “Um, did you guys mean to make so many cookies?”

“Buck decided to make a triple batch,” Chris replies without looking up, “but then he switched to a different recipe that didn’t use metric and he didn’t notice that it makes twice as many cookies as my recipe. He said you guys can take the extras to work.”

“I’m sure they’ll be devoured there. Everyone loves chocolate chip cookies, right?”

“Yup.”

“Are you getting hungry?”

“A little.”

“Okay, how many cookies did you eat?” Eddie asks suspiciously.

At last, Christopher grins up at him and sings out, “Not as many as Buck did!”

“That’s actually not reassuring at all,” Eddie laughs. “I’m gonna go check on dinner.”

Buck greets Eddie with a distracted “Hey” as he scrolls through a text message, smiling. Eddie can’t help making a tiny scoff of irritation.

“How many?” he demands. “Roughly.”

Buck looks up with a confused frown. “What, cookies?”

“No, women.” Eddie points at the phone. “I assume you’re still tracking them all down.”

“Well, not all of them. That would take weeks. Hundreds, probably, to answer your question.”

“Seriously?”

“I’m not bragging,” Buck says earnestly, then lowers his voice. “Buck 1.0 was pretty fucked up and it was the only coping mechanism I had for about five or six years of my life.”

“Jesus. Hey, I’m not judging,” Eddie assures him quickly. “That’s just… a lot of women.”

Buck smirks. “A lot of satisfied women, according to the feedback I’m getting.”

“All right, now you’re bragging.”

“Maybe a little.”

Eddie’s mind unhelpfully conjures an image of a happy, sated, sweaty (and very naked) Buck with some faceless woman, then multiplies it by hundreds. Ugh, no. He desperately wants to ask if it was only women, but it probably isn’t cool to put Buck on the spot like that, even jokingly. And Eddie might just die right here on this balcony if the answer is no, because there’s no way he could disguise his reaction.

Okay, time to stop thinking about this.

Eddie takes a long sip of his beer and turns to look out over the railing. Nothing but blue skies now, like all the storms and atmospheric rivers over the winter never happened. Just as Buck’s laying the steaks on the grill like a bolt didn’t reach down from the sky and try to snatch him away from Eddie and everyone else who loves him. But the signs of both are still there, in the form of fallen trees and sinkholes roped off by caution tape and Buck’s inexplicable new math skills (which is so fucking sexy that nobody could blame Eddie for finding new ways for Buck to use them, right?).

Once the steaks are arranged on the grill to his satisfaction, Buck joins Eddie at the railing and nudges him with an elbow.

“So, how many for you?”

Eddie shakes his head and keeps his eyes on the view. “Let’s just say I don’t need to use all my fingers to count them, and leave it at that.”

Actually, he would only need one hand to count them, even if he included the awkward backseat handjob that definitely wasn’t… mutually enjoyable. Now there’s someone Eddie never wants to look in the eye again. Melanie, his senior year of high school. He shudders just thinking about it.

“Really?” Buck asks, squinting at him.

“Strict Catholic upbringing, remember? And then I knocked up my girlfriend and married her at the ripe old age of twenty-three.”

“Right.” Buck twists around to check on Christopher before asking, “So, have you thought about trying again?”

Nearly choking on his mouthful of beer, Eddie croaks, “Which part? The sex or the marrying?”

“Dating.”

“Oh. I hadn’t really thought about it lately. Maybe.”

It’s the only answer Eddie can give that won’t back him into a corner. If he says yes, word will get out around the 118 and before he knows it, he’ll find himself set up with someone’s chiropractor or neighbor or (God forbid) their kid’s teacher. Or he’ll have to listen to a hundred cautionary tales about dating app calamities. Or Buck will ask what Eddie’s type is and he can’t imagine anything more mortifying right now.

On the other hand, if Eddie says no, Buck might expect an explanation. And that’s a no-go, too, unless he wants to lie through his damn teeth. 

Thankfully, Buck decides it’s time to check the steaks. Or maybe he noticed Eddie’s sudden death grip on his beer bottle and took the hint that he doesn’t want to talk about it. Anyway, Eddie is doubly saved by Christopher calling from the living room that the oven timer is beeping.

“Baked potatoes,” Buck explains distractedly as he looks around the grill for something. The tongs, presumably. Eddie reaches around him to lift the empty paper wrappers left from the steaks. “Ah, ha! Thanks. Could you grab the potatoes?”

“Gladly,” Eddie says a little too eagerly.

“Just pile them on a plate,” Buck calls over his shoulder as Eddie’s going through the door.

When that’s done, Eddie sets the table and shoos Christopher into the bathroom to wash his hands. A moment later, Buck arrives and sets the platter of steak in the middle of the table with a proud flourish.

“Just look at those! I’m gonna make a quick salad while the meat rests.” Buck pauses to give Eddie a concerned look. “You all right? You seem like you have something on your mind.”

Eddie shrugs and straightens the fork next to Christopher’s plate. “Just a long day.”

“Oh, okay,” Buck says. He takes a half step towards the kitchen, then stops again. “If you and Chris want to go home right after dinner, I’ll understand. I know that two nights in one week is a lot.”

“No, it isn’t. It isn’t,” Eddie insists when Buck looks doubtful. “If we weren’t at your house, I’m sure you’d be at ours. And besides, I don’t think you guys could make this many cookies in my small kitchen, so it all worked out perfectly as far as I’m concerned.”

Buck ducks his chin sheepishly. “For someone who’s suddenly great at math, I kinda messed up with my calculations, huh?”

“No one’s complaining, trust me. How many cookies per kid would it work out to be, anyway?” Eddie asks, looking to distract Buck from any more questions about what’s going on in his head.

“If Chris took all 152 of them?”

“Uh, huh—assuming you already subtracted the ones you and Chris ate from that number. Twenty-seven kids plus two teachers.”

“That’s 5.241 cookies per person,” Buck answers with a snap of his fingers. “Still pretty impressive, huh?”

“Sure. I mean, it’s not woodworking, but…”

“Hey! It was the first thing that popped into my head! I didn’t expect Willliams to figure it out so fast.”

Chris emerges from the bathroom and Buck proceeds to the kitchen, setting his hand on the middle of Eddie’s back as he passes. The touch feels hot through the fabric of Eddie’s t-shirt… electric. Does Buck notice it, too? He meets Eddie’s gaze with a soft smile.

Figuring he’s filled his quota of more-than-friendly thoughts about Buck for one day, Eddie turns his attention to Christopher, who oohs and ahs over the steaks. Buck tells them about his first cooking lessons with Bobby while he makes the salad, and then there’s a last-minute search through the fridge for butter for the potatoes. 

Finally, they sit down, all at one end of Buck’s long dining table just as the light is starting to fade from the sky. It’s a delicious meal on an ordinary Tuesday night, but it’s more than that, too.

It’s passing things across the table without needing to be asked.

It’s the amused glances exchanged at the random thoughts of a twelve-year-old.

It’s three people who mean the world to each other, who can’t imagine anywhere else they’d rather be.

It could be wishful thinking, but Eddie gets the feeling that it all adds up to something more. Maybe he just needs to wait for Buck to do the math and figure it out for himself.

#911 #buddie #buddie fic #my writing #6x13 coda #6x13 spoilers #eddie diaz #evan buckley #christopher diaz

[sd-fantasies]

Greg Part 2

The next morning when I opened my eyes. My face was smiling. I had never slept so deep. I felt like a new, stronger person. No longer a 22 year old boy but a man. Dad's seed had reinvigorated me. When I looked to my left I noticed that he was awake and watching me. We both smiled. He moved on top of me on his knees and hands. We started kissing again. I felt light touches of his cock against mine. We could have continued the whole day. Just kissing.

But I had to catch my flight. I could not resist to put on his dirty briefs. A sweet reminder of a wonderful weekend. Dad brought me to the airport. We kissed goodbye in his car. The first time outside the safe walls of his apartment. It felt almost dangerous. But I was reborn. He had injected me with new life. After a long kiss I grabbed my bag and walked inside the departure hall.

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The next few months we had sex regularly. Most of the time at his place. Sometimes he would come to my place. We both were happy with just the sex. We agreed that a relationship was not what we wanted.

One weekday I was horny and went online. Somehow I stumbled upon a site for dads, sons and brothers. This is where I met Ron. A 24 year old guy. Nice stats. Nice pics. I was hesitant in the beginning. But I felt the need to talk to someone about my sexual relationship with my own dad. Ron was in a different situation. He had a twin brother Chris. And since a few years they had sex. They did not live together but both of them lived in P. I often walked through the parc adjacent to their neighbourhood when I was at dad's place. After a long chat we exchanged phone numbers. I was not sure what it would lead up to. It was at least liberating to be able to talk to someone in a similar situation. The next weekend I was at my dads place. Early saturday evening I saw a message from Ron. I had told him I would be in P. during the weekend.

《Hi Greg, my brother is at my place. Are you at your dad's? Feel like a video call the four of us?》

I had told dad about my chat with Ron earlier in the week. So I asked him if he was up for it. He is always open to meeting new people. He was fine with it. So I texted Ron.

《Sure. How about in 15 minutes?》

We were in front of my ipad when Ron called. What I saw was even better than in the pics he shared during the chat. They were clearly identical twins. An amazing site. We talked general stuff. About jobs. Ron was a car mechanic. Chris an electronics engineer. We talked about the situation we were in and how difficult it was to share it with anybody. After 30 minutes or so Chris said why don't you two come over to Ron's place this evening. We are only 20 minutes away. I looked at dad. He was ok with the plan. We agreed to meet at 21:00. After we finished the chat we had a quick shower and walked over to Ron's place.

Ron opened the door with his chest bare. Nice treasure trail. Butch. But not too much. When we entered the livingroom Chris walked up to us. Yes, they were almost identical! Dad and I liked what we saw on screen. But it was even better in real.

"Well we both liked what we saw." Ron started. "But also Chris and I felt the need to get to know men in a similar situation. Men that we can trust. And who are open minded."

"Yes, it is good to meet other men and share this unique experience so few agree on. Or regard as ok." Dad said.

"Our parents are not even aware of it. So you are the first we talk to." Ron said.

"We are in the same situation. You are the first we tell about it." I said after which I put my hand on dad's leg.

We talked a bit more about it. Then something wonderful happened. Ron and Chris started making out. I was hard immediately. It was such a hot scene. After a few minutes they looked at us. Smiling. This was the cue for us to make out as well. Being watched by Ron and Chris while I was kissing dad felt so liberating. As if we needed aapproval.

While Ron was lighting some candles he said:

"How do you guys feel about undressing. Than we will see what happens."

And so we undressed. Candles flickering. I could see them reflecting in the chrome around Ron's cock.

"Better explain." said Chris while he put his hand on the cage. "Ron is in chastity since a year or so. He is very much a top. Like myself. So we found out on the internet that chastity can change that."

"It has made me a different person. Very sensitive.” Ron said. “Full of energy. Horny aĺl the time. Since my cock is locked I go to the gym a lot just to get rid of all that energy. I am even able to orgasm without ejaculating these days. Deeper than a traditional orgasm."

It was interesting to see a guy so butch, so muscular in chastity.

"I keep the key. It is in my apartment even now, so we cannot unlock him. Every week we take it off for cleaning. But while doing that Ron is hand cuffed so he cannot touch his cock. He is now rewired, his hole is his only sex organ. With an Njoy pure wand I milk his prostate so semen is released every week or so. Also after taking the cage off him he becomes rock hard. Only by milking him he becomes flaccid and I can put his cage back on again."

Then he said:

“We fantasized about being watched. But never dared too ask anyone. If we would have pretended to be friends nobody would have believed us. We are just too identical. Which was another reason why we wanted to date with you. With men who understand and who know what it feels like.”

While Chris was talking my eyes locked with Ron. There was something about him. Although they were quite identical I felt an animal like attraction to Ron. I took a step forward and put my arm around him. Our eyes still locked. His blue eyes were transluscent. Our mouths opened and our tongues intertwined. I could feel dad and Chris standing around us. Almost like a sacred gathering. Their hands over our bodies. Encouraging us.

We moved over to the bedroom. Ron was now on his knees and hands. I opened his buttocks revealing the most beautiful puckered hole. A slightly hairy crack. Sheer perfection. Just touching him there with the tip of my tongue made him twitch and moan with pleasure. God this was heaven. Moving my hands over his tanned hairy inner thighs. I was now sliding my tongue deeper inside him. When I tasted Ron so intimately I knew he was mine. It was like coming home. Like I had been searching for this my whole life. In a mirror I saw dad and Chris making out. Ron moved over on his back. Begging me to fuck him. I looked into his blue eyes. Even before entering him he seemed in a deep state of orgasm. He was craving for my cock to enter him. I did not even have to push my cock inside. It was as if Ron bloomed for me. He opened up literally. While I was inside him Chris started kissing his brother. Dad was behind me. I could feel his hands on my back. I did not move. I just wanted to be one with Ron. Inside him. As if my cock had found its home. I could now feel dad's tongue rimming me. His hand cupping my balls. When Chris moved over he whispered in my ear.

"Fuck him deep. Seed him. Give him what he needs."

I was now thrusting. Deeper and harder. My head moving closer to Ron. I had to kiss him while fucking. When our tongues made out I stopped thrusting. I felt Chris hands stroking my hair. I looked deep into Ron's eyes. Everything stood still. Ron's eyes begged me. Without doing anything I came. A warm flow of cum was released inside him. Ron's eyes did all the talking. His begging look was replaced by the most sexy smile. It was a spiritual moment with Chris and dad watching us. Ron held my hand when he asked my dad:

“I want you to fuck me while your son’s cum is still inside me.”

Dad was rock hard. I put lube on my hands and lubed his cock. I guided his cock to Ron’s puckered hole like a farmer helps a stallion to penetrate a mare. When the head of dad’s cock touched the entry to his innersanctum Ron opened up. Some of my cum still dripping from his hole. With gentle thrusts dad started fucking Ron. I stood behind them so I had a close-up view. I saw dad's balls touching Ron's perennium. His thick cock sliding in and out. Slowly. Just the idea made me so horny, my dad was cumming where I had injected my load. I loved to see him thrusting in slow motion. I put one hand on his perennium. I knew he was not far off the point of cumming. When he finally came my fingers felt those wonderful pulsating involuntary contractions. Dad pumping his seed in Ron. When he slid out of Ron I could not resist licking Ron's hole. As soon as my tongue touched him he started to relax. A stream of cum flowed out of him. A mixture of dad's and my own semen. The taste that I knew so well by now.

It was now Chris’ turn. I saw a thick thread of precum hanging from his cock.

It was wonderful to see him slowly penetrating his brother. Two identical studs. God, this was the hottest thing I had ever seen. Their faces close. Smiling. You could feel their deep love for each other. Ron looked at me. He was in a trance. His eyes yearning. What a site to see these twins riding. I looked at his caged cock. Dripping with precum. Both moaned like animals when Chris finally came. Dad was standing behind me with his hands lovingly wrapped around me. I felt his cock hardening while watching. For a moment we were all quiet.

After we had a shower we went back to the living room. None of us bothered to put briefs on. Me and dad already semi hard again. The candles were still burning. The mood was erotic. Peaceful. We all agreed it was a really hot encounter and that we should do it again. After we finished our beers we said goodbye. Dad and I walked home through the parc. Talked a bit about the amazing sex we had. At home we undressed and went to bed straight away. It was after midnight. After we kissed passionately I slept like a log.

End of Greg part 2

Check out part 3: Greg and Ron

#gay story #SD fantasies

[ace-angel-judas]

Surprise Confessions

Pairing: Yoongi/Estelle

Series: BTS Girlfriends

Genre: SMUT

Synopsis: Yoongi is very blunt..

The schedule in front of Estelle made no sense to her, brows furrowed together as she tried to make sense of the jumbled up squares. She really should not have any time from work, the other assistants made no sense of the schedules.

At the very least, Yoongi’s studio gave her the privacy and comfort to not be interrupted while she was trying to get work done. Estelle turned back to her laptop as she placed down her ipad, typing a quick email before sending it off.

Yoongi glanced at her, looking at the concerned and worried features on her face. She was always stressed whenever she came back from a holiday.

“What is it?” Yoongi asked bluntly.

“The other two assistants have completely screwed the schedule,” Estelle grumbled to herself, “Grace is very particular in the way things get done and they don’t understand that,”

Yoongi chuckled, “Maybe they don’t know how to do it because you always do it, you never tale breaks,”

“I just.. don’t know how to,”

He knew what that was like, sometimes you get so invested in things and it makes things harder to walk away from. It becomes a part of your way of thinking after a while.

“At least stop and have an orgasm or something,” Yoongi shrugged, “It does help,”

“Uh, no, I’m a virgin?” Estelle answered in English before switching back to Korean, “I haven’t had sex before, I haven’t really done any thing,”

Yoongi’s eyebrows raised at the confessions, finally distracted from his work. Something about just knowing that Estelle was untouched, almost completely, had his dick hardening.

“Never?” He questioned further, “What have you done?”

“Kissed?” Estelle shrugged, “I’ve never been naked in front of anyone, never been touched like that by another person, I just never connected with anyone,”

Yoongi almost felt lightheaded by the amount of blood that was rushing to his privates. He could be the first one, he would be the first one.

Softly grasping Estelle’s hand, Yoongi tugged her towards the couch he was sitting on. She looked up from her paper, an innocent look on his face.

“Do you trust me?” Yoongi asked.

“Yes?” Estelle tilted her head to the side.

He turned her to face away from him, hands already brushing up her skirt and trailing along her soft, warm thighs. Even just seeing the exposed skin had his cock aching.

His fingers hooked around the band of her underwear and pulled them down, Estelle startled slightly but she didn’t shy away.

“Is this alright, kitten?” He whispered.

“Yes..,” Estelle whispered.

The look of the plain blue panties had him smirking as they dropped to the floor. They just matched what he imagined she’d wear, nothing provocative or sexual yet still cute.

Yoongi’s hands worked on freeing his own self, belt coming undone and zipped sliding down as he was all too eager to pull his cock from its confines. The cool air of the studio made him twitch slightly.

He spat into his hand before spreading the saliva over his aching cock and stroking it a few times. Estelle shifted on her feet slightly before Yoongi roughing grabbed her hips, pulling up her skirt.

“Like I said before, do you trust me, kitten?” Yoongi purred.

“Yes?” Estelle glanced over her shoulder, “Yoongi-“

Her voice was lost as she was guided down onto his cock. A gentle moan left her lips as the hot member was pressed into her heat, stretching her and filling her.

Yoongi let out a strangled breath, arms wrapping themselves snuggly around her waist and face pressed into the back of her neck. Estelle’s legs were spread by his own, she could feel the pulse of his cock in her heat.

“Y-Yoongi..,” Estelle whined.

“I have to have you..,” He whispered as he kissed her neck, “Had to make sure I was the first,”

There was the Yoongi she knew. Possessive and demanding in the best kind of way.

“D-do I move..?” Estelle asked in a deep breath.

“No..,” Yoongi groaned, “Just stay on my dick, let your pussy remember it’s shape,”

Estelle’s cheeks turned pink, her hands shaking as they rested themselves on top of Yoongi’s. He was never someone who hinted at things, his opinion was always spoken and his words always clear.

#ace: estelle #ace: bts girlfriends

[ticoryblues]

Okaeri BkDk Day 6

Sick day/ Family/ Missed calls

Katsuki sat at the hotel desk and set his iPad up for a video call. Guessing by the amount of missed calls, he wasn’t escaping that easily.

Katsuki was currently overseas for a mission and his husband, the ever dramatic Izuku fell sick the moment Katsuki reached the other end of the world (literally).

Katsuki straightened as the call connected, Izuku’s back greeting him. The green haired man was currently curled up on their bed under a mountain of blankets, booming coughs and dad-sneezes shrieking in Katsuki’s earphones.

“Deku?”

“The number you have dialed is currently—cough— is looking for divorce attorneys.”

Katsuki watched with an amused smile as Izuku’s shoulders convulsed with wracking coughs from straining his throat.

“Deku I’m on a mission here. And it’s two in the morning here.”

“In sickness and— cough — health Kacchan! You vowed!” Izuku sounded miserable, throaty scratchy and dry. He finally turned around to face Katsuki

“Yeah well the villains aren’t too considerate about my marriage vows.”

“Thrash those shitty villains.” Izuku grumbled, rubbing at his red nose.

Katsuki chuckled, “Yes sir. Did the moron come by?”

“Don’t call Todoroki-kun a moron Kacchan. He came by cause you asked him to check on me!”

Katsuki ignored Izuku’s reasonable argument. He had asked the half and half bastard to check in on Izuku and make sure the damned nerd was not dragging himself to work in this state.

As much as it killed his pride to admit, Todoroki was the one person Katsuki would trust to watch his back, second to his husband.

Like family.

But that was a fact he would take with him to the grave.

“Speaking off,” Izuku sniffled, “Todoroki-kun is making soup right now.”

“Good. Now listen you little shit, he’s going to give you a couple of medicines—no arguments Izuku— and shove them down your throat and get some fucking sleep. If I found out you were online scrolling through Pinterest I will make you fucking drink bitter gourd juice when I get back.”

“Virtual Kacchan is also so mean!” Izuku whined, falling into another coughing fit.

“The fuck you mean ‘also’?”

“The soup must be ready.” Izuku changed the topic, head popping out from the blankets.

“I know it won’t be as good as Katsuki’s but I followed his recipe to the last line.” A new voice joined them.

“Oh for fucks sake!” Katsuki ducked below the table. “I don’t want see that bitch’s face.”

Despite what he said, Katsuki had Todoroki on speed dial. He was the one who sent IcyHot to keep an eye on Izuku after all.

“Oh Bakugou! Don’t worry your husband is in great hands. How do you feel, being so far away when Izuku needs you the most?”

If Todoroki hadn’t become a Hero, he would have made an award winning, controversial journalist with his twisted questions and putting words in his mouth.

“Fucking peachy IcyHot.”

“Alright I’ll leave two lovebirds to do your weird phone sex.”

“We do not!”

“Get lost Half and Half!”

Ignoring the two, he scooped up Cracker and her litter box. Todoroki was cat-sitting until Izuku got better and Katsuki came home.

It was just the two of them now.

“Come home Kacchan!” Izuku mumbled miserably.

Katsuki’s heart ached even though he put up a brave front. “Soon nerd. Just a couple more days.”

“Okay.” Izuku sniffled and pouted. “Goodnight Kacchan.”

“Goodnight Izuku.”

Just a couple more days.

—

Katsuki twisted the key slowly, careful not to make any noise. His mission ended early, giving him the perfect chance to surprise his husband.

Setting down the takeout from the diner down the street, he padded into their bedroom.

Izuku was sprawled across the bed, legs sticking out from under the blankets.

Katsuki reached out to brush Izuku’s curls out of his eyes. His forehead was sticky and matted with sweat. Good. It meant his fever was going down.

Izuku stirred in his sleep, blinking slowly. “Kacchan?”

“Tadaima, shitty nerd.” Katsuki whispered in an unbelievably fond tone.

Izuku didn’t bother to greet him, making grabby hands for him. “You’re still sick Izuku.” Katsuki reminded.

Izuku pouted, growling and aggressively emphasising his grabby hands.

And Katsuki has always been weak to the classic Midorya killer secret technique—adorableness.

“Alright. But if I get sick because of you—“

“I’ll take care of Kacchan.” He promised and pulled Katsuki in his arms, smiling widely as he cuddled closer.

Katsuki ran his fingers through Izuku’s hair. “Oh, Okaeri Kacchan. You’re home early?”

Katsuki chuckled. “Now you remember? After getting what you want?”

”Kacchan don’t be mean. I’m sick.”

“Yeah, yeah. Like you said, thrashed those shitty villains quickly and came home quickly.”

“Kacchan, sugoi.” He yawned.

“Yeah. Missed you nerd—Are you wiping your nose on my— don’t get snot on me you little shit!“

#okaeri2022 #domesticbkdkweek #domesticbkdkweek2022 #dkbk #dekubaku #dkkt #dekukatsu #izukatsu #decchan #izkt #bakugou x midoriya #midoriya izuku #bakugou katsuki #boku no hero academia #domestic fluff #married bkdk #deku x kacchan #kacchan #katsuki x izuku

[drkcnry67]

Would you like to make this permanent?

Title: would you like to make this permanent?

Pairing: Jensen x reader

Single parent AU

Spn fluff: engagement

Tags: cock in pussy, demonic possession, exorcism by sex(yes I know it's weird but it fits), devils trap, engagement, kids, etc

Summery: not telling.

Created for @spnfluffbingo

Jensen: look I can't go right now, I can't leave my child here by herself she is only 2... my nanny just quit and so did my assistant I have no one to watch my daughter...

Robert: try the local ads for live in nanny, there's one umm her name is YN I already called her references on your behalf and she says she can start immediately. And she is a beautiful one at that...

Jensen couldn't believe it, his friend was being so helpful right then...

Jensen: thank you Rob, did you send her my address!

Rob: yep, she should almost be there... not to worry buddy I've got your back!

Soon as Jensen hung up the phone he was alerted to the sound of tires on the pavement. He carried his young sleepy daughter to the front door to greet whoever was coming up the walk...

Jensen: can I help you?

Yn: hi I'm yn I was told to come here to start Mt new job, are you Jensen?

Jensen snaps his fingers for the gardeners to help you with your bags... you got to the door and shoke jensens hand.

Jensen: you arrived just in time I know you just got here and are tired of driving and you don't have to, you just have to come with me to the office so I can deal with some stuff. And so we can set you up also as my new assistant.

You were confused...

Yn: I thought I was a live in nanny...

Jensen: dammit rob didn't explain everything did he? Course not okay here's the deal, my last assistant was also my nanny... she watched over my precious little girl, speaking of which this little cutie is Justice Jay, but I call her JJ for short! It's nap time plus she hasn't been sleeping well the last bit...

You strap your purse on your shoulder and recieve JJ in your arms. Her soft snores fill your ears as Jensen grabs some stuff and a backpack and leads you back out of the door.

He has you hand your car keys to the gardeners so they can finish unloading your car and move it into the garage.

You follow Jensen to his car, you lay JJ in her car seat and shut the door. You take a moment to breathe but don't notice Jensen coming up behind you.

Jensen: you okay?

Yn: ya I guess its just how do you know your trusting your assistants position and nanny position to the right person.

Jensen turned you to face him... your eyes glistened with the threat of tears to fall... Jensen wiped your cheek before speaking softly.

Jensen: I have a way with people. A way to see the good, a way to see that no matter what happens this is where you belong.

You touch his arms and feel him tense and hear a low hiss rip from deep in his core.

Yn: what's happening to you?

Jensen: im not sure, your the first girl whose made my inner demons react this way.

Yn: well then we will have to see if they make another appearance... now let's go do what we have to do and come back here so we can talk a bit I think we need to discuss some stuff.

Jensen: yes I think perhaps your right.

The trip to the office was long but once there you sat down to continue to cradle JJ who was still fast asleep.

You signed what you needed to, you clocked in for the time you were in the office, you went where you were supposed to you jotted down notes on an iPad while Jensen met with some people.

You clocked out when Jensen said it was time to go pick up dinner... you guys went back down to the car stopped and picked up Chinese and made a liquor store run to pick up some sweet fruity wine.

Once that was finished and you both were on the road back home, Jensen grabbed your hand and you once more felt him tense as you covered his hand with your other hand.

Yn: don't worry I'll help you, fight the demons I can do this and I promise no one else will ever suffer your fate again.

Jensen: so it is a demonic force...

Yn: yes it is and the reason why it keeps reacting to me is cause I can tell what it is and how it reacts, it's not the first demon I've dealt with.

Jensen just squeezed your hand he knew he was gonna deal with this one way or another.

When you guys pulled up jj woke up for a bit, long enough to have dinner, have a bath, play with you for a bit and then Jensen watched as you sat with her and read her a bedtime story and she fell asleep shortly after the story ended.

Jensen no longer sporting a suit now sporting sweats and a muscle shirt very relaxed comfortable look.

Jensen: I'll pour the wine and meet you in the living room.

Yn: I warn you though this treatment is not gonna be pleasant you and i will have to be alot closer and the demon will try to make you feel it as discomfort and displeasure but dont let it... oh and you might wanna get as comfortable as possible. Oh and grab a few blankets and at least 3 towels!

jensen: but how?

yn: just think about how the demon reacts to skin on skin contact between me and you.

you reach up on your tippy toes and place a kiss to jensens lips. and then you scamper off to your room to prepare. you grabbed the rosery, the holy water, the salt and the the devils trp blnket getting into a tank top and shorts removing your bra cause you didnt want to loose your favorite bra.

you then used your phone to text the maid that you and jensen were gonna be curled up in the living room watchin a movie that the maid had to listen for JJ in the morning she texted back saying that would be okay, she would be delighted to help out...

You had to do it this way, You had no choice but to catch this demon off guard, you had to play the coin... the ace as it were, you and Jensen had feelings for eachother that was certain but how strong were these feelings and would they be powerful enough to catch the demon off guard.

yn: alright are you ready for this...

you say as you enter the living room. you catch jensen now in his boxers and no shirt makes you breathe out small slow breaths.

jensen: you said comfortable... now what do we do with the blankets.

yn: well lets just say the demon is not gonna be happy and we are gonna need to build us a kind of nest...

you look at the pile of stuff jensen had on the couch and kinda giggle.

yn: an air mattress will certainly make things a bit more comfortable. ok so first things first we need to move the couch back and the coffee table back as well.

after that was done you had jensen set up the air mattress as you placed the flameless candles around in a circle. you then grab the spare blankets off the couch and place them on each side of the air mattress.

yn: okay the last blanket is for us to cover ourselves with, but i need to hear you say that you understand what i actually meant in what i said earlier.

jensen: i did understand that part of it thats why i wasnt being shy with how im dressed.

Yn: I am a little nervous this is the first time I've found a case where it has to be skin to skin contact.

Jensen: so this is...

Yn: my first time ever yes! And I couldn't be loosing it to a better man, Jensen your one of the good ones, your one of the most honest and decent men I've ever known.

Jensen: I know this is sudden and we only just met and we can't change these events nor can we go back in time to before this happened to me, but we are gonna make things right, I wanna make things right by asking you to make this position permanent and...

You place a finger to his lips and look him straight in the eyes.

Yn: save the rest of that question for after we save your life. Now undress me and remain as in control as you can while our skins connect and the demon reacts.

Jensen slowly traced every inch of your body lowering you slowly onto the air mattress, he slid off your tank top, he then placed soft kisses to your breasts as he slid off your shorts and then he moved to kiss your sweet sensitive wet pussy.

Yn: yes Jensen keep going, once you slide into me give me a few seconds to adjust to you, and then I'll put the blanket over us.

You moaned out as Jensens tongue flicked over your clit, which felt as though it might pulsate right off your body.

Jensen moved to sit up on his knees between your legs as has removed his boxers and is stroking his rock hard cock.

Jensen: get ready with the blanket yn, the demon is fighting me it wants to come out it wants to take over.

Yn: don't worry Jensen I won't let that happen. Do it...

Jensen slid right into you, your entire world shifted, you could feel the demonic force struggling within Jensen, you felt Jensen relax once you dropped the blanket over top of the two of you.

Jensen(demon): excuse me but you know that you just trapped me in this body in this position right...

Yn: yes and I would like you to leave peacefully or suffer the excruciating pain of me sending you packing back to hell. Your choice.

Jensens voice was disoriented dark and cruel.

Jensen(demon): my choice huh, well I choose to fuck you into the middle of next week and to fill you with my demonic sperm.

Yn: eww bitch how bout you enjoy your trip back to hell.

You allow your body to squirm free and you place your hands on his cheeks and start the exorcism...

Yn: Jensen if you can hear me hold on... fight it.. exorciamous te omnis immundus spiritus omnis satanica potestas omnis incursio infernalis adversarii omnis legio omnis congregatio insectas diabolica ergo dracto malidicte ecclesia secura tuam facias libertate te regamos audinos

With that last word you held down the blanket tight as jensens body exiled the black smoke the demon. And it was done.

You pulled jensens face to look at you.

Yn: hey stranger, how do you feel?

Jensens eyes met yours and he kissed you not wasting any more time as he started thrusting into you hard fast and rough, moans and screams of pleasure came as you both met your releases together.

Jensen didn't pull out of you instead he reached behind him onto the table and presented you with a ring...

Jensen: yn, look I know it's only been several hours but after what you just did and what probably happened here there is no doubt in my mind that your the one I want to have beside me for the rest of my life.

You smile but looking at the ring and then back at Jensen..

Yn: but how can you feel this way when we barely know eachother.

Jensen: look at what you just did for me and my daughter, and my company it's also the least I can do since the virginity thing plus if we did create life of our own this will make things right.

Yn: but we hardly know eachother

Jensen: and we will have plenty of time to get to know eachother as we do our long engagement! I want this and I want it with you!

You hold out your left hand and he slides the cool metal band on your finger!

Yn: its beautiful! Thank you for trusting me enough with everything after only a few hours of knowing eachother!

Jensen just pulls you closer to his form so he is proping you up to stare at him.

Jensen: I wouldn't have it any other way now we sleep, it's gonna be a new beginning and plus I'm sure JJ will want to show you all her toys and enjoy the trip to the zoo tomorrow! I know I will!

Yn: I look forward to it, Mr Ackles!

That was the last word you could speak Jensen had your lips captured in a ferocious kiss! After a few minutes you were covered in jensens arms and the blanket and both of you fell asleep.

Little to your surprise you both would be awoken by being jumped on by JJ... the maid running behind her.

Maid: im so sorry you guys, she insisted on waking you guys up early to start the day! Instead of having her bath...

Yn: its perfectly alright. JJ, how bout this, you go with the maid to take a bath and pick out your favorite outfit and we will go to the zoo once we are all ready to go and spend the entire day at the zoo! And there will be an extra special surprise in it for you if you get ready without any hassle. How does that sound?

JJ squeals in excitement as she takes off and running upstairs with the maid to her own bathroom and bedroom..

You turned your attention to jensen.

Jensen: that was very nicely handled...

Yn: it is the oldest trick in the book. Good morning by the way.

Jensen: mmm good morning. I guess we should actually get up and start getting ready if we are gonna keep your promise to JJ.

You kiss his lips and for that moment it was beautiful! You get off him and wrap your form in a sheet, before extending a hand to your man!

Jensen gets up and wraps a blanket round his waist as you both walk up the stairs and to jensens bedroom.

Jensen: Don't worry about the Sheet we Will haveto find you a better wardrobe

Yn: hmm I think I have a sundress in my bag, can I get it?

Jensen puts up 1 finger and you feel giddy as he walks out the door and into the room that was supposed to be yours and you watch as he brings your bags into his room.

Jensen: I don't feel that seperate rooms are necessary do you...

You shake your head as you go into the bathroom to check yourself in the mirror...

Yn: God I have bags under my eyes. Hey Jensen can you hand me that purple sparkly case?

Jensen hands you the bag and then wraps his arms around your waist from behind.

Jensen: mmm you are gorgeous bags under your eyes or not...

Yn: thank you Jensen but honestly this is just my toiletry bag... hairbrush face wash toothbrush etc

Jensen laughs and begins his daily routine, you begin to brush out the rats nest you call hair. Jensen trims his stubble and then uses his aftershave which makes you feel hot and bothered again.

Jensen: really your getting turned on by my aftershave damn, this is gonna make today alot more fun!

Yn: really fun is that what you call it...

Jensen: yes that's exactly what I call it and once we are at the zoo we will do this proposal question again for everyone to see...

Yn: why not a photoshoot for it not ask the question again but a photoshoot.

Jensen: hold that thought let me call a buddy of mine, he loves photography and we will get him to do a family photo shoot us and JJ...

Jensen says as he turns back to look at you as you finish straightening out your short rainbow leopard print dress, jensens eyes scan your form and it feels like he is trying to burn that dress off you with that gaze of his.

Jensen: when did you get this delectable dress

Yn: one of many many first dates that never happened... so it just became a dress I wear when I want to feel like I have a life that matters.

Jensen comes up to rub your arms as he smiles pulling your chin up to look into your eyes.

Jensen: you do and nothing is ever gonna change that again. Now would you help me pick something out.

Yn: show me your closet and then sit on the bed.

Jensen arches his eyebrow then does as told, he then is amazed as he watches you wiggle your ass as you put together a suitable outfit for the days events.

Yn: the black and sky blue will offset my vibrant colors.

Jensen: done. Go relieve the maid and find some drinks for us to bring.

You peck him on the lips before leaving the room. You relieve the maid and walk with JJ into the kitchen and you pack a backpack with a blanket to sit on, a few bottles of water and some snacks for JJ..

JJ: yn, what were you and daddy doing this morning.

You had to think quickly you couldn't tell her the truth, but you couldn't lie to her either though this technically isn't lying it's bending the truth.

Yn: yoga. We were doing yoga.

JJ sits in the booster seat eating a couple pieces of cheese and you finish sealing the backpack as Jensen comes out of the hallway

Jensen: hey monkey are you ready to party with the animals.

JJ throws the piece of cheese she is holding in excitement and you giggle at the sight of jensen now swinging JJ round.

You could feel the love you had forming for Jensen growing more and more by the second. You continue to watch as Jensen now sits his daughter down and asks her a question.

Jensen: JJ how would you feel if YN lived with us permanently?

JJ: does that mean we can go to the zoo more often...

You laugh as you show JJ the ring on your finger

Yn: as many times as you like princess... speaking of the zoo what do you say we get going...

You and Jensen watch JJ happily run over to the door forgoing her sandals and running out to the car.

She gets strapped in by one of the attendants. You grab her sandals, Jensen follows carrying the backpack. Before you both exit the house Jensen pulls you into an enchanting soft kiss.

Jensen: second thought I'd rather take you back to bed...

You chuckle as you tuch your hand to his cheek.

Yn: except we would be disappointing the very very excited little girl in the car.

Jensen sighs and groans as he realizes that your right.

Jensen: ugh fine we will go but you must promise me that we will find a moment or 2 to be alone just us while we are there?

yn: i think i can find one or 2 moments. now lets get this show on the road.

shortly after that you guys were in the car and on the way to the zoo. parking in valet and then seeing the line of people you watch as your fiance now is using the self ticket checkout...

you had to help him of course but once you all had your tickets it was amazing. JJ ran straight to see the first exhibit, course she was so excited she couldnt find the animal.

you and jensen helped show it to her, but you and Jensen were pre occupied by the sight of eachothers eyes. JJ was petting a sheep in the petting zoo, you and jensen were standing in watchful eyes set on her.

jensen: so the photographer should be here in an hour do we want to have lunch before or after the photos.

you had to think about this, you werent sure but you decided you would leave it up to him.

yn: maybe we should see if JJ is hungry that would give us a better answer of what to do about this...

The rest of the outing was pleasant, a nice family photoshoot done around the zoo, some nice couples shots of you and Jensen.

During dinner JJ started to nod off. You and jensen had tuckered her out, well okay she tuckered herself out.

Jensen: I don't think she is gonna make it through dinner.

Yn: JJ stay awake or your gonna miss dinner!

You say as she just groans lightly at you before her small soft snores could be heard clear as day

You and jensen kinda giggled. You got up to go talk to the server who was so good about it and only charged half the price cause your new step daughter was falling asleep.

But you and Jensen were able to bring the ordered meals home. Putting the containers in the backpack which Jensen carried and you carried JJ whose soft snores were ringing in your ear.

Jensen: damn yn you tuckered out my daughter you are getting extra points for this one.

Yn: ya well you sir I believe owe me more attention as you promised to do earlier.

You purr as Jensen pins you to the side of the car after strapping in the sleeping JJ.

Jensen: oh that's right I did didn't I... hmm well how bout this, take off your panties

Yn: what?

Jensen: take off your panties.

You felt him release one of your hands for you to wiggle out of your panties. You hand them to him.

Jensen: good girl, now sit in the car and don't make a sound no matter what happens.

You smile lightly as he opens the door for you and shuts it behind you. JJs snores fill the car before Jensen gets in turns it on and turns on the instrumental sounds he uses for JJ.

Yn: hmm and what kind of mood are we trying to set here...

jensen: one where i can make you cum before we get home... one that stimulates you more than you already are.

you instantly try to cover yourself not sure how to even react. but you feel his fingers tracing circles into your thigh, instinctively you open your legs and feel him slide his fingers across your dripping wet pussy.

Yn: oh my God, what are you doing? What if JJ wakes up?

Jensen: once she is asleep she is asleep throughout the night... she isn't gonna wake up anytime soon...

Yn: then make me squirt, make me know the reason why you are mine!

jensen didnt need to be told twice for he was already starting to play with your sensitive clit. the throbbing sensations through your body were electrifying.

jensen: squirt and cum for me baby, let me feel your juices all over my hand and fingers then when we get home you can ride my cock and we can cristen the car.

you were reaching your peak, you couldnt wait till you got home, you knew you had to do something. you reached over to undo jensens belt and undo his pants, he slid his seat back while the car was not even moving.

yn: fuck waiting till we get home, just make sure the sounds dont stop, now slid off your cargo shorts i need release. now!

you lift up your dress and over to straddle your fiance! the next sound was your stiffled moan as you slid down on your fiances hard thick cock!

this was the first time you guys had sex in a car, it was worse when JJ stirred a bit you both stopped and were ready in case she woke up but she didnt so you continued.

the climax hit you like a sac of bricks, neither you nor jensen knew it hit till you both felt the hot liquid pooling at the bottom of the seat. you got off him and grabbed the stack of napkins and helped kind of clean up the mess.

jensen: guess that takes care of that for now...

yn: i guess so. so we go home and have a glass of wine

jensen: curl up with wine on the couch and watch some sort of movie.

yn: perfect

thats exactly what happened. arriving home you carried JJ in the house and put her in bed once she was in a nightgown. jensen talked to the valet to leave the suv where it was for the night, and then to wash the front seats in the morning.

going back downstairs you find jensen in the living room with a blanket on the couch, wine in glasses on the table and choosing a movie.

jensen: any requests?

yn: nah you choose cause i know you wont let anything bad happen to me.

that was the beginning of your new life, the happily ever after you had desired for so long, the life you wanted it was finally yours.

~thats all for now folks~

#spnfluffbingo2021 #spnfluffbingo #jensen x reader #single parent au #supernatural #engagement #quick engagement

[snapped-in-half]

Trolls characters as insane shit i said on instagram and maybe irl, some r posted by my friends, some arent.

Im fucking bored sorry.

TW: mentions of Eating Disorders and suicide and sex and genuine triggering stuff. Also Necrophilia mention. whoops ig

"Im actually literally the best oral sex machine ever no joke" - Maybe John Dory or show branch. hes too fucking goofy

"The Bulimia made my head godly trust" - Bruce cuz bro the abs thing MUSTVE given him an ed, or floyd, istg hes the most emo dude ever, veneer being a star and fat is a challenge idk who else i just have a mental illness and bad humor man. and yes I mean head as in dick suckening or pussy eating. but in the context of what i said, i meant dick sucking.

"The suicide wont be worth it, i reached something" - Branch. Im sure.

"cant believe i, a hot girl, cant be hot all the time because i could cause global burning even more" - Satin, or Chenille.

This is maybe 90% rock broppy 10% other ships idfk. a convo w me and my friend

"Wait, Im so sorry, pls watch human centipede w me, ur the only in my life id watch ppl eat shit with"

"aww how sweet"

"What if I act like the worst tourguide ever..."

"dont"

*proceeds to tell wrong and right facts in a very fake movie accent*

- this is brozone.

"give me some fantasy monster stds pennywise"

- this is probably.... Creek. nothing else, i just rlly hate him. he is so evil i think he should be unbelievably unhinged sometimes, the reply could be anything from anyone tbh.

(the reply to this was from my friend: I BEG YOUR FINEST PARDON???)

"life is a stage, and girl i dont mind being the villain AND main character" - Veneer, Velvet, Queen Barb. Im sorry this line of mine is too iconic actually. this was in texts tho. comforting someone who gives a fuck too much.

"IM BEING HAUNTED BY FUCKING SKIBIDI TOILET"

- Guy diamond, only AND ONLY because he has a baby son that probably has those ipads witg youtube shorts.

"i still have the damn mark on m neck from when i tried to hang myself in the 7th grade" - Literally the baby brothers in brozone, or some rock trolls, cuz like they look like theyd hang or try to hang themselves in school.

Genuinely I got too lazy to like type this one down. But these r the gay bitches and creek's fucked up ass.

*Has a literal breakdown about being a good friend*

30 seconds later

"Damn Triangles make up so much things"

- This is Poppy. Like shit.

#trolls #trolls band together #trolls world tour #tw: ed mention #tw: suicide mention #tw: sex stuff

[abdlgossipblog]

“maybe commission it from a real artist, not an Instagram AI.” I want to start this by saying I don’t think AI is ethical and i firmly believe it’ll lead to the downfall of our society. However, idk if you noticed but we are currently in an economic recession. Why pay for the cow when you can get milk for free is a famous quote that can be interchanged in scenarios for this exact reason. You wanna know why people don’t commission artists? Finding one you actually like and has the same style you want is a pain and process of its own, then you have to negotiate with them, trust they understand what you want, pay them and wait a minimum of 2-6 weeks for that to be executed. I’m not saying artists aren’t valuable, but when what you’re looking for is dangled right in front of your face at absolutely no cost to you that you’ll receive in a matter of seconds whilst being broke, why wouldn’t you? I’m just shocked at the amount of people who didn’t consider AI and technology when deciding what they were going to do for a living. I used to want to be a teacher, until i noticed my last 2 years of high school they handed out Ipads to every single student and required us to do all of our work online. It was a wake up call that perhaps this field could get me replaced by Ipads, so i decided to study health care. AI is replacing writers, artists of all kinds, influencers, and currently in the process of replacing sex workers given their success of AI influencing. When you can see your job is going to be replaced by technology, perhaps it’s time to find another source of income instead of bitching at poor college students that they can’t afford to buy your overpriced art.

[northamptoncouplestherapy]

On The Importance of Breaking Promises

I’ve been a promise keeper for most of my life, only breaking promises when left with no other choice – when a murmur in my heart began pounding so loud that it overruled me. There was the relationship that lacked kindness and mutuality – the friendship laced in honey and venom.

Backed into a corner, I’d reach a tipping point, culminating into a reinterpretation of a commitment a former version of myself had made. It was visceral. My body would hijack me, revoking my privilege to call the shots. I’d wake at night. Lose my appetite. Develop an aversion to hugging or sex with a partner that I inexplicably could not leave and simultaneously could not endure.

Keeping promises indeed builds trust and is essential. But there are many types of promises. Some sworn out loud, pinkies crossed, blood bonded — others dwell in the spaces between words and live out their days as acts: Devotion, steadfastness, and presence, to name a few. We entrust ourselves and each other, explicitly and implicitly, it’s inherently risky business.

So begins a journal entry I wrote on the heels of a stormy argument with my eleven-year-old daughter. She was enraged at me for revoking her much-loved video game on my iPad and, in turn, breaking a promise to her. I had made this promise with all the necessary ingredients; it was born (as promises often are) of love, right intention, and thoughtfulness. It was a seemingly small breach that felt huge to her, and it had transpired because she had not kept more subtle promises to me. In the face of her legitimate tween desire for justice and reliability, she could not fathom how her go-to person might commit such an act of betrayal, and she was both seething and despondent in the aftermath of the atrocity.

I, on the other hand, was at a loss and found myself pulled in opposing directions. Integrity: what I choose to do when no one is looking, is core to my identity. But to live alone with a pre-teen girl is always to have someone looking – to be always a source of inspiration, hypocrisy, and example. And my daughter was looking, and from her perspective, I was reneging – I was not good for my word.

But taking my emotional pulse, trusting my gut, and mindfully following through on where it leads me, this, I also hold core. For me, living fifty-one years as a cis-gendered female has translated into thirty-four years of therapy to hear myself. It’s resulted in a fierce belief that if I can’t know and abide by my heart, I will (in time) become useless to those around me. I have wished this wasn’t so. I’ve avoided grief like a swallow dodges an owl.

When I was eight, I found a fledgling sparrow nestled peacefully under a raspberry thicket. To my eye, the sleepy bird looked unmarred. Lovingly, I carried the delicate creature home and gently placed it in a cardboard box lined with maple leaves and grass. I made a makeshift food dish from a mason jar lid and filled it with Wonder Bread dunked in milk. “That bird will not live to see tomorrow,” my father matter-of-factly declared as he peered over my shoulder while silently, I hated him.

I did not yet understand how death can come stealthily – how life (and love) can sometimes disappear through infinitesimal moments that occur so subtly we mistake them for just another day. The bird didn’t live.

Thirty-five years later, I would stand in a kitchen, as new motherhood, a shattered marriage, and middle age converged upon me. I can still remember the bucketful of rock crabs placed on ice in a porcelain sink – fruits of an afternoon’s excursion off Maine’s coast on a hot August day. I was boiling a pot of water while my towheaded girl in her lemon dotted dress circled my knees. A husband one room away, yet nowhere to be found. How I dropped the crabs into the scalding liquid – tossing them like pebbles, while calmly watching them convulse. My forearm arm singed by the bubbling broth. Glancing out the window overlooking the shore, I imagined myself wading into the tide and surrendering to the ocean. To be both buoyant and weighted – this is how I want to live, and it’s how I hope to die.

There are moments in life when the most relational thing we can do is choose ourselves. When we must take a fierce inventory of who we are and accountability becomes more important than responsibility.

My girl once said that she felt literal grief over having to dispose of a cup that her root beer float came in. “Grief?” I asked, perplexed. “Yes, I feel sadness and missing for the having and holding of that root beer float in that cup.” Her desire to not experience loss and to do no harm is as beautiful as it is scary.

I’ve decided to teach my daughter that breaking promises to others is a critical skill when juxtaposed against the trauma of breaking a promise to oneself. To teach her to kill, as well as to nurture. That promises are living, evolving embodiments of trust, and that the art of their execution (literally and figuratively) lies in trusting oneself and permission-giving. Death is embedded in all promises, kept or broken, but so is life, and in turn, promises anew.

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[radiant-reid]

The Private Side of a Secret Life

Part 1

Summary: After the ladies of the BAU take Spencer's mystery wife out and learn some... new things about their colleague, the Reids get to work on making their fantasy a reality.

A/n: I just want to say a very quick thank you to all of you amazing people who loved part 1 and inspired me to write a part two. Enjoy  🤍

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader (SMUT 18+)

Content Warning: vomiting | swearing | NSFM (breeding kink, daddy kink, unprotective penetrative sex, slight fingering)

Word Count: 3.1k

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"Spencer, seriously, I'll be fine." Y/n attempted to assure him for the fourth time, trying to wave him out of the bathroom so she could continue to apply her mascara without his watchful gaze.

Despite the reassurance, he grimaced. It wasn't that he didn't trust Y/n because he absolutely did and had for some years or that he didn't have faith the ladies of the BAU would look after her, but Spencer had second-hand nerves about what they would discuss. Mostly because he knew after a few drinks, Y/n was down for anything, which was actually how they ended up buying their very first sex toy. Although, that was beside the point because it brought immense pleasure and not lifelong embarrassment at work.

He still had one more trick up his sleeve, executing his scheme by pressing her against the bathroom vanity, caging her in with his arms on their side of her body as he leaned down to whisper in her ear. "Or, you could just say here." He suggested. "Put Poppy to bed early so I could rip that dress off you." His eyes were all over her figure, admiring the curves the tight dress accentuated.

When he used that tone, she had a hard time focusing on anything that wasn't how the temptation that was the growing bulge in his pants pressed against her ass.

Luckily, before she could drop the mascara wand, another Reid spoke. "Daddy! The iPad isn't working." Poppy complained, no doubt sitting on the couch tapping it harshly.

"Mood killer." Spencer dramatically whined.

Y/n could hear the playful tone in his voice as she shoved his shoulder. "I recall you named her Poppy."

"I don't even know anything about technology." He complained, stepping out of the bathroom.

Pulling him back in, Y/n passionately dove in to kiss him, purposefully teasing. "Spencer?" She asked, earning a nod after a pause from him as if his brain momentarily stopped working. "You were never going to convince me anyway."

Spencer let out another groan, more than a bit sexually frustrated before going to read the iPad instruction manual. Y/n fluffed her hair out again, trying to make sure it looked alright. Although she wouldn't tell him, she was worried about what Spencer's best friends would think of her.

"Okay, I'm going now." She announced, heels that she would end up taking off on as she walked into the living room. Poppy waved, still watching Spencer when Y/n walked over to place a kiss on her forehead. "Mwah." Spencer, sitting on the floor, tilted his chin up as he waited for his kiss. After she giggled, she leaned down to place a soft kiss on his lips. "Love you both!" She announced, walking towards the door.

"No secrets," Spencer instructed, although it came out weaker than he would have liked.

Y/n spun back around, drawing a cross over the fabric of her dress where her heart was. "Promise." She assured him.

She stayed true to her oath to Spencer for most of the enjoyable evening. His friends were great, like how he'd described them so many times, and she had no trouble fitting in. The problems- spilled secrets- came when the shots came. Some tequila and her lips were loose.

"Oh yeah, having Henry changed the game," JJ said in reply to a question about her and Will's sex life. "Not that I don't love him with all my heart, but things were... different when we were still sneaking around."

"So you're trying to convince us that three-hour flights to New Orleans are sexy?" Emily rhetorically asked, making all of them burst into a fit of giggles while JJ tried to defend her statement.

Penelope was next to playfully bad mouth her friend's relationship. "A long-distance booty call." She joked. "I can't believe you thought we didn't know."

JJ laughed at the mistakes of her younger self, burying her head in her hands to avoid the embarrassment. "Even I knew." Y/n chimed in between laughs, making Emily and Penelope double over in giggles.

With the attention back on Y/n, they had the same question to repeat to her. "We know absolutely nothing about Spencer's sex life, so feel free to tell us everything," Emily told her, least drunk and ready to save his secrets for a later day.

"Well, Spencer never changed. Like, at all." Y/n was ready to brag about her husband and the way he could fuck her. "When I was pregnant, oh my gosh, he was insane like wild all day every day."

It made her shiver thinking about it. Spencer had been away on a case when she really popped, and as soon as he saw her pregnant with his child, he went crazy. She lost count of how many times she came that night.

"So when you got together, was he, you know, a virgin?" Penelope steered the conversation back to the question everyone at the BAU had wondered before they learned he had a wife and child.

"Yup," Y/n confirmed, proudly smiling.

JJ aw-ed, going on to explain why she thought it was cute. "It's sweet that you're the only person he's been with."

When Y/n bit her bottom lip, the rest of them knew there was more to the story, a much dirtier secret. "Wait, what?" Emily realized. "The other day, he was talking about how many germs would be exchanged in a situation like that."

Y/n snorted out a laugh, amused that he could publically oppose threesomes when he'd been an active participant more than once. "Hypocrite." She labeled him.

"Who?" JJ asked, all of them hanging on her every word, eyes wide in disbelief.

Y/n clenched her teeth together, unsure about what to tell them. The alcohol making her skin hot compelled her to truthfully, yet ambiguously, answer. "Promise you won't say anything?" She made them assure her, waiting for a nod before answering. "Let's just say that an ex-BAU team member knew who I was."

It took the three of them a moment to piece the story together, but Penelope finally got it. "Elle!" She shouted, loud enough for other patrons to turn their heads to look at their group.

Y/n's silence only confirmed the answer along with her guilty smile. "Or Gideon." Emily joked, forcing Y/n to choke down the sip of her drink instead of spitting it out.

"She taught him a lot." Y/n mentioned, forever thankful to Elle for teaching Spencer how to properly eat a girl out. In the 8 years since then, his skills continued to improve.

"Oh, he radiated sub energy," Penelope fondly remembered baby Spencer, who was so incredibly shy.

It prompted another question from JJ. "Is he still?"

Y/n scrunched her nose, half shaking her head. "Only sometimes, but it's amazing either way."

"Okay, okay, one last question." Emily declared. "How long?"Y/n shook her head, knowing he would kill her if he knew. "Come one." She pleaded, pressing both of her palms together before slowly pulling them apart. "Really?" She asked, stopping at what looked like 6 inches.

Y/n nodded. "Really." She assured them, letting Emily continue while their eyes continued to widen exponentially. "Yeah, there." She estimated, not stopping their shocked looks.

The conversation shifted direction to Emily's love life, the three of them feeling like they knew too much about someone they considered to be a brother.

Eventually, at some point in the early morning, the taxi stopped in front of the Reids' townhouse, and Y/n made her way inside after thanking JJ, Emily, and Penelope for the fun night. She had stopped drinking after the vodka, and she was sober enough to walk without needing to take her heels off.

Silently, for Poppy's sake- she guessed Spencer waited up for her- she made her way to the bedroom. As perfect as ever, he was sitting up against the headboard with his nose in a book.

"Waiting up for me?" Y/n asked, leaning against the door frame, so she could take her shoes off.

Spencer looked up, his eyes flickering with mischief. "Nah, this book was too thrilling for me to put down." He replied.

Y/n huffed, walking over and taking the book out of his hands. "A chemistry book in Russian is more interesting than me?" She asked, skimming over the title, which she couldn't read. The only reason she guessed it was chemistry was the drawing of covalently bonded molecules on the front cover.

"A little," Spencer answered, smiling up at her.

"Oh, a little?" She repeated, mocking his voice as she put the book down and looked at him, their faces only inches apart. "Really?"

He nodded before whispering. "Really." They were close enough he didn't have to lean forward much to kiss her.

Y/n deepened it, showing him how much she missed him in the small amount of time they'd been apart. Spencer's hands drifted to her waist while she cupped his cheeks, feeling the slight stubble around his jawline. Almost as soon as his tongue was in her mouth, he pulled back.

"You taste like gin... and tequila." He informed her, grumbling.

"Sorry that you like sweet cosmos with as little vodka as possible." She retorted, pulling away from him to get changed.

Spencer attempted to keep reading his book, but her nude figure immediately had his undivided attention. Once she brushed her teeth and took off her makeup, she climbed into bed next to him.

Putting his book down and turning off the light, Spencer lay down. "How was it?" He asked, facing her.

"So much fun," Y/n answered, affirmatively nodding her head and neglecting to tell him of details she revealed about their sex life.

"I'm glad," Spencer mumbled, clearly tired but feeling reassured that she enjoyed it.

Y/n closed the gap that time, kissing him gently. "Better?" She asked, regarding the taste of her lips.

"Minty fresh," Spencer commented, pulling her closer, so he could finally sleep knowing she was in his arms.

~

Instead of waking up to Y/n peppering his face in kisses, Spencer woke up when she dramatically shifted out of his arms. Sitting up, he noticed Y/n rushing to the ensuite, and he got up just as quickly to hold her hair.

"Let it out, baby." He cooed, rubbing her back as she threw up. Wishing she hadn't drunk as much, Y/n finished being sick and got up.

Spencer handed her a glass of water and gave her a pitiful look. Thankful, Y/n gargled with it before brushing her teeth for a few minutes, reapplying toothpaste twice. Attentively, he watched her while brushing his own teeth.

"You okay?" He asked her.

She gave him a nod. "Do you know what this reminds me of?" She asked, catching his eye in the mirror.

"When you were pregnant with Poppy." Of course, he did, not even needing to use his profiling skills.

Y/n turned around to face him, resting her back against the vanity. "I want-"

Spencer dove forward before she could finish the sentence, hurriedly pushing his lips against hers. Shocked, Y/n relaxed into it. She shouldn't have been surprised, having been thinking about his love for breeding meer hours ago.

"I know." He told her when he broke the kiss to breathe.

"You know?" She asked, wrapping her arms around his neck to pull him closer.

His hands were on the back of her thighs, picking her up. "I know." He assured her, waiting until she'd wrapped her legs around his waist to kiss her again.

Before she knew it, she was being tossed onto the bed, hitting the blanket. Spencer climbed on top of her, slotting one knee between her thighs as his lips trailed wet kisses all over her neck.

"Wait, what about-"

"Door's locked," Spencer replied before she could finish the question. His hands were already under her pajama top, squeezing her boobs.

Y/n giggled slightly, teasing him. "Excited or something?"

They couldn't have picked a better day intentionally. The soft sunlight peeked through the curtains and cast a golden glow around the room. The moment of peace every morning when they usually drank coffee or cuddled.

"You have no idea." He said, leaning forward to kiss her again.

Moving a hand down his bare chest, she traced her finger over the bulge in his boxers. "Yeah, I do." She mumbled against his lips, breaking out into a grin.

"Just wanna put a baby in you so badly." He rasped, wasting no time pulling up her shirt.

She worked with him, sitting up so he could take her shirt off before lifting her hips up and putting off her own pajama shorts. Spencer was doing the same thing, taking off his boxer shorts before running his finger through her slit.

"It gets you going, too, doesn't it?" Spencer questioned, looking up at her matching dilated pupils. Even doing so little, Y/n could feel herself getting wetter. "Yeah, I can tell you want daddy to put another baby in you."

"Please, daddy." She begged to feel him.

He smiled proudly at her, thrusting two fingers at once inside her. "Fuck, baby, so tight." With a purpose, he scissored his fingers, stretching her open.

Y/n's moaning was already unstoppable, her skin growing hot under his intense gaze. "Daddy, please... breed me." She whispered, needing more than just his fingers.

Spencer stilled his finger inside her, knowing the warmth would feel amazing on his cock. "Hmm? What was that?" He cooed condescendingly, having heard her perfectly.

"Please, daddy- fuck." Her concentration was broken when he pushed against the spot inside her that made her scream. By the smirk on his face, he'd done it on purpose. "Put a baby in me." She pleaded sweetly.

It was good enough for Spencer to run the head of his cock over her clit, making her arch her back as something sparked inside her. The guttural groan he let out as he bottomed out was enough to make her loudly moan. "Being so good for daddy, aren't you?" He asked. "Letting me fill you up and carrying my babies."

"W-wanna carry all your babies," Y/n affirmed, her breathing uneven as he continued to thrust into her. "Love having your cum in me."

"So deep inside you," Spencer declared. "Can feel your walls clenching around me already." Y/n could feel her heart thumping in her chest, unable to look anywhere but him as her blood pulsed around her. "Who does this pretty pussy belong to?"

Spencer was so attractive, with his hair bouncing with every thrust as he panted. It would have been easy for her to forget he even asked a question if he hadn't squeezed her hips. "You, daddy." Y/n moaned out.

"Gonna let me cum deep inside you, isn't that right, baby?" He asked. She could tell he wasn't far off from his moans increasing in pitch. "Make your belly swell so perfectly like it did last time." His rambling was also a sign he was close, speaking whatever was in his head. "Fuck, want me to fill you up?"

Y/n could barely get words out between her moaning. "Y-yes, daddy, so badly."

"Tell me," Spencer commanded, moving his thumb down to her clit to make sure she'd come before he did.

“Fuck a baby into me, Spence," Y/n begged, leaning up to capture his bottom lip in a kiss. "Make me a mommy again."

One last rough thrust was enough to have Y/n coming, able to feel her walls pulsing around Spencer's length as he came, his cock deep inside her.

Spencer stayed inside her for a moment, holding his weight above her body before pulling out slowly and reaching for a pillow to prop Y/n's hips up. He couldn't resist the urge to kiss up her chest before he captured her lips in another passionate kiss.

"You're so beautiful." He mumbled, falling onto the bed next to her in exhaustion.

Y/n pushed his hair back, and placed a kiss on his slightly sweaty forehead. "I love you."

"I love you, too." Spencer hummed happily. "I'm sorry for..."

"Going a little feral?" She filled in, grinning widely.

Apologetically, he nodded. "Yeah, that."

"If you couldn't tell, I enjoyed it." She laughed, making him feel better about his urgency to impregnate her. "I can't wait to have another baby."

"I know." Spencer agreed, placing another kiss on her lips as his hand drifted down to her lower stomach instinctively.

~

"So, Reid, we were told something interesting this weekend," Emily mentioned, managing to corner him at his desk on Monday with JJ and Penelope. Morgan wasn't there yet, and Rossi and Hotch were in their respective offices, so it was the perfect time to grill him.

Spencer tensed, trying not to look like he was internally freaking out about what his drunk wife had confessed to his friends. "What do you mean?"

"Something about the infamous daddy Reid." Penelope prompted.

Immediately, he froze while his cheeks reddened. Surely not... surely Y/n wouldn't have gone into detail about what she called him in bed. If she had told them, he wasn't going to hesitate in putting her over his knee when he got home.

"Spence." JJ waved a hand in front of his eyes, trying to get his attention. When he looked at her, she explained. "She told us that you're a big fan of her pregnant."

Understanding that they hadn't learned the most intimate part of their sex life, Spencer had no problem admitting she looked gorgeous pregnant. "Yeah, so?"

He quickly wished it didn't sound so much like a challenge when Emily revealed another detail Y/n had spilled. "She also called you a hypocrite." She started, making Spencer frown as he tried to figure out where the conversation was going. "For the comment you made about my hookup."

Still, Spencer didn't understand. He'd never said anything rude about the kinky things Emily, or anyone else on the team, was into. Mostly because he and Y/n had tried them all out. "I don't understand." He admitted.

"My hookup with two people." Emily helped him out.

Spencer's mouth dropped open in shock, a blush forming his cheeks. "She didn't." He stated, hoping it wasn't true. The nods all three of them gave him assured him it was. "Really?!"

"Yup," Penelope confirmed. "We're going to ask her to come out next girls' night, too. All your secrets are about to be ours."

It would have been easy for Spencer to shut up then, but he didn't. He had to win some ground back. "Yeah, she's not going to be drinking, though." He mentioned, quiet enough, they had to be hooked on his words to hear it.

"Seriously?" JJ sputtered out, in disbelief, about how quickly the couple had gotten to actually making a baby.

"I'm sure," Spencer affirmed, wearing a proud smirk.

He was positive like the test, a few weeks later, was.

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“No Nut” November

Yoongi x Reader

Genre/Rating: 18+, Smut, established relationship

Summary: After deciding to participate in “No Nut November”, you and your husband Yoongi aren’t prepared for just how difficult it proves to be.

Warnings: Orgasm denial, edging, oral sex (both reader and Yoongi receiving), squirting, rough sex, choking, dirty talk, degradation, and creampie.

Author’s Note: So thanks to all of the asks that I got about the Mins participating in “No Nut” November, I’m writing this drabble about it because I just can’t resist! I hope you all enjoy it!

WC: 3.8K

“Hey Yoongs,” you called out as you jogged into your bedroom, launching yourself up and onto the bed where Yoongi was sitting up against the headboard with his IPad in hand. 

“What’s up Min?” He murmured without looking up at you. 

“I think we should do No Nut November,” you announced and that caught Yoongi’s attention, causing him to look down at you with an arched brow. 

“What?”

“You’ve heard of that right? It’s when you-”

“Don’t come for the entire month of November,” Yoongi finished with a deadpan voice. “Why would we do that?”

“I don’t know, I just thought it would be fun,” you shrugged as you looked at him. “You know, give ourselves a challenge.”

“We’re in the middle of a fucking pandemic, for crying out loud,” Yoongi huffed. “I have enough challenges as it is.”

“Oh, come on Grandpa,” you teased, poking Yoongi’s side with his finger. “Do something different. Live a little.”

“Trust me, not getting to come is not my idea of living,” He cackled.

“Well, how about if we make it interesting?” You offered, sitting up and looking down at Yoongi with a smirk. “If we do this and you break first, you have to go get your nails done with me.”

“That’s it?” Yoongi scoffed. 

“In the color and design that I choose,” you added, smiling when you saw his face drop. 

“And if I win?” He wondered. 

“What do you want?”

“You have to come fishing with me,” Yoongi told you and your eyes widened. 

“Really Yoongi?” You sighed and he just shrugged. 

“Come on Min, live a little,” he smirked, making you roll your eyes at how he threw your own words back at you. 

“Fine, whatever,” you replied. “So, are we doing this or are you gonna be boring?”

“You know what, why not?” Yoongi relented and you smiled widely. “I mean, it’s not as if I’ll have to last the entire month anyways so let’s do it.”

“Ah great!” You exclaimed before pausing, taking a second to register what he had said before speaking again. “Wait, what do you mean you won’t have to last the entire month? Do you plan on giving up early or something?”

“No, you’re gonna be the one to give up early,” Yoongi said. 

“And how do you know that?” You wondered, crossing your arms over your chest. 

“Min, come on,” He laughed. “If you could have my dick inside of you all of the time, you would. Hell, there’s been times when I’ve literally had to pull you off of me in order for me to be able to get shit done.”

“Oh please, as if you don’t go weak in the knees by the sheer sight of me in shorts,” you snorted. “If there’s someone in this relationship that isn’t gonna make it through the month, it’s you buddy.”

“We’ll just see about that,” Yoongi smirked, holding out his hand and you grabbed onto it, the two of you shaking on the agreement. Once you let go, you both sat and looked at each other for a few seconds before Yoongi spoke up again. “So, should we fuck one last time before we start?”

“I would say yes but since you talked shit about my inability to hold out, you’ve also talked yourself out of some last minute sex,” you told him, leaning forward and kissing him. “Love you.”

“Min, don’t,” Yoongi tried to say but you just ignored him, getting up off of the bed and waltzing out of the bedroom. 

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Once you and Yoongi made the agreement, neither of you thought much of it again. The both of you continued on with your regular routines, going to work and taking care of your daughters, Kinsley and Kamryn. It wasn’t until one night about three days later that the reality of No Nut November really hit the both of you. 

“The girls go down for bed ok?” Yoongi asked as you paced into the bedroom, watching with hooded eyes as you began to strip out of your clothes and change into one of his t-shirts.

“Yeah. Kins was a piece of cake but Kam wouldn’t let go of my hand until she fell asleep completely,” you huffed. “I think I just spent a half hour sitting on the floor next to her bed.”

“I’m sure she loves you for it, Super Mom,” Yoongi chuckled. You walked over to the bed then, climbing on top of it and settling down next to your husband. Yoongi opened his arms and you snuggled into him, making yourself comfortable against his chest. 

“I’m exhausted,” you complained. “My boss has been bugging me for this new design and it’s just not coming to me.”

“I know the feeling,” Yoongi replied. “I’ve been in the studio for days now and literally have come up with nothing. Plus, I’ve missed you.”

“I miss you too Yoongs,” you smiled, leaning up and kissing him firmly. The kiss quickly became heated, Yoongi’s arms tightening around you as you fisted his t-shirt in your hands. Yoongi slid the both of you down the bed so that you were laying flat on your back with him slightly on top of you. Yoongi eventually pulled away from your lips and trailed his kisses down your jaw and to your neck. You moaned at the feeling of him sucking on your skin, your hands sliding upwards and tugging on the strands of his hair. 

“Mmm, that feels nice,” you whispered.

“Wanna make you feel good Min,” Yoongi murmured, one of his hands sliding down your abdomen until he reached the hem of his t-shirt that you were wearing, lifting it up and letting his fingers ghost over your clit through the fabric of your panties. 

“W-wait, we can’t,” you stammered, reaching down and grabbing onto his wrist. “The bet, remember?”

“Who cares?” He shot back, moving your panties out of the way and dipping one of his fingers inside of you. You froze at the feeling, a soft sigh escaping you as he slowly moved his finger in and out of you. “You’re so wet already baby.”

“Give me another one,” you demanded and Yoongi didn’t hesitate to do as you asked, sliding another finger into you. He then began to fuck you as hard and as deep as he could, leaving you a writhing and moaning mess underneath him. 

“Oh my fucking God,” you gasped as your head fell back against the bed, the beginnings of your orgasm beginning to creep up on you. “Fuck, just like that Yoongi.”

“Good girl baby,” he praised you. “I can feel you tightening up on my fingers. You getting close?”

“So fucking close,” you nodded. He continued to fuck you and just as you prepared to let yourself fall into the blissful feeling, Yoongi pulled his fingers out of you and pulled your panties back into their proper place. “What the fuck?!”

“What?” Yoongi wondered innocently. “You’re the one who reminded me of the bet and you wouldn’t want to lose less than a week into it by coming all over my fingers, right?”

“I really fucking hate you right now,” you snapped, pushing Yoongi off of you before you turned over so that your back was facing him before pulling the blankets on the bed up and over your head.

“I love you too baby,” Yoongi chuckled, turning out the light on the nightstand before laying down next to you.

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After that night when Yoongi edged you and didn’t let you come, you were determined to get back at him. Knowing your husband’s affinity for lace and how weak in the knees he got whenever he saw you in the fabric, you took a trip to your favorite lingerie store. Once you found the perfect piece, you hurried back home and thanked your lucky stars when you saw Yoongi’s car still sitting in the driveway.

Since your daughters were both at school, you figured that this was the best time to put your plan into motion. After showering and changing into the black bodysuit as well as a pair of thigh high stockings, you paced down the hallway to Yoongi’s home office and knocked on the door. 

“Come in,” you heard him say and you opened the door, pushing it wide enough so that only your head could be seen.

“Hey, you busy?” You checked.

“Nah, I got bored and decided to come organize some family photos,” Yoongi told you as he motioned towards the desktop in front of him. “Why, what’s up?”

“I bought something today and I want your opinion on it.”

“Ah, so that’s where you ran off to this morning,” Yoongi chuckled. “Come here, let me see it.” Smiling softly because you knew Yoongi had no idea what was about to hit him, you opened the door all the way and stepped inside before shutting the door behind you. You then paced over to the desk, maintaining eye contact with your husband as you slowly turned in a circle, making sure to give him ample time to stare at your ass. 

“So, what do you think?” You asked him as you turned around to face him again. “I saw it in the window and I just had to get it.”

“That, uh, that from Private Eyes?” Yoongi questioned and you smiled, knowing how Yoongi loved the same lingerie shop that you did. 

“It is,” you nodded. “It’s from their new collection.”

“You look gorgeous,” Yoongi replied and if you hadn’t seen how hard his Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed spit, you would’ve thought that he was completely unaffected. 

“Thanks but I don’t know if I like the fit,” you murmured, turning to the side and letting Yoongi see how the hem of the body suit hugged your upper hips. “The lines are pretty but I’m just not sure if it’s flattering, you know?”

“Trust me, it’s flattering,” he chuckled thickly. You stepped around the desk then, stopping next to Yoongi’s chair and turning it around so that he was facing you. 

“Guess I should trust your opinion since that happened, huh?” You smirked, motioning down to the bulge in his sweatpants.

“It’s fucking lace Y/N-ah,” he laughed. “You know what that does to me.”

“Maybe we should handle it then,” you suggested, sinking down onto your knees in front of him and placing your hands on the band of his sweatpants. 

“Y/N-ah,” he tried to say but you cut him off by pouting. 

“Please,” you begged. “Wanna suck you off.”

“Fine, go ahead,” he relented easily. You instantly pulled his sweatpants along with his boxers down, taking ahold of his hard cock in your hands. Lowering your head, you sucked him into your mouth making him groan deeply.

“Oh, that’s it Min,” Yoongi encouraged you, reaching down and setting his hands in your hair as you worked your mouth on him. You brought both of your hands up, placing them on the part of his length near his pelvis that your mouth couldn’t reach in order to stroke him firmly. You could feel the wetness of your spit sliding over your hands, and you could tell that Yoongi was enjoying how slick you had gotten him by the guttural moans that were escaping his throat. 

“Just like that baby, make it wet,” He grumbled, his hips kicking up and forcing his cock further down your throat. You took it all in stride though, allowing him to fuck your mouth at his own pace. 

“God, you have the perfect fucking mouth,” Yoongi began to ramble, and that was your sign that his orgasm was starting to mount. “Such a good girl, letting me fuck your throat like a good little slut.” Hearing Yoongi talk dirty to you and degrade you always had a huge effect on you, as shown by how wet the lace against your slit had gotten, but you were completely focused on your mission which was to get payback. 

“I’m so close baby,” he warned you. “Gonna be a good slut and swallow my cum for me?” You moaned against him and he took that as confirmation before he began to fuck your throat roughly. As soon as you felt his cock throb in your hands, that was the moment that you decided to pull away from him, leaving his cock wet and hanging heavily between his thighs. 

“What the fuck?!” He exclaimed and you smiled at him as you stood up from your spot on the floor. “I was about to come!”

“The bet, remember?” You reminded him and his eyes widened. “Payback’s a bitch baby.” Blowing him a kiss, you turned around and strutted out of the office, leaving Yoongi pissed, dumbstruck, and horny as hell.

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Two weeks later, it was now the third week of November and both you and Yoongi were absolutely miserable. Neither of you had gone this long without having sex since you got together (besides the times that he was gone on tour) and the both of you had no clue what to do. 

“This is the dumbest shit ever,” Yoongi snapped as the two of you sat together on the couch in the living room, attempting to have a movie night but fucking was the only thing on either of your minds. 

“I’ll admit, it wasn’t my best suggestion,” you agreed as you adjusted the ice pack that you had on your crotch over your shorts. 

“My dick is so fucking hard, I could hunt with it if I wanted to,” Yoongi huffed as he adjusted his own ice pack. 

“Please, my clit has had a life of it’s own complete with an entire heartbeat for the past week,” you scoffed. 

“Why the fuck are we doing this if we’re both miserable?” He questioned as he looked over at you. “Why can’t we both just agree that no one will lose and just fuck each other already?”

“It’s already been three weeks so we might as well finish,” you pointed out. “Plus, it’s the principle of thing at this point. What does it say about our relationship if we can’t survive a few weeks without fucking?”

“Uh, it means that we’re still attracted to each other,” he laughed. “Sex is how we’ve always connected, you know that.”

“I know but is that all we have?” You wondered aloud.

“Are you seriously asking that fucking question after 14 years and 2 kids?” Yoongi demanded to know.

“Calm down dickhead, I was just wondering,” you shot back. “God, you get so testy when you haven’t come.”

“What do you expect?” He replied. “You just questioned the validity of our relationship because we’ve been miserable without fucking.”

“It’s a valid question!”

“Look Min, us enjoying sex with each other doesn’t mean that’s all there is to our relationship,” Yoongi assured you. “Sex is just how we convey our love for each other and believe it or not, I happen to love you a lot.”

“I love you more,” you whispered back, leaning forward and kissing him passionately. It took no time at all for kiss to become heated, your hands coming up to cup his face as he moved closer to you.

“Let me love you Min,” Yoongi murmured against your lips and you shook your head, tears welling up in your eyes.

“We can’t,” you huffed and Yoongi pulled back, his eyes widening when he saw the tears beginning to slip down your face. 

“Baby, why are you crying?” He asked gently, his hands coming up to wipe your face. 

“Because I miss you,” you replied with a pout.

“I forgot how sensitive you get when you haven’t come,” he cooed, making you roll your eyes. “Look, if it’s so important to you, we’ll hold out for this last week alright? But just know that once this week is done, I’m not letting go of you until my cum is literally spilling out of you.”

“You promise?” You chuckled tearily and Yoongi nodded before kissing you firmly. 

“Promise,” he swore.

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12:15am on December 1st, you were roused from your sleep by the odd feeling of something wet lapping at your clit. At first, you thought it was just another one of the numerous wet dreams that had become a staple for you over the last few weeks but you swore that you could hear mumbling as well. 

Opening your eyes and sitting up a little, you waited for your vision to clear until you realized that Yoongi was in between your legs and licking at your nub. 

“Yoongs?” You mumbled and Yoongi looked up at you, smirking as he pulled away from your pussy. “What are you doing?”

“It’s December 1st baby,” he reminded you and you sighed as you reached up and rubbed the crust of sleep out of your eyes. 

“I thought I was dreaming,” you whispered. 

“No dream here baby, it’s the real thing,” Yoongi smiled. “You up for a little late night fuck?”

“Hell yeah,” you agreed instantly and Yoongi didn’t hesitate to suck your clit back into his mouth. You fell back onto the bed, allowing your body to sink into the mattress as Yoongi worked his mouth on you. You weren’t sure how long Yoongi had been licking at you before you woke up but you could already feel the beginnings of your orgasm starting to spread throughout your entire body. 

“Give me your fingers too,” you requested and Yoongi complied, not wasting time and pressing both his middle and pointer finger inside of your tightness. The stretch felt amazing, and you sighed blissfully when his fingers instantly began to rub against your g-spot.

“Yes, just like that,” you whimpered. “Fuck, I missed your mouth on me. You’re gonna make me come already.”

“Let me taste your cum Min,” Yoongi encouraged you before licking at you again, not stopping until your body began to quiver. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” you chanted, reaching down and tangling your fingers in Yoongi’s hair as you began to come. Your body shook with the force of your orgasm, your moans loud in the room as you felt yourself leak onto the sheets beneath you. 

“Oh, good girl,” Yoongi murmured in awe, taking his mouth off of you but continuing to fuck you with his fingers. 

“Put your dick in me,” you begged and Yoongi couldn’t help but to chuckle at your demand.

“I haven’t even taken my fingers out of you yet and you haven’t recovered from this first orgasm,” he pointed out. 

“I don’t care,” you whined. “I missed you and I want you inside of me.” Not being able to resist you, Yoongi pulled his fingers out of you and quickly sucked them clean. The sheer sight of that made more wetness trickle down your slit and you would’ve been embarrassed if it weren’t for the fact that it had been a month since you’d last had your husband’s dick inside of you. 

Quickly pushing his boxers down and using the wetness from his hand that he had fingered you with to slick up his cock, he positioned the tip against your slit before slowly pushing his way in. The groans/moans that came from the both of you seemed extremely loud, and the amount of relief that the both of you felt from finally being connected again was palpable throughout the room. 

“Holy fuck,” Yoongi groaned, gripping the sheets next to your head tight in his hands as he tried to get used to the feeling of your walls wrapped around him. 

“Fuck me,” you begged. 

“Min, give me a second,” he huffed with a laugh. “I’m trying not to come already.”

“Who cares?” You snapped. “Fuck me now.”

“Hey,” Yoongi called, taking one of his hands and placing it around your throat. “I see someone forgets their manners when they haven’t gotten fucked enough. Remember who’s in charge here baby. Got that?”

“Yes Yoongi,” you whispered and Yoongi rewarded you for your answer by fucking into you faster. You reached up and held onto the arm of the hand that he was choking you with, your nails digging into his skin as Yoongi fucked you deeply. 

“We’re never doing that dumb ass, No Nut shit ever again, do you understand me?” Yoongi announced darkly, and his tone of voice had you nodding your head in agreement instantly. 

“Never again.”

“I love you and your pussy too much not to be able to fuck it whenever I want to,” he told you. 

“I love your dick too,” you replied.

“Just my dick?” He checked with a smile. “What about the person attached to it?”

“Eh, you’re alright,” you teased, squealing when Yoongi tightened his grip around your throat. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding! I love you too!”

“You better,” Yoongi smiled, leaning down and kissing you passionately. The two of you made out fervently, your tongues sliding against each other’s as Yoongi fucked you faster.

“Yes, right there,” you gasped. “Yoongi, please.”

“What do you want baby?” He questioned. “Tell me.”

“Want you to make me come,” you whimpered, tears welling up in your eyes. “I want it so fucking bad.”

“I will baby, I will,” he shushed you. “Hold onto me.” You reached up, wrapped your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist as he fucked you impossibly deeper. Your fingers tangled themselves in his hair as your body bounced up and down the length of the bed with the force of his thrusts, your orgasm right on the precipice of overwhelming you. 

“Oh, oh God,” you moaned. “I’m gonna fucking come Yoongs.”

“Give it to me,” Yoongi grumbled and with one particularly hard and deep thrust that caused the tip of his cock to smash against your g-spot in just the right way, you began to come. Your walls clamped down around Yoongi’s cock as your body shook, and Yoongi groaned deeply as he felt your wetness splashing against his pelvis and lower stomach.

“So wet, so fucking tight, damn,” Yoongi grunted, gripping the pillow that was underneath your head as he rocked into you with all of the strength that he had. 

“Come inside of me Yoongs, please,” you pleaded.

“I am baby, I’m so close,” he told you. “Gonna be good and take it for me? Deep inside of this wet ass pussy?”

“I’ll take whatever you give me,” you promised and sure enough, with a few more thrusts, Yoongi suddenly stilled and let out a moan as his cum began to spurt inside of you. You sighed blissfully, a soft smile on your face as you felt yourself become full with your husband’s cum. 

“God, I missed that,” Yoongi chuckled. “I don’t think I’ve come that hard in a while.”

“Same, I can’t remember the last time I squirted twice in a row,” you giggled. Yoongi pulled out of you carefully before laying next to you and once he opened his arms, you moved over and snuggled into him. 

“The orgasm was almost worth the bullshit we went through this month,” Yoongi murmured thoughtfully.

“Agreed but maybe not an entire month next time,” you said and Yoongi nodded. 

“I love you Min,” he told you seriously and you smiled gently.

“I love you too Yoongi,” you replied, leaning up and kissing your husband firmly. 

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