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rafesfavgirl · 1 month

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belly piercing — r. cameron

pairing: bf!rafe x fem!reader

context: you got a belly button piercing and rafe sees it for the first time.

words: 652

warnings: fluff, mention of smut

it was a bright and sunny day when rafe convinced you to take a ride in topper's new boat with him, topper, and kelce.

you had recently gotten your belly button pierced and hadn't told rafe about it yet, so you quickly threw on one of his oversized shirts over your bikini before meeting them outside.

"hey, pretty girl," he holds a hand out to you when you reach the end of the dock to help you step into the boat.

"hey, y/n," kelce and topper both greet you as you join them, topper at the steering wheel, and kelce sipping on a bottle of beer.

"hey guys," you throw them a smile, as rafe wraps an arm around your waist and gives you a peck on the lips.

topper steers the boat away from the dock and starts heading out towards the marsh.

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topper had anchored the boat to a stop in the middle of the marsh half an hour ago, so you were all now chilling under the sun.

you were perched on a lounge chair on the opposite side of the boat's deck from rafe, topper, and kelce, who were sitting on the L-shaped couch, sipping on their beers, and talking about some girl kelce was trying to get with, while you read your summer romance book.

all three guys had lost their shirts some time around noon when the sun reached its peak, and now that it was beating down hard and causing sweat beads to scatter across your skin, you consider taking off rafe's oversized shirt to just sit in your bikini.

you contemplate it for a second, unsure of what rafe might think about your newly pierced navel, but after persuading yourself that he was probably too distracted talking to topper and kelce to even notice it, you hop up from the lounge chair to pull his shirt over your head.

little did you know, he watched your every move from the moment you stood up, his eyes trailing over your body as you took his shirt off, the diamond encrusted ring in your belly button reflecting the sunshine and immediately catching his eye.

a smirk comes across his lips as he stood up to walk over to you in the middle of topper's sentence, and sat down at the edge of your lounge chair, facing you.

it didn't take you long to notice exactly what he was staring at, as he pulled his bottom lip in between his teeth.

a newfound confidence washes over you when you realize that the look on his face meant that he was loving the new piece of jewelry on your body. "you like it?"

he tilts his head up at you, his piercing blue eyes twinkling as he reached out to grab the back of your thighs and pull you closer to him, your navel directly in front of his face. "it's sexy, baby." he glances at it again, bringing a finger up to play with it. "does it hurt?"

"it's a little sore, but nothing too bad," you tell him, your hands tangling in his hair as he tilts his head up to look at you again.

"so it wouldn't hurt if you rode me?" he kinks an eyebrow at you and pulls you into his lap so you're straddling him, your thighs on either side of his legs.

"is that something you'd like?" you tease, his face inches away from yours now.

"very much," he nods, placing his lips on yours as his hands on your lower back pushed your body closer to his.

"hey lovebirds!" kelce calls out to the two of you, and you both snap your head towards him and topper on the couch.

"get a room," topper adds, sipping his beer.

"jump off the boat and go for a swim then," rafe tells them, causing you to snicker. "give us ten minutes."

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toruslvt · 1 month

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ִֶָ yours to keep ↪ part three of mafia boss sukuna.

⋆ fluff ‹3, mention of pregnancy symptoms, reader has hyperemesis gravidarum ( heavy morning sickness, dehydration and dizziness ). this part is basically a collection of pieces ( drabbles ) from Sukuna and reader’s relationship. i can't possibly write a long fic sjdhhdh help.

I'm considering finishing the au here 🙆‍♀️ but do let me know in the comments if you think Sukuna is girl or boy's dad ^^

saying your first encounter was a coincidence is a fact, saying the ones that came after were under the same circumstances, it's nothing but a lie.

the gifts didn’t stop, nor the secret rendezvous with Sukuna’s bribing either the employees or bosses of each establishment you went to, although the man was more than eager to show off the world you’re with him now, he had to be cautious in case your daddy wished to stir some drama and forbid you to meet up with the pink haired. to Sukuna, your only daddy should be himself.

the bouquets of multiple flowers remained the same, —although most were yellow pansies. but a fresh set was always placed on your bedside table, still holding tightly onto Sukuna’s scent in each petal.

I’ll send a driver for you.

is what Sukuna had texted you that day, and in other situations you could have been thrilled, jumping around to find a suiting outfit for the occasion, although most of them ended up on his bedroom floor.

not today, i’m not feeling well.

you replied, and perhaps, you actually believed you’ll have a free day, well, for Sukuna that was text read as “please come and heal me”

I’m outside.

luckily your father was barely at home, so sneaking out was not an issue, only greeted by your bodyguard’s subtle nod, knowing better than to mess with your no-yet-boyfriend.

“what’s wrong, princess?” is the first thing Sukuna asks, a worried look on his face, one that no one besides you have seen on his usual cold facade, although his voice and hands are warm, gently tilting your chin to meet the red of his irises. “shall I call a doctor?” he suggests, arm around your waist to guide you into the black tinted car.

you shake your head, propping it on Sukuna’s broad shoulder, “it’s fine, probably something I ate” you mumble, eyelashes fluttering close at the sensation of your lover’s hand sliding down your back and settling on your belly, followed by a kiss on your forehead, “will feel better soon”

the car’s movements are enough to lull you to sleep, briefly hearing Sukuna humming against your hair, not quite content with that reply, but it will do for now.

A rebellion or loss of a very fruitful drug selling zone in the city could have made Sukuna worry, or at least that’s what his guards could have said, although none of those have happened and neither have any of his men seen the pink haired in such distress, pacing around the large, luxury filled room while his trust worthy doctor checked on you.

why did you lie? why did you say you’ll feel better when you haven’t? but he can’t get mad at you, not when you look so fragile and soft, laying under his expensive silk sheets.

“Sukuna, please stop, I told you i’m fine!” you half chuckle, heart warming at the sight of him all worried, head snapping back to meet your gaze with a scowl.

“you are not fine,” he huffs, sliding a hand through his face and slicking his hair back in a nervous manner you’ve come to notice. then a second later he’s crawling next to you, holding your hand tightly, shifting between you and the doctor drawing a bit of blood from your stretched out arm, by the look in his eyes you knew he was about to snap and tell the doctor to hurry up.

“it’s just a little dizziness,” you shrug.

and he groans, “...be quiet”

“when do you want to get married?”

you gasp, muffled words due to Sukuna’s arms around your head, keeping you against his half buttoned black shirt covered chest, “what?”

a low rumble under your cheek proves Sukuna laughed, deep and melodic, “you’re carrying my babies, of course you’ll marry me” he murmurs, more than a suggestion is a fact, one that you’re not truly against. as soon as the results were in, your now self called fiance sported the widest grin you’ve ever seen, a spark that wasn’t there before shining brightly on those eyes you’ve come to adore, “unless you don’t want to...” he trails off, mockingly hurt.

“i do...” you mumble back, gripping on the back of his shirt, “it’s just that... it won’t be easy” of course it won’t, not with your dad.

during the time you’ve met Sukuna, one thing was always permanent, and it was that cocky, self confident smirk of his, plastered on his face even though the situation didn’t require, it didn’t falter in the slightest, not even at the sight of your father grabbing a very expensive vase and tossing it in Sukuna’s direction, luckily the pink haired man easily dodged it, and the sound of broken ceramic echoed in the back.

“dad!” you yelp, placing yourself between your lover and your progenitor, “stop it!”

truly you knew it was a terrible idea, the suggestion of talking with your father on your own was not even considered by the pink haired, barely a week after your pregnancy discovery and he was more than eager to share the news, diamond ring shining on your finger, one that Sukuna promised to replace by a real engagement ring after settling things up, he, of course, didn’t mention the fact that said ring was hidden at the back of his closet.

“anyone! it could have been anyone in the world but you chose him?” your father yells, hurt dripping from his voice with a short stumble back, “what did I do to deserve this?”

you really considered that him and Sukuna would be wonderful friends, considering their love to exaggerate and play the victim’s role. “and he even got you pregnant!” he sobs loudly, face hidden behind his ring covered hands.

a quiet huff can be heard from your back, where your boyfriend stands.

“i love her,” Sukuna speaks, not before rising his brow and eyes rolling at the pointed look you gave him, “this doesn’t mean we’ll make peace, but I love your daughter, and i’ll marry her whether you like it or not.”

wondering what were the odds of two people dying at the same time, in the same spot, due to your father’s face going paler and his men having to hold him back to stop a murder attempt on Sukuna.

much against his good will, his princess deserved to be happy, even if it was with the devil himself.

Sukuna is not a man to regret his actions, following the ideal of “whatever, it’s done now” although now, his whole resolve is crumbling.

was it really a good idea to get you pregnant? the idea crossed his mind, guilt tugging on his chest as he knelt besides you, gently rubbing your back and holding your hair as you threw up for the fifth time, swallowing the urge to apologize for the nth time, he gently guides you up to wash your teeth and back to bed, his chest working as a pillow under your tired body, barely six weeks in.

“i’m sorry,” he finally speaks, tenderly rubbing your back, helping you ease the ache and nausea that crawled up your throat, “this is my fault” voice filled with concern and rage towards himself.

you barely shake your head, nuzzling on his toned chest, “t’s not your fault” you croak, “i’ll get better soon, just two or three months left”

yet the attempt to calm Sukuna’s racing heart and mind was not enough, the guilt still crawling up his chest and setting in his throat, fighting back the urge to let out a broken sound.

“i love you” he mutters instead, resting his cheek on the top of your head, hand rubbing your waist softly, “my strong, brave angel, after the baby is born i’ll give you the best wedding you could ask for” it’s a soft sigh, “... but we won’t have more babies”

you chuckle, wholeheartedly, weird how watching his beloved go through such discomfort can erase the breeding kink from someone.

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buckyalpine · 1 year

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DFB Bucky

This turned out more debauched than i intended, my bad.

No thots just -

Dads best friend Bucky.

“C’mon spread your legs for daddy” He has you straddled on top of him, lining his cock up with your soaked cunt, rubbing the tip through your folds. You whine, sinking down on him, feeling a mix of pleasure and pain at the stretch of his length. “That’s it baby girl, lookin’ so pretty for me, God damn”

Your nails dug into his thick shoulders, thigh burning from riding him up and down, your breasts bouncing in his face. It didn’t matter how many times he had you spread out like this, it always made him feral; the one person that was off limits to him, naked and riding his cock.

“Such a good slut for me sugar, my little fuckdoll” He groaned, grabbing your hips, and squeezing your ass in his hands, loving how soft your skin was. “Dirty filthy fuckin’ slut, you love fuckin’ your dads best friend”

“M’not a slut” you pout, moaning when he thrusted up from under you, nudging against that sensitive spot only he could reach.

“But you’re my slut princess, look at the creamy mess you’re making all over me, you’re so slutty baby, you’re a dirty girl, so fuckin’ naughty” Bucky couldn’t get enough of your bottom lip jutting out, chewed raw, your skin glistening with sweat, your face twisted from pleasure. He grabbed his phone, guiding you to lean back so he could capture your whole body with his cock sheathed inside you.

“Daddy, what are y-”

“Shhh, smile for me pretty baby” Bucky cooed, capturing the way your brows were knitted together, eyes glazed over. He captured another of you looking at him with those doe eyes that drove him insane. Then another of your perfect form, white cream messy on the dark hair at the base of his cock, your thighs spread across him.

“Lean back and open those legs for me, lemme see that pretty button of yours baby” Bucky murmured, gently maneuvering you till your legs were spread wide apart, your pussy stretched around his shaft. “There it is, s’all swollen huh princess, want daddy to rub it better?”

Your felt your skin heat up, burning under his gaze while he eyed you up and down, getting more pictures all just for him.

“Daddy” you whined out, collapsing on his chest, hiding away from him. You kept your face against his neck, needy whimpers slipping past your lips, sucking on his pulse point to keep your moans down. Bucky let out a soft chuckle, stroking your hair and rubbing your back, tossing his phone aside while continuing to fuck up into you.

“All shy for me, sweets? Use your words pretty girl, you want daddy to play with your clit? Make you feel good?”

“uh huh” Your voice was muffled against his neck, crying out when he started to speed up. He slammed your hips down to meet his strokes, pulling your body to his and rolling over. He pinned you against the bed, fucking you into the mattress.

“OH-F-Fuck! Da-Daddy!” Your eyes rolled back, screwed shut from pleasure.

“Open your eyes” He smacked your cheek, squeezing them together, making your lips pout, “Keep your eyes open while I fuck you, don’t you dare close them baby, look at me when I’m deep in your pussy”

You clung onto him, legs wrapped around his waist, arms around his shoulders, taking each of his thrusts, your nails scratching angry red lines down his back. He let out a growl, snaking a hand down, pressing onto your lower belly, making you feel where his tip was hitting that sensitive spot only he could reach.

“Feel that? Feel my cock in you sweets, s’deep, so deep in you, m’making a mess in there baby, there’s so much precum, m’leaking so much in you”

You clenched at the thought of his cum filling you up, usually having him pull out and covering your face instead. Your pussy dripped around his shaft at how it would feel to have him give you his full load, his warm seed pumping you up, giving you his kids, feeling him throb-

Fuck-

“Open your mouth” You obeyed instantly, sticking your tongue out, letting him spit in your mouth, humming in satisfaction when you swallowed. “You’re such a good girl for me baby, makin’ it hard for me to pull out”

Then don’t.

“I gotta pull out, huh? Better ease up sweets, choking my dick, I don’t know how long I’ll last with the way your squeezing and milking me”

Then give me your milk, daddy.

You whimpered, clenching your thighs around his waist, not wanting him to pull out. You shook your head while he let out a moan almost as if he was in pain, his body weight dropping on you.

“S’not fair princess, you know I can’t”

He couldn’t.

You were his best friends daughter.

Your dad would kill him if he knew.

He couldn't

“Ease up sweets, you’re gonna make cum in you” Bucky warned as best as he could, his pace growing sloppy.

“Put a baby in me daddy!” Your legs wrapped tighter around him, your ankles locked at his lower back. You bit your lip, looking at him with desperate doe eyes, clinging around his body, “Wanna have your baby”

“Oh God” Bucky could feel his cock swell, his balls painfully heavy, the veins running along his shaft throbbing. He worked his hips faster, giving you harsh, slopping thrusts, his feet slipping against the sheets. “You want a baby? You want my baby? I’ll give you a fuckin’ baby” Bucky moaned, pounding into you until the headboard slammed against your wall.

What the hell was he doing, he couldn’t-

“Get me pregnant daddy”

Fuck, yes he could.

“You’re gonna be a good. little. mama, n’I’m gonna be your baby daddy, n’you’re gonna be so gorgeous with that round belly and so much milk for our baby” You cried out, feeling pleasure building higher and higher, just ready to tip over as he slammed into you, his hands fisting the sheets by your head. “You gonna feed me baby?” He sucked your nipple into his mouth, his pace faltering further at the thought of your sweet milk flowing into his mouth, “Gonna give me mommys sweet warm milk?”

“Daddy, m’cumming!!” Your orgasm ripped through you without warning, clenching and squeezing his cock, making his balls tighten. Bucky let out a pornographic moan a the feeling of your scratches, legs locked at his waist not letting him pull out. His cock was rock hard, swollen beyond belief as he finally caved, letting pleasure burst through his cock.

“FUCKK” He roared against your neck, the sheets tearing under his grip as he started to pump ropes of cum into you, “That’s it, take all of my cum in that pussy, take my kids pretty girl, my filthy little baby” Bucky stilled, still dribbling into you while you panted, your body pliant underneath him. He softly stroked your hair, gently kissing your temple, your eyes growing wide when you felt his cock some how harden again almost instantaneously.

“Better have an excuse for your dad baby, cause I’m not leaving this bed till you make me a daddy”

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certifiedlovergirlsstuff · 7 months

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pillow talk

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

wc: 1K

warnings: this is post activities, so its safe. just sweet sweet fluff

summary: post sex discussions

A/N: used the prompt sweet after sex by @jasminesfury *not proofread, i’m confusing myself so badly looking at one specific sentence*

masterlist / steve harrington

the sun was setting. orange and yellow hues sparkled through the windows that the curtains let peek through. the room was quiet, the only noises coming from the shared breathing and the rustling of the bedding. the room felt hot with the door closed and the previous activity that had you and steve just laying in bed with the sheets up to your naked, sweaty chests.

steve rolled over and changed from laying on his back to his stomach, staring at his ceiling while adjusted his body so his head lay on your stomach. he had one leg in and the other out, your right leg in between. steve managed to wiggle an arm under your back as his free hand drew whatever came to mind onto your sticky belly.

a tilt to your head as it lay on the pillow, a lovesick smile tugging the seams of your lips. a hand fell on steve’s head and you began running the digits through his thick head of brown hair with a few lighter parts popping out from his time in the sun. nails scratching at his scalp to pull vibrating groans or fingers twirling strands of ruly hair around.

steve rubbed his open palm over your waist and down to your thighs before trailing up again. his wonderful lips plant wet, open-mouth kisses over your stomach and the imperfections scattered over your lower half. his nose would glide over your belly button before setting his chin just above it to peer at your with lidded eyes.

“yes, handsome?” you hummed as you pushed hair behind his ear.

“i love you.”

three words, eight letters.

the two of you have said them for years. at first just surface level meaning, friendly-familia meaning, something you say in passing to your parents as you leave the house in a hurry or friends when they do a favor for you. but eventually, the words held a different meaning for the two of you. it would be lingering touches and eye contact maintained longer that was acceptable. staring at steve’s side profile as he talked, letting your thoughts run away from you with imaginary scenarios before shaking them away and landing back to reality.

and now the words held all those meanings, silver bands wrapped around ring fingers showing the world.

“i love you too, stevie.” thumb straightening his left brow into place.

steve rubbed his thumb up and down at your hip bone. more kisses pressed to your stomach, some quick and open, some more lingering, and some with heat as he gave little bites at the skin. you would giggle or squirm, a moan pulled from your throat when the feel of his lips felt tantalizing. fingers would curl and pull steve’s hair in response, you would feel the smile as he continued his loving assault.

“you know,” lingering kisses to your lower stomach, “i can’t wait to have kids with you.”

“oh, yeah?” top teeth biting into your bottom lip to stop a smile.

steve stopped the kisses (much to your disappointment) to once again rest his chin on your stomach. it was slightly discomforting but you didn’t push him away.

“yeah. i know you don’t want many if we were to have our own. so i want an older girl so she can help keep her younger brother in line.”

you let your index finger run down the slope of steve’s nose bridge, “how long have you been thinking about this?”

the quick dart of steve’s eyes piqued your interest. he only did that when he was embarrassed by the information he was about to lay out. you didn't push him, just observed him as you waited.

you felt steve’s voice but didn’t hear it. he spoke his words into your skin and it took you a moment before you realized he said anything. you asked him to repeat it politely.

he cleared his throat. “since our third date.”

“why our third date? if this was a romance anything, you would’ve said our first date.” you weren’t criticizing, just curious. you just remember it as a fun roller rink date.

your simple question sparked a twinkle in steve’s pupils. “i know what you're thinking.” “what am i thinking?”

“that it was just a roller rink date. why is that so special to start thinking about kids? right?” a shrug was your answer. steve continued his version of the story.

“okay. well, i was getting us food and you stayed in our booth. after i placed our order i leaned against the wall so i could continue to watch you-“ “stalker.”

steve tickled at your sides, breaking you into fits of laughs and tears before you conceded. “anyway. i was staring at you, my mind just constantly saying, “you got your girl”. and then you stood up and walked to a claw game. i was gonna rush over so i could impress you, but stopped when i saw you crouch down and start talking to a little boy. then you started to play the game and after many, many, many-“ you shoved his shoulder and the both of you chuckled, “many tries. you got the boy a stuffed animal. and in his excitement, he hugged you. and just seeing the way you froze before holding him tightly with your eyes closed…”

steve trailed off and you could feel the tears wishing to fall. hands grabbing for steve’s cheeks and giving a slight tug to signal him to climb up your body. his hands sat by the sides of your chest as you planted kiss after kiss over his face. a kiss to the side of his lip and you move his head back.

“here’s a potential plan. we wait another year or two, getting more marriage on the plate and getting used to our grown-up jobs. and then from there, we could start having a bit more carefree sex and just… see what happens. what d’you think?”

steve’s eyes went side to side then to your lips and back to your eyes. “i say…” he leaned closer, lips ghosting each other as he whispered, “that’s a good plan, honey.” and he kissed you until you couldn’t remember your name, only steve’s.

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lymtw · 1 month

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Toji calling you over to his place because there's gonna be a storm and he wants you to weather it with him. If it gets too bad, you can't travel to each other, so you might as well shelter together before you lose the option to do so.

He didn't greet you in a fluffy manner, but when does he? Usually, when you greet him with a hug, it'll start out normal and then his hand goes down south towards your ass, where he'll squeeze until you break the embrace.

You expected him to be handsy and up in your space because he really can't last five minutes without touching you, but it was as if he was being powered by the storm. You were pushed to the edge of the couch by him, his body wedged between your legs as he ambushed your lips with his own. His hands firmly grounded your hips to the couch cushions as if he were silently telling you not to move. Most of the lights in his apartment were off, just a lamp illuminating the scene of you and him on the couch and occasional lightning strikes that would cast light on your face. It was pouring outside, the sound of heavy rain and thunder filling your ears.

"What would you have done alone?" He plays with the hem of your hoodie, picturing the body beneath it.

"Nothing, Toji. Absolutely nothing. And you?" You tilt your head, allowing him to kiss your neck. One of your hands settles on the back of his neck, the other makes a mess out of his hair.

"Mm..." he groans at the feeling of you scratching his scalp. "I would've beat my dick to the thought of you and those pretty pictures you send me all the time. 'M glad you're here so I can fuck you instead."

You giggle, digging your heels into the cushions as he keeps smothering you with kisses. His crushing weight is completely welcomed by you as you attempt to bring him even closer.

"This my sweater?" His hands use their privilege on your body, going under the sweater to run up and down your waist. The warmth elicits goosebumps from you, and you can't help but writhe in his hold.

"You said I could hold onto it until you remembered to take it back, and I sure as hell am holding onto it."

His gaze pins you down, lips curling at your playful sass. He knows the obsessive thoughts that go behind sharing his clothes with you. You take his sweaters and he tells you to "hold onto them until he remembers to take them back" but that's just his code for 'think of me when you get off to the scent of my cologne'. He only takes the sweater back once your perfume overpowers his cologne, and it's then his turn to fantasize about you.

"That's good, doll. It smells like you, now." He presses his face against your chest, inhaling your scent deeply. "Mhm, that's my girl."

You giggle, brushing down strands of his hair with your fingers. You swear you felt something poke you down there while Toji face was pressed into you.

He pushes the bottom of your sweater up, over your midriff, until he sees the bottom of your bra. He kisses up your stomach, sucking a couple marks above your belly button and on your ribs before reaching your bra.

"Fuck, I love that you go shirtless sometimes when you wear my hoodies."

You laugh. "Yeah, my boobs are constant victims to your manhandling."

You play with his hair as he continues to explore your skin, littering more marks on it as he works his way up to removing your bra.

"They call me, baby. Who am I not to answer?" He pushes up the cups of your bra, watching intently as your breasts are exposed. "So soft and pretty, could keep my mouth on them all day if you'd let me."

He squishes the underside of your right boob, mesmerized by its malleability. His lips latch onto your nipple, sucking on the soft skin while his hand paws at the other one. You sigh, wishing you could press your thighs together.

"Fuck," he groans. "So soft, princess. I wanna ruin you."

You look down at him, your fingers still tangled in his hair. "Who's gonna stop you, baby? Me?" You take in his lustful gaze before finishing. "Absolutely not."

You sacrificed yourself to Toji. Your words got to him in a way you didn't think they would, but because of them, he was thrusting in and out of you mercilessly. He enjoyed watching your breasts bounce with every snap of his hips into yours.

"Fuck... fuck, mama," he almost whimpers. "You did this to yourself," he pants. "Was gonna fuck you... all nice and slow this time," he chuckles, breathlessly. "But, you won't ever let me be romantic, so fuck that." His nails dig into your hips when you start arching you back off the mattress.

"Oh my- Toji, Toji, fuck!" You claw at the couch cushion, your fingers shaking as you quickly lose grip.

You see another lightning strike behind Toji, through the window. You have two amazing views combined into one, tonight.

Toji wraps your legs around his waist to keep that strict rhythm in his thrusts. He leans forward, his forearms beside your head like a cage. "Why're you crying? Pretty girl's gonna cum? 'S that what's happening?"

You nod, gasping at his precision inside you. He's abusing his ability to find your sweet spot, torturing you with every roll of his hips. You hold back a sob, your heels digging into his lower back. Toji catches your tears with his lips, savoring the slight saltiness on his tongue. "Who else is gonna fuck you to tears like this?," he mutters into your jaw. "Huh? Who else?" He huffs against your cheek.

You let out a high pitched cry, your abdomen quivering against Toji's. "O-Only... you, T-Toji. Just, you...!"

"Uh-huh. Good girl." His nose drags down your cheek, leading his lips to your neck. "Absolutely no one else," he says before attaching his lips to your delicate skin. He knows you bruise easily so he uses this to his advantage.

"A-Ah... o-ow, Toji," your nails claw at his shoulder blades. You shudder at the sharp pain in your neck and collarbone.

"Hold still, just a couple more." His hips continue rolling into you, slower as he focuses on leaving hickeys on you skin.

"F-Fuck..." you inhale sharply when you feel his teeth on your shoulder.

"Mine," he mumbles beneath your ear. "These..." he presses on the bite mark and the litter of fresh marks on your skin, making you wince, "prove that you are mine."

He straightens his posture but keeps his gaze lowered to meet your dazed expression. Your brows are pinched, and though your eyes are lidded, he can make out tiny hearts in the slivers of your eyes that remain.

"Toji?" you moan.

"Yeah?" He groans, feeling your cunt clench around him.

"Can I," you shudder at the intensity of his green eyes focusing on you, "wanna cum."

He laughs. "How did that go from being a question to being a statement? Try again, doll face."

Your thighs quiver around his hips as he picks up the pace of his thrusts again. "U-Uh... Um..." your eyes roll back for a second. "Fuck, can I cum? Please?" It came out sounding desperate. There was a slight whine in your voice.

"Keep going."

"Toji, please? Please, make me cum. Please."

Your begging was working him towards his own peak, which is why he pushed for more from you.

"How badly do you want it, because to me it doesn't really sound like you want to cum. Convince me, mama."

You felt like tearing out your hair. You were going insane with this solid rhythm of his, holding you inches away from am earth shattering orgasm. Just a little more and you'll be tossed into a pleasurable void.

"Toji, please. Pretty please. Please, I need you to make me cum."

His hips pick up the pace the more you beg, his rapid breathing now audible to you.

"Please... daddy?" You plead, meekly.

That was it. That was enough to get whatever you wanted from Toji. His eyes widened, and for a split second, his soul was in your grasp. You willingly gave it back with twinkling eyes, and in return he made you cum so hard that you thought your spine would snap from how hard you arched off his bed. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, kissing it up as you cried his name out until it didn't sound like a real word anymore.

You felt Toji tremble against you, his hips pulling back before rocking back into you, languidly. All you could hear were little shaky breaths near your ear before feeling his warmth spew inside you. You could hear his strangled groans becoming soft moans as he slowed down.

"F-Fuck, fuck, Toji," you shuddered, tensing up at the sensitivity you felt in your cunt even when he slowed down. He groans, leaving a kiss behind on your shoulder before leaning back to look at you. His dazed expression mirrored your own. He leaned forward one more time to kiss you. It was lazy and sloppy, saliva coating your lips more and more each time they brushed his.

Toji released you, sliding his cock out to see the result of such an amazing fuck. He whistles, impressed by the sight of his cum dripping out of your pussy and onto the couch.

"God, really, Toji?" You can't suppress the smile forming on your lips.

"What? You look stunning, darling. Can feel my dick getting hard again." His hand finds your knee, stroking it gently with his thumb.

"Wait, give me two minutes. Still sensitive." You smile sheepishly.

"Take your time. You're stuck with me 'til the storm passes, anyway."

You smile. "Shouldn't be too long."

"That's cute. You're trynna be gone by tomorrow?" He hisses with fake sympathy, like he's about to break bad news to you. "Tough luck, doll. Forecast says the storm should last the next four days."

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donatellawritings · 2 months

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ON MY KNEES BEGGING TO KNOW HOW BFF!RAFE FEELS ABOUT LATINA READER GETTING DRUNK OR DOING COKE LLAPLSPLSPLS!!!!!

you were the prettiest girl at the party. all tipsy and glossy eyed, plump tits on full display as they bounced around in your skimpy triangle bikini, the fat of your plush ass cheeks poking out from underneath your lily pink juicy couture miniskirt as you pranced your way around topper’s backyard, dior kitten heels sporadically clicking against the cobblestone pavement. your bronze skin shimmered under the warm sun, shiny blown out hair flowing against the slight breeze as you found yourself topping your head back, the bff locket that rafe had bought you just a few weeks against glinting as the smooth shot of tequila slid down your throat.

you loved pool parties — even more so, now that you were able to properly debut the new fuschia diamond butterfly belly ring that dangled and shined with each sway of your hips.

scrunching your cute little button nose, you let out a shaky exhale, the burn of the alcohol now dull as you quickly shoved the bitter slice of lime between your shiny and swollen lips, “papito, that burned!” you whined with a short and breathy laugh, shuddering as chills ran across your warm body.

“yeah? told y’that s’gonna be your last one tonight, a’ight?” rafe tuts, gently pulling the now wilted slice of lime from your mouth, while swiftly removing the shot glass from your small hand, his gaze on you firm as you hold up your arms with forced pouty lips, “c’mon kid — can’t carry y’around right now,” he sighs, running a quick hand over his tight jaw.

rolling your eyes you poke out a wobbly bottom lip, your gaze unsteady as you stumble into rafe’s chest, “i thought y’were my best friend, papi!” you mumbled, completely obvious to the way your needy words made rafe’s stomach flip.

drunk and all, you always knew just how to get rafe to give into your every little stupid whim — so, you saved ‘papi’ for when things had to go your way.

gently grabbing you with a light pinch of your cherub cheeks, rafe looks you over, your dewy bambi eyes struggling to remain straight, “hey! cut it out, this is why i didn’t want y’drinkin,” his hand squeezes just a bit tighter, his brows furrowed as he watches fat tears well up at your waterline, “don’t start that cryin’, mama — i will take y’home,” he reprimands lowly, his bright blue eyes stoic and stern.

it was all too much for you. the blaring trap music, your tummy swirling, brain fuzzy from all the alcohol, and now your best friend was made at you? there was only so much that a delicate girl like you could take — so, all it took was that one empty threat to trigger the waterworks.

with a small sniffle, you take a quivering breath, “y-you’re mad at me?”

pursing his lips into a firm line, rafe shares a knowing look with topper who raises his hands up in surrender, “no, princess —”

“i just wanted t-to have so-some fun! m’sorry r-rafe,” you hiccuped, pulling your face out of rafe’s grip as you rushed to knuckle away your hot tears, your swollen tits jiggling with each uneven breath you took, “m’gonna g-go home by my-myself,” you heaved, your voice squeaky.

motioning towards you with wild hands, rafe shakes his head, defeated, at topper, “m’gonna take her crybaby ass home,”

ೀ

half awake, with the side of your soft cheek mushed against rafe’s shoulder, you kept your legs securely wrapped around his waist, semi-consciously wiggling your cute ass against his supporting hand. you couldn’t help yourself, rafe was so tall, and you were so pathetically drunk — you needed to be clung to him, and it warmed your pretty little heart.

“i looove you, papito,” you sang, pressing wet and sloppy pecks to the side of rafe’s jaw as he entered his bedroom with a relieved sigh. raising your heavy head off of rafe’s shoulder, you reach a dainty hand up to squish his cheeks together, with a sickeningly sweet giggle, “best friends forever, right?” you questioned, unfocused eyes all glazed and full of intense admiration.

letting out a sharp breath, rafe nudges your locket with his index finger — you were so out of it and loopy, rafe knew that he could say anything and you wouldn’t remember it, “always be y’best friend, until y’smarten up and be my girl. how does that sound, princess?” rafe smiles, unbuckling his belt with his free hand, his other still keeping you securely hoisted around his waist.

an exaggerated gasp leaves your faded glossy lips, “thought i was your girl already, papi?” you pouted, throwing your head back with a loud huff as rafe snakes a hand up to the back of your head, lightly pushing to get your teary gaze to meet his.

“no more cryin’, y’know exactly what i mean.” rafe reprimands gently, lowering you to stand on wobbly feet as you stumble backwards, “c’mon, mama — need y’to stand up just a little bit, yeah?” rafe grabs your elbow, his sober eyes set on you as you bite down into your bottom lip, far too deep in your drunken thought.

you loved your rafey and it broke your little heart to think that he believed otherwise — and maybe it was the alcohol talking, but you needed him to know that you were his girl through and through.

“maybe you can make me your girl, one day?”

cocking his head to the side, rafe breathes out a nervous chuckle, reaching up to scratch at the nape of his neck, “yeah, sweet girl — one day,” he assured you, his heart skipping a beat at the sight of you bouncing with utter joy, your shiny eyes beaming as you flop down into rafe’s bed.

letting out a sigh of content, your swollen lips ache from your stretched out grin, “m’gonna be your girl!” you cheer, your once drowsy state now turned to a hyper fit of excitement as rafe presses his lips to the top of your head.

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mvybanks · 1 year

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the one where jj needs your touch

a/n: basically another blurb about touch starved jj because i felt like writing this again idk

warnings: suggestive, lots of body kisses, making out, mostly fluff! (i got carried away, this was supposed to be just cuddling🫣)

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the soft sound of your old tv plays in your room, mixed with the cold air of an usual night in the outer banks. your back is relaxing on the mattress of your bed while your boyfriend’s sweater hangs loose on your body, barely covering your exposed upper thighs. jj’s head is resting on your stomach, lying on his, as his torso is safely wrapped between your bent legs. your fingers gently run through his hair, scratching his scalp from time to time, which emits sounds of appreciation from the man on top of you.

one of his hands is wrapped around the naked skin of your thigh, while the other has slipped under his your sweater, feeling the warmth of your skin with his fingertips.

“wanna stay like this forever,” he mumbles, pressing his head further against you.

“me too, baby,” you sweetly murmur, sighing happily when his fingers lightly squeeze your thigh.

the hand that was resting on your clothed belly slowly pushes the sweater up, revealing your skin to his soft lips as he starts leaving sweet kisses on your stomach before placing his chin right above your belly button. your hands are still playing with his hair, when one falls on his cheek, rubbing it with your thumb.

“you’re so pretty,” he rasps, kissing your skin again as he closes his eyes; when they reopen, you notice that sparkle that you love so much in them, “my girl.”

jj reveals your nakedness even more as he begins leaving a trail of wet kisses up your stomach, his hands stroking up from your hips to your waist, causing goosebumps to raise all over your body at his touch. once his lips get to your sternum, he raises his head and the look in his eyes is full of love and adoration.

“i love you, j,” you breathe out, pushing away some of the hair that fell on his forehead.

“i love you, pretty girl,” his face gets closer to yours, “gimme a kiss.”

you smile, the sight making his chest get warmer, “c’mere.”

his mouth finally catches yours in a sloppy and slow kiss. his hands move from your torso to your thighs, keeping them wrapped around his middle as he enjoys the feeling of your naked skin. his tongue thrusts into your mouth, exploring it as if it were the first time, tasting you and moaning softly.

you lightly tug on his hair with one hand and slowly rake your nails down his naked chest with the other, which makes him let out a groan, the sound so needy that you kiss him harder, rougher, as you want to feel him everywhere. when you lightly push him away, in order to breathe, his lips stay close to yours, feeling your heavy breaths on his mouth.

“can’t believe you’re all mine,” his voice so low and raspy, you don’t know how long you can resist him, not with how his touch on your skin gets greedier with each passing second.

his nose bumps against yours and you giggle against his lips. his kisses travel down to your jaw, then your neck, until he decides to rest his head on your chest, his mouth still attached to your clothed skin. your hand stops its movements in his hair for it rests on his cheek, but the sound that comes from him makes you rethink about your decision.

his hand wraps around your wrist and puts it back on his head, “don’t stop, need you,” he whines, nuzzling his face on one of your breasts, and you have to chuckle at his antics.

your hand goes back to its previous actions, granting him his wish, “ ‘m right here, baby. don’t worry.”

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tsireyqs · 1 year

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bae we fr need the stepdad jake fic!!!

dancing with our hands tied.

pairings: stepdad! jake sully x reader

warnings: smut (18+), a tiny little bit of degradation, vaginal fingering, age gap, dilf! jake!!!!, dark content, & stepcest. please please heed these warnings, my loves!

rough bark digs into your back as you lean into the tree. jake trailing open-mouthed kisses down your neck, sucking a bruise into your pulse point as he goes down. lower and lower until his lips seal around your nipple, his thumb swirling around the other and you whine. catching your nipple in between his teeth, he bites down harshly before growling into your breasts. “keep quiet, girl.”

the bark leaves scratches along your back as you squirm under his touch. you knew your mother would question the marks tainting your skin, but you didn’t care. not when jake’s fingers dip in between your folds, gathering your arousal to circle your clit. your hands thread into his hair, clenching your legs together instinctively.

jake’s rough hands force your legs apart, his blunt nails leaving crescent shaped marks into the fleshy part of your thighs. “you gotta keep those pretty legs open for me, babygirl,” his voice is muffled against your tummy. he kisses right below your belly button, sucking marks into your skin as he reaches the spot right above your clit.

your fingers dig into his scalp and you cry, “please, daddy. need you so bad it hurts,”

jake drops down to his knees, hiking one of your legs over his shoulder. “my pretty girl’s so desperate for her daddy, huh? what do you need, sweetheart?” his head dips his lower, licking a broad stripe to your pussy and he groans against your heat at the taste of you. “my mouth?” he leaves trails of kisses to your thighs, his middle and ring finger prodding at your entrance. “or my fingers?” his slick-coated digits slip into you by the joints. he chuckles into your thigh when you tugs at his locks. “there ya’ go, need to get this pretty little pussy ready for my cock.”

your head lulls back into the tree as jake curls his fingers to you, his thumb rubbing languid circles into your clit. he stares up at you through his lashes and his pupils dilate when he watches your chest heave up and down. your teeth bite down on your lower lip hard to conceal your whines as his fingers slip in and out of your cunt so deliciously.

he abruptly pulls his fingers out of you when he feels you clench around him, your tail wrapping around his forearm to keep him against you. jake reaches up, his large hand wrapping around the circumference of your throat and he squeezes just enough to make you gasp. you couldn’t help the whine that escapes your lips when you feel the sudden emptiness.

“stupid girl, what did i say about being quiet? you’re gonna get us caught,” he hisses. his head tilts when your small hands wrap around his wrist, and he tsks, “you’d like that, huh? bet you’d love for everyone to see how filthy you are-- letting your daddy play with your pussy. what would your mother think? her precious daughter actin’ like a fuckin’ slut. imagine how disappointed she’ll be.”

your skin burns under his touch when he hefts you up to his waist, your ankles crossing at the small of his back as you wrap your legs around him. your hips roll into him and you mewl when you feel his length slip in between your folds, the head of his cock catching your clit as he teases you.

jake’s grip is harsh on your hips and his fangs scrape against your pulse point. “stay still,” his voice is clipped. your wrists fit into one of his hands as he grabs them and pins them above your head. “be good, little girl. or else you get nothing.”

nothing could have prepared you for the way he pistons his hips into you. all the air escapes your lungs as he barely gives you time to adjust to his cock and you squeal, your legs clenching tighter around his hips. his other hand finds its way back to your throat and he squeezes lightly as he fucks into you. the feeling of his balls hitting your ass at every thrust makes your pussy flutter around his length. “fuck, daddy. you’re so deep,” you babble out.

your eyes roll to the back of your head when you feel the tip of his cock kiss your cervix. he was practically rearranging your insides at this point, moving so deep inside your cunt. “just needed to be stuffed, huh? so full of daddy’s cock, takin’ it so fuckin’ well,” he sinks his canines into your throat in between praises, “m’gonna cum in this sweet cunt, babygirl.”

jake’s hands cradle your face, making you look him in the eyes. the feeling was entirely too much. his hips move faster allowing his cock to drill into you. his hand keeps a bruising grip as he keeps your hands pinned above you. and the look in his eyes makes you squirm.

he tips your head down, forcing you to look down to where your bodies connect. the sight of your slick coating his pelvis and your inner thighs causes a shiver to roll down your spine. jake laughs when you jolt under him, “look at that, girl. watch as i fill you up with my cum.”

his words send you over the edge, the coil in your tummy diminishing as his cock paints your insides. your breath is erratic when you feel his fangs bite down on your collarbone. jake rocks his hips slowly into you now, your lids slid shut to savor the feeling of him inside you. your arms wrap around his shoulders loosely as he releases your wrists and you pant into his neck.

jake rubs soothing circles into your back when he gently pulls out of you, ignoring the whine that falls from your lips. his lips place a kiss on your sternum and he glides his fingers in between your legs. he gathers the cum that oozes out of you and pushes them back into your cunt, hooking his fingers into your sweet spot. your nails dig into his shoulder, “s’too much…”

“i know, sweet girl,” he hushes your cries and lets his thumb rub gently at your clit. “but i’m not quite done with ya’ yet.”

#jake sully #jake sully smut #jake sully x reader #avatar #avatar smut #ari’s works!#uh coming back a few hours later and realizing i read the ask wrong #tw: dark content #AHAHAH #sorry sweet anon you got this instead #this is kinda embarrassing #ari’s mailbox 💌#tw: stepcest

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toji-girl · 3 months

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t. fushiguro

original ask: can we have a very very subby reader and every since she was pregnant she had just been so whiny and bratty. She doesn’t do her exercises that had been assigned by her doctor. And somehow Toji gets her to do the squats having a small vibrator slipped inside her.

tags: 18+ content only - mdni + subby pregnant! fem reader + repost from my old blog + teasing + sex toy usage + he's bossy + he refers to himself as daddy once

Toji could hear your pitful whines from the bedroom as you sat on the edge of the bed attempting to slip on a pair of shoes while he leaned against the bathroom sink hearing you with raised eyebrows.

No matter the amount of help he offered you brushed him aside with an attitude that only ended up with your ass in his hands as he groped it knowing why you were so worked up he knew you needed a little bit of a push and he wasn't one to turn down grabbing your ass.

While he brushed his teeth Toji could still hear you huff and mumble under your breath until he emerged in the doorway with his arms crossed over his chest staring at you leaning back with a pout.

"This is why we listen to the doctor, right darlin'?" He asked coming over to you before moving to make a support wall of pillows before he helped you back onto them, his hand resting on your swollen belly.

You rolled your eyes and stayed silent watching him move away from the bed to grab the small vibrating egg and the small tube of lube before he settled between your spread legs again. "What are you doing, Toji?" You asked and crossed your arms like he did earlier.

He pulled a page of your book anour d stayed quiet as he tore open the package to dribble the lube on the toy. "You're going to stop pouting and being a brat and do these squats, they're supposed to help and you don't want to do them, instead, you cry about it. Let's go."

With his help, you kept your legs bent and feet on the edge of the mattress feeling him bunch your skirt up around your waist before he rubbed your pussy first, his hot breath fanning over you as he leaned in to nuzzle his nose against your panties softly.

You gasped when he pulled the fabric to the side to expose you to the cool air before splaying you open to insert the egg slowly watching your pussy swallow it. "I should keep you nice and pregnant, you're glowing and even more needy." Toji teased as he moved your panties.

He helped you up first and grabbed the remote to the toy before guiding you to the living room and grabbing your yoga mat. "Constantly pregnant does not sound fun, and you really want to be outnumbered? We're already having twin girls. Oh, and I can't wait for them to put makeup on you, your pouty lips need some glitter gloss."

Toji chuckled and let his hand snake from your shoulders to your lower back when you stood on the mat. "You already put all that shit on my face, that gloss is sticky." He said and helped you into a squat.

You opened your mouth to reply, but instead of words coming out you whimpered making Toji chuckle deeply in your ear while his hand moved to the curve of your ass keeping you stable as he helped.

"But you love it when I wear it when I suck your dick." You shot back with a huff feeling him pat your ass and whine when he hit the button, setting the vibrator high until your legs shook from it.

With his hand supporting you, you could feel his bulge press against you as he stood behind you and made sure you could stand up straight. Your mind reverted to something more inappropriate as his hands roamed your body with a touch that spoke of a heavy desire.

Toji helped you squat up and down slowly while messing with the speed of the vibrations hearing you draw in a deep breath trying not to show him that it had an effect on you even though he could tell. His hands cupped your lower belly and lifted it gently for you.

This way there was the release of pressure making you moan out louder as you clung to your husband's arms, your hips bucking as much as they could on instinct. "Feel better? Come on, tell me. Tell daddy he's right." He husked in your ear in a breathy tone.

Up and down he helped you with your squats until you were panting and crooning in his arms like a dog in heat.

One hand slipped between your legs to circle your clit feeling you weaken and melt in his arms. "Shh, I got you baby." He reassured you, his lips leaving open-mouthed kisses on your neck and shoulders.

"You--oh--you are such a bastard at times!" You cried out when he grazed his teeth along your pulse point chuckling deeply while his hand moved further down to start fucking you with the vibrator.

His mouth moved to the other side of your neck with another chuckle. "But you like it." He shot back with a grin as he moved back with you in his arms to sit on the couch with you sitting between his legs, Toji was gentle about the entire thing until you were seated.

His hands now moved to your shoulders letting the toy continue until your orgasm crashed over you like a warm wave, your pussy sucked the egg further in your silken walls pulsed around it, Toji's name fell from your lips as you turned your head to kiss him deeply. "Thank you for being a bastard who helped me out, I love you." You hummed.

He smiled widely stretching the scar on the corner of his mouth as he removed the toy from you to suck it clean while never breaking eye contact. "Now we have more exercises to do, I think these ones you have to be on your hands and knees." He teased with a laugh.

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ozarkthedog · 2 months

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𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞

18+ mdni

warnings: shotgunning. slight thigh grinding. no spoilers wc: 649

“Where’re you runnin’ off to?” Lucien asks, stopping you in your tracks.

You spin on your heel on the edge of the dimly lit patio, your summer dress twirling in the warm night breeze as you face the dark-haired beau. He tips his head back, keeping his burning eyes on you as he blows a trail of smoke into the midnight sky.

The tendons in his throat glide under his dewy, golden skin. Your cunt clenches at the thought of getting your mouth on him, tasting him.

An alarming darkness washes over his face as he presses the cigarette between his lips. His feral eyes zero in on your frozen state as he stalks toward you like a panther in the jungle—calm and relaxed, ready to sink its claws into unsuspecting prey.

Before you have a second to think, Lucien winds a thick arm around your waist and tugs you against him. He’s big, warm, and so fucking broad. The cigarette hangs limply from the corner of his mouth as curls of sandy hair fall across his forehead as he backs you up and into the large brick wall surrounding the patio. Your hands instinctively rest on his chest; the satin button-up is butter-soft, and you can’t help but dig your fingers into the firm muscles hidden beneath.

He smirked, but it didn’t reach his eyes as he lifted his free hand and cupped your jaw. Those wicked irises tempt you deeper into the murky darkness. You can’t tell which way is up, tumbling in the black as he presses a solid thumb between your lips.

Your eyes bug at the intrusion. A heavy wave of arousal crashes into your belly, making you wantonly moan around his digit. He tastes like a mix of ash and cabernet as he grinds his half-hard cock into your belly. Your eyes flutter like you’re staring at an eclipse as your lips close around his thumb without thinking.

“Keep that pretty mouth open for me.” Lucien softly commands with a thick, sultry voice that drips down your spine like molasses. He presses on your tongue, tugging your jaw open. “Thatta girl.”

His cheeks hollow as he takes a deep breath. He holds the smoke in his lungs for a beat. Dark eyes wash over you as you innocently wait for his next command. He holds your stare before pulling the cig from his mouth and leaning in. His plush lips barely graze your own as he exhales, releasing the smoke into your mouth. His thumb rubs along the edge of your lips, encouraging you to inhale his offering as he presses you into the rough wall.

You breathe in, letting the ashy smoke burn your insides. His lips pull into a smirk, and he hums. Your eyes water from the fumes, and you sputter, coughing out the remaining smoke.

Those sinful eyes travel the expanse of your face before moving south, down your neck to your exposed clavicle, and between the valley of your breasts. He takes his time like he’s considering his next move as your chest anxiously rises and falls under his calculating gaze.

He chuckles under his breath and lifts the cigarette to his lips once more. “Looks like we’ll have to work on that.” The cigarette bounces as he speaks, the tip burning red hot like the arousal dripping from your cunt.

He crowds you, pushing you further into the wall, and slots a burly thigh between your legs, forcefully grinding your throbbing core. A pitiful whine tumbles from your lips, and he cups a heavy hand along your jawbone and presses a deft thumb on your chin, keeping you locked in place.

“Don't worry now," He muses, shifting his thigh back and forth, pulling a wreaked gasp from your throat. "The smoke won't be the only thing you'll gag on tonight."

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mvltisstuff · 8 months

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teenage fever - p.p **

summary: peter helps cool his girl down after she gets in trouble at school

peter parker x reader

smut warning pookies 🤭

“got detention today, don’t have to drive me home :(“

peter saw the text the second it arrived, happy to see y/n’s name flash upon his screen. however, his face matched the emoji she put when he noticed what it said.

“what happened? i’ll pick you up and we can head back together after, okay?”

she left a little thumbs up on the message. “i’ll explain later, i’m just annoyed rn”

so, he waited in the parking lot for her. he never minds waiting for her, especially when it’s as rare as this. she never gets in trouble, she’s always been a good student, so he’s completely lost as to why she’s being punished. he sits in his car on his phone for a bit, still pondering why she may have gotten detention.

he saw her walk out of the back doors of the school, heading toward his car with her bag slung over one shoulder. he could instantly see the frustration on her face, and was ready to listen and be the best boyfriend he could.

she walked up, opening the door and sighing as she sat in the passengers seat. “you’ll never fucking guess.”

“i really don’t think i could,” he replies, looking into her face that almost has a smirk on it.

“my shitty calc teacher, right?”

“mhm, go on.”

“she reported my outfit to the office and gave me a detention for being disrespectful about it. all i said was that my outfit was fine! people wear shit like this all the time, and suddenly it’s a problem when i do it?”

peter realizes that he hasn’t gotten a good look at y/n today. at least he hasn’t seen her around school when they have this schedule. so, he takes his time now to scan the outfit that the math teacher supposedly hated.

her hair was pulled back lightly, a few pieces left out in the front. it shaped her face beautifully, the face peter admires every day. he looked down to her top, it was white with thin straps, the ends almost going into a corset-type of look. her waist was perfectly shaped, the one that peter always runs his hands down when standing beside her. the top pushed her boobs up as well, complimenting her lovely round breasts and cleavage that she showed. her shorts were just under her belly button, the dark blue showing off her hips and the way her thighs looked. he tried to sneak by a peek to her ass, turning peter into a hormonal freshman again. he takes in her entire figure, thinking about all the times he’s touched it, kissed it, pleasured it.

“you good?” y/n asks, her brows furrowing when they notice the blank stare on peters face. “babe, stop staring at my boobs, i’ve had enough of that today.”

“sorry!” he exclaims. “i think your outfits good- or hot- well you always look beautiful no matter what you wear.”

“thanks,” she smiles, seeing through his act. just by the way she looks at him, peter can feel himself getting warmer. every single time she fans her lashes while she looks up at him sends goosebumps down his arms, leading to his crotch as he shuffled uncomfortably in the driver seat. “you’re so funny sometimes.”

“what?” he asks.

“i just turned you on by stepping into this car, peter. don’t act all innocent on me,” she tells him, tilting herself more angled toward him. he notices the way her arms get closer together, pushing her tits together and peter can feel himself getting harder. “wow, maybe my teacher was right. maybe i am too distracting.”

she pulls a grin onto her face, letting her hand rest on his thigh. he shivers lightly, placing his own hand on top of hers. she places a hand on the side of his face, pushing his lips against her own. just by kissing her boyfriend, y/n could almost forget about the trouble she was in. she’d do it all again if it lead her to this, though. his hand brushes against her knuckles, lightly floating her hand over his sweatpants.

they are both fully facing each other, eyes shut as they fall into the others mouth. peter could always make her feel like they were the only people in the world, and no one else mattered.

he could easily taste the flavored gloss she had on, the scent instantly entering his nose as she inches closer to him. his fingers ran over her jaw and over her hair, admiring the silky strands on her head that he loved so much. he wishes the noises she made were louder, so he could hear her little noises perfectly, just the ones that turn him on more. it lasts for minutes, her hands trailing down to his thick biceps from all the crime fighting he did. her touch was always warm besides the cool feeling of her few rings on his skin. he let himself wander down to her waist, caressing the side before landing them onto her hips.

“y/n,” he groans into her mouth, pulling away slowly to lean his head against hers.

“shh,” she cuts him off. “i know what you want.”

“i want you to wear this every day.”

“yeah, yeah,” she mumbles, chuckling at him as he writhes under her touch. one of his hands still remains on her hip as she starts to inch her fingers into the waistband of his sweatpants. he can feel himself getting antsy for her to touch him, to do anything to him to relieve the pressure in his body.

his wish is her command in an instant, helping him to pull down the sweatpants past his crotch to reveal his boxers underneath. when she peels down the boxers, his hardened dick is immediately in her grasp, her mouth watering just by looking at his. she leaves a soft kiss on his tip, only relieving an gram of tightness through his abdomen.

she wraps her hand around his shaft, starting to pump lightly and gets the sweetest moan from peters lips. she adores seeing him like this, the way he falls into her grasp and lets her please him. “jesus, y/n.”

“i know, baby,” she smiles up at his blushed face while he looks at his favorite sight. she takes her tongue and drags it up the underside of his dick, wrapping her mouth around him and keeping her hands on the end. peters hands fly around the place at the intensity, not knowing where to put them until he places one on y/n’s head and the other on the side of his thigh.

she bobs her head up and down on him, sucking his dick with such ease that it makes him more turned on than he’s ever been. he hates to think of this, but he thinks of her in that class, her perfect body on display for him as the teacher eyes her.

the way his dick throbs and jumps makes her feel the arousal form in her heat, just knowing that she’s completely wet over hearing peters moans for her. she pulls back, letting the saliva form in her mouth before sucking her mouth back onto him. she looks over at his veiny hands clutching the car door, his chest heavily breathing and heart pounding. “y/n, fuck i’m really close.”

she signals to him that he can come by just continuing her motions on him. her extra hand moves down to his balls while she fondles them as he groans out into the thick air of the car. when he finally reaches his orgasm, his cum coats the inside of her mouth, settling in her tongue as she wipes some from her lip. he laughs when he watches her swipe some off her chin and swallow the rest, only finding it hotter as he gets hard again.

once peter catches his breath again, he loops his finger through the belt holes in her shorts, pulling them up toward him and he’s able to see the curve of her ass in them and he watches her thigh swing over him, just remembering all the times he’s been in-between them.

“wait,” he starts. “get these off.” he points to the shorts, helping her peel them off her legs to noticed the lacy pair of panties she had on underneath. he doesn’t bother to take her shirt off, not wanting to waste another moment where he’s not inside of her. “you look so hot today, baby.”

“thanks, peter,” she grins against his lips. “but i can just tell from how hard you are right now.” she grinds herself into his crotch, the fabric of her underwear rubbing against him, making him moan. he reached down, moving her panties to the side and runs his fingers through her warm folds. she pushes her warmth up against his dick, sliding his length through her slick pussy.

“you’re this wet for me already?”

“you’re crazy if you think i haven’t been this wet for you all day.” she whispers into his ear. “honestly, there wasn’t a period today that i didn’t think about you fucking me in this car, peter. even in detention.”

“it’s a good thing mr. stark tinted my windows, can’t see anything in here.”

she continues to rock her hips against him before he reaches underneath them. he shoves two of his fingers into her vagina, craving the taste of her on his tongue. she sighs out at the feeling of him filling her with just two of his fingers, only to be disappointed when he pulls them out again.

he brings them to his mouth, sucking on his fingers before reaching back down to his own dick, slipping it through her folds before sinking into her pussy.

they moan out simultaneously, instantly feeling somewhat relieved of the horniness they felt early. he still grabs a hold of her waist, helping bounce her up and down on his shaft as he moans out sweet nothings in her ear. “oh my god, y/n, this feels so good.”

she runs her fingers through his hair, ruining the small amount of gel he had applied that morning. his own arms reached around, pulling her into his chest and having her lean against him, his head fully in her soft tits and he was finally in heaven.

he reached another one of his hands down, circling her clit with his thumb and getting closer with the thought of him inside of her. he starts to tease the small nerves, making her moan out and pull him closer against her. “holy shit, peter!”

he starts thrusting up into her, using his lower body to slam into her repeatedly. he admired the way her boobs jiggle to the action of him fucking her. the coil in his stomach only began to tighten more, knowing that his second orgasm was close. he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to contain himself and resist cumming inside her warm pussy, but luckily birth control exists.

“peter, i’m gonna cum,” she announces, feeling his thrusts get choppier inside of her. “fuck, fuck, fuck! peter!” she utters out to each of his last thrusts before feeling his own release warm inside of her. the fireworks inside of her went off, feeling the intense stream of pleasure through her nerves. her heart thumps against her chest as she comes down from the high, peters thrusts only being slow and sensual now.

“god, i’ll never get enough of you.” peter mumbles into her neck, giving it light pecks as they both relax in each others arms.

“thank you,” she says.

“for what?”

“well, first of all for that awesome sex, and second, just for being there. you didn’t have to wait for me.”

“i’m glad i did, trust me. i’ll always wait for you.” he tells her, making a cheesy beam grow on her mouth. “i love you.”

“i love you, too, peter.” she plants one last kiss to his lips before moving back to her own seat.

lil extra smth

when peter and y/n walk in together, he slightly trails behind her, noticing the lightness and excitement in her mood. she walks into the room, the fellow avengers sitting around. sam, bucky, and steve were all playing cards games at the table as nat watched over them. tony sat on the couch, reading over something about him that was released in the news paper.

they hear friday announce that y/n and peter have arrived, and they surely didn’t expect a bubbly y/n in her outfit to come waltzing in. “hi, guys!” she says, looking around and giving them a nice smile as peter walks in, too.

“what’s got her so bubbly today?”

“i got a detention today!” she says, with no apparent upset on her face. “sorry we’re later than normal.” she looks at nat next making eye contact and winking at her as she skips away to her room. peter trails behind, almost shamefully walking away from the rest of them. nat just looks at her drink smirking while it swirls in the cup, knowing exactly what’s got y/n so thrilled. she gives a certain face to everyone else, signaling what went down.

“are you kidding me?” sam complains. “you’re telling me parker got laid today and i didn’t?”

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coryosbaby · 8 months

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Sleepy

Fandom: “Saw”

Pairing: Dom! Mark Hoffman x bimbo! Reader

Synopsis: On Friday nights, Mark comes to your apartment.

Cw: established relationship, age gap, nsfw . Rough sex, spanking, oral (m recieving), anal fingering (f recieving), creampie, cum play, breeding

It starts innocent— Mark, your beautiful and slightly sadistic hard working boyfriend, slides under your ruffled pink sheets. Although you haven’t moved in with each other quite yet, it’s not uncommon for the man to let himself inside your apartment on friday evenings. Cool air against the bare skin of your ankles gives way to Mark’s warm touch, his big hands wrapping around your calves, stroking the soft muscle there. Your eyes flutter at the sensation. You had fallen asleep waiting up for him, but you could recognize his touch even in slumber.

“Mark?” You murmur. Your sleepy eyes look up at him with a doe expression, and Mark thinks you’re completely gorgeous like this.

“Mhm.”

You lift yourself up, smiling as you wrap your arms around his neck. His smell— cologne, laundry detergent, a scent of something herbal— invades your senses. You breathe it in gratefully, thankful that Mark has come home safe and unharmed. Fingers in his hair, you pull him on top of you. A small chuckle emits from the man’s chest, his hand going down to your waist and his other wrapping around your neck in a sort of non threatening chokehold. His thumb brushes against your bottom lip. You nick at it teasingly with the tip of your tongue.

“Missed you so much, sweetheart.” Mark coos. You push up against him, the pink two piece pajama set adorning your body rubbing against the fabric of his pants. He lets out a little breath when your hand moves against the outline of his cock.

“Missed you, daddy.”

“You talkin’ to me?” He says, as his fingers dip into the waistband of your juicy couture shorts. “Or are you talkin’ to my dick?”

“Both.”

His fingers rub up against your slit, the wetness seeping through your pretty pink thong. At the feeling of the fabric touching his fingertips Marks out a growl.

“Were you waiting up for me?”

A nod. And then, spilling roughly from his lips, “Naughty fucking girl.”

His mouth crashes to yours, hot and heavy and aching with lust. It’s been only a few days since he’s saw you, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t going to pummel your guts like it’s been a year.

Your tongue slips into his mouth eagerly, feeling up the whites of his teeth. His fingers rub harsh circles into your clit and your hands go to the sleeves of his work suit.

“Off,” you whine to him. “Want all your clothes off.”

“I know, honey, I know.” he chants, as you thrust against the hardening bulge in between his legs. He slips off his coat, then begins to undo his tie. His chest is exposed to you as he unbuttons his shirt. Beautiful and muscled, with a bit of softness along the bottom of his tummy, he’s the most perfect man you’ve ever seen.

You bring yourself up to kiss his chest— then his shoulders, his pecks, grazing along his nipples and nibbling softly, making him let out a heavy groan. Then you move down to his lower belly and nuzzle your face into the skin there.

“Enjoying yourself?” Mark muses, as you wrap your arms around his waist. You’ve missed him so much.

“Yes, daddy,” you reply sweetly. You toy with his belt for a moment, rubbing your thumbs against the buckle. “Wanna suck you…”

“Get to it then, angel.”

Hands grasping the leather, you pull it from the loops. His pants button comes undone next, and then the zipper. The tight black briefs are now the only thing keeping you from your most prized possession.

You lean down and nuzzle your face against him again, only now on his thighs. He’s so hard, practically throbbing as he watches your eyelashes flutter shut and your mouth run over his aching, clothed shaft. Drool practically leaks out of the corners of your mouth as you taste him through the fabric. You look up to see Mark’s bottom lip caught between his teeth, his eyes looking down at you with a predatory stare.

Your fingers grip his waistband. You pull it down until his aching prick springs free, slapping against his stomach and dripping with arousal. You take his tip into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it. He groans, heavy, balls clenching up. He has so much cum to give your sweet cunt.

“Good girl, baby,” he praises, when you sink your lips down to his base. You choke a bit, but that doesn’t stop you from going so far down that the dark hair at his base is used as a pillow for your nose and lips. He always asks if it bothers you, and it doesn’t. Quite the contrary, in fact. You breathe him in and something deep and primal stabs into your guts— much like his girthy length. You move up and down, up and down, making sure to palm what you can’t take in your small hands, making sure to make the man you practically devote yourself to feel the best he can possibly feel.

And by the sounds he’s making, you seem to be doing a good job. Grunts, groans, and the occasional whimper escape from Mark’s plump lips, his head throwing itself back in ecstasy.

You can tell he’s close by the way his thighs begin to shake and quiver. You pull off of him, quick to leave one more little kiss to his cock before kissing him harshly on the mouth once again. He groans into you, grabbing your hair with a harsh grip. He turns your body over and pulls your ass up to him. Too impatient, he decides to just pull your shorts down and push your panties to the side. He slaps his cock against your clit, once, twice, making you mewl.

“Whose pussy is this?” He asks gruffly. You cry out, cunt trying to suck the tip of him as it runs along your seam.

“Yours, daddy,” you whimper. “It’s all yours. Fuck it, please, need your fat cock so bad, daddy…”

Mark lets out an animalistic noise, slowly but heavily sliding himself inside your tight snatch. It’s always hard for you to take him, his cock being so large and all, but your arousal lubricates him perfectly. And when he looks down it takes everything in him not to tear you open right then and there. Your cute little cunt, all spread out on his big dick, pussy lips wrapped tightly around him, clit bulging and throbbing.

“You’re a dream,” Mark growls. You clench around him, his voice and smell making your brain hazy. “A goddamn dream— fuck, you little slut.”

He begins to fuck into you, holding your thong to the side and watching the way your behind jiggles with every thrust. Hitting his thighs over and over, he’s hypnotized by the fat of your ass. The creamy sounds of your pussy, along with smacking sounds, is quite loud throughout the room. Mark grabs your hair and yanks you up so your back arches more. Squealing, you grab his hands in an attempt to loosen his grip. But knowing how brash the man can be, you know he won’t let up anytime soon.

“Just like that,” he grunts against the shell of your ear. “Daddy’s little girl is so pretty, isn’t she? Couldn’t wait for his cock to fill you up, huh? Couldn’t wait for his load all in your guts?”

You try to nod, but all that comes out is a desperate and loud moan.

“It’s so good! Yes, need it harder, need more..” you cry. Mark chuckles, dark— he knows exactly what you’re asking for. His hand comes down to your ass, and he gives it a light smack as if to tease what’s about to come. You grind back, trying to get his hands back on you again. “Please daddy!”

He slows. Brings his hand up. It comes down hard— as if all his frustrations and anger come out into one particular spank. You cry out desperately, but your pussy quakes. Fuck, it feels good to be hit by him. And when it comes down again, and again, and again, your orgasm draws even more closer. He begins to pound you like you’re a worthless sex doll used for his own pleasure. He pounds you like you’re a desperate whore who’s on her deathbed for some cock— and in a way, you are. It’s not long before his strong hands are ripping the shorts and panties away from you. How he has the strength to cause such a rip in the fabric, you don’t know. He presses your back against his chest and rips your tank top down your chest. Your tits are exposed, nipples puffy and swollen.

“Slutty fuckin’ tits,” he huffs out, tweaking a nipple in between his fingers. Your eyes roll back, and he smacks the pebbled buds harshly. “Slutty little cunt… slutty little ass—“

His thumb plays with your puckered hole, and you gasp when he spits down into the seam of your ass. Lubricating it, he slides his thumb in. The burn of the stretch hurts but it’s not unbearable.

“Yeah, dirty bitch,” Mark’s gasping, hot, bringing his lips to yours and clashing the both of your teeth together. “Love having that little asshole played with…god, I’m gonna cum, baby.”

You nod, pushing back, clenching.

“Give it to me, daddy! Fill my hole up with your cum, it needs you, needs your fucking cum—“

And with a ferocious yell and one last thrust, he spills balls deep inside your pussy. Fucking himself through his orgasm, his cum seeps out the edges of your dripping seam. His fingers come down to your clit, his thrusts weak and his cock overstimulated, but he’s desperate to make you cum. A few circles rubbing into your swollen button is all it takes for you to scream and finally hit your peak. Your vision goes white, your ears ringing, and you swear your body dies and goes to heaven for a moment.

Warm and filled and used, you rest there for a moment with Mark. Just basking in the afterglow, in the feeling of him inside you. After a while, he speaks.

“You okay?” He asks. You nod, a dazed smile forming on your lips.

“Never better.”

He pulls out of you slowly. Watching his cum gush out of you and run down your legs almost makes him hard again, and he presses a finger into the puddle of creamy spend dripping out of you.

“Push it all out.” He states, dark. “Let me fucking see it.”

You do, making sure to let all of it drip out as much as you can. He came a lot, and your pussy is practically overflowing with his seed. You scoop up some with your finger, licking it all up and looking behind at your boyfriend with glazed eyes. He watches, hypnotized by your lips wrapping around the white substance.

“That’s my girl.” He says. “My good little girl.”

And you know you are.

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souryoong · 7 months

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dinner plans cancelled! | jhs

SUMMARY: you and hoseok have dinner plans, but one thing leads to another and well…they’re cancelled.

PAIRING: hotboyfriend!hoseok x f!reader

GENRE: smut (18+ readers only)

WORD COUNT: 880

WARNINGS: tongue kissing, making out, ass grabbing, reader is wearing a skirt, biting/marking on hobi’s part, oral sex (m. receiving), sloppy blowjob, very very messy, spit (?), hobi ruins her makeup, somewhat throat fucking lol, reader is kind of henced to have big boobs lolll, nipple play (minor), praise kink?

AUTHORS NOTE: plot twist, ash actually still writes!! this is kind of similar to something I wrote for txt’s yeonjun sooo if you read that and think that it’s the same umm…yeah it kind of is. I don’t consider it plagiarism if it’s my own work. I wouldn’t sue myself!! anyways hobi is quite hot in this so enjoy this comeback of mine.

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“We don’t really have time, Hobi.” You spoke, kissing along Hoseok’s jawline as you unbuttoned his white collared shirt.

“We do.” Hoseok breathed out; the sentence punctuated by a bruising kiss. Your back was shoved against the wall of your kitchen, the sudden movement startling you.

The both of you were trying to get out of the house for dinner reservations, but one thing led to another, and now you were both half undressed.

His hands slipped underneath your skirt, squeezing at the backs of your thighs and towards your ass. His grip was so hard that you moaned into his mouth.

That gave Hoseok the perfect opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth; sloppily tongue kissing you, ruining your lipstick.

His lips made their way down your neck, leaving wet kisses. Feeling Hoseok start to suck and nibble at your skin, your fingers pulled on his hair slightly; making him let out a moan.

“Hobi, I cannot walk around with hickeys.” Your voice was breathier than you wanted it to be. You always preferred Hoseok to mark you up where only you and him could see, but sometimes he had other plans.

“I won’t.” Hoseok eased up on your neck, now only kissing softly. “But god you’re so hot. All mine.” He kissed behind your ear before biting down onto the curve of your ear, emitting a whine from you as you placed your palm onto his chest.

Hoseok hiked your skirt up, bending one of your knees up against his waist. He touched your jaw with his fingertips, making you turn your face towards him before kissing you again.

As you kissed him, you moved your hand from his chest, and down to his bulge that was very prominent through his jeans. The contact made him groan and grind his hips into your hand.

Hoseok broke the kiss, smirking. “Hey, don’t tease me.” His lips were slightly glossy from kissing you. “What happened to ‘we don’t have time’?”

“Hmmm.” You started undoing his belt, then his pants. “But I don’t think this will take very long.”

“Fuck.” Hoseok swore under his breath when he realized what you were doing.

You slowly got down onto your knees in front of him; the sight of you getting Hoseok harder by the second.

He bit down onto his bottom lip, combing his fingers through your hair.

Once you pulled down his jeans, you leaned forward, planting a few kisses below his belly button.

Hoseok sharply inhaled, his stomach tightening. Finally, you hooked your fingers underneath the waistband of his underwear, pulling them down just enough to release his cock; painfully hard and leaking precum.

Hoseok’s fingers were still in your hair as you leaned forwards, grabbing at the base of his cock with one of your hands. You let a glob of spit fall from your mouth onto the tip and used that to stroke him a few times before sliding into your mouth. You instantly let him hit the back of your throat, earning a throaty moan from him.

“Fuck. Just like that.” Hoseok muttered, leaning his head back, then looking back down at you. “That’s my girl.”

His deep moans were going right to your core, and you shifted on the floor for any kind of friction, earning a smirk from Hoseok.

You released him from your mouth with a pop, panting to catch your breath. You reached up to stroke him once more, pressing your thumb against the tip.

“Hang on.” Hoseok’s voice had a sudden rasp to it, making you look up at him eagerly. He reached, pulling your strappy top down, making your boobs practically spill out. He toyed with one of your nipples, making you let out a whimper. Hoseok smirked “Look so pretty for me.”

You had no doubt in your mind that your makeup was for sure ruined by now. The intricate eyeliner that you spent all that time on was now about to run down your cheeks, and your lipstick was long gone.

You took the tip of his cock in your mouth again, swirling your tongue around the tip, making Hoseok shudder from sensitivity. You hollowed your cheeks, sucking him in, and bobbing your head on his length. Hoseok’s hands were in your hair again, this time he had somewhat of a grip on you, a whine spilling from his kiss swollen lips.

You felt his cock twitch, and you changed your rhythm, feeling him hit the back of your throat repeatedly. Your eyes were watering now, and you were sure he was bruising the back of your throat, but you didn’t stop.

“Fuck. Fuck.” Hoseok panted, coming close to his own high.

He pulled you away from him, making you finally gag, a string of saliva going from your lips to his cock. You swallowed thickly, and it took you by surprise when he grabbed you by your throat and leaned down; sloppily tongue kissing you.

He pulled away, still close to you.

“Oh no, Hobi.” You started. “The time. Don’t we have to–“

You didn’t even get to finish your sentence.

“No.” Hoseok used his thumb to wipe your ruined eye makeup. “Because now, I don’t care about the reservations. Go to the bedroom.”

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guacala · 1 year

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Bella ramsey x reader and the reader like leaves hickies on bella without them realizing and bella goes to set/ an interview with it and Pedro makes fun of them

hickeys, bella ramsey

masterlist pairing: bella ramsey x fem!reader summary: you leave hickeys on bella and when she shows up to an interview with them, pedro makes fun of them word count: 1k warnings: suggestive themes (reference to previous smut), language, pedro annoying bella, but mostly a lot of fluff a/n: bellie and pedge have my whole heart. i used she/her pronouns for the reader since you didn’t specify which you preferred, lmk if you want me to change it. also, im sorry it took so long (writer's block is a bitch) and if it seems like it’s on crack, its probably cause i was listening to queen shaki and lana del ray while writing this… <3

you wake up to the morning light, a lazy smile making its way on your face as you roll over to see Bella choosing out some rings from your small jewelry box.

“good morning sleepy,” they say, looking over at you with a smile as you get up to sit criss-cross applesauce on the edge of your shared bed.

“g’morin’,” you say, eyes still half closed and reaching out towards Bella.

they walk into your arms, their own wrapping around you.

“you sleep well?” they ask, pressing a kiss to your forehead, knowing how much morning breath kisses bothered you.

you nod against them, leaning further into their touch, “you?”

“mhm,” they hum in agreement, pulling away from you to finish getting ready.

you take in the outfit that they had chosen for their day full of interviews, starting from the black jeans that fit them way too well, up to the black and white button-up with green accents, which was technically yours.

“pretty,” you say, sleep still clear in your voice as you slightly drag on the e.

“thank you, babe,” they say, and your eyes trail up to their face to see their smile grow, but something else catches your eyes and makes you do a double take.

“um, Bells?” you say, awake now, with wide eyes, and you can feel your face getting hot.

“yeah?” they say in response.

“um…” you start to say, but words escape you.

“what's wrong?” they ask as they take in your embarrassed state.

“your- um- well- i- just come here,” you say, getting up and walking over to the bathroom as they follow you, concern clearly written on their face.

“what is it?” they ask, and you simply point at the mirror, watching their face, carefully, as they look at where you're pointing.

their eyes widen, and their jaw drops in amusement as they take in the trail of purple and red marks starting at their neck and going down under the shirt.

they start to laugh, and you hide your face in your hands.

“i’m sorry, i-” you start to apologize before Bella cuts you off.

“no, don’t say sorry, i should be the one apologizing, yours are way worse,” they say with a soft but teasing smile as you finally take your face out of your hands to look at yourself in the mirror.

you take in the matching marks left by Bella all over your neck, and when you pull the neck of your hoodie down slightly, you see more marks littered all over your collarbone. you bring your other hand up to gently trace over them.

“gorgeous, gorgeous girl,” they whisper as they walk behind you, wrapping their arms around your waist and pressing feather-like kisses on the bruises that were starting to form.

“but you have interviews all day, and now you’re gonna have to be in makeup forever,” you say, turning around to face Bella, their arms still holding you close to them.

“it’s okay,” they say with a laugh, and when you look up at them, they mumble under their breath, “i kind of like them anyway.”

a shit-eating grin makes its way on your face as you laugh softly. “well if anyone gives you shit for them, it's not my fault.”

“what do you mean! of course it is!”

“i dunno,” you shrug, “it's just not.”

“well, you’re clearly not fully awake yet,” Bella says, giving you a small kiss, “i left you breakfast, but i have to go right now, or i’ll be yelled at even more.”

“no, don't leave me yet!” you whine as you hold Bella tighter, and they press another kiss on your temple.

“i know, i don’t wanna, but i have to,” they say, and you finally let them go.

“i love you,” they call out as they grab their stuff and start walking out.

“i love you more,” you respond.

“not possible,” they say as they close the door behind them, leaving a smile on your face.

⭒⭒⭒

when Bella arrives at the interview site, they are immediately rushed into hair and makeup as they scold them for the visible marks on their neck.

“Bella, what the fuck!” their makeup artist, Tori, complains as she starts grabbing concealer and foundation in an attempt to cover them up.

“i’m sorry, i’m sorry! blame my girlfriend!” Bella whines.

“you’re just lucky that you’re already dressed,” Tori mutters under her breath, and as she starts to apply the first of many layers of makeup, the door to the room opens up.

“Bellie!” Pedro yells when he walks in, acting as if they hadn’t seen each other in years.

“hey Ped-” Bella starts to say but gets cut off by a gasp coming out of his mouth.

“shit Bella, your neck,” he says in shock as Bella hides their face in their hands, causing Tori to roll her eyes.

“i know, i know, blame her, not me,” Bella says, referring to you, as Tori moves their head to the side.

“oh, i highly doubt that,” he says, laughing harder by the second as Bella’s face starts to get red.

“what's that supposed to mean?”

“that knowing both of you, the poor girl is probably ten times worse.”

“Pedro!”

“am i wrong?”

“well-”

“am i?”

“...no.”

“see!”

“whatever,” Bella groans as they roll their eyes and throw their head back.

“let’s just hope that makeup covers all of that up, 'cause little Bellie went to town last night,” he says, laughing again as Tori nods in agreement.

Bella turns to flip Pedro off, but Tori quickly slaps their hand away and tugs their head back to the side, making Pedro let out another laugh, which causes Bella to cross their arms.

⭒⭒⭒

it takes some time to get them both ready, but once they are, Bella turns to Pedro.

“just... don’t tell Craig,” they say, holding out their pinky to Pedro, and he links them together, nodding, as they walk out to meet Craig and Neil.

“hey, Craig!” Pedro yells as they get closer, “guess what Bell-”

“PEDRO! NO!” Bella yells in distress, and Pedro just crackles and leans in toward them.

“man child,” Bella mutters under their breath as they roll their eyes, fondly.

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baby honey

pairing: austin butler x fem!reader (reader uses she/her pronouns)

wc: 1.4k

warnings: smut, pwp, slight dom/sub dynamics but nothing extreme, oral (female receiving), teasing, manhandling, bad dirty talk, allusions to breeding kink, established relationship, no use of y/n, reader was written as plus size but really you can interpret however you please, austin calling reader honey is pure self-indulgence sorry

“Did you miss me?”

The question goes unanswered as you struggle to unbutton his shirt, cursing under your breath when the third button down refuses to cooperate with your shaking fingertips. Austin can’t help but grin at your blatant urgency to get him out of his clothes and through your bedroom door.

When you finally get to the last button, you feel his hands reaching to cup your face, forcing you to look away from the task at hand. You feel warm all over when you take a moment to look into his eyes. And God, they’re so blue. Were they always this blue?

“Honey,” He speaks in a low-tone, in an endearing way that shoots right to your lower belly. “I asked, did you miss me?”

His stare, if you didn’t know better, almost looked intimidating. Austin peered down at you expectantly with those damn eyes. His hands were still holding you upright, warming your cheeks.

You nod, dumbly. “Of course, I did! Hence the ripping-off-your-clothes.”

Austin chuckles, removing his hands to wrap his arms around your waist, pulling you into him. He leans towards the shell of your ear, pressing a kiss there before murmuring, “I missed you too.”

Humming into the embrace, you relax your hands from the material of his button-down. He was home. You truly couldn’t believe it. He was finally all yours again.

“And when I saw you in this little number,” He tugs on the fabric of your sundress that tightened around your waist, before leaning over to whisper in your ear: “I wanted to bend you over and fuck you right there. Even with everyone watching.”

You’re too far gone to be embarrassed at his choice words. Whining, you inch your body closer to him until you were flushed against his chest. “Please, baby, take me to bed.”

He doesn’t waste anymore time, crouching down to throw you over his shoulder, to which you protested in a shrieking manner.

(You were slightly indifferent to the ways he would toss you in the bedroom. You were also slightly insecure about the idea that you would be too heavy for him to do so. Whenever he’d lift you off your feet and carry you to bed it made you stricken with fear. But when you mentioned this anxiety to Austin, he simply shook his head in disbelief: “You think I can’t manhandle my own girl?”)

When the back of your head hit the pillow, he was already bunching up the fabric of your sundress to your waist, gently pulling your legs apart before toying with the band of your panties. His breath wafted over you, making you tense at the subtle sensation, and moving to close your legs in hopes of the slightest friction. Austin didn’t give you the chance.

“But now,” He continued, prying your legs open, and propping one of your calves over his shoulder. “I think I want to taste you.”

You moan at the sight. Drinking in the way he gingerly presses a kiss to your calf, before trailing down your leg.

You couldn’t ever think clearly when he was between your thighs. Couldn’t formulate the sensual words your boyfriend probably wanted to hear when he was trailing gentle kisses up your inner thigh (over the bumps and all). All you can muster are high-pitched moans and shallow breaths in response to whatever you’re currently undergoing.

He hums at your breathy gasps, peering up at you through tufts of freefallen blonde hair. “You’re so pretty, honey.”

You scoff at his smug smile. “No teasing, Austin.”

“No?” He reaches your inner thigh. “Won’t even let me savor my meal?”

You desperately wish you could say something sexy back. Something that would make him shudder with the same intensity that he does to you. Maybe even something so witty and quick-witted that it would make him chuckle at your bratiness and then instantaneously flip you over on all fours to fuck your brains out. But, your body never allows you to do so when he’s so very close to your cunt.

You groan out. “Just… Need you.”

Dragging his fingertip up to your clit, you swear you’re going to collapse then and there. Austin pondered your honest words, humming as he circles your clit with the rough pad of his finger.

“Holy shit, please.”

“Yeah?” He pressed his lips against your slit in one swift motion. But he was gone again before you could properly cry out. “Need me so bad, honey?”

You nod, furiously, blindly reaching out to tug down roughly on his hair, guiding him back to you. “Can’t wait any longer. Need your mouth.”

Now, he may be a little shit sometimes, but he was always fair with you.

Before you could whine out and plead again, his tongue was lapping at your cunt. You just about shriek, instinctively moving away from the intense sensation, but before being able to do so, Austin wraps his arm around your left thigh, while keeping your right leg propped up over his shoulder.

A string of “holy shit” plays out as you grapple with the intensity of your built up need. You mewl at the sight of him wrapped over your thighs, reaching out to grab whatever you could (his sandy blonde strands fall victim to you).

“You’re sweet as honey, honey.”

His tongue is hot and wet against your cunt, as you arch your back and cry out as he nudges your clit with the tip of his nose. You make eye contact when his eyes peer up at you. There’s a glint of cockiness in his eye, knowing how quickly he can have you come undone with just his mouth.

Your heart is stuttering at the intensity of everything, and you can only throw your head back as Austin moans at the sight of you being unable to settle. He pulls away, briefly, leaving a string of saliva in his wake while he circles his thumb around your clit.

“That’s it, honey,” Austin groans out. “Gonna let me have it?”

“Yes!” Maybe that was rhetorical but you’re too far gone to care. “Please, baby. Need you to take all of it.”

He found it endearing, groaning into you at the sight of you dripping before him and the noises you made whenever he touched you in the slightest. You are so in tune for him, so bad for him it was unbelievable.

“Gonna let me fuck this sweet pussy after?” He continues to circle your clit, his pace grower harsher in the same way that he always amps up when you’re almost over the edge. You squirm, feeling your stomach coil tighter within every second. “Gonna let me fill you up good? Want me to fuck a baby into you? Would you like that, honey?”

And that’ll do it.

Austin didn’t stray away, dipping back down to return to his lapping motion, burying his face into your cunt. His right hand held your leg in place roughly, fingernails embedding into your skin to show that he was not keen on the possibility of letting you go any time soon.

You’re almost positive you feel every possible sensation at once. The coil inside you unravels so deeply, you’re not even sure if you’ll be able to come down from this one. You pull at his hair, almost yanking him away from your shaking thighs in an effort to come down from your high. For good measure, he presses another kiss to the inside of your calf before gently lowering your leg to rest on the comforter.

Austin crawls up the bed until he can cup your face and kiss your forehead, bringing you face to face with his glowy complexion. You spend a second regaining your breath, before burying yourself into his chest (which is only partially exposed due to the mishap of the third button).

“You kill me,” You say defeatedly, bringing your knees to your chest, testing out how sore and strained your inner thighs feel just from one act alone. He barks out a laugh, apologetically running hand over your stomach. “I’m running out of energy for you.”

He only hums at your words, pressing another kiss to your temple before muttering, “Take a moment, honey. Afterwards I want to unzip this dress and find out how flexible you are.”

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