#I just wanna cook semen

[theysaidhush]

I need more hard thoughts about CatHybrid!Jungwon fucking the shit out of the reader with a very dominant Jungwon

Who's in charge ? Jungwon says

Okay no but for real, Cat!Won who's the nicest hybrid ever, you wouldn't even imagine that he can be that mean.

Not proofread cuz I'm still a lazy ass, feedback help us keep going !

Basic trope because those are the best, you adopted an hybrid, thinking that you could change someone's life, and you end up feeling like you are the hybrid.

When you welcomed Jungwon into your house he was nice, sweet cuddly and respectful. But once he understood that you weren't going to let him down or return it to the shelter ? Boiiiii. He's a cat what were you expecting ? If you really wanted a cuddly bubbly and talkative hybrid you would have adopted a dog !

So Cat!Won who know don't give a fuck about privacy or such things anymore. But don't get me wrong, he's still the sweetest boy ever. He's just letting you know that you don't own him, he owns you. He's not living at your apartment, he's just willingly sharing his new home with you. And if he don't like something you cook ? He'll not throw a tantrum, he'll just get up and cook something else - and it's even worse, the feeling of embarrassment spreading your body as he's looking at you while slurping his ramen, because you feel like he's judging you as in "It's been a while since we started living together and you still don't know what I dislike...". And you're pretty sure he rolls his eyes when talking to you. Well, when you're done scolding him for eating the last packet of ramen without telling you and that he's leaving to nap near the window. He's bratty, you know it, and you din't really wanna do or say something about it because you like it - him - tat way. Your house is lively.

But once, you made the mistake to bring a friend home. He was maaad. But sweet kind of mad. Smiling with hypocrisy while stroking his head on your cheek, playing with your finger and napping on your lap. Your friend definitely felt like a third wheel. It was awkward, and your cat was mad when they left. Didn't even asked to you for hours because "How could you bring someone at my place without telling me ?" Talk about being way too comfortable.

But what made him lose his mind was the collar. In here, you live in a society where hybrids need to go out with their owner with a collar blablabla the classic trope. And he was oddly quiet. Followed you without complaining about the warmth, the sun, the people, the smell. It was a first ! And honestly it was refreshing too. You love your boy.

And he loves you too. So so much, that he can't stop stuffing your pillow full of his cum, head buried in your covers as he's whining and pleading for someone- Not someone, for you to help him. And you're standing at the door, mouth wide open at the prediction you found your cat in, and you can't even babble something cuz he has already pushed you on the bed.

"Ah fuck- Y'ou so good f'me..." Jungwon whimpers, a hand in your hair, forcing your head in your pillow, drenched in a mixture of saliva and semen. And Jungwon can't help but close his eyes, afraid that the lone view of this would make him cum: your face flushed covered in his cum because of how he played with your cushion while you were away.

His fist grips your hair tighter, a groan bubbling inside his throat at the mere thought tat you left him at home, alone, while he was suffering and begging for you to come home, jolting when his hand stroked his hard dick because of how sensitive he was. And you were outside, not giving a bit about it - he small part of him, one that was incapacitated at the moment, could still tell that you were unaware of what was happening. It made his blood boil, and his guts spin and wring with a delicious pain that made his head roll backward.

"But you're still trying to be good for me huh ?"

He nibbles on the back of your neck before wrapping his fingers around your throat, using it as a lever to press your sweaty and naked body against his. Vaguely, though being in the dark, blindfold rubbing against your skin each time you move, you can feel, quite literally, what he's doing to you. And it's even better. It seems like each stroke of his fingers against your skin is a hit to your G-spot, each kiss, or bites, is a promise of a wonderful orgasm, and yet all of this is nothing compared to the caress of his tail against your private part. His fluffy member which roam around your body, discovering new territory before landing on your clit, adding pleasure to the slow in and out of his fingers. And it's a thousand time better, because you feel the urge to do something, to scratch the sensitive part, but you can't. You can just whimper, curl your toes, and feel the knot in your stomach tighten.

And even his your body and your mind is screaming at you to just let it go, you've learned your lesson.

"Wanna cum ? Wanna cum so bad, right ? Oh you're so pretty- Wanna see you cum..."

Even when ravaged by the heat of his instincts, Jungwon can hold on. Just a bit more, because he wanna see you fall appart on his cock, want to see you admit, to hear you admit that you were, since the beginning-

"Yes yes yes please ! I- I'm just your-" A slow stroke to your G-spot empty your head and for a minute you forgot what you were about to say, what he wants to hear. But again, the firm grip of leather around your throat is a quick reminder "I am- I am your pet, Wonnie~!"

#enhypen hard hours #enhypen smut #enhypen x reader #enhypen hard thoughts #jungwon x reader #jungwon smut #jungwon hard hours #jungwon hard thoughts #yang jungwon smut #yang jungwon hard hours #hybrid au

[suemaelee]

Right here? |kitchen sex| ♡Quick smut ♡

Why Jungkook was cooking, you worked on your studies at the dinner table. A slice of life. It was raining, relaxing, quiet.

"Hey honey, come help me please?"Jungkook says.

You get up and walk over to the kitchen island.

"Whats wrong?" You asked.

"Mh, nothing..just wanted you here with me." Jungkook says biting his lif, with a detailed smirk.

You roll your eyes and try to walk off.

"Nu uh, come here...I want you tonight." He says pulling your waist towards him. "Babe, the assignment is due in 3 hours." You tell him.

"It won't take long, I promise. Plus why would u wait till the last minute to make it?" He asked.

"I wanted to do it this morning at Joon's so he could help and then I was going to leave but he started cooking and I got worried. Last time he ruined cereal. Then my girlfriends wanted to go shopping and then I was tired so I slept blah blah, now I have a very horny boyfriend who won't let me finish my work."

Jungook laughed at your exhaustion.

"Well, it seems like you need to relax a bit. I can help."

Jungkook picks you up and places u on the counter. He then leans in and kisses you gently. He grabs onto your waist, pulling you in closer. One of his hands slips between your thighs. He caresses your pussy outside of your pants. U squirm feeling his fingers rub against your aching clit. Oh, it's been way too long.

Then he proceeds to grab onto your pants and pull It down. You lift your bum to help him.

"Wait...right here?" You ask.

"Why not...? He responds before biting down on your neck.

"You're so wet baby," He says. He puts one finger in...then two. In and out into your slippery wet slope. Curling his fingers against your g-spot. Over and over again. You feel yourself getting closer. He starts to go faster and harder. Feeling yourself begin to lose control over your muscles you begin to shake.

"Cum for me..cum, cum, cum" He says looking deep into your eyes. U tremble into his arms feeling yourself cum. Your juices were going all over his fingers. Your back arching in pleasure, your head leaning back feeling the intensity.

"Fuuckk" you moan out as you start to catch your breath.

"That was so fucking hot baby," Jungkook says. "I can't wait. I need you right now." Jungkook says taking his rock-hard cock out.

He places his cock right against your entrance. He stops and looks at you for a moment. He leans in. He kissed your lips deeply and he began to enter his dick inside you. You let your moans escape into his mouth. More and more intense by the second.

"Fuck" He moans out. Going in and out slowly into you.

You grab onto the back of his neck. He grabs onto your thighs and places them over his shoulder bow going faster and harder.

He bites his lips and has a face full of aww. Lust in his eyes. The craving for you. You hear the sound of your skins smacking against each other. Harder, faster.

He grabs onto your waist harder pulling you deeper onto his cock.

"Fuck baby" He moans out. He looks down at hiw his dick enter u everytime.

"Fuuucckkuh.." He moans out. "I'm gonna cum baby."

With a couple of extra hard thrusts, Jungook releases himself into you. You feel his hot cum inside you. "Fuck, fuck, fuck" You feel him shake a bit releasing every last drop of his hot semen into you.

A moment if silence for you both to catch your breath.

*Ding~*

"Right on time." Jungkook chuckles. He holds on to your waist and slowly pulls out. He leans in and kisses you passionately. "I love u so much, baby."

"I love you" You respond.

"Who's hungry?"

"Me!" You chuckle

"Alright, baby." Jungook gives u one last kiss before you both continue your night."

{Okay, u can shoot me. I skipped a week after promising every Sunday. Yo girl been busy but you don't wanna hear that. I hope you guys can enjoy this quick smut. Idk how I did on it. BTW, As I thought, yall are sluts for Jungook! But for those who did show the last Suga must love, thank you so much!! I don't even know if anyone reads these but still. I gained like 20 extra followers in such a short amount of time. So thank you for your support. I will do my best to try and stay consistent. LOTS OF LOVE ARMY!♡♡}

#bts army #bts fanfic #bts smut #bts x reader #bts #jungkook smut #jk smut #army #thank you #jungkook x reader #jungkook

[bump1nthen1ght]

A Very Monstrous Kinktober: Day 17 (Threesome)

Kink: Threesome

Pairing: Incubus x Male!Reader x Succubus

Other Kinks: Praise Kink, Deepthroating, Cum Swallowing, Ass Eating

Warnings: N/A

Word Count: 1087 words

Kinktober Masterlist

Living with your partners came with many pros. Amaris was a spectacular good cook, and loved to make big meals for everyone to share. Martiz was very tidy, if a little overbearing about chores, but always keeps the apartment near spotless. Even if the bed could feel a little cramped with all 3 of you in it, it also meant you could snuggle in close, sleeping like kittens in a basket. All in all, getting this apartment together felt like a dream come true.

Especially right now.

“You look so cute right now.” Amaris purrs, thumb pressing down on your outstretched tongue. Even with your vision blurry, her playful smirk is clear as day. There's a brief flash of her camera as she coos some more. “This is definitely going in my favorites.”

“S-send it to me.” Martiz pants from the back, hands locked on your hips as he slowly stretches open your asshole. “I wanna see what he looks like.”

“I’ll put it in the shared album.” Amaris taps a couple times, then turns the phone around to show you. “Aren’t you adorable, babe?” She brushes her thumb across your bottom lip. You nod, choking out another moan as Martiz focuses on your prostate, balls slapping against your skin with each thrust.

Amaris smirks wide, sitting up and playing with the hem of her black panties. “How about we put that mouth to use, huh?” Amaris lays hackles, legs thrown up as she shuffles down her underwear. Martiz coos from behind.

“Yeah, eat that pussy, slut.” Martiz gives you a hard spank, no doubt leaving a palm shaped bruise on your ass.

You nod eagerly, Amaris shuffling forward to line her pussy lips with your mouth. Her calves get thrown over your shoulders and you quickly bury your face in her cunt. Thighs clenching around your ears, Amaris moans, languid and high-pitched.

“Tug on his hair, he likes that.” Martiz stutters, circling his hips so his cockhead plays with your prostate. Amaris quickly cards her fingers along your scalp, yanking you impossibly closer to her sex. With your tongue licking around her entrance, you move up to begin sucking in her clit, hands already clenched around the sheets below.

“Hmmm, good boy.” Amaris purrs, her slick juices running down your jaw. “Always know how to-” Amaris mews as you finally shove your tongue inside her hole, “-m-make me feel good.”

Your groans vibrate her pussy, making Amaris toss her head back. Precum drips down from your unattended cock, burning with a desire to be touched. Your sex demon partners must be influencing you, because even with a cock blowing your back out and tongue deep in pussy, you still need more.

“Gimme a kiss, babe.” Martiz pants, cock throbbing inside you. “Kiss me while I come in our boyfriend.”

Amaris just nods, keeping her thighs clenched around your head as she sits upward. The tight grip on your scalp keeps you in place at her sex, her breasts pressing against your forehead when she leans upward. Martiz chest presses against your back and you hear the sound of their sloppy kisses. Your two lovers pants above you, Amaris’ pussy walls gripping your tongue as Martiz hips stutter.

Their moans are suppressed by their kiss as they both cum, slick and semen exploding inside you and around your mouth as they both ride out the rest of their highs, canting their lower halves into you.

There's two pops as both of them detach, strings of cum connecting you from both ends. Amaris whispers sweet nothings in your ear as she sits back on her haunches, Martiz kissing a line down your spine. A manicured hand tilts your jaw upwards, looking at Amaris glowing eyes.

“Don’t worry, baby, we didn’t forget about you.”

Martiz makes their intentions clear first, circling his tongue around your stretched out ass, palming at your cheeks. You whimper in Amaris' grip, making her smile. She slides down to her stomach, then flips on her back and taps on your chest, indicating you to sit up on your elbows. As you do she shuffles underneath head first, eyeing your weeping cock.

Amaris wastes no time, deep throating your cock just as Martiz begins tongue fucking your hole. Your whole body shakes, lips bleeding as you bite into them. Amaris chuckles around your cock, tongue lathering the shaft as she sucks you down to your base. Knowing about her lack of a gag reflex, you begin humping down and into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat easily.

Martiz keeps a firm grip on your hips, but lets you throw them with your thrusts, just nuzzling his face deeper so he can play with your prostate.

The pleasure from all sides is the perfect kind of overwhelming, that tempting orgasm coming to a peak rather quickly. Precum gushes down your cock and paints the back of Amaris throat, which she gobbles up with fervor. It doesn’t help that the heady smell of her pussy, still sticky with her cum and your saliva, lies tantalizingly below your face. Normally this would be the perfect time to bury yourself in it again, but your mind feels so stretched you're not sure you could muster the technique.

Instead you bury your face into the fat of Amaris thigh, her soft skin perfect against yours, the taste of sweat easily on your tongue.

“I’m gonna cum!”

Both of your partners just nod, continuing their ministrations, pushing you to the edge. The knot pulls tighter and tighter, your whole lower half feeling numb, when Martiz begins fondling your balls.

It’s the straw that breaks the camel's back, orgasming exploding across your abdomen, cum filling Amaris throat. She keeps her lips wrapped tight around you as it does, not willing to waste a drop.

Both of your partners finally pull out after you're fully spent, cum promptly swallowed and your body falling into a pile on the bed.

You damn them for their unfair stamina, completely undone by one orgasm while they seem as composed as ever. They circle your body, Martiz at the front and Amaris at the back, rubbing massages into your sore muscles. Amaris kisses the back of your neck and Martiz kisses your forehead.

“You did amazing love.”

“You always do, dearest.” Amaris kisses your shoulder. “It’s like you were made for us.”

“T-thanks.” You’re able to muster a single word, sleep tempting you with every breath. “I love you guys.”

“We love you too, dear.”

#my writing #reader insert #monster x reader #monster romance #male reader insert #kinktober #kinktober 2023 #succubi #incubus

[tiger-in-the-flightdeck]

Okay - then how about Eddie Brock & Venom - Treat?

I hope this delights!

Read here, or on AO3

Eddie loved this time of year. 

There was enough chocolate around that the cupboards were stocked until New Year at least. Valentine’s, if they cracked open a skull or two during patrol. The kids were entirely focused on their costumes and had locked themselves away in their bedroom armed with glue guns, sparkle paint, glow in the dark stickers, and a roll of kraft paper. 

And Venom could take over and wander around the neighbourhood without anyone shrieking and trying to take shots at them. 

They even got compliments shouted at them from passing cars. 

While Venom crooned an old fifties love song, Eddie relaxed and let him take complete control. He was content to watch through their eyes as his Other puttered about running errands and radiating pure joy from the simple act of pushing a shopping cart around the supermarket to pick up a few more bags of candy and something for dinner, or posing for a photo with excited tourists. 

“Lazy,” Venom observed with a deep, rumbling laugh. He was putting the groceries away while Eddie lounged within the cocoon he had made of his form around him. The boys had just left for their own adventures for the night with strict orders to check in every hour and save any chocolate covered peanut for their parents. 

I’m not lazy. I carry you around night and day. Maybe I just wanna relax a bit. 

“Be pampered, you mean.” Venom tore into a bag of M&Ms and tossed a few in the air to catch in his mouth. Most made it in, but he sent out darting shoots of tendril to grab the rest. The chocolate went to work fast, making him giddy and pleased. 

And what’s wrong with that? 

“Nothing wrong. Like pampering Eddie.” He made a questioning noise as he held up a frozen lasagna. When Eddie answered with a hum of his own, Venom put it in the oven from the other side of the kitchen to stay as far from the gas burner as he could. It needed to cook for an hour, giving them plenty of time to find something suitably gruesome on tv to watch and spend a bit of quality time together without distractions. 

They stretched out on the couch with a bowl of treats and Venom stopped channel surfing when he found zombies.

Each little morsel of chocolate was doing such a good job that Eddie felt his own body start to react. He couldn’t be sure if it was the release of pleasure chemicals in himself, or if he was responding to Venom. 

Or if it had just been a while since he’d last come, and the little noises of delight Venom made with each bite was just getting him horny. 

Regardless, it was impossible to keep it from Venom. Not that he would have wanted to. Not when his Symbiote knew his body inside and out down to its very cells. And knew exactly how to give it what it needed. 

“What is this?” Venom asked in a sing-song voice as he glanced down at the bulge in their body where Eddie was hard and erect. He liked the way it looked, like he had a penis of his own to play with. Resting his large hand on it, he cupped and caressed it lovingly until Eddie was moaning outright. “Mine,” he purred happily. Venom shifted his form slightly so he was clinging like wet silk to the cock and he was able to see it in fine detail instead of just the outline. He curled his claws around it and stroked from base to tip and back again before reaching lower to fondle their balls. 

So closely tied together, Eddie’s pleasure became his own, and Venom was soon moaning as well. He caught his tongue between his teeth and pumped his hand and rolled his hips and felt Eddie start to come undone. They fed on one other, sharing the experience to multiply it repeatedly until they were hovering just on the edge of release. 

Venom withdrew just the smallest amount of his form to allow the tip of Eddie’s cock free. When his Host came with a hard shudder and a loud shout, his semen splashed out over the shining span of Venom’s chest. It looked as if he had come himself, the act something he was often deeply envious of. Seeing it spill out of their body like that, Venom tightened his hold and stroked them dry. 

Are you okay, baby? Eddie asked him several minutes later after he had come back to earth. 

Venom rolled them both and pulled away to hold himself up above his love. They were still connected from the waist down, twined together. 

“Again!” 

#trick or treat #symbrock #venom #eddie brock

[bullsandthebones]

Steven Grant x male reader request!!! A cute picnic lunch, blanket and everything. Something about the idea of Steven sitting under a tree with reader chatting about their special interests (maybe even some cuddles) can be so personal <3

"Lunch With A Dork"

Steven Grant x Male Reader

FEM ALIGNED DNI

a lot of the stuff Steven says are hc's of mine (except for the Egyptian stuff)

"Just a little further, love", Steven reassured you, his hands over your eyes as he led you somewhere. You giggled, excited to see what he had in store for your date.

He removes his hand, shouting a dorky "Ta-Daaaa!", gesturing to a blanket laid out underneath a tree with a picnic basket. "Aww, Steven we're having a picnic?" He smiles awkwardly and nods. "Yeah well, I thought, well, since it's our second date I thought, well maybe, we could watch the sunset and eat?", he stumbles over his words as he talks, which you find endearing.

"That sounds lovely, Steven", you say with a wide smile on your face. He gestures for you to sit down, which you do. He sits down next to you, not too far away but not too close either, as though he was worried you'd be upset if he was too close.

He takes out the food he brought with a goofy smile on his face. "Well, let's eat!"

~

You sit back against the tree, Steven next to you. "That meal was amazing, thank you Steven" he nods, a wide smile on his face. "Yeah, well, I had help! Layla seems to know how to cook and I don't so.." he trails off, as though there didn't need to be any further explanation. You nod, "Well tell Layla I said thank you!"

Although you two had gotten closer throughout the date, Steven still seemed anxious and he kept his distance. Deciding to take matters into your own hands, you intertwine your hand with his and cuddle into his side. Steven lets out a quiet "oh" as you do this, his body tense. When he realizes you aren't going to move he relaxes into you.

"So", you start, "Tell me more about your interests! I wanna know more about you!" Steven looks surprised for a moment, but he slowly starts talking. "Well, I like literature, specifically poems. I like uhm, animals, they're cool, some are gross though. Like dung beetles, what's wrong with dung beetles, why do they exist? I hate dung beetles."

You smile, encouraging him to go on.

"Well uhm, oh! You already know this but I love ancient Egypt, oh it's bloody amazing! Did you know that the ancient Egyptians believed that semen was akin to poison?"

You laugh at his odd info dump, "No, I didn't know that, tell me more!" he grins, extremely excited to spew out information. "Yeah! Although semen was considered potent, masturbation was considered a holy ritual that would bring good fortune to their land." you quirk an eyebrow at this, "Why do you know all this?" you ask skeptically. "Oh, well I read it! Yeah, there's a ton of books on this stuff, I can let you borrow them if you'd like!" his eyes gleamed with such happiness that you couldn't say no. "For sure! I'd love that!"

Steven begins to say something else, but then he gasps, "Look, look!" he points towards the horizon, "The sun is setting! Oh wow it's beautiful!"

You both look towards the sunset, hand in hand, and all you can think of is, "Hey Steven, what should we do for our next date?"

note: still not proofread, I'm lazy <3

#male reader #x male reader #steven grant x male reader #steven grant x reader #marvel x male reader #moon knight #moon knight mcu

[gimmeurnudes]

Can you cook semen.

So cannibalism exist so you can cook human flesh but like...can you cook semen. Like is it a special caniables gormay to make a dude cum but hold semen in the dick, then stick the dick in a toaster. So you get like a steak with cooked cream on the inside. I want to try and fry semen now, just out of pure curiosity. 

#I'll get back to y'all whenever I cook my semen #Not cooking my dick tho #why would you think i'd do that #I just wanna cook semen

[sinfulcries]

Also kuroo, i gotcha

Kuroo being the good little house husband, he'd be, cooking breakfast for you two in a little frilly apron and his boxers. Coming in the kitchen, its really a heavenly sight. Without any more patience, you just go pull down his boxers. Starting to eat him out, gently tracing his rim with your tounge before really going in. Kuroo is whimpering and hes still trying to finish breakfas4, while trying to be good for you. Suddenly you start twisting your tounge in his hole, making him gasp and immediately squirt against the oven. You pull back and smile at him, before hugging him from behind. Now gently pinching and twisting his nipples under the apron. At this point kuroo is a whimpering mess begging you to stop and for more at the same time. Breakfast is long forgotten, as you pull him away from the oven and onto the kitchen table, fucking him in his cute little apron. Praising him for being such a good, pretty little husband. Telling him you'll fuck children in him. He's beggin you to fuck him pregnant as well, although you both know its not possible you still fuck him like you could actually make him pregnant. After emptying your semen deep inside him, both of you finally get back to your senses. As kuroo rushed to the stove apologizing for burning the breakfast he relizes its now perfectly cooked.

Sorry it sucks, ik anyway- <3

NO OMG THIS WAS PERFECT. ILL HAVE TO WRITE A LITTLE DRABBLE FOR THIS TOO BC HOUSEWIFE KUROO'S MAKING ME BARK LIKE A DOG IN RUT YO

tw. kitchen sex, breeding kink, feminization

Heaven. That was the best word to describe the way Kuroo was feeling. With every buck of your hips against the curve of his ass, your rough hands gripping tightly onto his waist, and your soft pants against his nape, Kuroo could feel the knot in his stomach slowly breaking with pleasure.

"You're so fucking pretty, Tetsu. My perfect little housewife." You groaned, continuing to make his body jolt against the cold kitchen counter. "Gonna breed your tight little cunt."

"Mhng~! Puh-Please! W-Wanna have your kids.." Tetsuro slurred in response, before tightening his hold onto the edge of the kitchen counter, watching as his knuckles turned white.

Every hard and deep thrust was sending the shorter boy overdrive, and as soon as you filled him up, he instantly came, knees buckling as you held him up by his waist. Both of your orgasm's were short lived however once you pulled your cock out of his creamed ass, cringing at the smell of burned food wafting in the air.

"Uh baby... Our breakfast's burned..."

#sinfulcries works #kuroo smut #kuroo x reader #hq smut #top male reader #haikyuu x reader

[kenganparadise]

Do- do you have any NSFW headcannons for Adam and or Kaneda?

thanks so much for sending in a request! I hope you enjoy!!

🔞WARNING NSFW AHEAD🔞

Adam-

• Oh my! This boy is quite rough in the bedroom! He likes topping most of the time! Very rarely will he bottom.

• Adam’s favorite positions are doggy, cowgirl, and reverse cowgirl. He actually is pretty vanilla. He’ll rarely ever want to introduce toys in the bedroom. He does have a trusty pair of handcuffs that he likes to use.

• All of the noises he makes are low grunts and looots of dirty talk. Sometimes if he’s overstimulated he’ll let out a low shaky moan.

• He really loves when his S/O rides him. He’ll lay back and let them take control- but not too much control. He’s got his arms folded behind his head as he enjoys the show.

• His S/O better get ready for some unsolicited dick pics. He sends them at random too. His S/O could be at work or in a public place, They’ll see he’s sent them a text.... they’ll open it thinking nothing of it only to see him posing in front of a mirror.

• He takes the worst pictures too. He’s the kinda guy that holds the TV remote or like a banana next to his dick so his S/O can see how big it is.

• They’re all blurry and taken in a hurry, he’s horny and he wants his S/O to see that.

• He’d like it if his S/O sent him pictures too.

• Sometimes. Rarely. Adam will bottom. He has to be in the perfect mood. He just really wants to see his S/O attempt to dominate him. He’ll be super bratty tho and will never follow their orders.

• He’s really into quickies. He likes clothed sex to, so he’ll bend his S/O over and just fuck them into oblivion. Most of the quickies take place out in public, maybe in a back alley way. He dump his cum deep into them. He gets a deep satisfaction knowing they’ll have to walk around with his semen oozing out of them.

• He likes making a mess out of his S/O. After he and his S/O have had their fill, he likes to sit back and look at the work he’s done. He wants them panting, covered in sweat and cum. He likes looking at his release seeping out of their used up holes.

• If it’s a friends with benefits situation or a one night stand he’ll roll over and go to sleep or just leave.

• But If he’s serious about this person, he’ll kiss their forehead and carry them to the bath. If he’s feeling extra generous he’ll go get them a snack before tucking into bed.

Kaneda-

• This boy is a verse at heart. He likes both bottoming and topping. It really depends on what his S/O wants.

• He aims to please. Kaneda gets turned on by the subtle details. His S/O lifting their arms above their head, their midsection is exposed. Or simple things like when they roll up their sleeves.

• Kaneda has a clothing fetish (it’s canon lol) he really likes clothed sex. It turns him on so much looking down and seeing his S/O half dressed as his cock is deep within them.

• He shivers when his S/O kisses his neck. His chest tightens feeling them kiss such a sensitive area. It gets him hard so quick.

• kaneda doesn’t like making a mess. He prefers to cum inside. He’s not to keen on watching it seep out of them. but when he’s feeling jealous or possessive, he likes spreading their legs and watching his cum ooze out of them.

• He prefers giving oral, but when receiving he’s so cute. His cheeks are flushed red. His eyes are wide open as he watches them. If they suck extra hard he’ll double over.

• He’s super into Shibari. He likes tying his partner and also being tied up! He has a fantasy of his partner tying him up and then just being used by them.

• He would get pegged for sure. Once again, having his partner tie him up and use him for their pleasure. He’d love to get destroyed.

• He prefers his partner keep it au naturale when it comes to shaving. He loves it if his partner grew out their pubic hair.

• Kaneda is very romantic in the bedroom. He lights candles and plays music to set the right mood. He’s more of a love maker.

• He actually owns a few sex toys. His favorite is a hitachi vibrator he uses on his partner and himself.

• Aftercare is sweet. He kisses his S/O sweetly and asks if he could get anything for them. He’s at their beck and call. If they want a bath, he’ll happily wash them. If they want food, he’ll cook! If they just wanna bask in the sticky afterglow he’ll happily cuddle them.

#adam dudley #kaneda suekichi #nasty

[finn-ray-nal-beads]

i seriously will not be able to stop thinking about your Daddy Clyde holy hell you write him so beautifully. ugh Daddy's so gritty and dirty and just the right amount of meannnn ugh i hate you and love you at the same time. that piece stressin' me tf out ugh i really n e e d more of it lmao

A/N: @ohdamnadamm AS PER YOUR REQUEST DARLIN’ I COOKED UP A FILTHY ASS FUCKIN’ NUGGET FROM THE INNER MECHANISMS OF MY MIND (AND THANKS TO @in-silks-and-flesh-and-leather FOR HER DAD BOD FIC FOR THE LOVE OF PETE IM SO HARD FOR THAT AMAZING THOT, BLESS YOU ITS BEEN RUNNING THROUGH MY MIND FOR 48 HRS STRAIGHT AND IVE READ IT UPWARDS OF TWENTY TIMES) IM NOT SORRY IN THE SLIGHTEST. I HOPE YOU LIKE IT, SWEET BABE! 

Warnings: Daddy kink, BJ’s, ball-sucking, choking, cumshots, cum eating, unprotected sex, dirty talk and LOTS OF IT, teasing, marking, breeding kink, hair pulling, scratching, just pure fuckin’ hot sweaty porn, no plot whatsoever, SMUT SMUT SMUT AND MORE FUCKIN’ CLYDE LOGAN SMUT. 

The hot sun beat down in the small trailer located in the boonies of West Virginia, the AC had decided to take a shit early that mornin’, sendin’ your big bear to go to the Home Depot for some tools to fix it right up for his baby doll. 

You sat, perched on the couch in nothin’ but your little pink thong, and laced up bralette, sweatin’ to high heaven as you waited for your tin foil knight to return and save the heat stroke you had been sufferin’ since damn near five in the mornin’. 

“Jesus fuck,” you exhaled, rubbin’ more sweat off your soakin’ tits, pullin’ your hair into a sticky mess of a bun as you fanned yourself over the hot August fog that settled in the small quarters. 

“I’m just fuckin’ parched as all hell,” gettin’ up from the couch, makin’ your way to the fridge to stick your head in the freezer for some relief, only to find your savin’ grace for the next twenty minutes or so, a box of red-white-n-blue rocket pops. 

“Oh fuck me!” reachin’ for them as you tore the box open like a feral cat, rippin’ the packagin’ and shovin’ that popsicle into your gapin’ mouth, a moan emittin’ throughout the room as you savored the icy cold of the frozen delicacy. 

Just then, the door shuffled open to let your hulk of a man in from the blisterin’ heat of the day, his white t-shirt stained in tit sweat, and his brimmed ball cap sweat covered too. He dropped the bag on the floor, airin’ out his shirt as he looked around for your pretty little figure. 

“Baby girl?” concerned you weren’t in his line of sight, inchin’ towards the kitchen, “where ya at?” peerin’ around the partition to see the hottest thing he’d seen all damn day. You perched on the kitchen counter, tits completely sweat covered, legs spread open like a porn star, and a bomb pop slidin’ in and out of your perfect lips, the colored juices drippin’ down your chin into the valley of your chest as you eyeballed him from the livin’ room. 

“What’s ma perty lil’ baby doin’ on the counter, huh?” movin’ over to you as he wiped his sweat covered face with his t-shirt, exposin’ his precious belly and shinin’ tits. 

“Ya know it’s dangerous ta be on the counter like that baby doll,” panderin’ as he rubbed your soft thighs, bendin’ down to kiss and suck on the skin as you thrust the popsicle in and out of your mouth, not losin’ the slightest bit of eye contact, “wouldn’t want daddy’s precious baby girl ta get herself hurt, now, would we?” ghostin’ his lips over your succulent and swollen cunt. 

“Mhmm,” whinin’ out at his touches on your sensitive skin, forcin’ the treat down your open throat even more, “‘m sorry daddy,” moanin’ as he lifted his head to smirk at your fuck me face. 

“I don’t think yer sorry in the slightest darlin’,” gigglin’ as he stood to his full height, leanin’ in to grip the empty stick from your mouth, tossin’ it on the floor, “I think ya like bein’ a lil’ brat, don’t ya baby girl?” tiltin’ your chin to meet his searin’ gaze as he pushed his lips onto yours, sighin’ as he pulled you flush to him, inhalin’ your sweet scent as the kiss deepened. 

“Ya know what kinda punishment lil’ brats get?” he pulled away, grippin’ your hair to wrench your head back up to his, suckin’ marks on your neck as he gathered you in his huge arms. 

“No, daddy, I don’t,” bitin’ your lip at the pain of his ministrations on your pulse, “p-please tell me what I get,” moanin’ as he pulled your hair tighter and tighter. 

Liftin’ his head back up, starin’ into your eyes, “get off the damn counter and assume yer position in front a the couch baby girl,” lettin’ go of your head as he watched you slide down off your perch to slink into the livin’ room, your ass red from the duration of your stay on the linoleum lined top as he watched it sway with your hips, completely entranced. 

“Like this daddy?” bendin’ down on your knees, as he slid himself in front of the lip of the couch to gaze at your pretty little face beggin’ to be fucked. Your hands behind your back, head cocked up to meet his stare, tits pushed out, nipples peaked, and your vision on him and him only. 

“Stick that lil’ tongue out baby girl,” fumblin’ with his belt and zipper as he watched you present the organ as requested, “daddy wanna see his lil’ cumbucket,” releasin’ his half hardened cock to sit on the couch like the king he was. He reached his hand to pull on the appendage, a moan emittin’ from your throat as he motioned you closer with it. 

“Yer gonna suck ma cock until yer cryin’ for air baby girl,” musin’ as you lowered your face to his large balls, nuzzlin’ your nose in the softness and musk envelopin’ them in his aura. 

“Yes, daddy,” whisperin’ as you pecked tiny kisses on them, “I wanna be a good girl fer you,” lickin’ the skin like a kitten. 

“Mhmm,” he moaned out, his balls twitchin’ at your movements on them, “yer such a good girl fer yer daddy,” praisin’ as you sucked one into your mouth, tuggin’ on the skin and rollin’ your tongue around the sac. 

“Mmm, ya taste so good daddy,” movin’ to the other testicle to mimic the motions just as good as the other, savorin’ his manly scent as you made out with his scrotum, his cock wavin’ like a flag in the sky as you tugged on the other ball. 

“G-god d-damn,” he cooed, grippin’ your head to lift you up from his sac, “that’s enough a that baby girl,” lust blown as he rubbed the sides of your temples, causing your eyes to roll back in your head as he lowered your lips to his weepin’ tip. 

“Now yer gonna take this cock baby girl,” gazin’ at the sight of you foamin’ at the mouth under his larger than life dick, “go on ‘n suck yer daddy,” shovin’ your perfect little mouth onto his achin’ dick, revelin’ in the gaggin’ sounds you made as he pushed your head completely down on him. 

“Open up fer me baby girl,” gaspin’ as your jaw went slack over his throbbin’ cock, “there ya go darlin’,” praisin’ as you sped up your sloppy gyrations on him. 

“S-such a p-perty lil’ cumbucket,” watchin’ as the spit fell in globs on his jeans, and the tears spilled from your eyes over his girth, “what a g-good baby girl daddy has,” throwin’ his head back in pleasure as you sucked your cheeks in, rollin’ your tongue on the underside of his veiny dick.

“Daddy’s gettin’ close baby girl,” he panted out as you adjusted your angle to hit your uvula just the right way, causin’ an animalistic moan to reverberate on the thin walls of the trailer. 

“I-I’m,” shovin’ your head off his cock, causin’ a huge gasp for air to leave your lips and wide eyes to meet your man as he palmed his red angry cock in his hand. 

“Open yer perty mouth baby girl!” growlin’ out as the largest stream of semen you’d ever seen squirt from his head, landin’ on your tongue, tits, and chin. 

“Motherfuck-k,” he palmed himself until the last of it landed on your skin, takin’ huge deep breaths as he let go of his limp cock, “ya alright baby girl?” watchin’ the color return to your face as you sucked up his spend from your face. 

“I’m just fine daddy,” crawlin’ on to his lap, thighs on either side of him as you nestled your covered pussy on his still throbbin’ cock. 

“Ya such a good girl fer me,” pettin’ your arms as you gripped the back of his head, leanin’ in for a steamy kiss as you gyrated your hips on him. 

“Mhmm,” he chuckled, “does ma sweet baby need somethin’ from her daddy?” watchin’ as you bat your eyelashes at him, “use yer words darlin’,” he pandered once again, bringin’ a thumb to tug at your bottom lip. 

“I need ya to fuck me, daddy,” bringin’ the digit into your mouth as you moved again on his dick, the hardness comin’ back in a wave at your friction, “please, I’ve been a good girl fer you,” suckin’ on it like a pacifier. 

“Ya right baby girl,” he cooed, “I can’t say no to yer sweet lil’ pussy anyways,” watchin’ as you lifted your hips to line his cock up with your achin’ slit, rubbin’ your built-up slick around on the head. Pushin’ your hips slowly down on his length, swallowin’ every single inch like the popsicle you’d been devourin’ minutes prior. 

“G-good god darlin’,” breath hitchin’ as he took in your tight walls clenchin’ on his cock, “ya so damn tight, no matter how many times yer daddy fucks ya,” musin’ as you started your little dance on his lap. 

Hips in a death grip by his flesh and blood hand and his metal one as you gyrated your body, tits bouncin’ in his face, sweat buildin’ up in the heat of the trailer as skin slappin’ emitted through every room in the house. 

“F-fuck big bear!” you cried out, feelin’ his head pokin’ your cervix with every thrust he was makin’ upwards, completely sendin’ you into another dimension of pleasure, “ya stretch me out so damn good daddy!” moanin’ into every knock he made on your open womb. 

“Ya gonna cum on daddy’s big cock baby girl?” watchin’ your mouth gape open as your tits fall out of the sorry excuse for a bra you’d chosen, “daddy wants ya ta cum so damn bad!” speedin’ his movements up until tears fell again from your face. 

“Daddy!” grippin’ on his shoulders, drawin’ blood as he pummeled your hole with everything he had, “d-daddy I-I’m g-gon-,” the friction from his jeans rubbin’ your clit for him as you unraveled and released your sweet sticky spend on him. 

“F-fuck!” cryin’ out in unrelentin’ waves of bliss as he rode you out to pound town. 

“Such a perty baby girl,” musin’ as he thrust his cock in and out with more fervor, “daddy’s gettin’ close baby,” he praised once again, gritting his teeth as he set an ungodly speed on your overstimulated body.  

“D-daddy’s c-close,” he grunted, thrustin’ in once more before unloadin’ his spend into your gapin’ slit, shovin’ it further a further as he kept thrustin’ into you. 

“J-Jesus f-fuckin’ C-Christ,” hips still in his grip as it tightened from his orgasm, “ya feel s-so good darlin’,” stillin’ himself as you both gazed into each other, takin’ in the heat that had built over the last hour. 

He brought you into an embrace, smellin’ your hair, as you pet his sweat covered back, kissin’ the moles on his shoulder and rubbin’ the scratches that had built up. After a few more seconds, you went to hop off him, only to be stilled back in your spot. 

“Clyde, baby!” you looked at him, irritated and sweaty, “what the hell? It’s fuckin’ hot an’ I have ta pee,” tryin’ to pry his hands off your hips still. 

“Nah baby girl,” he tsked, “yer gonna sit here with ma cum in your pussy for a minute,” musin’ and rubbin’ your lower belly, “I wanna make sure ya keep it nice n’ safe up there,” eyes dilatin’ as he watched your expression change too. 

“Oh really?” movin’ a hand to slick his mop of hair back, “ya think this is gonna do the trick ta knock my ass up like ya want me ta be big bear?” gigglin’ as his toothy smile appeared as a result of your words. 

“Well, it’s a damn start innit?” nuzzlin’ his cheek in your hand, “need ta make sure ma swimmers explore all parts a the cave darlin’,” chucklin’ as you rolled your eyes. 

“Yer lucky yer the cutest thing on the planet,” softenin’ at his precious face restin’ in your fingers, “that jus’ makes me wanna have as many babies as possible so they get yer perty lil’ features,” rubbin’ his cheek as a tear welled up in his eyes. 

“I ain’t as precious as you are baby girl,” rubbin’ more little circles on your lower tummy, “I can’t wait ta see the perfect lil’ ones we do make,” the wetness rollin’ out of his eyes as he thought about a little Logan joinin’ the trailer. 

“Oh shit!” he jolted, scarin’ the crap out of you as you stood up, “I totally fuckin’ forgot!” he jumped up from the couch. 

“Forgot what big bear!” clutchin’ your chest as you crossed your legs to avoid the liquid from fallin’ out of your bladder and your pussy. 

“I have ta fix the fuckin’ AC!”

_____________

IN CONCLUSION, 

🖤, 

ray-nal-beads

#tw: daddy kink #tw: choking #tw: breeding kink #pure smut #clyde logan smut #clyde is daddy #clyde and his horsecock #clyde logan x reader #clyde logan #clyde logan x you #clyde logan x female reader #tw: unprotected sex

[eemoo1o]

Red | Yellow | Pink

Prompt list no.3:

“I’m keeping my goddamn maiden name, asshole.”

“I’m not one to mind my manners.”

“Believe it or not, I’m the shy one in the family.”

“You like olives? Urgh! They taste like semen, dude. But a whore’s gotta whore, am ah’ right?!” — “Wait? Olives and semen? How’d you make that connection?”

“Please don’t.”

“I’m gay.” — “I’m twenty bucks richer.”

“I want, like, five dicks right now. I’m not even making things up.”

“Welcome to hell.”

“Come out, come out, wherever you are! I just want to see how sexy you’d look with some led in your skull!”

“Where are you going?” — “To eat some ass.”

“Your princely parts are tingling, aren’t they, sweetheart? Want mommy to deal with it?”

“For a guy, you sure are slutty. Heh, I love it.”

“You’re... wearing a dress. Spread those legs, lovely.”

“If I wanted to hurt you, I would have done so already.”

“I have a dream.” — “Then sleep.”

“Swallow this phone whole- actually, you know that bridge five blocks away?” — “Yeah?” — “Shit off it. [Name] lives right under it, I’m sure. Make sure to aim for [his/her/their] head.”

“God damnit! [Name], get your pants off!”

“Fuck.” — “What?” — “I want to fuck.”

“You get me dripping like a runny nose.” — “Eww!”

“We’re just friends.” — “But you just said you loved me.”

“Nobody loves you when your evil.”

“I’m turned on. Take everything off.”

“There’s blood in my pee.” — “Need a tampon?”

“You’re not my supervisor!”

“That’s how you get ants.”

“That’s your fifth shot.” — “We just agreed to have sex. Power of blackout, baby!”

“I’ve had eight hangovers this week. Am I dead?”

“I’m sooo hungover from this morning.”

“Why do you need all those bits and bobs in your bath?! Just stew in the fuckin’ oil-free, salt-free water. You ain’t cooking yourself, are you?” — “Let’s be real, though, she’d be real fucking tasty if she was.”

“Lemme go.” — “Lemme not.”

“[Mom/Mam/Mum/Dad]? [Mom/Mam/Mum/Dad]! [Mom/Mam/Mum/Dad]. Mom/Mam/Mum/Dad]?” — “[Whaaaat]!?” — “[Mom/Mam/Mum/Dad]... fuck you.”

“Call me shallow but I’m getting real deep now.”

“You’re pregnant.” — “I’m fertile.” — “Well, yeah, how else-” — “FUCK!”

“You’re pregnant.” — “No.” — “Wha-” — “You’re jizzing in a sock for the next month while I sort this out.”

“I just had one hell of a high.”

“We’re always going to have a ducking reason to sin, okay?”

“The sun’s setting in half an hour.”

“I’ll eat your ass with a spoon.”

“Happy Mother’s Day!”

“Twerk, boy. I wanna see that ass.”

“Why did you just... yeah. That. Do that.”

“Love you.” — “...go to bed, kid.”

“Hey. Close ya manspread so I can sit here. This is the subway, not my bedroom.”

“Why are you asking me to change? You said you loved me!”

“You don’t like me hurting you, do you? Your fault, angel cakes. You made this happen.”

“I’m going to smoke. Why’s a pretty thing like you coming with me?” — “Too smoke.” — “Too smoke? Don’t kid, [sweetie/sweetheart], you’ve never had one of these in ya life.”

“Harder. Harder!”

“Merry Christmas.” — “Christmas meatball sub? Thanks.”

“We’ve got an open fire, music, romantic setting, blizzard outside, and a partner who’s freezing ’cause he fell through the ice. Whaddya s’pose we do?”

“Care for a rose?”

“Here’s some flowers!”

“When is the dog due?” — “In spring.”

“Puppy?”

“Kitten?”

“Wook at [his/her/their] ass... iswn’t id adowabllle?”

“Am I on the naughty list?”

“Crying isn’t going to stop this.”

“Now, you know you’re insane when you fake a fucking pregnancy. A pregnancy! Ugh.”

“Yeah. Yeah- stop talking.”

“You are my sandwich? My- My sandwich? My sandwich? MY SANDWICH?!?!”

“Yes.” — “No.” — “Yes.” — “No.” — “Yes.” — “No.” — “Yes.” — “No.” — “Yes.” — “No.” — “Yes.” — “No.” — “Yes.” — “No.” — “Yes.” — “No.” — “Yes.” — “No.” — “Yes.” — “No.” — “Yes.” — “No.” — “Yes.” — “No.”

“[Name]? Oh...”

“They’re not here.”

“Listen to me. You’re very sick.”

“It’s all in your head.”

“It was... no!”

“What?” — “Feisty. Now give me back my thong.”

“He’s wearing a thong!”

“I hate you.” — “I have a big-” — “Sold. Let’s go in the back.”

“Pink is my favourite colour.”

“There’s other ways to feel happy, you know.”

“Aah!” — “Chill, this is a massage, not an orgasm.”

“I don’t feel like shit when I’m high.”

“I made cake!”

“I’m in the mood for... venison.” — “What? No! Not Bambi!” — “What you talkin’ ’bout? Never said I was in the mood for paper! Or a DVD disc...”

“Making eggs. Scrambling eggs. Doing what you do... when you... scramble eggs!” — “Wow you were really struggling to keep the Spider Pig theme there, weren’t ya?”

“It’s been seventy-seven years...” — “Dude, you’re, like, twenty-four. Go the fuck back to sleep!” — “...since I last slept.” — “Oh, for fuck’s-”

“I’ll see you in hell.”

“Mi amor-” — “It’s [name], but close!”

“You speak french?” — “¡Sí! ¡Mi llamo [name]! ¿Que tipo de persona eres?” — “Are you brain dead?”

“Mamma mia. Help me through this!”

“What are the four things that are most important to you?” — “Drugs, money, sex, and alcohol.” — “Oh.”

“[He’s/She’s/They’re] out of your league!”

“Mm! Stew!”

“I love stew and dumplings.”

1: “Shwmai! Fy enw i yw-” — 2: “Ah! Rwy’n hoffi coffi!” — 3: “What [was/were] [she/he/they] saying!” — 2: “I have no idea...”

“Thank you, [bach/blodyn/cariad].”

“What’s your name?” — “Owain Hughes.” — “Oh! Heard ’bout you, I have! And do you?” — “No I don’t!” — *the two laugh*

“Marry me.” — “Bit busy right now, to be honest.”

“Let’s go to the city and have some fun!”

“Okay, [dude/mate], I got to know. Did [she/he/they]-” — “Did [she/he/they] what?” — “Y’know... with the toilet brush..-” — “I can’t believe you’re even asking me this, [name]!” — “Right! You weren’t there, [dude/mate], okay? I gotta know if this is normal, if it’s just a [nationality] thing, or not. Because I needa know if I needa go to the doctor’s, or-” — “Well, yeah! ’Cause it was a toilet brush, not a [nationality] thing.” — “Not. A. Word.”

“Shoot me.” — “Why?!” — “Can’t do romance.”

“Fuck me.” — “Why?!” — “So that we finally fuck. Thought that was self-explanatory?”

“Lalala...” — “Shut up!”

“Found your dildo. Hide it better next time.” — “Which one?” — “Which..- How many do you have?”

“Don’t wink at me!”

“I love you so, so much...” — “You’re kissing the dog after it just ate shit? Ugh...”

“Go away.” — “Come in? Thought you’d never ask!... [Name]! [Name], it’s locked!”

“Kiss me.” — “With tongue? Gladly!”

“You’ll always be my raspberry pimp.”

#prompt #prompt list #prompts #pink prompt list #pink #dialogue prompt #writing prompt #helluva boss quotes #archer quotes #hazbin hotel quotes #gavin and stacey quotes

[uzumaki-rebellion]

“Stark’s New Intern” Chapter 23

"When I'm in a bad mood It's good to know I have you You got niggas from your past that still ain't pass you But you're on my time But you're on my time now, and our past through

Now that we finally got them out the way All the decisions that I wanna make I want your body in a million ways Nobody ever makes me feel the same…"

DVSN—"A Muse"

Erik practiced playing poker online. When work was finished with Tony for the day, he would take himself to his apartment and cook a simple meal of plain brown rice with sautéed vegetables and boneless skinless chicken breasts.

Food consumed, he'd check personal emails, call his grandfather, and then hunker down on his laptop and play three hours a night. He was going to use the money Tony paid him that he had saved to get him in at the bottom: half a million dollars. Minus the other half a million he gave away to his family, he was willing to bankroll his spot at the high stakes poker table with no help from Tony.

Work had gotten serious. After Tony's cover story appeared in Forbes, the focus of his company turned toward escalating weapons manufacturing, and Erik finally saw the bread and butter of Stark Industries. His days were spent working with Tony at his subsidiary company AccuTech designing a new missiles system that he called Jericho X. The man spent hours of brainpower trying to create an experimental model that he wanted to manufacture and have on the market within five years. Inking a new contract with the United States Armed Forces, Tony was under pressure to deliver the hot-launched missiles sooner than the five-year deadline he gave AccuTech. The man was hands-on and Erik's education at the Naval Academy was useful to him. Erik had the mind of a soldier, and his training was meant to prepare him for his forthcoming Naval career. Those military eyes helped him on the job.

Erik had to concede once more that Tony was a smart motherfucker and his focus on work was just as laser-sharp and obsessive as Erik. Working around him on the Jericho X project was eye-opening and the long hours pushed Erik's mind to its limits. He was allowed to work at AccuTech and give up a lot of his assistant tasks which he was all for. He acted with restrained professionalism, and that allowed him to hang around after hours to do his own experimentation with the vibranium.

It did take the heads of AccuTech a couple of weeks to be accustomed to a Black teen having so much access to a secret project. If he had been some lanky white teen with an overly ingratiating personality, no one would question his presence. He would just be viewed as a white boy genius and "Atta boy!" accolades would've been thrown at him along with pats on the back. Instead, he was a Black boy genius faced with bias and suspicion. He endured the usual bullshit just so he could get his hands on equipment, testing space, and cutting-edge STEM knowledge.

Sitting on his bed and winding down from playing online poker, he checked out the housing available to him at M.I.T. In six months, he was leaving for grad school and he was already designing his life there. He checked out restaurants and clubs, searched for areas that had Black people and Black cultural things he could access. He searched for any capoeira spaces and the ones he found were white-dominated and he wanted Black people to practice with. He needed Black touchstones to keep him sane after his experience at the Naval Academy and Stark's internship.

Checking the M.I.T. website he found an alumni link that helped new students transition to the Institute. A few hyperlinks found him peeping the on-campus radio station, WMBR, that served the Cambridge-Boston area. Listening to a few archived music shows, he stumbled across one that was deejayed by someone called ButtaFly. The show was called Cosmic Café and when he listened to the first ten minutes, he immediately bookmarked it and added it to his listening rotation. The music was Blackity Black and spanned generations, and the DJ did live mixes that had Erik head bobbing.

For two months he laid on his bed from twelve midnight until two in the morning just being carried away by the sounds and also the voice of ButtaFly, a woman who made Erik's entire body relax. She opened her show with a positive quote or a bit of poetry and then she had themes that she created stringing songs from the field hollers of Black chain gangs to the Black Neo Soul of 90s British R&B, or any type of current African diaspora music she could blend with Hip Hop, Deep House, or Electronica.

He tried looking up personal details or even pictures of ButtaFly, but she was a hidden ghost, just words and rhythms and vocal soothing that helped him sleep before heading off for the grueling hours of AccuTech.

She became his brain muse, expanding his mind so he could juggle the science he worked with every day.

Stretching on his bed, Erik closed his eyes and put in his earbuds.

"As-salaam 'alaykum, Beloved. Welcome to the Cosmic Café. I am your host, DJ ButtaFly bringing you that good nourishment, that savory food for your mind, body, and spirit. Tonight's theme is going to run us into the realm of quantum physics. A little Afrofuturism to get us through Black History Month…"

Erik felt his shoulders loosen up and he closed his eyes. He tried to imagine what type of face went with the sultry voice blessing his ears. The modulations and changes in tone she used as she spoke hypnotized his ears. Muscles throughout his body relaxed and he wondered what kind of musical journey she would take her listeners on that night.

"I want to open the show with a piece from a sister whose work I adore, Alexis Pauline Gumb. I feel like someone out there needs to hear it. I know I do. This is taken from her book of experimental poetry called 'Dub: Finding Ceremony'. This particular joint is called 'Commitment'. Are you ready, Fam?"

Erik nodded his head as he grew more comfortable, slipping deeper into a state of mental ease. He rolled his right hand down his chest and rested it on his stomach. Lying nude in the dark he could almost hear his heartbeat.

"We promise to wake you if we think you won't get the point of the dream. We promise to show up if you show up. Everyday. We promise to make you feel sick if you lie to yourself. We promise to let love through if it's love you came to do…"

Soft. Soothing. Safe.

Her voice cradled and held him in a warm place. She wrapped his thoughts around her words.

"We promise to make time flexible if you give us your time. We promise to think of you more often than you think of us. We promise to remember you when you forget. We promise to be wherever and in everything you haven't noticed yet. We promise to be we, even one by one…"

Erik's body floated. He was still firmly pressed on his bed, but the eternal part of himself seemed to rise above his tired flesh and hover at the beckoning of ButtaFly's mouth thousands of miles away.

"We promise to outsmart your mind. We promise to overlove your heart. We promise to echo over your voice. We promise you everything. Everything. All we ask."

An image formed in his mind.

Full lips. Feline eyes. Skin rich and dark and made for touching and deep kissing.

His hand slid to his manhood.

ButtaFly spun dreams, drums, and breakbeats, sounds and rhythms that kept him floating above himself even as he stroked a growing erection in his hand. He tried to create a more detailed rendering of what he imagined the DJ to look like, but as pre-cum beaded at the tip of his swollen glans, his brain substituted Devika's face and body as a placeholder and he ran with it.

He tugged hard on his dick, keeping a tight grip right under the ridge of his tip. He imagined Devika's ass wiggling as he slapped his dick on her ass cheeks. ButtaFly's music urged him on and when she spoke to her audience about the songs she was about to mix in next, he latched onto her voice and grunted hard.

"Fuck!"

His hand was slick and more pre-cum spilled onto his fingers.

"Fuck this dick!"

"You ready for more?"

The haunting track ButtaFly flooded his ears with dragged him to the edge. He jumped up and turned over on his bed. Grabbing his pillow, he jammed it under his waist and ground his dick on it, pumping his hips as his glutes flexed hard. Eyes squeezed shut he conjured up images of a shapely ass clapping loud because of his thrusts.

A disembodied voice had him humping his pillow, the casing growing damp from the amount of pre-cum he was shooting out from his sensitive tip. He jammed his right hand on top of his erection to create a tunnel, allowing him to pretend he was in ButtaFly's pussy. His hand was slippery and he pushed down on the pillow to get more friction. The music in his ears was made for fucking and he thrust harder imagining some tight pussy yanking on his dick as his balls pounded into a nice soft ass. She sounded like the type who could throw it back on him and make him cry because it was so good. He lost it then.

He yelled like he was knee-deep in gushy pussy.

His thighs grew taught and his orgasm rushed across his ass and up over his back and neck before any semen flooded all over his pillow and sheets. A long groan blew out from his throat as he rubbed out another smaller nut. His fingers touched the pillow. The whole thing was soaked and sticky.

Leaning on his thighs he threw his head back to stretch his neck.

The moment he got to M.I.T. he was going to look for that DJ. There was no way in hell she could make him cum like that and he not find out what she looked like. His dick was still hard, and she kept the music going. He reached for his cell and searched through some old files. He pulled one up.

Athena.

She allowed him to film her as he hit from the back while she held onto her bedroom dresser. He watched Athena's big titties hang down and bounce in the mirror as he pounded her pussy. Jacking off again he allowed the music in his ears to narrate the fucking he watched himself do on his phone. Cradling one overly full breast in his hand on film, he watched his video self cum inside of her, calling out her name as she released on his dick screaming his. His eager hand worked his dick on the bed, the hard strokes slowed down until his cum splashed all over his stomach. He fell back on the bed feeling wiped out.

During his lunch break the next day, he downloaded the book of poetry, ButtaFly shared from the previous night, and read the piece at least five times. The words resonated with him. And they did something else: reminded him of his purpose.

Inside the work labs at AccuTech, Erik studied the mock-ups of new guns and smart weapons. He toyed with experimenting with vibranium and creating sonic weapons.

"We promise to outsmart your mind."

The line of the poem came back to him.

Staring at the new gun design that Tony had posed with on the Forbes magazine cover, Erik thought of converting it and somehow using the properties of the vibranium on it. As he listened to the best weapons designers grapple with the Jericho X missile prototypes, Erik memorized what he saw so that he could sketch it out later in his apartment. He wanted to compare it to the designs he saw in his father's old journals. He asked to work on the Stark sonic canon, a non-lethal long-range acoustic device. Granted permission to do so, he studied how the LRADs could be modified with the ideas he had swimming in his head. He looked for cheap and easy ways to mass manufacture devices that could be shipped around the world undetected. But he had to figure out how much vibranium it would take to modify Stark's LRADs. He only had six months left to absorb all he could.

He stayed diligent with his work and Tony visited AccuTech often giving his thoughts on their progress. Stark was preoccupied with some politicians giving him grief, and also preparing for the new batch of summer interns. He stripped down the number of interns he would have from 100 to fifty. That meant it would be even more competitive. Summoned to Tony's Los Angeles office from Palos Verdes where he had been working, Erik stepped into the outer sanctum and found Devika speaking to some assistants from other higher-ups. She took one look at him and paused for a long time. He realized then that they hadn't seen one another for a couple of months, his time spent in Palos Verdes cutting off contact between them in person.

He was about to step into Tony's office, but she held up a hand signaling for him to wait. When the assistants left, she walked over to him.

"Hey," she said.

"Hi."

Her eyes stared at him like she was seeing him for the first time.

"What?" he said feeling self-conscious.

"Something about you is different."

"How so?"

He sat on her desk.

"There's a swagger about you that is different…hmmm, more confident maybe?"

"When have I ever been less confident?"

"You look…good. Sophisticated."

Her eyes flitted away from his face. She was acting bashful all of a sudden.

"How's Wyatt?" he asked.

Her eyes regarded him carefully.

Wyatt was her new boyfriend, an older dude from Seattle she met at a mixer in Los Feliz.

"He's doing well. Thanks for asking."

He let his eyes linger on hers. She was still checking him out.

"He better be treating you like a Queen. Let me know if he doesn't," he said moving off of her desk and heading into Tony's office.

"Stevens. Good, we can get this intern stuff sorted. Come with me."

Tony swept past him and Erik followed. They only went around the corner from his office and into a mid-sized conference room. Pepper was inside the space along with two other executives Erik was not familiar with.

"Awesome, we can finish up now," Pepper said.

Tony and Erik took a seat at the end of the oval conference table facing a blank wall. Pepper handed them touchpads and turned on a floating screen.

"We've narrowed down applicants to just under three hundred. You need to choose who you want to be interviewed."

Erik and Tony scrolled CVs on the touchpads. So many names.

They painstakingly went through every CV, staring at applicant photos floating in front of them. Tony was open to Erik's suggestions, and this fact alone opened up the pool of applicants from ones Tony would've overlooked from his own biases. He tended to court favor with those from Ivy League schools and who had the same boring backgrounds. Mainly white and East Asian applicants who all did the shit that they thought would make them stand out. How many classically trained pianists/violinists who played La Crosse, Tennis, Chess, and water polo did one need? Sometimes too many extracurricular activities signaled a follower. A simp that did things not because they enjoyed it but because it padded their resume. He forced Tony to consider graduates from non-Ivy Leagues, those who did community-based work where they lived. More women applicants of color, especially Black and Latinx ones. He even suggested Tribal Colleges and lower-tiered public universities and colleges. He also mentioned looking at people who didn't have perfect Dean's Lists grades.

"I tell you what. I'll give you three weeks to open up the pool and bring in those types of potential interns you suggested. Pepper, give him access to the advertising bulletins," Tony said.

"That's cutting it close, Tony, we need to have interviews lined up and applicants chosen by the beginning of May."

Pepper and the other two Execs looked annoyed.

"Stevens can get it done. Give him the bulletins," Tony said, standing up.

Erik followed Tony out of the conference room.

"Let's go have lunch," Tony said.

Tony drove them to a restaurant in Pasadena. A small French café with excellent crepes filled with savory meats and sauces.

"Are you enjoying AccuTech?" Tony asked.

Erik nodded as he chewed a forkful of chicken masala crepes.

"I'm getting good reports about you. You've adjusted to the pace."

"It's cool. The LRAD work is right up my alley. That's what I'll study at school. Hands-on work will have me ahead of the curve."

"Grimaldo keeps hitting me up. He is ready for this re-match."

"I am too,"

"You sure you don't want me to bankroll you?"

"Nah."

"He tends to be at his best on his home turf."

"I'm good."

"Some things to know…"

A waiter brought over a glass of wine for Tony and sparkling water for Erik.

"We will be among a lot of royalty. I know you have excellent sartorial choices, but I need you to step up even more and have some formal clothing for at least a week—"

"A week? We'll be gone that long?"

"I'm making some business deals while I'm there, so work will be happening. You can use that time to work on the intern stuff. Pepper isn't coming with us, so I will slip you back into your old personal assistant role. She'll guide you from here. You'll need to be extra discreet while we are over there, and also be prepared for last-minute changes."

Erik ate his meal and listened.

"You sound kind of nervous," Erik said.

"Not nervous. This Jericho deal is very important and we'll be among some other industrialists and even some nefarious characters that want to see me fail. Things have to be tight and not attracting negative attention."

Erik nodded.

"I like the things you brought up at the intern meeting."

"Pepper and the others didn't sound so delighted."

"They'll get over it. It's why I put it in your hands for new outreach. Hey, are you sure about leaving for school after August?"

"Yeah. Gotta get that graduate degree."

"You should stay on at AccuTech."

Erik shook his head.

"M.I.T., Navy. That order."

Tony finished up his wine and glanced at his watch.

"Back to work," he said.

Erik stopped at Tony's office before picking up his car in the Stark garage. Devika was alone there, and her eyes seemed to light up when she saw him again.

"How was lunch?"

"Good. What do you want me to bring back from Monaco for you?"

"You don't have to bring me anything—"

"I want to."

"A t-shirt is cool-"

"T-shirt? That's so gauche. I'll bring you something classy."

"Don't spend a lot, Erik."

"I'll bring you back something that won't make your man jealous. How 'bout that?"

"Okay."

He smiled at her. The aroma of her perfume hit his nose suddenly and the scent took him back to her bedroom and the smell of her on his skin.

"I'm out," he said walking away quickly.

When his work was over for the day, he spread out on his bed nude and slipped on his earbuds.

"As-salaam 'alaykum, Beloved. Welcome to the Cosmic Café…"

Erik's muse took him away once more. Soothed his spirit. Steadied his mind.

He was ready for Monaco.

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Puppy Love

PAIRINGS: Bucky Barnes x Unisex! Reader (Platonic!)

WARNINGS: canis! Reader, a splash of angst, nightmares, guilt, poor bucky, injuries, mentions of killings, light swearing, mentions of animal abuse, rescuing, doubts, adoption, mischievous reader, adorable, pet names, fluff, reader's breed is a bulldog. (🍦)

After another devastating nightmare, Bucky decided to join Steve's and Sam's morning run, not expecting to meet someone who could possibly lighten the soldier's gloomy heart.

Word Count: 2810

Hello, princesses and princes! I hope you are all doing well during the quarantine. After what it seems like years, I have finally made another one-shot after getting inspired by watching tons of dog videos. Stay healthy and don't forget to wash your hands! ❤🍑

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(C/F) = Color of Fur

Please, don't kill us!

Don't hurt my child!

Monster!

Winter Soldier is a murderer, not a hero.

A piercing scream in his head jolted him awake and sat up with a terrified yelp, his chest rising up and down as his forehead is moistened with sweat.

'Fourth time in a row...' Bucky groaned as he roughly palmed his face with his hands, not knowing how to stop the guilt from getting to him every darn day. After a few minutes of trying to redeem himself, he got out of bed and now noticed how wrinkled and messy the bed is, and he assumed that he must have tossed and turned in his sleep.

As he was about to undress, there was a knock coming from his door. He wanted to ignore it because he wanted to be alone right now, but when the person told him who it is, he sighed and opened the door, seeing Steve in his light blue shirt and dark blue sweatpants, his usual clothes for his morning run.

There was a short awkward silence before his best friend spoke, "Hey, bud. I heard you screamed, again... are you alright?" He hated seeing Bucky in this state, it seems like his nightmares won't go anytime soon. He tried everything he can to bring back the Bucky he knew or at least gain some confidence, but none of it worked.

Bucky sighed and looked away from him, hiding half of his body behind the door, "No, not really..." He murmured rather to himself than to Steve.

Steve's face saddened a bit, "What happened?"

Then the nightmares flashed into his mind again and his eyes started to get wet, just remembering how he killed those innocent people without mercy, guilt immediately eat him. He quickly blinked the tears away and scowled, "Don't wanna talk about it." He said and went to close the door but Steve was fast enough to put his foot in the gap and hold the door.

"I hate seeing you like this, Bucky, but how can we help you if you're just gonna shut us out?" He questioned him and Bucky went quiet, doubting himself if he deserves the help or not, "I know that you killed those people, but that wasn't you. You were brainwashed and was under control by Hydra, none of those is your fault."

Bucky stopped holding the door against Steve and let him open it wide enough to see the whole of him. His hair was tangled, dark bags under his eyes, and his eyes are red from the lack of sleep, "Jesus, Buck... You know what, you will get showered and dressed up," he said as he entered his room and went to grab clothes for him, "Because you're coming with us."

The dark-haired soldier furrowed his eyebrows, "I didn't say I agree."

"It wasn't a question."

"Y'all can't wait your asses for me!" Panted Sam as he approached the two men sitting on the bench and sat down with them.

Steve lowly chuckled while Bucky smirked, not even a drop of sweat can be seen from their bodies and clothes, thanks to their super-soldier semen serum. Sam was able to calm his breathing and stood up, ready for another walk, "There's a place that has water and cooks good food, wanna check it out?" He suggested and the blonde nodded, standing up from the bench and when he sees that Bucky didn't do the same, he asked, "Hey, you wanna come with us or just stay here?"

Bucky shrugged his shoulders, looking out at the quiet park and thanked God that there are not many people here, "I rather stay here. I'll wait."

Steve and Sam looked at each other before making a decision, "Alright then, we'll just get takeouts. We'll be back for a moment." The two of them began to walk towards their destination and Bucky sighed, finally getting some time alone and rested his elbows on his knees, just thinking about how he could solve his own problems without involving any-

His thoughts were interrupted when he heard very faint and small steps slowly approaching him, due to his enhanced hearing. Bucky looked around, but he didn't see anything or anyone, probably it's his mind fucking him over again.

Around half an hour later, the two men were back with plastic bags in their hands, filled with delicious food and water, "Sorry if it took us a bit longer than we should have, the line was a bit crazy." Steve apologized as he sat down with Buck and Sam, taking out their food and water and started to eat.

Sam moaned at how delicious a sandwich could be, "Damn, this is good!" Both soldiers agreed and went back to eating their food peacefully. Bucky's sandwich is almost finished but his mouth is begging for some liquid, so he pulled the wrapper a bit and set it aside on the small space at the end of the bench and took good gulps of his cold water. He set his water down and reached for his sandwich, but instead of a sandwich, all he felt was air.

He frowned, he was bewildered as to why his food disappeared, yet said nothing to the guys about it... until he tried to grab his water but it also vanished!

He was starting to get irritated and stood up from his seat to look for the thief, ready to put his hands on... a puppy?

"Guys...?" Bucky called for the boys and they all looked at him with questions in their faces. When he didn't respond, they followed his gaze and their expression turned into a surprise one. Under the bench, a dirty, (C/F) puppy bulldog was trying to open the bottle cap with its mouth but was too weak to do so.

Then the dog began whimpering and looked directly at Bucky for help, silently asking to give it some water. It took seconds for Bucky to kneel down and grab the bottle to open for the starving puppy in front of him, not quite sure what he was doing or why he was doing this. The pup came closer to him and straight away put its tongue out to catch the refreshing water. The first one to speak about the situation is Sam, "Where the hell did the puppy come from?"

Steve mumbled an 'I don't know' and continued to watch the puppy, "Poor dog, it must be alone and looked for anything to survive." He slowly stretched out his hand to pet it but it flinched and moved away, going behind Bucky's legs.

The action made Bucky's lips twitched into a smile and was shocked when he realized what he did. Never did anything made Bucky laugh or smile for a long time, especially that is small, chubby, soft, and cute.

"So, umm..." Sam hesitated, looking at them if they have any idea what to do, "What are we gonna do?"

"Someone had probably kicked the pup when it was a week old. Now its 8 weeks old, its bones and other parts are healed but still fragile. Once it is fed with proper food and vitamins, it will be a strong and happy pup." Dr. Cho gave the puppy a smile and lightly scratched its head.

The bulldog shied away from the doctor and went back to Bucky, who was standing at the end of the table and listened to what every Dr. Cho said, and placed its paws on his abdomen. It let out a whine and as if Bucky understood the pup, he carefully grabbed it by the belly and cradled it against his chest.

"Huh," Sam observed how the puppy got already comfortable with the winter soldier and almost fell asleep on his arms, "It looks like the dog got attracted to him pretty quickly."

Steve grinned, "Definitely. All we have to deal with is how everybody gonna react when they see this cute pup." He gently petted the dog and it didn't flinch away this time, slowing beginning to love the attention it's getting, "Do you have a name for it, Buck?"

Bucky looked down at the soft creature he's holding and saw that it is staring back at him, as if it's also waiting for an answer to Steve's question. The pup has (C/F) fur, (C/E) eyes, a chubby body, and a cute face. Finally, a name came in his mind.

"(Y/N)."

'Wake up, hooman!' The puppy let out a tiny bark as it approached Bucky who was peacefully sleeping and started to lick his face. He groaned as he felt his face getting attacked with dog saliva and gently pushed the pup away, using his t-shirt to clean his face, "Calm down, buddy..."

He laid there for a moment as he was still tired and the pup took it as an opportunity to climb on his strong chest, its eyes casting down to Bucky's and admired his fine features, 'I have a handsum hooman!'

Bucky stared at the pup who's staring back at him and a small smile slowly plastered on his face, "You're such a cutie, (Y/N)." He mumbled and started stroking the pup's chubby bod, lining every rolls on its body.

(Y/N) started to whine as it felt ticklish with Bucky's petting, so it started to catch his fingers with its mouth to stop him while he watched in amusement and continued teasing you, 'I know I'm cute, but don't touch my fatties!'

It has been 2 weeks since (Y/N) stayed in the Avengers compound and when they first saw the pup, everyone immediately fell in love, which made Bucky's life easier. He thought that they will kick the puppy out, especially Tony since they both aren't in good terms, but he decided to put it in the past and move forward. He also fell in love with the pup that he spoil (Y/N) with the stuff that it needs and wants, which means unnecessarily buying 8 dog beds and a bunch of dog toys and treats, and planning to make a dog suit.

You loved every attention you get from everyone! Every treats, belly rubs, strokes, kisses, everything! You took it as an advantage and be a mischieve little pup. Like how you stole tools from the lab and hide it somewhere they can't find for a few days. No one suspected you until that day when you tried to get Steve's shield from his room while he was in the bathroom, but it was too heavy and he came out just in time, with a towel around his hips. When he saw what you were doing, everything clicked in his mind that you were the one who's behind all of it. He then gave you a lecture while you barked in protest.

Ever since that day, everyone would be skeptical about what you're going to do next because they know that Steve's lecture is not enough to stop your mischievousness. Bucky even tried to warn you but you didn't listen. :D In fact, Loki started to like you even more and you sometimes join his wickery pranks and tricks on others, especially on Thor.

But even after all that, they still adore you and you at times become a helpful partner. Like when Bruce needed some tools, you would be there and get it for him. When Bucky was training with Steve, you would get them cold and refreshing water. When Sam was bickering with Peter, you would always choose Sam's side. because Bucky told you that Peter cannot be trusted that easily.

Bucky yawned as he carried you against his chest and stood up from the bed, "Come on, bud, it's time to take a bath." He said and headed towards the bathroom, with you whining because you don't like baths. :<

Today is a lucky day. There are no missions, no threats, no bad guys to take care of, which means they have nothing to do and Tony took that as an opportunity to have a movie night. There are popcorns, poptarts, water, and other treats and drinks that they can enjoy, and dog treats for you, of course.

People have settled in and Sam gets to pick the movie after arguing with Tony for picking the same movie every movie night. You and Bucky were the last one to join in and sat beside Steve, who greeted the both of you and you greeted him back with a few licks on his fingers, which made him chuckle and pet your head.

After everyone was comfortable enough, the movie finally started. You didn't know why you were here, but you were excited because you get to see everyone! But it seems like they are focused on that big, glowing square and you don't wanna be a rude dog for interrupting whatever they're watching. So you just lay on Booki's lap, trying to find a way to entertain yourself because the movie doesn't seem too interesting to you. You looked around and your eyes landed on the dog treats, but then you remembered what happened yesterday, which made you let out a small growl.

"Dr. Cho noticed that you were getting bigger." Bucky said once he entered his room after checking you up to see if you're getting better. What he said made you look up at him and lowly growled.

'Pfft! There's no such thing as bigger, hooman. It's nor-'

"So we have to put you on a diet." He simply said as if it's an easy thing to do. Hearing the word Diet made you jump out of his arms and land on his bed before he even sit down. You started barking at him for even putting you in such tragic!

'No, you crazy hooman! You cannot put me on a diet! It sounds ridiculous!'

Bucky watched you bark and bark, not understanding a single thing you said but decided to play along, "It's not good to overfeed because you will have problems, (Y/N), so I suggest that you should follow." He said and ended the conversation by plopping down on the side of the bed and started reading his book.

'Hhmmp!' You groaned and left the bed, heading to your own and trying to make yourself comfortable, trying to forget that you're on a diet. :(

You were ignoring him purposely as he was trying to talk to you, but everything he says is not helping you at all. You love food! But then he drops the word you never thought he will say... the F word.

"We just have to adjust your food. Maybe I will add in chicken and instead of eggs, I will use vegetables because eggs has too much fat." Your head quickly turned towards him and glArEd at him for a few seconds.

He seemed to notice your look so he quickly adds in, "No, (Y/N), I didn't call you fat, I was explaining that-'

'UNACCEPTABLE!' You cut him off with a bark.

The next thing you knew is that you were chewing on Bucky's chin, which seemed to prickled your mouth a bit because of his stubble beard. You thought that chewing on his chin will cause him great pain for letting you suffer through diet! >:D

Bucky was unfazed with what you're doing since your teeth is still small. To be honest, it felt quite ticklish. He just let you do what you do while he stroke your back.

"Alright, (Y/N), it's time for bed." Bucky placed you down on his bed and you immediately snuggled on the other pillow, the softness of it made you almost fell asleep.

He took his side and got comfortable under the covers, sighing as this day is almost over and another one is starting tomorrow. Bucky looked to his side and see that his pup has fell asleep, looking peaceful and lightly snoring. A smile made its way to his lips and carefully stroke your head with his metal index finger.

As he stares at his pet, he reflected and compared how his life was before and after adopting you. Bucky realized how dull it was, hoping that someone will stop his never-ending misery, and as if God heard his prayers, he sent someone. Someone that he never thought of, a puppy.

Ever since then, his life was never the same. He has someone he will protect, someone who will be there for him and be his friend, his family.

Bucky slowly raised himself from his position and gave you a light kiss on the forehead, "Thank you for being there for me, (Y/N). Love you." He whispered before he went back to his side and wait until sleep overtook him.

'Love you too, Booki.'

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For the Love of Shell- Chapter 38

Here is chapter 38 of my Oc story! 

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With winter come and gone, spring and summer came rushing in. The dreary slush and ice melting away to flowers and flowers gave way to hot summer nights. It was hard to believe the year was already half way over with.

They continued to keep the purple dragons check with the police, their mutant presence known within its ranks. They had yet to meet the brains behind the operation, Hun, but it was only a matter of time before he would make himself known and deal with them himself. They looked forward to that meeting maybe that could end this foolishness with his downfall.

The battle nexus championship was a just a week away, and everyone was beside themselves with excitement. Leo looked forward to seeing his friend Usagi again, along with showing what he and his brothers could do in the tournament. He was determined to have at least one of them win the championship, they had been training hard and hoped they deserved to at least make it to the finals.

Master Splinter was going to accompany them to the Battle Nexus but was not going to participate in the tournament, but he was looking forward to seeing his old friend the Daimyo. Leo sat on his bed sharpening his katana when he looked to the side of his bed and rested his eyes on the special bonsai tree that sat proudly on his night stand. Well maintained, green and lush, he took pride keeping the tree alive and well. It had been almost a year since they had seen Aurora last; her last painting had sold in Egypt for a substantial sum. Most of the proceeds were given to a local charity which didn’t surprise him in the slightest.

He hoped she was well and happy. Maybe she had a boyfriend? Maybe she was married? The thought suddenly made his heart drop into his stomach, rolling over on itself at the mere thought of her in someone else’s arms.

Shaking the unpleasant image from his mine he didn’t need to think about that. Besides he was the one to let Aurora go so foolishly, so he needed to stop thinking about her and learn to deal with the consequences. He allowed the tree to remain by his bed side as a reminder of the love they shared, that he had, had a glimpse of happiness for at a moment in time. He never wanted to forget the smell of her, the taste of her lips, the sound of her voice. Each of those precious memories were slowly slipping away as time went by. Vanishing from his senses like dust in a storm. It hurt to lose them like he was losing a part of himself as they faded from his mind. Selfishly he hoped she would attend the Battle Nexus championship, so he could see her once more, maybe refresh the happy memories of her sound and smell but knew she most likely wouldn’t. He imagined she had moved on making a new life for herself and wouldn’t trouble herself with a championship of mutants and aliens.

Leo imagined her lying on a beach in Egypt curled up on someone’s arms nuzzled into their armpit like she once did with him, kissing his lips. Shaking his head of the unpleasant thoughts again he finished sharpening his katana and made his way to the kitchen were Mikey had just finished preparing dinner for the family.

The entire family sat down at the kitchen table as Mikey set the large casserole dish filling with something delicious smelling on the makeshift trivet in the middle of the too small for four mutant turtles kitchen table.

Splinter leaned forward taking a low pull of the pleasant aroma his eyes closing in delight. “My son, your cooking skills have much improved over the past year. What is this dish called?”

“Shrimp and White Bean Cassoulet sensei.” Mikey smiled sitting down next to Raph who was already dishing up a sizable helping for their father.  

The old rat took a spoon full of the helping he was given and took a tentative bite. Mikey watched his father chew the food he made and waited with baited breath to see if he liked it or not. After what seemed like forever his father’s swallowed what was on his mouth and a giant smile broke over his face and took another bit bite. “You have outdone yourself Michelangelo. It is very good.”

After the approval of their father the rest of family eagerly dug in filling their bellies with Mikey’s new talent.

Raphael leaned back rubbing his now fully belly and gave his little brother a thumbs up. He could get used to the home cooked meals; he was beginning to get tired of pizza nearly every night. His eyes wandered over to his eldest brother, their leader. He seemed a little distracted as he played with his fork from across the table.

He was still angry with him but after time passed he begin to understand why he did what he did. Aurora deserved to be happy and if it was without them then he was ok with it. But damn did he miss her. “Penny for your thoughts fearless?” he finally asked tossing his napkin at the distracted turtle.

Raph smiled when his older brother caught the flying projectile without even looking up, his senses had definitely gotten better over the past year. Leo had been training pretty much nonstop most likely to keep his mind off of the forbidden subject in the lair. Aurora’s name had barely been mentioned since last Christmas. Leo took care of that bonsai tree like it was his child, tending to it every day without fail. He would admit he had spent a few times sitting on Leo’s bed staring at the tree imagining Aurora near death laying beside the small fragile sapling fighting with her body to stay awake, to stay alive. He would give the tree a mist of water before running his fingers over the green foliage before returning to his day. He knew Mikey and Donnie did the same, he had caught them both staring at the tree several times as well.

Finally Leo looked up from his fork and locked eyes with his hothead brother.

“Just thinking about the Battle Nexus Championship, trying to mentally prepare for it I guess. Looking forward to seeing Usagi as well, it’s been a year since we’ve seen him.”

“What about little bunny foo foo?” Mikey playfully cooed running his fingers up his older brothers arm. “I’m sure she’s gonna be happy to see you bro!” His eye ridges waged suggestively.

“Yeah she’s gonna be happy to find out your single.” Donnie chimed in taking another bite of casserole directly from the dish still sitting on the table.

Leo grunted in frustration at the nickname Aurora gave Asuna and shook his head letting his fork drop with a clang onto his plate. “Not interested, she’s the one who put doubt in my mind when we were there last.”

“What?” Raph suddenly got irritated eyeing his brother. “What did that fucking rabbit say about Aurora?”

“She asked me how long it would take for Aurora to realize that I couldn’t give her a normal life. I can’t marry her, can’t give her children. I can only offer seclusion and a sewer.”

“That bitch.” Both Raphael and Mikey growled.

“What makes you think you can’t give her a child?” Donnie cut in questioningly.

“Um..I’m a mutant turtle and she’s human.”  

Donnie leaned back in his chair and hummed his disappointment in his brother, “In theory there is no reason we can’t have children with humans. You forget we ourselves are half human with human DNA. I’ve analyzed my semen and found it nearly identical to humans. There’s no guarantee but it’s not impossible.”

“Donnie my boy, I don’t wanna know how you got your hands on human sperm to compare to your own.” Mikey laughed gathering up the remains of dinner before shuffling it off to the sink to soak the dishes.

“Sperm banks Mikey.”

“Ewwww!” the orange banded turtle grunted in disgust from the sink.  

Donnie shook his head pushing himself away from the table and began helping Mikey with putting away dinner. Gently nudging his younger brothers from the sink he took over the duty of washing the dishes.

Leo ignored his brothers, his thoughts lost to the pleasant thought of Aurora’s belly swollen with child…. their child. Lying in his arms her back resting against his plastron as his hands rubbed lightly across the taught flesh of her extended belly feeling their unborn child shift beneath his fingers. A genuine smile tugged at his lips as his fingers splayed across the table rubbing the formica top.

“Leo?” a deep voice broke him from his thoughts.

“Hmm?” Leo looked up to see Raph eyeing him cautiously.

“After we digest all this shrimp you wanna train?”

“Sure Raph.”

~~~~~~~~~

The four brothers sat in the poorly lit alleyway and watched their father draw the mystic symbols across the old bricks of the vacant building with white chalk. Each swipe of the chalk was smooth and calculated as his furry fingers drew the symbols from memory. Finally finished Master Splinter handed the chalk to Donnie who quickly placed it into his duffle bag. Taking a deep breath the old rat pressed his palms together in a praying pose and began to recite the incantation.

Slowly the water that lay in the alleyway rushed towards the symbols rolling up over the chalk outline merging and swirling into what looked like a water door. After a few moments the water congealed into a watery doorway and began to glow with a light blue hue. Splinter wasted no time and passed through the liquid passageway followed shortly by his four sons.

As the white light of the portal faded they found themselves in the bustling city of the Daimyo’s kingdom. The streets were teaming with anthropomorphic animals buying and selling wares seeming unfazed by the sudden appearance of five bodies through a portal.

Hoisting their bags over their shoulders they made their way through the market towards the Daimyo’s palace. They were invited by the Daimyo himself to stay in his home as they attended the battle nexus championship.

As they passed by the carts of goods eyes began to follow them, fingers pointing in their direction followed by excited mumbles. Young females of all species lined up on the street to stare at them eyes bright with enthusiasm.

“What was that about?” Mikey whispered to his older brothers eyeing the eager gazes in the crowd. The young turtle could feel the adrenaline start to race through his veins. This was exciting; it looked like they had been expecting them and thrilled to meet them, his baby blue eyes sparkled with anticipation.

Reaching the gates the large doors opened allowing the passage into the court yard. The main door slide open revealing the large ruler his arms outstretched in welcome as they approached.

“It is good to see you old friend.” The large man rumbled with laughter as his eyes beamed with happiness.

“My old friend it has been too long and for that I apologize, the past few years have been….busy. And I am sorry it wasn’t me that introduced you to my sons last year. How have you been? How is your son?” Master Splinter grinned up at Daimyo his hips tiling as he bowed out of respect.  

“Nonsense Splinter, there is no need for apologize our meeting a year ago was destiny I am sure of it. Ue-Sama is good, healthy and eager to learn. His skill advances everyday and looks forward to his time as Daimyo. Sometimes I think he’s a little too eager to take over. But that is here nor there. Now I’m sure you’d like to see where you’ll be staying for the tournament? I hope you don’t mind sharing a room, it is big enough to accommodate all five of you and has been set up with five beds but rooms this week are scarce in the palace as you might have guessed.” The Daimyo smiled ushering them into the large door of the large palace.

Leo stepped next to his father and spoke up, “We are grateful for your hospitality Daimyo and will take whatever is available to us. We are used to sleeping in the same room so it is no trouble.”

The Daimyo slowed and looked down on the blue leader while he led them through the great hall. His aged eyes flashed with something but quickly returned to his joyful demeanor before answering him. His large came down resting on the top of his carapace, “Leonardo I look forward to seeing you and your brothers competing in the tournament this afternoon. There have been stories of you four and your skill and bravery from last year’s battle. You four have become rather popular with the ladies.” A deep rumbling laugh escaped the ruler’s throat opening a door to what looked like their quarters for their stay.

“Yes we noticed the stares as we passed through the market. We were wondering what that was about.” Donnie said setting his duffle bag on one the farthest bed from the door.

“Yes don’t be surprised if you become very popular very fast. Now if you will excuse me I need to make final preparations for the tournament this afternoon. Please make yourself at home and don’t hesitate to ask Gyoji if you require anything. Please present yourself to the battle arena for registration at 2pm your time. You all must take part in the qualifying round before you enter the tournament. But I have no doubt each of you will succeed. I’ll see you all on the arena. Good luck turtles.” And with that the Daimyo exited their room disappearing down the hallway.    

Leo sat down on the bed he chose and set his bag down next to him. His eyes moved to his brothers as they settled in. “Does anyone want to join me in the market? I’d like to wander around for a bit before we register. I’m hoping we can run into Usagi, would be nice to see him before we go.”

All three of his brothers were happy to go but Sensei wanted to stay behind to attend to a small matter, but promised to meet them at the arena at the given time of registration.

The street loud with conversation they looked over the wears and food for sale. Every once in a while they were stopped and gushed over, random hands brushing up against their shells and fingers lingering on their arms. Most of the admirers were female but they did get a few males come up to them shaking their hands thanking them for their help last year.  

Mikey and Raph soon broke off from the other two wanting to find something warm to eat and Donnie got distracted by some old artifacts.

“I’m gonna be a bit, go ahead and keep going I’ll meet you back at our room in an hour.” Donnie waved his eldest brother on turning an ancient metal tool over in his fingers.

Further down the street Leo was buying a sharpening stone when his name rang out behind him. Turning around after completing his purchase his eyes narrowed in on a familiar female rabbit.

“Asuna.” Leo forced a smile waving to the cheery rabbit as she jogged towards him her arms outstretched for an apparent hug. Bracing himself he let the rabbit practically knock him on his shell wrapping her arms around his carapace.  

“It’s so good to see you Leonardo. It has been too long! Are you and your brothers here for the tournament?” She smiled sweetly up at him her chin placed on the top of his plastron her eyes sparkling with adoration.  

Returning the hug awkwardly he gently pushed her from his body. “It’s good to see you too Asuna. Yes my brothers and I are here to participate. Hey have you seen Usagi? I was hoping to chat with him before everything starts.”

Her fingers remaining touching his forearms and nodded quickly pulling at his arms. “Yes he’s down by the stables talking to Gen. Here I’ll take you to him. He will be very pleased to see you. He has also expressed his excitement in seeing you today.”

Being led by his arm Leo had no choice but to follow the eager rabbit doing his best at keeping the young female from brushing up against him as they weaved through busy streets. He was finding it very difficult to keep her from touching him, her hips brushing up against his, her grasp pulling a little too hard so his arm would brush across her breasts. She was incorrigible.

After a few silent moments being dragged by his arm she finally slowed giving his arm reprieve. Her white furry fingers began dancing across his pebbled skin of his bicep and he could tell she wanted to ask him something. He didn’t have to wait long.

“So is Aurora here? I figured she’d be by your side.” She asked almost in a whisper her eyes training on his looking for any emotional reaction.

Letting out deep sigh he shook his head. “I have no idea, I broke it off with her a year ago and we haven’t seen her since. And that’s all I’ll say about it so I would appreciate the topic not being brought up again.”

Her head turned no doubt keeping the happy grin to herself at the news he was no longer with Aurora. He really didn’t want to see her nor spend any time with the meddlesome rabbit. She was conniving and calculating her mind scheming, she was nice enough but he didn’t trust her. True it was still his fault his relationship with Aurora ended due to his poor judgment but she had planted the poisonous seed of doubt that grew into a snarling demon in his mind.  The sooner they got to Usagi the sooner he’d been free of little bunny foo foo.

As they rounded the corner Asuna’s body tensed and pushed him back around the corner pressing him carapace back against the brick building. Her eyes darted to him and back to the looming corner they had just been.

“What? What’s going on?” He asked feeling annoyed at the close proximity to the female rabbit.  

A smile spread across her face and she struck with a quickness he couldn’t prepare for. Her furry hands cupped his cheeks and leaned forward her lips slanting over his. Her tongue pressed into his mouth catching him off guard he couldn’t even make his mind move fast enough to push her away. Her warm body pressed firmly to his her breasts compressing against his plastron.

His mind began to process what was going on and his hands rested on her shoulders ready to push the conniving rabbit from his body when he saw why the rabbit was kissing him.

In what seemed like slow motion Aurora in all her glory rounded the corner nearly running smack dab into them. His mind still in a confused fog he was unable to react fast enough as her purple eyes focused quickly in on his.

Not quite registering what she was seeing she smiled awkwardly at the kissing duo but realization struck her like a runaway bull hitting her in the stomach. Her eyes widened in shock then pain watching helplessly as the rabbit’s mouth assaulted his. Leo noticed her body go rigid her hands clenching into fists at her side as her breath hitched in her throat. The sorrow that played over her startled features soon was replaced by anger as her purple eyes flashed for a second with their brilliant light.

It all seemed to happen slowly dragging on before his very eyes as he tried to get his body to respond with his minds commands but in all reality it all happened in a matter of a few seconds. Getting his hands to move Leo finally pushed Asuna from his body their mouths popping as their lips parted.

“Aurora.” Leo gasped for breath wiping their mingling saliva from his mouth with the back of his hand. But time began to run at normal speed again and as quick as she was there she disappeared back around the corner leaving his eyesight.

“Asuna, what the shell were you thinking?” Leo growled trying to go after the retreating Aurora but was slammed back against the wall by Asuna who pressed back into him her eye hooded with excitement no doubt pleased with her display.

“Let her go Leonardo. She’s human, your animal, you should be with an animal, you should be with me. I’ll treat you right, I’ll love you, I’ll obey you.” She cooed trying to run her fingers down his cheek but was abruptly stopped by Leonardo crushing grip. A yelp of pain pushed past her lips as her smile faded from her face.

“I can’t believe you did this, your advances are unwarranted. I told you before I was not interested in you Asuna but you still pulled this inappropriate display to blatantly hurt Aurora. Please leave me and my family alone.” Not giving her a chance to object Leo pushed Asuna with force nearly sending her into a cart behind her.

He wiped around the corner fully intent to find Aurora as she retreated but found her gone. As fast his legs would carry him he darted down the street searching the busy crowd for her. How difficult would it to be to find a human in a street filled with animals. Very, apparently, he had no luck locating her doubling back twice to make sure he didn’t miss her.

True to her nature she had vanished into the shadows like the skilled kunoichi she was. At least he knew she was there, no doubt getting ready to take part in the battle nexus championship.

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Bon Anniversaire

A/N: I turned 26 on Friday, and in the midst of my birthday activities 🌚 I wanted to get out this fantasy too. Shoutout to all the Virgo queens! Again, as always thank you all for reading, and please let me know if you wanna be tagged!

Pairing: Erik x Thick Black Reader

Fragrant breeze flowing through the open window, the Egyptian cotton sheets surround your naked body, soft snores coming from you as dawn begins to crest. You stretch out in the king bed, fully rested from yesterday’s activities. It’s your birthday today and you’re grown grown. You’re finally at a place where you can play just as hard as you work and having a spouse who would do anything for you, the sky is the limit. Feeling around the king bed, something is missing. Your husband. Your hunk of a husband.

Erik coordinated a birthday getaway like you’ve never experienced before. Zip lining through the rain forest, jet skiing on the lake, private meals under the stars, courtesy of the finest chef the exotic locale had to offer. He was sooooo good at gift giving; nothing was too extravagant for his baby. He kept everything secret from you, not even revealing the destination to you until you stepped off the jet. Renting a mansion on the water, with so much space and the mind blowing view of the pier from the master room balcony, the possibilities were endless.

Your nose catches the scent of breakfast, getting closer to the room. In walks Erik, his locs free, wearing some white linen pants slung low carrying a silver platter of eggs, breakfast meats, fruits and flavored croissants. Placing it on the table set in your room, he goes back and gets the mimosas and water, to complete the smorgasbord. You’re fighting not to shed a tear at his thoughtfulness, and wrap the large bedsheet around your body and walk toward your lover man. “Now who made all this? You call yourself cooking?”

Erik throws his head back at your teasing and turns himself fully to you, pulling your pelvis to his. He definitely doesn’t have any underwear on, and the beginnings of a full blown erection is starting to poke through the thin material. “Daddy did this. It’s my baby’s birthday, I wanted this to be special for you. Now kiss me, with your mean ass so we can eat.”

You peck Erik and he always has to be extra holding your face and licking your lips and sucking them into his mouth, making you yelp and giggle. He plays so damn much. Both of you begin to dig in, heading straight for the bubbles to set your day off right.

Erik pulls you into his lap, your legs hanging over, your fat cheeks right on top of his cock. At this moment, the mimosas have been emptied and refilled several times; the bubbly has set in fully between you and him, and you were both getting handsy. Grabbing your chin, he leaps in with his tongue first opening your mouth, while pulling down the front of the bedsheet wrapped around your breasts. Your chest is exposed to the air and your nipples harden as he begins to tweak and pull at them, making you squirm.

His dick is so hard right now, fat and long, stiff between his strong thighs. The entire sheet falls from your body and you get up and straddle him, looking at him in his dark eyes. You look down at his pants and back at him, eyebrow raised. There was already a wet spot on the front of his pants from the precum seeping out of his mushroom tip, no need for them to stay on at this point.

You back away and let him stand, his 6 foot frame over your 5 feet and change body, and Erik pulls down his pants, big dick swinging and bobbing. It’s so engorged and beautiful and you’re still in awe every time you see him like this. Naked, vulnerable, open....and yours for the taking. He sits back down in the chair, legs wide, pulling you back down into his lap.

Erik’s lip is pulled under his perfect white teeth, making his dimples pop, breathing hard at your skin touching his. Your pussy is so wet right now, your mound and lips rubbing across his shaft, leaving traces of you behind. “How did the birthday girl like her meal? Looks like she’s feeling nice and energized..”

Smirking at his banter, you reply, “It really hit the spot, baby. But there’s another breakfast sausage that I’m in need of this morning...”

Riled up at your innuendo, Erik grabs you by your cheeks, tilting your body back, spreading your legs and lays his big slab of meat on top of your mound, the head of his dick passing your clit and landing right below your belly button. It was a definite power play; a subtle reminder of the power he possessed and the power you craved for him to unleash upon you. You gulp softly and look up at him, looking super mischievous and prepared to do his worst.

With one big arm wrapped around your body, he raises you up slightly and penetrates your soft hole, your breath caught in your throat by the invasion. His mouth flush against your ear, “One breakfast sausage, coming right up, hot and ready..” Bouncing your body on his dick, juices starting to accumulate in his lap, Erik takes a nipple of yours into his mouth, thrusting up when you bounce down.

Your spirited moans cascade out of the open balcony doors, carried over the lake as you sing of you and your husband’s love. He’s all smiles as he gazes upon you overwhelmed and desperate, in shock and awe at how his cock plunges in and out of you. He’s so deep, and so skilled with his hips, your arms are wrapped tight around the back of his neck so you stay on this wild ride.

Nipping at your neck and ears, he stands up and carries you to the day bed on the balcony, covered by a massive awning to block the sun and keep it cool. Bouncing your body on him the whole way, your braids are splayed all over your face, eyes shut tight at the demon dick you’re receiving. Erik places you on the luxurious mattress, dick throbbing and dripping of your sweetness. “C’mere, open them legs.”

Spread eagle, Erik has both of his hands behind your knees damn near touching the bed behind you. Groans keep falling out of your mouth, dutifully holding your lips open as he inches inside of you, that fat phallus stuffed into your little slit. He shows no mercy, pushing your shit in, marking his territory in your cunt. Eight and a half inches of manhood tunneling through you, all you can do is lay there and take it. “Oh my fucking-oh my....Erik....what is wrong with you? What are you doing to me baby?”, you whine out, as Erik pounds you. Erik is all hard muscle and steel while you were soft, sweet, and round, the perfect balance to bring pleasure forth for the both of you.

He’s panting from giving you a good thrashing, not daring to stop. He gets the good idea to raise your head up and make you look at the intrusion and retreat of his dick inside you. One hand on the side of your head, the other behind your neck; he pulls your head forward so you can see the most erotic sight ever. His fat fucking penis nearly has you bursting at the seams and he can somehow fit every inch inside you. “You see that??? Shit! Dick all in your stomach! Happy birthday baby, I love you..” His hips gyrate forward and he gives you every inch down to his balls, laying heavy on your ass. The bottom of your stomach is protruding slightly from the bulge of his cock, and you’re in disbelief at this wild man between your legs.

Erik pulls out and flops it out on your mound again, coated in your juices, veins popping with the rush of blood through his magical organ. Both of you are breathing harshly, letting your legs fall back down, dick drunk and woozy.

“I love you wife. Turn over. This birthday dick is all yours, let me slice that cake.” He flips you on to your soft stomach, putting your braids to one side and slides inside you, bottoming out in a solitary stroke. Laying right on top of you, he stays right there, sighing softly in your ear at the smooth and light crush of your pussy around him. Your back to his chest, he’s able to really dig you out in this position, his lower back bowed completely to make sure he touched every part of you.

“You just can’t get enough huh? You just can’t stop fucking me into any mattress you see? Nasty ass nigga, keep fucking me just like that!” Your mouth just gets more filthier by the minute, thankful that you two were alone on this side of the lake. This lit a fire under his ass, and he moved to grip your shoulder to keep you in place and the other hand gripped under your chin, punishing you by bringing you back on to his stroke. “Oh, your birthday roll around and you start talking shit huh? All right, let’s see what you gotta say after I pound you out, nasty girl. Dig this good pussy out..”

Your eyes are permanently rolled back in your head at his onslaught, wishing you had just shut the fuck up. He turns your head to look at him, and you’re met with your husband’s beautiful face, masculine features tight and pinched, lone vein in his forehead. He’s trying to make you tap out. Erik’s tongue is resting on his top lip, concentrating on unraveling you totally; his dick is throbbing inside you alerting you to his orgasm. You finally clench on him so you can both cum together and he yells a curse out at that snapper in between your legs. “Fuck, I’m about to-I’m about to!”

Three punishing strokes more and you can’t hold it anymore and gush as he fills you up, his hot semen strengthening your climax, forcing tears from your eyes at the tidal wave of immense pleasure brought to you by your man. He’s leaving open mouth kisses along your neck, collar bone and chin while you gather yourself; everything is super sensitive and his very touch could have you tumbling down the rabbit hole at any moment.

Sitting up on his knees and straddling your body, he is laughing so hard internally at you right now trying to pull it together. Sneaking a slender box from under one of the pillows of the day bed, he caresses your face and kisses you softly to get you to open your eyes. “Baby, baby. I got you another gift. Open your eyes for me baby, please?”

Rubbing your eyes and pushing your braids out of your face, you crack open your eyes and see this gift in Erik’s hand. “Erik....what is this...”

“Something for my baby. Just a small token of my appreciation and part of your birthday gift. Open it, baby.” You pull yourself up and gather the sheets under your chin, opening the jewelry box. It was a iced out white gold herringbone bracelet, with the matching diamond studs. “Erik, this is is too much. What...how....this is too much!”

“Nothing is too much for my wife. Better act like you know! Happy birthday baby!” Out of nowhere, he rings a small bell and two attendants come out pushing a cart with a three tier cake with sparklers flying everywhere with your name written out in icing. You turn and kiss your beloved for this amazing birthday, Erik smooching your tears away, prideful that he could bring so much joy to your special day.

Both of you, covered in blankets from the day bed, get up so you can blow out the smaller candles and make a wish. Erik swipes a finger and catches some frosting, and you suck his finger into your mouth. Wearing his brand new jewelry gifted to you, you drop to your knees and pull the sheets from around the both of you. Slapping his big strong thighs, you come closer and rub your face all over his snake. “Lemme show my appreciation baby, you’ve done so much for me already. You deserve a reward...”

Holding it in your hand, you let it flop on your face, head of his dick on your forehead, balls resting against your chin. Erik grabs the cart for stability, knowing firsthand how voracious you are when it comes to sucking dick. You hold his dick up on his stomach, lacing his balls in saliva, taking them both into your mouth while you jack off his warm shaft. Erik’s toes are starting to curl and his head is rolling back, arousal on a steady incline. Popping his sack out and throating his cock, your nose is flush against his pelvis, smelling the remnants of you and his cum in his pubic hair. “Shit girl, you can have whatever you want! Don’t make no sense for you to be swallowing this whole thing..” His knees are buckling and you grab him by his tight little butt to hold him steady, beaming at his praise, blissed out at your wonderful ass birthday.

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