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lxkeee · 2 months

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BEGGING FOR A LUCIFER X FEM!READER SMUT ABT HIM EATING READER OUT AFTER SEEING HIM DO THAT GESTURE AT THE LAST EP PLSSSS 🛐🛐🛐🛐 would do anything for that man omfg I'D KILL FOR HIM TO CALL ME GOOD GIRL

genre: plot with some smut ig

warnings: cunnilingus, oral (fem receiving), soft dom! Lucifer, thigh marking, praising (both receiving), pet names (love, darling, sweetheart), whiney Lucifer.

notes: I don't do porn without plot so yes... There's a little bit of plot to this 💀 it is quite long as they're not having sex but making love soo you better bet he's going to take his time with herr... This one is hella long btw.

additional notes: banners are made by cafekitsune, reader wears gloves and I can't explain what kind but the kind Child/tartaglia wears from genshin impact. Also, I don't know if this will be good as it's been a long time since I've written smut 💀

tags: @adaizel @xx-all-purpose-nerd-xx @thedarkitten (I can't tag you </3) @brithedemonspawn @dinawss @froggybich

“Good luck kiddo.” Lucifer said to his daughter before eventually slowly teleporting away from the hotel and back to the palace. His body manifested on the arm chair that's in his room and his shoulders sagged a bit. A heavy sigh left his lips.

“She grew up so fast but I still can't help but get worried...” he muttered underneath his breath as his eyes gazed upon the hanged picture frame of Charlie. Removing his hat from his head and placed in ton the table then his eyes slowly gazed into the framed picture that was on the table it was him and his new lover, [y/n]. He gave himself a second chance at love and he met [y/n], the only sinner that he actually likes being around with. Despite her mysterious yet charming personality, [y/n] is a nice woman, very patient and understanding. Although, there are moments his heart would yearn for his ex-wife, Lilith during his relationship with [y/n] but surprisingly [y/n] herself is very understanding, she understands that he cannot immediately and completely erase a love that lasted for so many years and with that, he is grateful for [y/n] and with that he always reassure her that he loves her and is happy with her. Though, right now, he is completely missing her as she's currently away for a week due to her status as an overlord. Despite [y/n] being an overlord, she didn't become one because of cruelty but many sinners would want to work under her as she treats her souls with care, providing a roof under their head, food, medicine, and protection as long as they follow her orders. [Y/n] didn't really specify how long she'll be gone as there are important matters to deal with but she promised that it won't take two weeks. She reassures him and vice versa.

“Oh [y/n], I've missed you.” Lucifer says to himself, shaking his head with a small toothy grin on his face that shows off his perfectly white sharp teeth. The circles of his cheeks turning a darker shade of red as he thinks about her. He sighs longingly as he squeezes a rubber duck that looks like her, the small rubber toy making a loud 'squeak' sound.

He didn't realize it as the arm chair was facing the opposite direction of his door, he didn't notice the said woman arrived awhile ago and decided to surprise him and opened the door without any sound. [Y/n] grins as she watches the man she loves plays with his rubber duck, her body leaning against the doorframe and her arms crossed over her chest.

“[y/n] come back soon, I need your insights on whether my decision of allowing Charlie a meeting with heaven was a great idea.” Lucifer whines to himself as he talks to the rubber duck version of [y/n].

This caught the woman's attention, [y/n] has met Charlie and she absolutely loved the girl. She heard that Charlie's opening a hotel that redeems sinners, she saw it on the TV and she honestly found it funny how she fought the TV host. She supports her cause but [y/n] thinks she wouldn't be joining it, not because she doesn't believe it will work but she doesn't want to leave Lucifer alone.

[y/n] let out a silent sigh as she continues to listen to her lover ramble to the rubber duck version of her, “If only you could see how motivated she is, love. I couldn't say no and I am afraid they'll crush her dreams like they crushed mine.” he says softly, his voice dull as he recalled what happened to him when he had so much hope and dreams for his people.

“I am sure Charlie would be fine, she's an amazing kid and she has an amazing father who will support her.” [y/n] says with a small smile, finally announcing her arrival. Lucifer slightly jumped from his seat from hearing her voice, turning around quickly to see his beloved leaning against the doorframe with her arms over her chest, the black suit she was wearing hugged her figure perfectly, the red tie adding a pop of color to her outfit. She looked gorgeous, she always does.

His eyes widened before a smile finally found its way back to his gorgeous face, “[y/n]! You're back!” he exclaimed, jumping out of his seat and quickly running towards her. [Y/n] chuckles as she moves away from the door, spreading her arms open for a hug—only for Lucifer to hug her and dip her, the action causing her to place her hands behind his neck for support and his actions caught her off guard when he finally kisses her.

The lovers stayed in that position, Lucifer supporting her weight as he held her waist while in the dipping position. Her hands behind his neck, playing with his light blond locks, causing the man to groan against her lips. Sharp teeth occasionally clash as they kiss, two weeks apart made them yearn for each other.

Lucifer's lips slowly moved away from her lips making [y/n] whine softly as he began to kiss the side of her lips, her jawline, and then her neck. Wet sounds of his kisses fills the room, along with [y/n]'s whimpers as she felt the devil himself began to mark her flawless neck with his hickies. Lucifer gave her a smirk before placing a gentle kiss on the newly made mark he just made on her neck.

“Welcome back, love.” he says softly, looking down at her flushed features. Admiring her as he held her in a dipping position. [Y/n] chuckles softly, her cheeks warm and red after the passionate kiss, “Oh, Lucifer... You always know how to make me swoon.” she mutters and he laughs, his laugh is like a gentle breeze that calms you down, so soft. His cheeks are turning a light shade of pink, “Well, it's a natural thing I can do when it comes to you.” he says with a chuckle before eventually helping her stand properly, making her chuckle softly.

“Aren't you romantic today?” [y/n] says with a small laugh escaping her lips, he could listen to her laugh all day and not get tired of hearing it. Lucifer smirked before softly holding her hand, bowing to place a gentle kiss on her knuckle, “I just missed you, that's all. I haven't seen you for almost two weeks.” he says before the hand that was holding her hand slowly glides across her arm, reaching her chest by her tie and then gently tugging her tie downwards so he could reach her face, “And we have a lot of catching up to do, my love.” he says with a smirk, making [y/n] blush slightly at the action and from the tone of his voice, “Indeed we do...” she replied with a suggestive tone and eventually closed her eyes as Lucifer presses his lips against hers, tugging her tie to lower her more and turn the kiss deeper. [Y/n] chuckles against the kiss, parting away from him for a few moments as a smirk finds its way to her lips, “My... Someone's eager...” [y/n] says teasingly making Lucifer blush slightly and pouted, “Don't blame me, I have truly and deeply missed you.” he says before slowly intertwining his hand with hers, pulling her towards his bed and [y/n] complied with a smirk, deciding not to tease him further. She wants him and he wants her. It's been so long since they've last touched each other. They needed this.

Lucifer gently pushed her down into his bed, [y/n] landing on the soft mattress on her back with a soft 'thud.' Lucifer followed soon after, climbing on top of her, his hand caressing her jawline while his other hand supporting his body weight. They stared at each other, eyes dilated and filled with love and adoration for each other. [Y/n] shudders a little as she feels the soft material of his gloves against her skin, her eyes looking up at him, admiring his beautiful features—the red aesthetic of his room making his light blond hair and pale skin pop, complimenting his beautiful ruby colored eyes, sharp jawline, pearly white sharp teeth, so angelic yet sinful, “You are so beautiful...” she murmurs softly and she swore his eyes dilated more before his hand moved back to her tie and gently tugged her upwards so their lips pressed against one another once more.

Mouths moved against each other, soft whimpers leaving their lips as they tried to match the other's pace. Lucifer groans softly as he feels her fingers combed through his slicked back hair, making it messy but he doesn't mind. He can taste the cherry flavor of her lipstick as he kisses her, the taste of her making his mind swirl, “Fuck... I can't get enough of you...” he groans softly as he gently bites her lower lip, asking for permission in which she obliges, parting her lips slightly to allow him to slip his tongue inside.

[y/n] moans softly, fueling his passion for her. Sharp teeth clash against each other as they lose themselves in the moment. [Y/n]'s hand slowly found its way to his, intertwining her hand with his own. Lucifer squeezes her hand as he continues to kiss her, savoring the sensation of her lips against his and his tongue exploring her mouth.

Her other hand is exploring his body, caressing his chest through his suit, making him shudder slightly. Lucifer's kisses once more moved away from her lips, moving downwards from her jawline to her neck, placing a gentle kiss on the previous hickey he made awhile ago before gently pulling her arm that had her hand that he was squeezing, bringing her hand to his lips and gently bit the end of her gloves with his teeth to pull her glove down. [Y/n] gulped from the action, her body heating up from how attractive he is. Fuck... Why is he so hot?

“You're such a tease...” she mutters softly with a pout making him laugh as he holds her other arm and does the same thing to her other glove, biting it down to remove it before throwing the gloves somewhere out of the bed, “But you love it, don't you?” he asked teasingly with a smirk and she sighs softly with a smile, “I do, I really do.”

“You better say those exact words to me one day but that time, it better be when I'm kneeling down in one knee.” he says teasingly making the girl blush and groan softly and nodded, “that's my girl... Now, how about we take these off as it is in the way hmm?” he asked as his finger traced her chest, running across her suit, a silent question for her consent and she nodded.

Lucifer began to loosen her tie, throwing the red fabric across the room before he began to unbutton her top. Revealing her lacy black bra underneath, fitting her breasts perfectly. Ah fuck, she's so gorgeous...

Removing the black fabric off her figure, finally showing off her torso. [Y/n] did the same to his suit, helping her remove his clothes as he could feel the heat of his skin beginning to heat up more.

Slowly and surely, one by one their clothes were removed. Leaving them naked for each other's eyes. Both Lucifer and [y/n] had to avoid each other's eyes as they felt shy, it has been awhile since they've done something so intimate.

[y/n] slowly moved her eyes back on him, admiring Lucifer's bare figure—hair messy, cheeks red, eyes shy and avoiding, beautifully handsome face and body—clearly sculpted by God. She allowed her hand to graze at his arm up to his jawline, holding his chin gently and then slowly tilt his head back so he's now once more looking at her.

Lucifer's breath hitched as his eyes finally landed on her, [y/n] looked so beautiful—her hair sprawled behind her, her [h/c] complimenting her gorgeous face, half-lidded [e/c] eyes and dilated pupils looking at him with so much need and adoration, plump lips that he oh so wanted to desperately kiss all the time, her body most especially... He just wants to leave kisses all over it.

“You're so beautiful, I can't believe you're mine.” Lucifer whispers softly with his cheeks flushed while he was above her, his arms supporting his weight. [Y/n] blushed and chuckled, “You tell me that everyday, love.” [y/n] says with a small smile and Lucifer can only chuckle, “It's because I want to,” he says with a small smile, pausing a bit, “I want to remind you everyday, that my love and adoration for you will never change and I am grateful that I've met you.” he says softly, his voice gentle and vulnerable as he expresses his love for her, his hand caressing her cheek. [Y/n]'s blush turned into a deeper shade of red as she listened to his confession, a small and flustered smile on her face as she intertwined her hand with his once more, “With that, I am eternally grateful that you chose me, for loving me and with that I would love you till the end of time.” she says softly, Lucifer can only smile—the same dorky smile you always loved seeing on his face.

Lucifer leans down so he can kiss her again, [y/n] instinctively snaking her as arms behind his neck—pulling him deeper into the kiss. Their kiss was needy, fiery, passionate yet gentle, soft moans and whimpers escaping past their lips. I love you's being muttered occasionally between them and against each other's soft lips. Occasionally, Lucifer would let out a small whine as [y/n] began to stroke his cock while they were kissing, his whines were music to her ears, “Y-yes... That feels amazing...” he whimpered softly against her lips, his hips thrusting against her hand for more friction. She could feel how hard he is for her, she can feel the veins running from base to the tip, she can feel the precum staining her hands.

Lucifer's kisses once more slowly went down—to her jawline, neck, collarbone and finally on her chest. He looked up at her, his eyes needy and dark with desire and love for her before he finally took one nipple into his mouth, suckling and swirling his long tongue around the sensitive nub while his other hand played with her other breast.

Whimpers and whines left [y/n]'s lips as her hand moves away from his cock and squeezes the pillows, Lucifer really knows how to pleasure her, her other hand running through his hair and massaging his scalp while he moves to her other breast.

“Luci... Mhmm... That feels so good...” she softly moans out and Lucifer feels a sense of pride from hearing that, his mouth continues to suckle on her left breast before eventually releasing it with a small 'pop.'

Lucifer's eyes went back to gaze on her face—disheveled, flustered, and cute.

“So utterly beautiful...” he murmured before moving his body downwards as he finally reached her legs, “Spread your legs for me, love.” he asked with a small teasing smirk, enjoying the flustered look on her face. [Y/n] obediently followed and shyly spreads her legs for him, avoiding his gaze.

Lucifer smirked as [y/n] spread her legs for him, his eyes turning into slits as he saw how turned on she was and how much she needed him, “Good girl.” he praises, his voice teasing, “Only for you.” [y/n] replies with a smirk of her own.

“You better be...” Lucifer says with a chuckle as he begins to kiss her thighs, leaving hickies while his hands squeeze the softness of her flesh, his lips slowly going up and dangerously near her womanhood. Looking up at her, his eyes were soft but filled with want, “May I?” he asked and [y/n] looked at him shyly and nodded.

Lucifer's smile widens before he eventually allows his head to dip into her most intimate part. His mouth began to suckle on pussy, moans escaping both of their lips.

Lucifer felt hungry and he can only satisfy this hunger with her. He suckled greedily like a man dying of thirst. His tongue lapped along her folds, circling her clit that invokes loud moans from her. He misses this, he misses her so much.

[y/n]'s eyes rolled back and her back arching from the pleasure, toes curling, whimpers escaping her lips. She can feel the texture of his tongue against her most intimate part, a gasp left her lips as she felt him slip a finger inside, his long and slender finger thrusting in and out while his mouth worked wonders along with it.

“So utterly wet and so good for me, sweetheart,” Lucifer praises as he continues to eat her out before finally adding a second finger inside her, he could feel how easily his fingers slide in and out—a perfect manifestation of how much she wants him, he enjoys how she can no longer form coherent words aside from moans she let out. He is incredibly hard but this isn't about him but this is about her pleasure, she always comes first after all.

“You are so good to me... I love you...” [y/n] whimpered softly making him chuckle, “I love you too, darling.” he murmurs with a small smile, his tongue flicking through her hidden areas of her intimate area while his fingers continue to thrust in and out. Skins heating up from the passion.

Lucifer can tell whenever she's close, from the obvious sign of how her toes curl, how high pitched her moans are becoming, how hard she is gripping his hair and how far her eyes rolled back at the back of her head.

“Is my love gonna cum?” he asked teasingly making his girl whimper, “Yes...!” she replied and he chuckled as he increased the pace of his fingers and tongue, “Be a good girl for me and cum for me, [y/n]” Lucifer says and that was enough for the knot in her stomach to break, “I'm gonna cu—” her voice was cut off as she let out a loud whine.

Lucifer greedily lapped at her essence, like a nectar from the gods that he cannot get enough of. Small whimpers leaving [y/n]'s lips as she felt so sensitive.

He eventually removed his lips from her intimate area and along with his fingers, he looked up at her disheveled, breathless and flushed but beautiful face. Lucifer smiled, “Are you okay...?” he asked, his voice was gentle and worried and [y/n] nodded, “More than okay, my love.” she replied with a small smile, “We can stop here if you want? I don't want to force you or anything...” he says and [y/n] shakes her head, their love was both giving and receiving afterall, “I can still go on and besides, I know you need help with that.” she says with a smirk as her eyes landed on his painfully erect cock that was begging for her and he blushed, “Now, be a good boy and let me take care of you this time.”

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hummusxx · 4 months

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I Don't care -JB5

parings: Jude Bellingham x fem!reader

summary: It's New Year's Eve in Madrid. Everyone is out having parties and celebrating the new year while u is stuck home sick with the flu. Your boyfriend tries to cheer you up.

Of course. The only handful of days Jude and I can go out together is spent inside on the couch, watching some stupid show. I just had to go and get the flu. My aunt had forgotten to inform everyone that her demon of a child had every sickness known to mankind at Christmas dinner

" Babe get the frown off your face- Everything is alright " Jude tried to reassure me as he was walking towards the couch with a steaming hot bowl of soup.

I look at him in disbelief.

"No Jude. We were supposed to have fun tonight and go out. Not say home and watch this stupid show in clothes that smell like we haven't showered in years." With a frown on my face, I bury my head into the couch cushion.

I start to hear loud bangs and realize that fireworks are going off. I look outside the window with a somber look.

"Um excuse you but The Sopranos is one of the best shows in the world" Jude says offensively as he sets down the bowl.

"-and i wouldn't want it any other way. Just Me and My girl, alone, in pjs, watching a dumb show as u say." he sits next to me, laying his arm around my shoulder and pulling the blanket over him.

"Stop you're going to get sick Jude," I say, as I try and push him to the other side of the couch.

Jude doesn't move any inch. After my pity attempt to move him, he reaches and grabs the bowl on the table and starts to feed me like a mother would her babe.

"Judie I'm not a baby" I whine.

Well, you're my baby" he says, laughing as he watches me frown.

He suddenly puts down the bowl and makes his way into the bedroom.

"Jude where are u going."

"Just a sec" he responds. His voice was muffled by the loud fireworks outside.

He comes back in with a hat and party blower that says,'Happy New Year.'

"Jude what- How did u get this stuff." I say as u sit up from the couch.

Jude moves over to me and puts the hat on my head and the blower in my hand. He walks over to the kitchen and open the fridge.

He grabs 12 grapes for both of us and sits down on the couch.

"I grabbed all this while I was out getting your soup" I stare at him in disbelief. My eyes start to water.

" I know how bad u wanted to go out tonight, so I brought the out to you," he says while turning on the broadcast of the clock in Puerta del sol.

I look at the time, it's 11:57. It's almost the new year.

" Jude"

"mhm" he turns to look at me.

"I love you so much and I'm so grateful for everything that has happened to us this year."

He looks at me and grabs my hands

"Baby you have helped me so much this year and i am forever grateful for u" He Kisses my forehead right at the clock Strucks 12.

The chimes start and we eat the grapes.

We both finish them all in the chimes.

"Happy New year baby' he says as he grabs my head..

"Jude you're going to get sick" i say leaning in

"I don't care."

Hummusxx Corner

heyyy everyonee i hope this was good. I haven't wrote in ages it feels like so im happy to have a new piece out. In Spain, they have a tradition of eating 12 grapes with the 12 chimes of the clock in puerta del sol and if u finish all 12 you will have a good new year full of luck. So since Jude has moved to spain decided to include it in because it just felt right. If u liked it plssss repost or comment. Love yall and byeee

I wanted this to be posted on new years eve BUT I literally can’t wait so here it is early 😉

#hummusxx' corner #jude bellingham #jb5 #new year #jude bellingham x reader #jude bellingham imagine #jude bellingham fluff #jude x reader #football blurb #football #Madrid #sickfic #football fluff #football fanfic

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cdbabymp3 · 2 months

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𐙚sweetest relief ― hamzahthefantastic

summary: touch deprived hamzah needs your help

notes/warnings: nsfw !! if u don't like that, don't read 🤓 grinding, making out, hamzah is lowkey a virgin in this bc that is my truth <3

* i literally just posted this but had to delete it my acc bc it was attached to an inactive blog and all this other shit BUT HIII IT'S ME

neither of you had bothered turning off the movie playing in the background, way too caught up in the rhythm of the makeout session currently taking place. your spot on the couch next to hamzah was abandoned not even halfway through the movie, quickly replaced with his oh-so-comfortable lap. his lips kissed yours languidly, a kind of softness you'd only ever felt with him. his strong hands held onto your ass intently, squeezing and kneading the skin just enough to make you mewl. he felt almost drunk the way your lips worked relentlessly with his. you decided to let him catch his breath, your lips leaving his to kiss just below his jaw. he tenses, not in a rejecting way, more so hesitant to give into the moment.

"is this okay?" you whisper against his neck, sending chills down his back and arms

a low "mhm" was all he could get out, worried he if tried to say an actual sentence his voice would crack

his breath was uneven and you could tell he needed more. you grind against him tortuously slow, just enough to feel him start to get turned on.

"oh-shit" he stiffens, sitting up a little from his once relaxed position

"it's okay, just relax" you soothe, waiting until he gives you an eager nod to resume

you continue to rock your hips against his growing erection, watching how hamzah's eyebrows knit together in ecstasy. he melts into your touch, your delicate hands taking his face and kissing him passionately. he hums into the kiss, his hold on your ass getting tighter. you can feel him getting closer to his high, so you quicken your movements, building more and more friction.

his panting getting heavier, usually so quiet, but now he's holding back a throaty moan on the edge of release.

"babe-oh-fuck..." he twitches underneath you, head falling back as he basks in his high. it's such a pretty sight, him coming undone. his eyes screwed shut, mouth slightly parted.

in slow increments, you stop your movements, allowing for him to fully ride out the final few waves of pleasure. you smile, grabbing his chin to get his attention. he opens his eyes, matching your smile...a bit more fucked out than you. you give him a chaste kiss on the cheek and he shakes his head in disbelief.

"what?" you giggle

"i did not just cum in my pants like a fuckin' 12 year old, oh my god..." he pinches the bridge of his nose. you've never seen him this embarrassed before, it was so cute.

"it's okay, i won't tell." you promise before giving him another light kiss on his cheek, then nose, then lips.

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keep sending requests plssss

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nyxiswrites1200 · 2 months

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I just want a whole sub!sam Winchester like cuddles and everything sweet like a touch deprived Sam PLSSSS

💕 𝑨𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 💕

Sam Winchester x GN!Reader

An: Hey love! Thank you for the request <3 I love writing about Sammy so this was a super cute idea. I need to write more sub scenarios 🤭 I'm sorry it's so short and it took me so long 😭😭 It's been a crazy week, but I hope you still like it.

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It'd been an annoyingly rough week. Dean decided to take a drive and grab some food whilst you and Sam stayed in the motel room.

Sam groaned as he laid face down on the bed, his hair still damp from the shower. You chuckle softly as you sit next to him.

"You okay?" You ask softly as you ruffle his hair. "Just glad to be done with that stupid hunt" he mumbles before turning over to face you.

"Yeah, me too" you smile as you reach over and caress his cheek. Sam leans into your touch as he sighs. "Come here" he gives you that shit eating grin before dragging you onto the bed, he lays on top of you.

You can't help but chuckle as he places himself between your thighs and lays his head against your chest.

"God, I missed you" he says softly as he rubs your waist with his hands. You begin to play in his hair as you relax with him. "I guess we haven't had much time for each other, huh?".

Sam shook his head, not bothering to lift it from your chest. You can't help but chuckle. He's always so endearing when he gets like this. You thread a hand into his hair, feeling through his messy brown hair as he lets out a relaxed sigh of contentment.

This leads to you cupping Sam's face and placing kisses all over his cheeks and lips. Sam can't help but feel his face flush as you shower him with affection.

"You're so cute, Sammy" you chuckle as you kiss him again on the lips. He groans in fake annoyance as he buries his face back into your chest. "Yeah, I'm totally adorable..." He says sarcastically "You are" you chuckle.

"Just comfort your boyfriend" he says with a smirk as he hugs your waist.

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nvrsaidiwasinurcloset · 3 months

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Hiii i love ur writing can u please write Ethan x Reader where they have makeup sex? There in a fight and the whole friend group is annoyed by it but obviously they make up plssss and tyyy🙏🙏

Hiiii! i hope you like it!

Make-Up Sex - Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader

Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader

This contains SMUT - Minors DNI

Summary: You're in your first fight with Ethan, but he's determined to make it up to you.

A/N: Make Up Sex by MGK has been stuck in my head ever since I got this request lol

You had barely spoken to Ethan in days after a huge fight. It was your first one, and you both thought you were in the right, so neither of you would back down. He still sent the ‘I love you’ text every single night, and of course you responded, but that was the most interaction the two of you had with each other. You told him you needed a little space, because you thought it would help the relationship in the long run. You made it clear that you didn’t want to break up, but Ethan still felt like that’s what it was. You were hoping that after weeks of him inviting you over just for him to sit in front of the tv with Chad playing video games, the space would help him realize that you deserve attention, too.

When you arrived at Sam and Tara’s for the weekly “Family Dinner” as they liked to call it, you sat by Ethan, like you always did. He didn’t really speak to you but spoke to everyone else. Tara started to pick up on it, her eyes connecting with your sad ones.

“I just don’t understand why relationships have to be so complicated,” Sam said, referring to the fling she’d been having with Danny.

“Yeah, I’m starting to think relationships are dumb,” Ethan said as he took a bite of his food.

His words were like a knife to your heart as you snapped your head towards him.

“Oh, you do? That’s nice to know,” you said, before moving to the opposite side of the table, taking a seat beside Anika.

“You’re the one that needs space or whatever,” he said, the snarky tone pissing you off.

“God, Ethan. You still don’t get it,” you said, before Mindy interrupted.

“Hey, no arguing at family dinner,” she scolded the two of you, starting to get annoyed. You huffed in response, knowing this wasn’t the time or place for you to argue with Ethan.

“No wait, what don’t I get?” Ethan asked, resting his chin against his hands. The smugness on his face really made you feel like he didn’t care.

“Guys, seriously-“ Chad got out, before you cut him off. His hands went up as he dropped the fork on his plate.

“For a smart guy, you really are an idiot,” you said, staring Ethan down from across the table.

There was this tense, awkward silence in the air as the metal forks touched the glass plates, while everyone continued to eat.

“Maybe we should cut this short tonight,” Sam mumbled, taking her plate to the sink.

“No, we always watch a movie after dinner,” Tara protested, looking over to Ethan. She knew he was being a jerk and didn’t really want to be around him if he was going to act this way.

“It’s cool, I’ll go. You guys are closer to her anyway,” he said, standing up to put his jacket on.

“Dude, you know that’s not true,” Chad sighed, relaxing into his chair. “Maybe you two should talk or something.”

Ethan looked over to you, hoping that was something you were interested in doing. Yeah, he was being an ass, but he loved you and really wanted to understand why you wanted space.

“Yeah, I think we should,” you said, getting up from the table.

The two of you decided to go to a nearby park, taking a seat on one of the benches. You took in your surroundings, listening to the sounds of people talking and nearby cars.

“Sooo,” he said, his eyes squinting as the sun glared across his face, “I’m sorry I said relationships are dumb. I didn’t mean that.”

“That really hurt my feelings. Then again, you’ve been doing that a lot lately,” you said, looking down at your hands on your lap. It was true. You were sick of feeling like you weren’t important enough.

“Babe, you need to tell me what I’ve done wrong. I’m obviously not getting it, and I want to fix it.”

You were quiet for a minute as you watched all the couples walking in front of you, their hands laced together as they flirted with each other. It reminded you of what you used to have with Ethan.

“We didn’t get to spend a lot of time together because of midterms. I understand that, but once they were over, I really wanted you to spend time with me. I missed you so much, even when you were right in front of me. I hated feeling that way,” you said, as Ethans fingers brushed against yours.

“I’m sorry I made you feel like you weren’t important,” he sighed, “I was just so caught up in trying to beat that game with Chad. I fucked up.”

“I wasn’t sure how you felt about me anymore…it’s like you went from always wanting sex, and always wanting to be close. It just stopped.”

“Hey, I never don’t want sex,” he joked, causing you to roll your eyes.

“You say that, but the last encounter we had was me giving you head while you did homework before the exams. That was over a month ago,” you said, thinking back to that night. He was so stressed, and you just wanted to take care of him.

“I can’t believe it’s been that long,” he said. He sat there for a few seconds, thinking. “They’re still having a movie night if you want to come back to my dorm. Let me make this up to you.”

“I’d like that,” you smiled as he stood up, taking your hand in his as he led you back to the dorm.

Once you got there, he helped get you out of your clothes. He ran his hands over your breasts, building up the anticipation. You thought the two of you were going to immediately get to it, but he had other ideas.

“Lay down on your tummy, babe,” he said, feeling himself get hard as you stood completely nude in front of him.

He took his shirt off before kneeling on the bed beside you. His hands started to run across your back to your shoulders, massaging you.

“You’re so tense, baby,” he said, as his fingers continued to knead your skin.

You gasped at the feeling, getting goosebumps as you started to relax into the bed.

“That feels so good.”

He smiled as he moved your hair out of the way to massage your neck, before working his hands further down your back. He placed kisses to your skin, the sweet intimacy of the moment making you feel like you did when you first started dating.

His hand moved even lower, rubbing your ass as you started to whine. He smirked to himself as you started to wiggle.

“You okay?” he asked, as his hands moved to the back of your thighs.

“Yeah, I-“ your words got stuck in your throat when his hands went to you inner thighs.

“What was that, babe?” he asked smirking as he started to spread your legs a little.

The only sound you made was a sharp inhale as he reached between your legs, running his fingers over your soaked pussy.

“Does that feel good?” he asked, your core starting to grind against his hand as he rubbed you.

“Mhm.”

He moved his hand away from you as you whined out in protest, his hands grabbed your hips, lifting you a little.

“On your knees, babe,” he said, your ass proudly sticking in the air, thinking he was going to fuck you.

You were a whimpering mess when he started flicking his tongue across your clit. He’s never ate you out in this position, but he was loving the access for his big hands to squeeze your ass while he got you off.

“Oh, fuuuuuck,” you moaned, your face shoved into the comforter.

He was drawing patterns on your clit with his tongue, then dipping it inside of you. When his mouth sped up against you, your toes started to curl, the amazing feeling started to build up inside of you.

He kept going as he listened to your moans get louder, letting him know you were starting to get close. His mouth latched onto you, moving his head back and forth as he suckled on your clit.

“Oh fuck, fuck, I’m gonna cum,” you whined, your back starting to arch at the feeling washing over you.

He tried to hold your hips still, laughing against you when he was struggling to do so.

After you came back down, he helped you roll over. He smiled at your blissful appearance.

As you lay on your back, he started to take off his pants.

“I’m really sorry I didn’t give you the attention you needed, baby,” he said, the sincerity in his voice making your heart melt. “I never want you to think that I don’t want you.”

“You’re forgiven, as long as you don’t do it again,” you smirked, as he crawled on top of you.

“I promise you I won’t.”

He slid into you with ease, as your chest lifted to press against his.

He started to move his hips into yours, but stayed as close to you as he could. He kissed you as your fingers went to his hair. When his thrusts got faster, your legs wrapped around his waist, making it easier for him to pound into you.

“God, Eth. I missed this,” you said, your breathing heavy.

“I missed it too,” he groaned, reaching his hand down to rub your clit again.

You whined out at the stimulation, as two of his fingers circled over you bundle of nerves. He loved seeing you like this; your hips jerking and the fucked-out expression on your face making him go faster.

He knew he was going to cum soon, and he really need you to cum too, so he slid out of you. You whined out at the loss of contact as his hands went your legs. He stood beside the bed, pulling you closer to him.

Your ass was almost hanging off the bed as he pushed your legs back towards you. His cock slid back into you, the new position making it easier for him to give your g-spot the attention it needed.

“You’re so tight,” he groaned out, fucking harder into you with each word.

Your hands wrapped around your thighs, holding them up so his hands could roam your body. They grazed over your nipples, gently pinching them before squeezing both of your breasts. You felt your climax building up again, your legs starting to involuntarily shake as he fucked you. He trailed one of his hands from your breast back down to your clit, rubbing fast circles. Your walls started to flutter around him as your mouth fell open and your brows furrowed together.

“I’m gonna cum,” he groaned, trying to fuck you through your orgasm until he couldn’t anymore. His hips came to a stop as he pulled out, shooting his cum all over your stomach.

After both of you started to catch your breath, he relaxed onto the bed beside you.

“Do you still need space, or are we good now?” he asked, your head turning so your eyes connected with his.

“I don’t need the space, but I’m not sure we’re good,” you said, giggling at his confused expression. “We’ll be good after you get your cum off of me.”

He laughed, getting up to grab a towel.

#ethan landry #scream smut #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry smut

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cinemadaydream · 2 years

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hiiii! can i ask a conrad x reader with smut/friends to lovers?? plssss (and jealousy!conrad)

parings: Conrad Fisher x reader

Warnings: smut, protected sex, fluff

"We should all play chicken" Belly suggest as she finishes her third lap in the pool.

It was one of those rare days this summer where you, Jeremiah, Steven, Belly, and Conrad were all spending time together. Normally Belly was with Cam while Jeremiah and Steven worked at the country club and Conrad and you were always hanging out when he wasn't working with Cleveland. Conrad and you were best friends, had been since you two were little. But you secretly had feelings for him but didn't want to ruin things between you two so you kept quiet.

"I'm down just as long as y/n is my partner." Jeremiah replies to Belly before coming up from behind you and grabbing you by the waist and spinning you around in the water making you erupt in a fit of giggles. He eventually lets you go so you can climb onto his shoulders.

Once you're on Jeremiah's shoulder, you glance over to Conrad who's already staring at you and Jeremiah with a blank expression. You raise your eyebrow at him, but he ignores you and looks away.

"I think I'm going to get out actually, you guys play without me." Conrad says before swimming over to the ladder and stepping out. You watch him dry off and head inside.

"That was weird." Steven mumbles as he helps Belly on to his shoulder. You nod your head in agreement and then you guys start the game.

You and Jeremiah won twice and Belly and Steven once before they all got out to get ready to leave. Belly was going to putt putt with Cam and Jeremiah and Steven were going to a party. Susannah and Laurel were gone, so it would be just you and Conrad home. You decide to shower before quickly getting dressed into Conrads's cousins sweatshirt and shorts and going to his room.

You knock softly on his door. "Can I come in?"

Conrad gets up and opens his door for you, holding it open long enough to let you in and then he shuts the door behind you.

It wasn't your first time in his room, but you could never get used to the comfortable aura his room always gave you. It was neat, he was always good at keeping his room clean. Your favorite part of it was the picture he had of you two when you were both sixteen. It was of you and him at the boardwalk, his arm around your shoulder and he was smiling down at you. You had the same one in your room too. You smiled softly at the picture before turning to look at him. "Everything okay?"

Conrad looks at you and nods his head. "Never better." he says, and I immediately knew he was lying. I shake my head and go to sit next to him on his bed.

"What happened to us not lying to each other?" you ask. You can hear Conrad sigh softly before tugging you down to lay next to him. You happy oblige and turn your body to face his.

"It's stupid." Conrad mumbles leaning his head against yours. You and Conrad were no stranger to cuddling together, but this felt more intimate than that. You felt nervous all of a sudden.

"Try me." you manage to get out. Your head was spinning having him this close to you. It took everything in you to not kiss him.

He sighs again and it feels like eternity before he speaks. "Seeing you on Jeremiah's shoulders pissed me off. I just... I don't know. I know you and I are just friends and I have no right to be jealous, but I couldn't help it."

"Jeremiah is like a brother to me." you reassure him. "The only guy I've ever wanted to be with is you."

You watch as Conrads nervous expression turns into a smile which makes you smile in return. "I really want to kiss you right now," he says.

"Then do it."

His lips touch yours almost immediately. The kiss was sweet and gentle, everything you imagined your first time kissing Conrad would be.

Conrad flips you both to where he's on top of you, holding himself up with one hand as his other one is intertwined with yours. His lips travel down your neck and you can't help but to moan softly when he starts to lightly suck on your sweet spot before returning back to your lips.

"You're so beautiful," Conrad whispers in between soft kisses. "I love seeing you wear my clothes."

"Conrad..." you breathe out, your voice barely above a whisper. You were a flustered mess. You couldn't believe that this was happening, that Conrad was finally yours. And now that you had him, you immediately wanted more.

"I think we should go all the way."

"Are you sure you want to?" Conrad stops kissing you to search your face for any sign that you regretted your words. You didn't at all, you needed him.

You nod your head before telling him yes and this is all he needs before he's back to kissing you, this time the kisses aren't as gentle as the first ones. they were sloppy, both of you trying to convey years of pinning for the other in just one kiss.

"Tell me if you want to stop and we will, okay?" Conrad reassures. You mumble out a soft okay.

You watch as he sits up, quickly taking his shirt off before coming leaning back down to help you with yours. You didn't have a bra on, so your chest was bare.

You watch Conrad's facial expression, suddenly nervous about being so exposed in front of him. "So damn perfect." he says and suddenly your nervousness was at ease. He always was good at saying the right things.

Conrad kisses your lips once again, but this time he makes his way down your body kissing and licking your neck and collarbones before reaching your boobs. You moan when he licks and sucks on your left nipple while softly squeezing the other one. He repeats his actions with the other one and you were already such a moaning mess for him.

He grins softly up at you before continuing to kiss down your body again until he's finally down there and your breathing hitches in your throat when he places a soft kiss on your clit. "Already so wet for me." he says, and you blush hard.

Your hips buck off of the bed whenever his mouth is on you fully, and he softly pushes your thighs back on to the bed and holds them in place. You can barely think straight as Conrad sucks and licks your clit before he enters two of his fingers slowly inside of you.

You moan loudly, your hands finding their way into Conrads's hair and tugging slightly causing him to groan. The vibrations sent shocks through your body, and you knew you were already close. "I'm going to cum." you manage to get out. He quickens his pace on you, his finger entering you faster and his tongue quickening at a godly speed. Your grip in his hair tightens and you see stars as your orgasm quickly approaches. Conrad licks your mess up making your legs shake at the sensitivity.

You lay there catching your breath as Conrad climbs back up to you, kissing you softly before reaching over to grab a condom.

"If I hurt you or do anything that doesn't feel good to you, stop me. I just want you to feel good." Conrad says. You smile softly at him and nod.

You lower your eyes and watch as Conrad puts the condom on before he lines himself up with your entrance, slowly pushing himself into you. You both moan at the feeling of him inside you. He stills his movement so you can adjust to his size and so he doesn't cum too fast. He didn't think he had ever been so turned on in his life.

Conrad pulls out of you at an agonizingly slow, making you desperate for more.

"Con-Conrad." you splutter. "More, please." He pulls back enough to where his tip is the only thing inside of you before he roughly slams inside of you. You moan out his name loudly, thankful no one was home or you two would have been caught.

He thrust in and out of you, both of you whimpering and moaning. Conrad can't keep his eyes off of you, you were a panting, beautiful mess and he was struggling not to cum right then and there at the sight of you.

Conrad kisses you hard, his tongue sliding in your mouth as his thrust continue the same quick pace. He was everywhere all at once and you felt like you would combust. Conrad slides his hand down your body before he starts making circular motions on your clit. Your second orgasm already approaching fast.

"I'm close again," you tell him, but he already knew. He could feel you clinching hard against his cock, and it was a struggle for him not to finish, but he needed to give you another orgasm first. His fingers move faster on your clit and you're back to moaning his name again. It sounded like pure heaven to Conrad.

"Cum with me, baby." Conrad groans. You wrap your legs tightly around him, wrapping your arms around his back as Conrad starts to thrust up deeper inside you hitting your g-spot.

"Fuck, I'm cumming, I'm cumming." you manage out, your voice barely audible as your orgasm hits you. Without realizing, your hands scratch down Conrad's back causing him to groan.

The feeling of you cumming and scratching his back was too much for Conrad, he immediately cums right after you with a loud moan.

Conrad gives you one last kiss before he collapses on top of you, careful not to hurt you. You both take a moment to let your breathing return to normal before he slowly pulls out of you and takes the condom off and tosses it into the trash.

You get dressed and watch as he lays back down on his bed after getting dressed too, he lays next to you, pulling you down onto his chest. There was a comfortable silence between the two of you, both of you taking what you two just did in. You two were basking in happiness.

"You're the only one I've wanted to be with too, by the way." Conrad says breaking the silence. "I'm sorry I got jealous."

You look up at him and laugh. "If this happens when you're jealous, you should be jealous more often."

Conrad laughs too before planting a soft kiss on the top of your head. You both end up falling asleep in each other's arms happier than ever that you two finally are together.

#conrad fisher x reader #the summer i turned pretty #conrad fisher #conrad fisher smut

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strniohoeee · 4 months

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Matt with a GIRLY ASS GF, I’m talking feminine energy coquette, bows, pink, I want it ALL😫😫 I can’t the thought of Matt having masculine energy being protective over his gf, I know it’s not a request request more like an idea, you can go about however you’d like, but plssss

Dally

Pairing: Matt Sturniolo X Female Reader

Synopsis: A short little imagine about Matt with a girly girl for a girlfriend🎀💞

Warning⚠️: None, honestly I’m not 100% what tf coquette is LOLL, or like being a girly girl, so I tried my best. It’s also super short because it was more of like a blur idea I had, but I hope you enjoy🥹

Song for the imagine: Primadonna- MARINA

Primadonna girl, yeah

All I ever wanted was the world

I can’t help that I need it all

Pink, bows, teddy bears, sparkles, more pink, more bows. I mean that was my whole lifestyle. I loved everything girly ever since I was a little girl.

Most of the time boys ran away when they would see my room. Scared at how girly and dainty it was. However when I showed Matt my room his eyes lit up.

To see this tattooed, rugid, dark person in my bright pink filled room made my heart flutter. I mean totally not his aesthetic, but somehow we worked together?

My room was full of pink and white, teddy bears, there were bows on everything, sparkles, dainty white curtains, light pink carpets. I mean it was like Paris Hilton threw up everywhere. To see Matt look at everything with a smile on his face. To watch him sit on my bed, his black outfit clashing against my bright room.

Matt was so adorable. I mean he’d let me do whatever I wanted with him, but would also turn around and snap someone’s neck for me. He was so overprotective of me, often giving men looks and comments if they ever tried to say anything to me.

But then that same night we’d be laying in my bed as I mindlessly tied bows in his hair to make us laugh. Laughing at how silly he looked as I laid a kiss on his lips while we giggled. And snapping pictures for instagram.

Matt loved buying me gifts, and making sure I sat at home looking pretty for him. I’d wake up to a new package almost everyday. Pink boots, a white shirt with bows, more bows for my hair, a new teddy bear for my collection, cardigans, makeup….I mean everything I ever wanted Matt got for me.

I sat at home primping myself for him as he was out there working to bring home money. I always felt bad, but it was something Matt insisted I do. He wanted me to sit still and look pretty for him.

He used to take me shopping, but the last time we went to the mall he almost got into a fight with some guy hitting on me. Honestly I was ignoring the guy, so I didn’t even know he was saying things to me.

Up until Matt moved me out the way and got in the guys face. I mean security had to step in. That was the last time we went out. Matt said “I can’t have my precious baby getting disrespected by random creeps”. I mean agree, but also I missed shopping

Because of this Matt gave me his card information, so anything I wanted I could just buy. I bought one thing, and I just didn’t like to buy stuff without asking.

However recently I’ve been very into coquette style, and Matt has no idea what that means, so he just tells me to swipe his cards and do as I please. I haven’t because I like to ask permission first.

I’ve been eyeing these shoes for a few weeks now, and they’re $250. Something Matt would say is nothing, but to me that’s so expensive. I couldn’t keep my eyes off of them though. I had a tab open on them and stared at them for hours on end.

Finally one day I decided to text Matt

Matt🧸

-Hi babyyyyy :)

-Hi my precious baby!

-I have a question….

-what’s up?

-sooo there’s these coquette shoes I want, and I’ve been eyeing them for sooo long

-what is it with this coquette shit??

-IDKKK, but I love them. They’re the perfect coquette aesthetic

-Coquette this….coquette that…how about you coquette a job😀

-Matt…. That’s not funny😐

-I’m kidding, baby! Charge the Amex. How many times do I have to tell you? Get whatever you want!!

-Nooo I hate doing that. I like to ask permission before buying anything with your money😔

-baby I earn this money for you! I love seeing you in your outfits with your shoes. I love seeing you happy. So please get whatever you want!❤️

-okay baby. Thank you 🥹

-Of course my love💞🎀

Matt was the best thing to ever happen to me. I was able to be me because he loved me for me. And I’m sure he loved me for my pink lingerie sets I always had on deck for him….

The End

Y’all…..IDFK WHAT THIS IS OK😭😭 idk anything about a girly girl aesthetic or coquette, so I did what I could😔. However I hope you enjoyed🥹🖤🖤

-J💅🏽

#sturniolo triplets imagines #matt sturniolo fanfic #matt sturniolo x reader #sturniolo fanfic #matthew sturniolo x reader

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tracksidequeen · 2 years

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The Secret Seduction

Summary: Suspiciously, your dad’s best friend and business partner comes over a lot for dinner. You’re determined to get to the bottom of it, quite literally.

Request: DadsBestFriend!Toto fic plssss

Warnings: 18+, dad’s best friend-trope, smut, Soft!Dom!Toto, light choking, sexual teasing, cunnilingus (oral performed on female), degradation kink and praise kink, wrap it before you tap it, overstimulation, manhandling, daddy kink.

Words: 2.9k+ (pure smut)

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“Darling, can you open the door?”

You hear your father shout from his study as the doorbell rings, announcing the arrival of tonight’s dinner guest. It was never quiet during dinner - always someone around, perhaps to cover up the fact that your family could not function without a distraction. But well - if that means a specific someone to come over more often than usual, so be it.

“Hurry!” Your mom shouts while you’re adjusting your hair in the foyer mirror. “Yea, yea!!”

“Hello, mr Wolff!” you say with a bright smile as soon as you open the front door and his eyes widen with delight. “Hey, what a nice surprise to see you’re back!” You beckon him to come inside after he gives you a lingering hug. “Come in, come in. Let me take your coat.” He places the bottle of wine he brought as a gift on the hallway table, and slides his coat off his shoulders. “I can undress myself darling.” You brush your hand over his arm, following the seam of his coat, “but isn’t it more fun if I do it?” His eyes narrow as a smirk appears on his face.

“Haa, Toto, what’s taking so long, come here!” your father barges in and pulls Toto in for a sturdy handshake. “How have you been man?” He chuckles deeply at Toto’s question and looks at you. “Better since our smart-ass is back in town. She makes everything more perfect.” “I bet. Uni decided to give you a week off?” Toto laughs in your direction. “Finally, yea.” “Better spent your time wisely, enjoying yourself, relaxing - you deserve it,” he says, and winks knowing your father won’t see as he’s with his back to him.

Toto and your father were doing business in his office until dinner was ready and you decided to help your mum set the table. “Darling?!” You hear your father shout once again. “You go,” your mom said with a chuckle. “Yes,” you say as you peek your head in his office and you walk in, finding your father and Toto sat in the leather armchairs with a half-empty glass of whiskey in their hand. “Could you be a doll and get a new bottle from the cellar?” “C’mon Ed, you can’t make her do that! She’s not you maid,” he laughed calling out your father. “I’ll get it.” “No, you’re our guest Toto.” “Nonsense,” he says and lifts himself out of his chair and stumbles out of the office, but you see him struggle.

“Need some directions?” He turns around with a smile on his face, “yea, that’d be nice.” “Follow me.” You walk in front of him through the hallway and he places a his hand on your shoulder, making you look back. “In case I get lost again.” You chuckle, “better safe than sorry, right?” “Not sure if ‘safe’ is the right word when I’m around you.” You stop walking and hold the door handle, before turning around, “scared of what an innocent girl might do to you.”

He takes a step closed leaving only inches between your bodies and he places his hand over yours on the door handle. “You’re not that innocent missy, and no, I’m scared of what side of me those siren eyes will bring out.” “I hope it’s the bad side,” you say biting your lip. “You need to watch it miss. Now open the door.”

“Make me.”

“Not sure if you want that,” he says lowering his head to your ear and whispers, “because once that part of me is out I won’t be taking it easy.” “Just how I like it,” you challenge him, and you trace your hand over his chest down towards his belt and you hold him firmly. “Not here,” he says pulling your hand off his crotch and opening the door with his other hand still placed over yours’.

You close the door behind you and follow him down the stairs, but before reaching the bottom he turns around. He’s multiple steps down, but with his height he’s still at eye level with you, and his hand reaches to grab your waist. “Did you put on this short dress for me?” You place your hand over him and wander it over your body, down to the hem at the bottom between your legs. “Do you like it?” “It’s hot,” he says under his breath and places his hands behind your thighs to lift you up.

With your legs wrapped around his waist he carries you down the stairs while your teasingly play with his hair and hover your lips in front of his. Inches removed, but not yet touching. You put it out there, now he needs to make the first move. “How bad do you want me?” you ask him. “Not as bad you want me,” he challenges to rile you up. But you won’t give in. Never. “Yet you’re the one that keeps coming over for dinner every other week, exactly the weekends I’m in town,” you say with a tilted head. “How convenient.” He laughs because he realises you’re on to him, “I thought I was subtle.”

“Well, you’re not. Especially not with the way you look at me during dinner.” He grabs your arm and directs you backwards against the wine shelves. “And how’s that?” You pull him in closer. “Like you want to rip off my clothes, and take me so well and so hard that I’ll be shouting your name until I lose my voice.” A devious smile is planted on his face as he pulls down the strap of your dress with one finger. “And you were the one convincing me you were innocent.”

You look up at him with dough eyes, “but daddy I am.” “Fuck don’t do that,” he grunts under his breath as he pushes his body against yours. “Why? Because I make you hard?” you say teasingly, as he bites his lip to resist the temptation burning inside him to kiss you. “Oh and you were the one convincing me you don’t want me that bad, weren’t you?”

You try to slither away from the tight confines he had placed you in, trapping you between his body and the shelves, but as you try to go away he holds you more firmly. “Stay.” His voice sounds different than usual. More stern and demanding. His eyes reflect a yearning glint. Right back in the position you were before, he starts tracing his index finger over your cheek, down your neck, over your chest between your cleavage, and squeezes your breast with his whole hand as he presses the outline of his hard cock against your stomach. “Think you can take me?” he asks and kisses your neck with a little too much suction knowing it might leave a faint mark.

“Want to watch me try?”

The hand that was parked on your breast quickly made its way down your body at the seduction of your words. “Touch me, Toto.” His fingers hike up your dress a little more, exposing your skin. Softly he traces the inside of your thigh, alternating between a light touch and hard pressure, digging his fingers in your skin and gliding them upwards under your dress. You close your eyes and lean your head back against the wall, feeling every sensation soar through your body.

Gently he pulls aside the fabric of your panty, but that gentleness contrasts the eagerness with which he coats his fingers with your honey and slides one in with full force. You shiver under his touch, his long fingers reaching depths you couldn’t and your feel sparkles soar through your body as he pumps his finger in and out. Still with your eyes closed and your head arched back he whispers in your ear, “you like it when I touch you like that, little slut, don’t you?” Without being able to muster up the words you frantically nod yes, and you open your eyes.

You find him smiling at you satisfied, knowing you let him have full control over you as you spread your legs a little wider for him. The soppy noise of his finger gliding in and out your pussy fills the room and he arches his finger against your g-spot. Immediately you stand on your tippy toes, but in response Toto places his thumb on your clit and starts drawing circles. Your honey drips down your legs and you get light headed under his touch. “Fuck Toto, this feels so good,” you moan a little too loud. “Fuck!” “Quiet darling, or else we’ll have to stop,” he says as he teasingly increases the speed of his pumps and the stroke of his thumb nearly sending you over the edge, making you moan louder.

“You’re not good at following commands, are you? Now do as I say,” he demands as he crouches down, hikes up your shirt and pulls down your panty. Before lowering it completely he flicks his tongue against your bud shooting electricity through your spine. He proceeds to lower it. “One foot up.” He helps you take it off. “Other foot.” He stands back up. “Open your mouth.” He stuffs your panty in your mouth and closes it holding his hand over your jaw. “Now, I need you to be as quiet as possible. Capiche?” You nod your head. “Good girl.”

“Since you were so keen on undressing me... go ahead.” With your mouth full you trance your hand over his stomach down to his belt, but the moment your fingers touch his belt, his finger enters your tight pussy again. Trying to focus on undoing his belt and pulling down his pants you feel your own knees get weak as his fingers skilfully massage your clit to the point of painful throbbing.

You look at him as he’s standing in his white boxers, and he nods his head, indicating you to continue. You curl your fingers behind the elastic as his fingers curl inside your tight walls, and you pull it down, his big veiny cock hard and ready. You look at it with widened eyes, not sure how he would fit. Knowing very well you’ll feel the after math for days to come. “Get my wallet out of my pocket,” he commands and you do as he says. Out of his wallet he takes a condom wrapper and tears it open with his teeth before skilfully putting it on.

“You ready?” he asks as he kneads your breast and pinches your nipple, but you knew better than to respond with words after he very clearly told you to be quiet by stuffing your mouth. You merely look at him with sultry eyes, and he spits in his hand giving his cock a few good pumps. “Let me show you how a real man fucks. Nothing like those lame college boys you’re used to.”

With ease he lifts you off the floor and manoeuvres your pussy right above his cock. Your legs wrap around his waist for more stability, but with the force he drops you down on his cock, spitting open the tight walls of your pussy with your ass slamming against his hips, there is nothing that could’ve offered more stability or precaution. The intense sensation of his girth rubbing against your insides, the feeling of his balls slamming against your skin and his pubic bone butting pressure on your clit had you stuck in a high you never felt before. “So proud of my little girl, now show daddy how good you can take me.”

He thrusts his hips up, making you bounce up and down his shaft making wet noises fill the room, only making him hungry for more. You tilt your head backwards to try and compose the intense sensation, and he kisses your exposed neck. “Look at me.” You do as he says, a strand of hair sticks against his forehead and you see him bite his lip, realising he is struggling to keep it together as well and you feel his rock-hard cock throb against the inside of your pussy.

“Can you be quiet for me?” You nod your head yes as he pumps his cock in you deeper, as a challenge. To test you. To see if you really listen to him. But you do as he says and with difficulty you keep quiet. Satisfied he takes your underwear out of your mouth, throws it on the floor, and starts kissing you with hunger. He presses his mouth against yours, his tongue slipping inside making laps around yours, now and then slowing down to bite your lip, only to then go back for more; all the while you’re bouncing on his cock, climbing to an ecstatic high.

He pushes you harder against the wall behind you for more stability, and instead of bouncing you on his cock, he starts fucking you hard. Taking the reins in his own hands, and thrusting his cock deep in your sensitive wetness. “You’re taking me so well, now show me how you look when I finish you.” As he was speaking those words you fucked you harder, deeper, so good that your eyes rolled back and stars entered your vision. His cock rubbed at a dangerous pace against your g-spot and with the contraction of all the muscles in your body and your head arching backwards you gasp for air as your orgasm flows through your body.

Your whole body shakes under his touch, and as your walls convulse he cums inside you as he continues thrusting in your pussy, rising off the waves of your orgasms as you milk his cock. His heavy moans fill your ear and your pussy contracts again with arousal as you get back your senses. “You did that so well baby, I’m proud of you.” He kisses your mouth, breaking up your already unsteady breathing pattern and your nails dig in the back of his neck.

“Toto that was insane,” you say finally catching your breath and you kneel down, after he took off his condom, to pull his pants back up again. You close his zipper and belt, and pat it contently. “I got your seal of approval.” “You bet you do, daddy,” you say as you stand on your tippy toes to give him a kiss on his sweaty cheek. You adjust your dress and kneel down again to grab your underwear, but before you could put it on he stops you. “Give it.”

You do as he says and he puts the lace underwear in his pocket. “It’s mine now,” he says teasingly. “You know it was already yours to begin with.” “Good to know for next time.” He traces his hand over your neck and puts pressure on your throat, making your swollen clit throb. He looks over your shoulder, and with the flip of a switch his demeanour changes.

“Ah it’s this one we’re looking for.” He grabs the bottle of whiskey off the shelf and takes your hand to guide you up the stairs again. As you’re walking up you arched your ass a little more back, knowing very well you were flashing your bare pussy in front of his eyes. He thinks he owns you, but you’re the one that got him wrapped around your finger, leaving him wanting more. He tries to hike up your dress, by playing with the seam as you make your way up, but you swat his hand away. “Compose yourself mister.” He laughs deviously and gives you a wink, but as soon as you step foot again in the hallway he switches back to normal. “Let’s go,” he says as you walk back to your dads office.

The office is empty and he looks at you confused, worried your secret affair might have taken up too much time. “They’re probably already in the dining room,” you say. “There you are!” your mom says the moment you enter the room with Toto. “Found everything?” your dad asks. “What took you so long?” Toto sits down on the empty seat at the table and you sit next to him. “Toto knows so much about the different wines we have in the cellar, he explained it all to me.” “Lost track of time,” Toto continues with your fib. “You have an impressive collection down there.”

The rest of the evening there is a tension in the air, an unspoken yearning for something unspeakable. You know Toto feels it too, it’s plain right obvious. With every brush off his finger on yours as he asked you to pass the salt, pepper, and salad bowl about a million times. As the night came to an end your parents said goodbye to Toto, but you lingered behind in the hallway as he put on his coat.

“Want me to help?” you ask and you pull the fabric over his broad shoulders. “You love dressing me, don’t you?” You shrug your shoulders indifferent, “undressing you is more fun tho, especially when you command me to.” “Well then, when can we do that again? Since you like it so much.” You smile at him with sultry eyes, knowing you got him wrapped around your finger. “You gotta have a little patience mister. I don’t know when I’ll be back in town again, uni sorta keeps me busy, you know?”

He merely chuckles in response and you open the door for him to leave. The crisp cold air cuts against your bear skin, and as he walks towards his car he turns around. "I’ll visit you there, and fuck you all night long - like those college boys wish they could.”

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#Toto Wolff #toto wolff x reader #Toto Wolff x you #toto wolff smut #formula 1 x reader #formula 1 x you #formula 1 #formula 1 smut #toto wolff fic

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getwhore · 4 months

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Come & See Me

❀Summary : Nothing major, just loverboy connie & his girlfriend.

❀cw : None really, whooole lotta fluff (barely any smut, very subjective at the end.)

❀Notes : YALLLL...I'm back (prolly not for long.) had a long hiatus, college is no joke. decided to put something together while im on break. not proofread so ntm. like always if u enjoy plssss like & reblog. asks are always open my loves <3

“Amour, when are you finally gonna come ‘n see me? Been missing you.”

Hearing his soft, but deep voice emitting through your phone’s speaker made your stomach flutter.

Connie had been in France for a few weeks now for ‘business’. Most men can handle being away from their partners for months or years at a time. Connie does not fall into that category. He’s definitely on the clingier side, not being able to handle being away from you for longer than a couple of hours. He’d been begging you since the day he left to come with him, but every time you turn him down.

“I told you Con, I gotta wait for my paycheck.” You sighed as you curled the ginger colored hair around your curling iron. “Tickets to France are not cheap. And I’ve been missin’ you too, a lot.”

“Then lemme pay for your ticket. You be actin’ like imma make you pay me back or somethin’.”

You set the iron down and face your phone. Seeing Connie’s face in that lighting truly did make you wonder how you bagged that. Connie looked at you still, waiting for your response. You knew Connie had more than enough money to pay for your ticket, maybe even your whole family’s ticket if you wanted him to. You just hated having him spend so much money on you and you can barely afford to spoil him back. Even though he refuses to allow you to, you still want to give him as much love back as he’s given to you.

“Connie no. You already do too much with that spoiling shit. I wanna get it on my own, you know that.”

He sighed, rubbing his eyes in frustration. “Damn mami, stop being so damn stubborn. Just lemme help you.”

You picked up your curling wand again, twisting the ginger loc of hair around it. The more you thought about it, who were you to deny Connie? You knew if you said no, he’d just keep asking. That’s how you got the new Birkin hanging from your wall, and the bouquet of flowers sitting on your dining table, and the ginger lace you’re curling as you look at his puppy dog eyes. Finally, you give in.

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Yes. You can buy the ticket.”

“Merci, mon amour.”

“Just don’t buy me no first class shit Connie. I’m serious.”

He just chuckled as he booked your tickets on his computer. A few minutes later, you got an email. Looking at the message, you saw Connie had booked a ticket for early the next morning, and it was first class. You rolled your eyes and removed the wrap from your head. You fluffed your hair and fixed your edges before walking to your closet for an outfit.

“Matter of fact, iré a buscarte yo mismo.” Connie mumbled under his breath.

“What’d you say Con?”

“Lemme call you back mami.”

You said goodbye and heard the dial tone a little after. You continued searching for an outfit, finally finding one. When you finished getting dressed, you grabbed your phone from your vanity and headed out of your room.

As you made your way to the kitchen, your phone rang. Picking it up was like holding up a mirror. You saw Connie’s contact at the top of your phone, but took the time to adjust your hair a little. After a few seconds you accepted the call, waiting for the reception to pick up before seeing Connie’s face in the camera. You sucked your teeth.

“Damn, Connie. You close enough to the phone or what?”

He chuckled, pulling his phone farther away from his face. He set it up on his desk before rummaging through his room. He was out of view, but every few seconds he’d throw a pile of clothes in the opposite direction. You squint your eyes, waiting a few seconds to confirm that what you were seeing was what you were really seeing. After a moment, you saw another pile of clothes fly in and back out of view again.

“Connie, what the fuck do you have goin’ on over there?”

You damn near choked on your water as he walked back into frame. He was shirtless, sporting a pair of sweatpants that were slightly too big for him as they sagged at his waistline. He bent over to look at you through the phone, flashing a smile. Damn near blinded you.

“Regarde-toi, tu es belle, bébé.” Connie muttered, licking his lips sensually.

You didn't completely understand what he was saying, but you knew enough to know what he was saying. It made your face heat up a little. You cleared your throat, maintaining your composure.

“Merci, Connie, but what are you doing over there?”

“I said it earlier, miel, I’m gonna come and get you.”

“Come and get me from where, Connie?”

“From the airport, duh. Cmon mami, I know you aren't that slow.”

You rolled your eyes, flipping Connie off before grabbing your keys from your kitchen counter. You locked the house up and started up your car, setting your phone in the phone stand beside the steering wheel.

You and Connie went back and forth during your drive. He complained about you not letting him buy your clothes, you complained about him begging to buy your clothes, and then complained about yourself being ‘too nice’ by giving in.

“Sabes que no quiero que pagues por nada, cariño.”

“Ingles, Connie. You know my Spanish ain’t good.”

“You know I don’t need you payin’ for nothing mama, it’s all on me.”

You rolled your eyes, turning the engine off and stepping out of the car. You locked the doors, heading to the entrance.

“What store you at, mama?”

You giggled, walking into the front door and greeting a few employees. “Well, since it's on you, I need some more Fenty. I’m at Ulta, baby.”

Connie quietly winced, packing a few buds into his grinder.

“Pace yourself, you know how you get in Ulta, and Sephora, and all these other places.”

You rolled your eyes, walking to the foundation aisle. You picked up and tested multiple bottles of foundation, finding the right shade. Dropping it into your basket, you continued to wander around. You got to the hair product aisle, looking at the hair curlers and blow dryers. You picked one up, looking at the box before hearing Connie’s nagging on the phone again.

“No lo compre. You have enough curling irons.”

“But I don't have enough blow dryers. You know what Connie, how are you gonna tell me to buy what I want, but when I do issa problem.”

Connie coughed after taking a rip from his bong. He set the glass on his table, looking at you with small eyes.

“Not a problem, baby. Just tryna teach you better spending habits, that's all. But, if you want the iron then buy it, amour.”

You finished up your shopping, moving from Ulta to other clothing stores in the mall. Once you finished, it was almost 4PM. You took a quick trip to grab some food before finally making it home. You tossed your bags onto your bed, shuffling to the kitchen to pour yourself a glass of wine. As you plop onto the sofa, glass of wine in hand, you finally let yourself relax. Connie was still on the other line (and had been for hours) but he was silent aside from the occasional background noises. You stared at him on the screen, watching as he paid close attention to whatever game he’d been playing.

You sigh loudly, making Connie’s head turn in your direction. He pauses his game and turns his attention to you. “Qué pasa, baby?”

“Nothin, Con.” You yawned, sighing again as you set your wine glass on the table before you. “Just sleepy.”

“You gotta stop stayin’ up so late, baby. That shit fucks with your head eventually.” He scolds you (but not rlly).

You snuggle up under the blanket on your sofa, moaning from the comfort. You don’t respond to his semi lecture, just allowing yourself to relax. It doesn’t last that long though and you’re interrupted by a knock at the door.

Grumbling curses and complaints, you shuffle to the door and open it. You look around but nobody’s outside. Instead, a box sits on your welcome mat. You grab the box and close your door. Flipping the lights on and making your way back to the sofa, you see Connie’s back on the game. You call him, putting the box in the camera.

“Connie, did you send this?”

He squinted his eyes at the box, his eyes widening immediately. He smiles and leans back into his chair, one hand combing through his hair while the other nurses a neatly rolled blunt.

“I bought that like two months ago. Was supposed to be for our anniversary, but it'll definitely come in handy for tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?” You try to piece together his hints. You’d honestly forgotten all about your flight the next morning.

He chuckled, taking another inhale from his blunt. “Don’t stress out about it, mama. You’ll find out tomorrow.”

“Yeah alright, Connie. Don’t make no promises that you can’t keep.”

He scoffed, ashing his blunt in the tray. “What exactly does that mean, baby?”

“The last time you were talking about some ‘tomorrow’ you passed out as soon as we got to the hotel. Talked allllat shit and spat all that game, just for me to not get no dick.”

“Ah, that’s what you’re worried about? Ne t'inquiète pas, bébé. Je te baiserai bien demain. You won’t even know what to do with yourself when I’m done with you.”

It was your turn to scoff this time, rolling your eyes. “Aight, if you say so. But when I have you begging for me tomorrow, I don’t wanna hear nothing.”

He laughed, mocking your words while you looked at him irritatingly through the camera. You took the gift box, wine, and your phone to your room to begin packing. Connie ended the call shortly after for a meeting. You took this time to listen to some music and pack your suitcase. The multiple glasses of wine had you feeling extremely relaxed. You’d find yourself distracted, singing along to whatever song was playing or dancing to the beat (or both). It took you two hours to thoroughly pack your suitcase, having to take many dance breaks and trying on multiple different outfits.

Once you knew what you’d packed tightly into your suitcase was what you were taking, you grabbed the box cutter from your desk. Carefully, you slice through the thin tape over the box, setting it aside afterwards. You open the box slowly, your eyes widening as you look into it. Before your eyes was a somewhat elegant white lingerie set. It included the one piece lingerie and a silk robe to match. You picked it up out of the box, admiring the frilly pieces attached. Under the robe was a pair of heels to go along with the ensemble. Finally, you picked up a small pouch. You opened it, finding a note inside.

‘Feliz aniversario, mi corazón. Can’t wait to see u in this later. -Con’

You packed everything into a small bag, which matched with your suitcase. You’d finally finished packing. It was almost 11pm, so you decided to put your bags in front of the door for tomorrow. You placed a pair of sweats and a hoodie out for your airport outfit tomorrow. Finally, you turned off all the lights in your apartment, scheduled your alarm, and curled up under your blankets as you fell asleep to the soft murmuring of the tv.

Early the next morning you’re up an hour before your 4am alarm. You use this time to do some last minute arrangements to your luggage, fix your hair if necessary, and do a little makeup.

Your flight was at 6:45, so you needed to be out of the house by at least 5:30. You didn't leave until 6, meaning you’d have to speed to the airport and try your best to get through and on your plane. Luckily, you made your flight on time (only because of a delay) and took off safely. You sent a text to Connie before turning your phone on airplane mode before drifting to sleep.

You woke up to the flight attendant softly nudging you, letting you know you’d be landing shortly. You thank her and get yourself together. When the plane lands, you make your way to the baggage area. You text Connie, confirming your arrival before you grab your bags and head to the front to wait. As you made your way to sit in a nearby chair, you heard someone call your name. You looked to your left, then to your right, but you didn’t see anyone. You heard it again, but this time it was closer. You turn behind you to see Connie jogging towards you. Immediately, your bags are abandoned and you meet Connie, finally getting to feel his touch and inhale his scent after weeks of going without it.

Connie pulled away, kissing your temple before stepping back. “Damn ma, you look so good. Tu m'as manqué, bébé.”

“I missed you too, Con.”

“Your French is getting better I see.” He teased. You smacked his chest, walking to grab your bags. Connie tsk’s as he takes your bags and carries them himself. The gesture was just bare minimum behavior, but it still didn't keep the butterflies in your stomach from forming quickly.

When you stepped outside of the airport, you didn’t expect to see the night sky mixing with the near setting sun. When you asked Connie for the time, you didn’t expect to hear him say it was 4pm. You were still adjusting to the time adjustment so your brain was somewhat foggy. When you made it to his car, he opened the door for you first and allowed you to get comfortable before putting your bags in the trunk. When he gets in the car, he can't help but to lock the doors and kiss you. He missed you way more than you knew, but you knew that he’d do anything possible to make it up to you.

“Cooon, not here..” You whispered breathly in his ear. He just groans and pulls away from you.

He kissed you one more time, then turned on the car. The drive to his hotel was somewhat silent. You’d think he’d be more talkative because of how badly he missed you. Instead, he kept a firm grip on the steering wheel, only speaking a few times the whole ride.

When you arrived at his hotel, he opened your door again. You fought with him to carry your duffel bag up to the room while he carried your suitcase and the room key. The hotel was beautiful to say the least. When you walked into the room, your heart fluttered and thumped in excitement. The room was dark except for the candles flickering. When you flipped the light switch, you inaudibly gasped. He had petals on the ground leading from the walkway to his bed, where a few boxes laid on top.

“Connie..you didn’t.” You felt tears brimming your eyes, looking up at him. He held your duffle bag, urging you to go inside. When you get inside, he closes the door behind you (and makes sure to hang the ‘Ne Pas Déranger!’ sign on the door handle).

You waited until he stood in front of you to open the biggest box (as he instructed). Inside was an assortment of toys and a set of handcuffs and a blindfold. You looked up at him with a ‘really?’ look. He simply shrugged.

“Don’t act like you don’t love when I use toys on you. Open the last one now, baby.”

You rolled your eyes, but picked up the box. You unwrapped it and looked at the small, black box. Hesitantly, you open it. Inside was the most beautiful ring you’d seen. When you went to look up at Connie, he’d already been kneeling in front of you. Your face scrunched up, trying your hardest not to cry as he holds one of your hands in both of his. He inhales, swallowing tears of his own.

“Do you remember the day we met, baby? You were working at that coffee shop on campus.”

You giggled, wiping your tears with the back of your hand.

“Yeah, and you asked me some stupid ass question about-”

“How many grams of protein was in the bagel and the cream cheese you’d just given me.” He interrupted, laughing with you. “You gotta give me credit, baby, it was the only way I could think to talk to you. You were way outta my league.”

You scoffed. “Nah, you were out of my league. But you still got my number though..after waiting like two months.”

“Yeah, you’re a stubborn one.” He looked away from you for a second to collect himself. “But that’s what I love about you.”

“You know what you want, and you make it known that you’ll do whatever to get it. When you said we could be friends, you have no idea how excited I was. I made sure to text you every morning, between classes, and before bed. I knew you were busy, but I wanted you to know I was gonna be there for you always. When I broke up with my last girl, you were there for me. When your ex cheated on you I was there for you. Even though you stayed longer than I’d like, I still showed my support for you.”

“Through all that, I saw how much trust you put in me and how much you let me into your heart. Two years after we met I asked you to be my girlfriend. Of course you said no, because you’re so damn stubborn.”

“Connie you asked me to be your girlfriend in the Wendy’s drive thru, of course I was gonna say no.”

He held his heart as if he were hurt by your comment. “It wasn't even about allat. I loved you and I knew if I didn't at least try I wouldn't be able to live with myself.”

“But I eventually said yes, didn’t I?”

He nodded, kissing the back of your hand. “Si, you did. And now I’m asking you to be my wife.”

“In a hotel.”

He rolled his eyes. “Oui, but a hotel in France.”

“I’m joking, Con. I’ll marry you. Doesn’t matter where, when, or how. I love you.”

“And I love you, cariño.”

You handed him the box and watched as he slipped the ring on your finger. He stood to his feet, embracing you tightly. When he pulled away, he wiped the tears from your cheeks, sighing at your complaints of him ‘ruining your makeup’.

“You think it’s ruined now? Just wait until I get you naked on this bed, mami.”

You roll your eyes, wrapping your arms around his neck. “You can’t not make a sex joke, can you? It hasn’t been 2 minutes since you proposed and you’ve already got sex on your mind.”

“It’s what I’m good at. Besides making you scream..”

“Connie..” You walked away from him, walking into the bathroom to touch up your makeup. He followed, letting his hands grab at your waist.

“Baby, can you grab that box out of my suitcase?”

“What b-oooh that box.”

He smirked at you through the mirror, leaving a kiss on your neck before walking away to rummage through your luggage. Through your peripheral vision, you could see Connie tossing article after article of clothing out of your suitcase and behind him onto the floor. You rolled your eyes, poking your head out of the door to scold him, but it was almost as if he felt you staring daggers into the back of his head as he muttered a quick ‘désolée’ before finding the box. He stood to his feet, walking back to you with a smile on his face. You give him a sarcastic smile back, pushing him out of the bathroom before shutting the door and locking it.

No longer than 10 seconds and he was already complaining on the other side of the door.

“Mamiiiiii, do you really have to have the door closed and locked? Tu es si dramatique”

“I’m not dramatic, Con, you just can't control yourself.”

You rolled your eyes as he sighed dramatically on the other side of the door. You slipped into the lingerie set, not quite being able to reach behind to tie the string. Grabbing two towels, you wrap one around the top half of your body and one around the bottom, leaving only your back exposed. Unlocking the door, you open it to find Connie leaning against the doorframe. Sighing, you turn back around, facing away from him.

“I need you to tie the string.”

He tilted his head in confusion. “Why all the towels?”

“You can’t control yourself.”

He scoffed, taking both pieces of string in his hand to pull them and tie them tightly and properly. Turning you back around, he looked in your eyes, then down to your stomach, then back up to your eyes. You watched as he basically eye fucked you before closing the door again. Sitting on the lid of the toilet, you slip your feet into the clear heels he’d also gifted you, tightening the strap on both. Slowly, you stood up, walking over to the mirror to fluff your hair a little and adjust your breasts. Finally, you slipped on the robe, tying it around your waist.

Flipping the switch, the bathroom quickly lost light. You took a deep breath, feeling your anxiety bubble up in your chest.

“‘Kay, I’m coming out. Close your eyes, Connie.”

He giggles, covering his eyes with both palms. “They’re closed, baby. Amène ton cul sexy ici, bébé.”

You twisted the knob on the door, slowly opening it. You walk over to Connie, your heels announcing your every step as they knock on the floor. Connie knows when you’ve stopped walking. Not just because your heels stopped hitting against the floor, but he could smell you. Keeping his eyes closed, he removed both hands from his eyes, pulling you closer between his open legs. He smooths his cold hands over your body, groaning softly as he tugs at the silk fabric. You shudder at that, trying your hardest not to moan.

“You can open 'em now, Con.”

Quickly, his eyes shot open, taking in everything he saw before him. The sight of your hair pinned back, just to keep the strands from in your face, the way your tits sat up beautifully through the see-through silk robe you had on, your painted toes peeking through your heels. Everything made Connie insanely hard. He knew he should take his time, but it was hard seeing you so…nude, but not even nude. He brought his hands up to your waist, toying with the ribbon. Your silent whines let him know all he needed to. Slowly and calculated, he unties the ribbon, letting it fall. The robe opened up just enough for him to see your belly piercing in front of his face. Placing a soft kiss on your belly, he pulled the robe open, exposing the rest of your front. He could finally see those thighs on full display, wanting nothing more than to mark them up and make you cry.

“Take it off, mami. Go ahead, don’t be shy. You was talkin’ all that shit yesterday, what happened?”

“Shut up, Connie.” You slipped your arms out of the robe, letting it drop to the floor behind you. Connie looked you up and down again, licking his lips seductively before turning you around. Roughly, he placed both palms on your hips, squeezing them enough to have you groaning. The sounds that left your mouth made him twitch in his pants. As much as he wanted to tease you, he was tired of waiting to have you. It was so much easier when you weren’t standing in front of him.

Quickly, Connie stood up from the bed, cupping your face in his hands. The way he towered over you made you feel so small…so submissive. Softly, he moved his hands from your face to your shoulders, softly pushing down on them. You quickly received the hint and got onto your knees, placing your hands on top of them. You watched intently and quietly as he slowly unbuckled his belt, removing it completely and tossing it on the bed behind you. When you reached up to unbutton his pants, he softly slapped your hands away.

“Almost forgot. Go ahead and grab those cuffs in that bag next to you.”

You reached into the bag, grabbing the matte black handcuffs and handing them over. Once you set them in his hand, Connie moved behind you, cuffing both of your wrists behind your back. Once he had you confirm the cuffs were tight, he moved back in front of you. He held a slight smirk, placing his hand on your head while he looked down on you. He lightly tapped the side of your face with his other hand, sighing heavily.

“You know what your safeword is, right?”

You nod. “It’s __.”

“And what’s my name for tonight? What are you gonna call me when I’m digging in it?”

“Daddy.”

“Or…?”

You bite your lip in concentration, fingers fidgeting behind your back while he looked at you impatiently. His intense look made your eyes twinkle with realization.

“Papi…or sir, but you don’t really like sir like that Con, do you?” You ramble. He chuckles lightly, shaking his head.

“And in the event that you’ve got my dick or sum in your mouth, what do you do when you wanna stop?”

“Three taps, pinches, or slaps on whatever I can reach."

He didn’t respond, just nodded. Finally, he kisses your forehead, unbuttoning his pants. He keeps them at his waist, leaning down to whisper in your ear.

“I’m gonna beat that pussy up, baby. Gonna make you cum until you cry.”

#[☆]-the naughty room #connie springer #connie x you #connie springer x reader #connie springer smut #aot x reader #aot smut

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kenjakusbraincum · 4 months

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IGHT HERE WE GO THIS IS OVULATION AND BREEDING CAUSE HAHAHA….send me to jail before I embarrass myself………

Sukuna loves your cycle. Especially when you are ovulating and bleeding. Sukuna somehow knows every step of your cycle with pin point accuracy, and I believe it’s through his sense of smell. Like when you your body is getting ready to ovulate he can smell it coming and he pays very close to attention to you, he sees the way you start craving something sweet. Watches you sneak into the kitchen to grab something that will satisfy you. He makes sure Uraume or the servants are constantly making sweets. He probably makes Uraume make them because he trust their skill more than then any other servant.

He’s ears perk up when you hiss at the slight soreness forming around your beast. Most of the time he will pull you on his lap and undo your robes just enough for your breast to spill out so he can massage and play with them. He might even suck on them but won’t go so far as to fuck you…not yet.

He watches the way waddle a bit because of the slight pain that starts creeping up. When the two of you are together he hold you close so that his body heat will ease you and will wrap his arms around right where your womb sits. On one had it’s also to ease the pain but also in anticipation. He knows you are fertile, and that if he fucks you, there’s a high chance of you becoming pregnant. It makes him even more possessive of you and makes his need to breed you soar. If only these nuisances weren’t around. He would breed you in front of them but at the same time he doesn’t want anyone to see his pet in such a state. That’s for his eyes only.

Finally when the two of you are alone. He takes you. He makes it very clear that you are not going to leave this room until you are so full of him you cannot move or else his cum will spill out. And he doesn’t want that, he wants to make sure his seed takes root and creates something made out his love for you and your very being. He will probably leave so many marks and bruises on you. Bite marks on your sore breasts, nipples swollen from how much he kept sucking on them. Your stomach might have some light marks or love bites to show your womb some love. (His dick/s aren’t enough, he needs to make it very obvious.)

I like to believe that when you’re fertile he likes to spend a good amount of time eating you out. Because your taste is so much sweeter than usual. As a reward he doesn’t use his normal mouth, he likes to use his belly mouth. Because he know how much you like the feeling of his belly mouth encasing your entire cunt. He has to have one pair of arms on your hips and another holding your hands because you go weak and limp at the feeling. It helps ground you but the sight he sees…your form trembling and head thrown back. The sweat forming on you making you shine with the bit of moon light coming in. It’s ethereal and special when you just so happen to be fertile.

S-should I start writing fic?……………..

PLS EITHER WRITE IT OR KEEP WRITING TO MY INBOX BECAUSE I LOVE THIS SM <333 Unleashing my breeding kink to the fullest in these last couple of asks...

Is a man who tracks your cycle really that much to ask for? I'm not saying Sukuna excuses bad behavior, but if it's in line with your moody days he's definitely more lenient about it. Him instructing Uraume when to keep extra stashes of sweets and snacks that you can enjoy when you start to crave it !! UGHH!

I also love the image of Sukuna possessively keeping a hand on your belly like that. That is his, entirely his to do with it whatever he wants!! And I like that you describe his wish to make you a baby not just as his possessiveness but also his love for you!! Sukuna expresses love in weird ways. He would die before he ever said ''I love you'' but he would do stuff like this... Ah plssss

I would 10/10 read a fic with these themes if you decided to write it!!

#asks #like i really dont want children BUTT if sukuna was real...#and if he was like this...

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itgetsdark-x · 1 year

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Car sex with dbf!Joel plssss. Have funnn

A/N: anything for you boo 🩵 may or may not have taken like ten years to write this but I hope it’s okay for you!!

Summary: Joel comes to pick you up after a night out, you decide to shoot your shot finally and he gives you the best night of your life in the back of his truck.

Warnings: 18+ (minors dni), unprotected p in v (do better, people), age gap is heavily implied though ages are not stated, semi-public sex, use of good girl!

Word Count: 4.1k

Characters: dbf!Joel Miller x f!reader

You giggled as you fumbled clumsily with your phone, your thumbs tapped lightly on the screen and you almost dropped it a couple of times. After finally catching your phone for almost the hundredth time that night, you brought it up to your ear and heard the line ring in your ear.

“Hello?” You heard the gruff voice speak down the receiver and you giggled stupidly.

“J-Joel,” you hiccuped and a small burp left your parted lips. “Can you come and get me? Dad doesn’t know I went out and he would kill me if he found out. I’m meant to be helping him on site tomorrow.” You laughed.

“Darlin’…” Joel warned. “Where are you?” He asked and you could hear the edge in his voice.

“‘M fine, actually. I’ll get a cab.” You mumbled and walked to the edge of the sidewalk, looking down the street. You stumbled, your ankle rolled and your phone slipped out of your hand. “Fuck!” You cursed, kneeling down to pick up your phone again.

“Where are you? Princess, are ya okay?” He called, you could hear his voice as your brought your phone back up to your ear.

“Fine. I’m fine. I’m um, I’m at the bar in town.” You mumbled and sat on the edge of the sidewalk, your limbs feeling too heavy to stand fully again. He knew exactly what bar you were referring to, Joel had picked you up from it far too many times.

“I’ll be ten minutes. Be careful.” Joel commanded and with that, he hung up the phone.

You swallowed thickly, your heart hammered against your chest as you sat and waited for Joel. You had discarded your heels beside you and you rubbed your sore feet as the cool air sunk down to your bones.

You had been out with a couple friends for the night, and in all fairness, you hadn’t really had a lot to drink but stupidly you drank on an empty stomach which meant the alcohol hit your head harder than intended. Joel was your dad’s best-friend, he lived a couple streets away from you and he had bailed you out like this on more than one occasion.

You had developed quite the crush on Joel over the past couple of years; you weren’t sure whether it was down to his salt and pepper hair, his broad shoulders or aging looks but something about the older male drove you well and truly mad.

You hugged your frame tightly, pulling your small dress to your torso, trying to gain a fraction of heat from within yourself; it didn’t work and you shivered as you sat there nervously waiting for Joel to arrive.

“What’s a pretty girl like you doing waiting around in the cold? How ‘bout you come back to mine and I’ll keep you real warm.” An unfamiliar voice called out to you and you felt your stomach drop immediately. You kept your eyes fixed on your sore feet and tried your best to ignore the male looming over you. “Hm? Not much of a talker? That’s okay baby, I don’t need words to show you a good time.” He slurred.

“I’m w-waiting for a friend, sorry. I’ve got a boyfriend.” You replied meekly, the lie not sounding convincing, even to yourself.

“Ha. Yeah right, silly bitch. As if you could get a boyfriend, stuck up cunt.” He cursed at you and you winced away from his words timidly. “Wouldn’t wanna waste my time on you anyway, slag.” He shouted out and spat on the floor next to you, narrowly avoiding you.

You got up away from it as you saw him turn and walk away, you were just grateful for him to have left you alone without too much of a fight although his words stung and tears were pricking at your eyes. You shivered and picked your heels up, you looked down the street and felt your nerves calm as you saw the familiar sight of Joel’s truck approaching.

You weren’t sure if it was the interaction that just happened, the booze that thrummed throughout your body or even just the approaching safety of Joel that caused the tears to fall aggressively. You sniffled and try to take a few calming breaths but it only seemed to make it worse and as Joel stepped out of his truck, you let out a shaky sob.

“What’s the matter, princess?” Joel asked concernedly, the nickname falling from his lips with ease. He always had some term of endearment for you but now, it only seemed to make you cry a little harder.

“T-there, there was a guy.” You sobbed, your voice shaking.

Joel took off his jacket and immediately wrapped it around your shoulders, he scooped you off the cold sidewalk with ease and placed you in the passenger seat of his truck. He went around the other side and climbed in before buckling the two of you in.

“I’m gonna drive a couple streets over, let you warm up and calm down and then we can have a chat about what happened, sound good, darlin’? You okay with that?” He asked, his warm voice was like a hot cup of cocoa.

You nodded and sniffed, you were pretty sure there would be make up running down your cheeks but you couldn’t care less.

Joel drove in silence, he had placed a warm hand to your cold knee and let his rough thumb smooth over your skin. The small action made you blush and you felt embarrassed for crying so hard in front of Joel. You weren’t sure whether it was the safety of Joel of the previous interaction but you felt almost stone cold sober, any feeling of intoxication had left you; now, all you could focus on was the feeling of Joel’s hand and how you wished it would inch up higher under your dress. You had pulled the mirror down and wiped away some excess makeup and you took a few shaky breaths as you slowly started to warm up and calm down fully.

Joel pulled his truck over, it was a dimly lit street and it was dead silent outside. He turned his engine off and turned to look at you with concern deep in his brown eyes. You undid your seatbelt to turn to the older male, you had shimmied his jacket off your shoulders as you warmed up and you bit on your lip as you contemplated your words.

“I-I’m really sorry about all of this,” you gestured up and down your body. “I didn’t mean to cry, and I’m really sorry for, well for no doubt waking you up. Please don’t tell my dad, he’ll kill me!” You whined, your voice still rough and shaky.

“It’s okay,” Joel said softly, placing his hand on your leg again, this time it was a couple inches higher and it sat on your thigh. He once again smoothed his thumb over your skin and you couldn’t help but shiver under his touch. “Are you still cold? Do you want the heat on?” He asked, reaching for his keys.

“N-no! I’m fine. I’m fine.” You whispered.

“What happened back there, do you wanna talk about it?” Joel asked softly.

“There was a guy, he was a complete dickhead. It was nothing, I think I’m just overreacting. He um, he tried to take me home so I lied and said I have a boyfriend and then he called me a stuck up cunt and uh, he said that no man would want me…” your voice trailed off as the sting of the harsh words started again. “Which like, I guess it’s true, like I’m single, clearly for a reason but a stranger didn’t have to say that to me, y’know?” You whispered and stared down into your lap feeling insecure.

Joel frowned and shook his head as you spoke. He wanted to find the man to upset you like that and he wanted to hurt him for every making you feel less than worthy. He couldn’t understand how any person could look at you and think that; to Joel, you were near perfect aside from the tiny detail of being his friend’s daughter.

“Cupcake, you’re perfect. That guy is an immature idiot, I’m sorry he said those things to you.” He said quietly, his voice calmed you down and you melted under his gaze. Joel hooked his fingers under your chin to get you to look at him once more. You smiled weakly at him as you took in his appearance. Suddenly the air in the truck felt suffocating and your skin burned.

“Joel,” you whispered, you could feel the tension between you two, it was palpable and thick. “Can I?” You asked quietly before closing the space between you both and pressing a kiss to his lips.

It took a second for Joel to register what you had done, he should have pulled away from you, told you no and took you home without another word but he wasn’t doing that, instead he knotted his fingers into your hair and he pulled you closer to kiss you deeper. You moaned softly as the kiss deepened, Joel’s tongue swiped along your bottom lip and he tasted the vanilla scent of your glossy lips. You opened your mouth willing for the older man as he commanded the kiss, his tongue explored your mouth and it had you whimpering from the back of your throat. Joel tasted of mint and vague hint of coffee, it made you feel drunker than any of the drinks you had consumed that night.

When he finally pulled away from the kiss, you sucked in a deep breath as you calmed yourself down. Your cheeks were flushed pink with embarrassment and you sank back into your seat timidly.

“I—“ you spoke but Joel cut you off with his own words.

“I’m sorry, I took advantage of you there. It was a moment of weakness; you were upset and you kissed me and I’m sorry, darlin’. It won’t ever happen again. Fuck.” He mumbled and went to turn the key in the ignition again.

“Don’t.” You said softly and held his arm still. “Fuck me.” You whispered, your voice barely there but in the silence of the night it sounded like a scream.

“What?!” Joel asked ludicrously. “Princess, you’re my friend’s daughter. I’m almost double the age of you. You don’t want this. You’re just in a vulnerable state a-and you’re drunk!” Joel argued, clearly trying to convince himself it was a bad idea as he rubbed his hand through his facial hair.

“True, I am but I don’t see my dad here and he doesn’t have to know! Age is a number, Joel, I’m a woman, an adult! I do want this, I’ve wanted it for an embarrassingly long time and I’m not vulnerable or drunk, I had a bad experience and I cried and I’m okay!” You justified. “Does that check your list off?” You jested.

“I don’t know…” Joel said, surely he was being pranked and any moment your dad would pop up, shake his hand and thank him for being a true gentleman.

“Fuck me. Please. I want it.” You whined, all but begging the male as your fingers toyed with the hem of your dress to flash your skimpy, lace panties at Joel.

He made a small noise from the back of his throat as he could see the outline of your cunt through the fabric. You were there, looking so perfect and he wanted you, badly, even though he knew he shouldn’t. He should be better than this, stronger than this but he couldn’t resist when you spread your legs a little further to flash more of yourself to him.

“I’m going to hell.” He groaned and leant forward to bring you in for a bruising kiss once more. “Get in the back.” He commanded and you nodded before climbing between the seats until you were in the back of the vehicle.

Joel exited his truck and was at the back passenger door within seconds; he slid into the seat next to you and you felt your heart flutter.

“Take your dress off, I wanna see you whilst you ride me.” Joel whispered, palming his half hard cock through the fabric of his rough denim.

You obliged happily and quickly pulled off your dress, all inhibitions and nerves had gone out of the window.

“Fuck, look at you. Look at your body, so perfect.” Joel complimented and you were grateful for the dimly lit truck as you felt your cheeks burn deeply.

“Shut up.” You rolled your eyes, not knowing how to take the compliment.

You wasted no more time and you swung your legs over Joel’s lap; his face was level with your breasts and it made his mouth water hungrily. He brought a hand up and ripped down one of the cups of your bra, he grabbed the soft flesh of your breast and brought a nipple into his mouth. His teeth nipped at the bud, just as quick, his tongue darted out to soothe the sting with pleasure. You arched your back and pressed your breasts forward, his other hand came up to repeat the process. His fingers grabbed the edge and ripped the cup down, you heard the stitches rip and it caused the fabric to fall limply. Mentally, you cursed the male for that and would definitely bring it up later but right this second, Joel was working his mouth over one of your nipples and his fingers tweaked your other one. Right in that moment, you couldn’t bring yourself to care in the slightest.

“Need your cock.” You breathed, your fingers intertwining into Joel’s soft locks.

“If we weren’t cramped in the back of my truck right now, I would spread you out and lick your pussy until you were begging for me to stop.” Joel huffed, fumbling with his belt buckle and buttons of his jeans, trying to free his member.

“Hurry up.” You whined, lifting yourself backwards so Joel could access himself more.

“Patience, sweet girl.”

Joel let out a soft groan as he finally freed himself from his jeans, he throbbed in his hand as he gave himself a few strokes whilst you sat back gently and admired Joel’s length and thickness. You looped your arms tightly around Joel’s neck and brought yourself closer to him once again, deciding enough was enough. You swatted his hand away gently as you took his length and gently pressed it to your slick entrance. Your whole body shuddered as you sank down onto his length.

A raw moan ripped from your throat as your walls stretched around his thick cock, he stroked at your thighs and leant forward to press sloppy kisses to your chest.

“Good girl,” He groaned against your skin. “Such a good girl for me, that’s it. Take me all in. Tell me how it feels.”

“J-Joel! So good, you’re so big. Stretching me out s-so good.” You whimpered, your voice barely above a whisper as your hips ground back and forth as you stretched yourself out on Joel.

He smiled against your sensitive skin and nipped at your chest, a red mark beginning to bloom in its wake. He took his hands and grabbed at your hips roughly, urging you to move on him.

“Come on, move for me, good girl.”

You nodded, looking down at Joel’s features as you rose from his cock and pushed yourself back down onto him, working up a steady pace albeit a bit awkwardly in the limited space of his truck. Your fingers scratched at the fabric of Joel’s shirt as you bounced in his lap.

Joel released his grip from one of your hips and wound his hand between you both just so he could circle your clit with his thumb; you arched your back and allowed the older male more space to access your sensitive bud. As soon as his rough thumb made contact with you, you gasped loudly and let out an animalistic moan before Joel released your other hip and pressed a finger to your lips, shushing you.

“Don’t want people to hear anything and come looking now, do we darlin’?”

You shook your head no in response and bit into your bottom lip to try and keep yourself quiet. Joel just smirked up at you and worked his thumb faster as your hips began to falter and you worked yourself on his cock in messy bounces. Your thighs were shaking, burning with the effort as you could feel your orgasm creeping up on you.

“Wanna take a risk? You’ll have to be real good and quiet for me though.”

“W-what do you have in mind?” You asked, your voice a small whimper as you stopped your movements.

“I wanna fuck you like you truly deserve but I can’t do it in the space of the truck. How bout you get out of the truck, stand in the door, bend over the seats and I can fuck you good and proper from behind. You’ll just have to be real quiet so we don’t get caught.” Joel explained and you nodded eagerly.

The thought of having sex with Joel was a turn on for you, it had been for a while but the thought of being fucked by Joel in a place where you could easily be caught caused you to be more turned on than you physically thought was possible.

Before you could process what you were doing or have any second thoughts or doubts, you were climbing off of Joel’s lap and opening the door to his truck to position yourself as he mentioned. You bent your body over the back seats and stuck your ass out, with your legs parted, to allow the male all the access he needed.

Joel was quick to appear behind you, wasting no time at all. He took his cock and pressed it to you, your fingers gripped in vein at the leather of the seats as you bit into your lip to keep yourself from making a sound. Joel thrust forward abruptly and within a second he was bottomed out in you. You let out a loud gasp, your eyes fluttered shut as delicate stars flashed behind your eyelids as Joel built up a steady pace of fucking into you.

“Good girl, taking my cock so well and in public. Naughty. What would your daddy say about this, hm?” Joel groaned, his voice low and sultry as he bent over your body to whisper the words into your ear.

“S-shut up!” You whined pathetically.

Joel let out a breathy chuckle and gripped your hips just a little bit tighter, you knew his pressing fingers were likely to leave marks on your delicate skin and you couldn’t wait to relish that feeling tomorrow as you relived this moment over and over in your head.

Joel released one of your hips and wound his hand under you so his fingers could tease your throbbing clit once more; his fingers made contact with your sensitive bud and in that second, you swore you died and went straight to heaven. You bit harder into your bottom lip until the faint, familiar tang of metal filled your mouth. You breathed deeply, your stomach heaving as Joel kept up his punishing rhythm of his hips and hand.

“I-Joel, I’m gonna —“ you whimpered, your fingers still searching for something to grip onto as your legs shook.

“Mhm, I know darlin’. That’s it. Cum for me, good girl.”

Your head dropped into your arm, your legs all but gave out as you finally came undone around Joel. Your head span ferociously as your walls fluttered around him, your stomach knotted and unknotted as you came harder than you ever had before. Joel worked you through your intense orgasm, his fingers and his cock never letting up, not even for a second.

Once he was sure you were done, he removed his hand from your clit and went back to your hips, he held you up as he quickly chased his own high. Soft whines left your lips as your body prickled with over sensitivity, Joel cooed and hushed you softly as he brought himself closer.

“I know, I know. Fuck, I’m almost there. Feels so good.” Joel hissed through gritted teeth, trying his hardest not to let out his moans of pleasure.

Your head still rested in your arms and you let out a gasp as you felt Joel’s hips falter behind you. He buried himself deep into you as his cock twitched and you felt the first spurts of his orgasm fill you up. He let out a quiet groan, his fingers tensed into your hips and you wiggled your ass as you clenched around him, milking him for what he was worth.

You stayed like that for a few more seconds, the night air was cool and deadly silent; the tension between you suddenly felt thick. Joel pulled out of you, he let out a small hiss through gritted teeth at the sensation and quickly tucked himself away into his jeans once more.

“I think I have some wet wipes and tissues in the glove box, uh, hold on and let me check.” Joel mumbled quietly, the silence suddenly being broken brought you back down to earth.

“Oh, uh. Thanks. Could you, um?” You whispered when Joel reappeared with the promised goods.

He nodded silently and quickly helped you clean up, it wasn’t ideal but it was a temporary fix before you could get home and shower.

“I should get you home, darlin’.”

Joel didn’t say another word, he silently opened up the truck door for you and soon went round to the drivers side. You nervously fumbled to dress yourself again, properly and climbed into the truck, Joel started the engine and soon the warm air filled the small air for which, you were grateful.

The drive back to your house was near silent, just the dull thrum of Joel’s truck engine and the low hum of the heater blowing air into the truck. Every so often you would open your mouth to speak but the words died weakly in your throat before you could actually form a sentence.

Joel pulled up at just down the street from your home that you shared with your dad, he could watch you go to safety but wasn’t close enough to rouse suspicions in case your dad saw his truck.

“Uh, thank you. For the- the lift and for uh, well. For the other thing.” You mumbled, staring into your lap before reaching into the footwell to grab your bag.

Your hand reached for the door handle when Joel didn’t respond and you felt your stomach sink, you could feel the silent resentment and regret laying thick in the air.

“Well I’ll see you around ours soon, no doubt. Thanks again, Joel.”

Joel grabbed your wrist, softly and it stopped you in your tracks, you turned to look at him and he pulled you in for a kiss; it was slow, sensual and passionate. It took you a few seconds to register what he was doing and you kissed him back with eagerness. He pressed his forehead to yours as he broke the kiss and his hot breath fanned across your kiss-swollen lips.

“I’m sorry, for tonight. I’m sorry if you regret it all.” You whispered, your eyes closing as you braced yourself for the reaction of the older man.

“Regret it?!” Joel asked abruptly, his voice a little too loud for the early hours of the morning. “Sorry, I just, I mean why would I, of all people, regret this? Regret you?! It should be the other way round. I’m just your dad’s best friend, a silly old man.” He chuckled.

“Don’t say that.” You frowned and opened your eyes to look at him once more. “You’re… you’re you, you’re Joel, definitely not a silly old man. Maybe old but you’re handsome, caring and a great fuck. Definitely not a silly old man.” You laughed as you teased him.

You kissed Joel once more, it was a quick peck and you sighed as you calmed yourself to leave the truck.

“Look, obviously I’m not gonna say anything about this to my dad, clearly.” You reassured him. “We can pretend this never happened or…”

“Or?…”

“We could meet up and do this again, and again… and again.” You smirked at him.

“I choose the latter. Pick you up tomorrow night once your old man has gone to bed?” Joel grinned boyishly at you.

“See you then, old man.” You teased and exited the vehicle before you got wrapped up with the male once again.

He laughed and shot a middle finger in your direction as you walked, showing off his immature side that you adored so much. You giggled, walking backwards towards your house, heels and bag tucked under one of your arms and you flipped him off back before turning to walk the right way and you slapped your ass jokingly in the direction of Joel’s truck.

He watched as you unlocked your house door and snuck inside the darkness. He grinned to himself as he started his engine and was already counting down the hours until he could have you again.

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harryforvogue · 5 months

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omg plssss do jealous yasmine’s harry 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻 we do not need smut with that gal don’t even worry

Harry observes as Yasmine converses with a PhD candidate from another department. She can be stubborn, infuriating, and difficult. All things he doesn’t mind, really. They’re alike in that way. But she also has the ability to piss Harry off by doing nothing to him.

Two days ago, Yasmine had told the TA email chain that she would be missing their weekly meeting because another responsibility had come up. And after some digging (prying actually because he texted her relentlessly wanting to know what she was doing that would keep her from coming to the meeting – which he disguised as annoyance because they needed to make an updated schedule for the exam period coming up in 4 weeks – she finally caved, glaring up at him with those dark eyes, spitting, “I’ve another meeting, got it?”)

Which meant that Yasmine did not have another meeting. She had a date.

Harry would also like to set the record straight about two things.

One, he’s not a stalker and there are only a few places that a couple can even go on a date around campus (and he knows Yasmine would stay on campus because she teaches at 8 in the morning tomorrow) and he just happens to be at the same lounge Yasmine is at.

And two, he really really doesn’t care if Yasmine goes on dates with other people. She could go on ten dates a day for all he cares.

The lounge isn’t exactly a bar, but a hybrid between one and a restaurant. If it were up to Harry, he’d never bring a date here. It’s tacky and uncool. If it were his choice, he’d bring a woman to a sensible restaurant – nothing too flashy or distracting, and definitely not cheap. Sue him for knowing how dates work.

But across the floor, he sees Yasmine and whatever-the-fuck-his-name-is laugh quietly amongst themselves. Yasmine is in a pretty outfit with her long hair out of its usual bun. It cascades down her back, pinned out of her face. If it were up to Harry (which, again, he’s well aware that it’s not), he’d take those pins out immediately after showing up to her place. He’s never seen her angrily push her curtain bangs out of her eyes and it would delight him greatly to experience it.

Harry takes an irritated bite of his fries, looking away from them. There’s a game on the TV, some soccer match that Harry focuses on instead. He can’t help his eyes from straying a few times, but for the most part, he’s ignoring their presence.

He’s actually invested in the match when someone walks by ten minutes later. He glances absently, stilling when he sees Yasmine standing next to him, her hands crossed over her torso.

“I thought it was you,” Yasmine says, biting the inside of her cheek. She taps her foot. “Mind if I join for a minute?”

Harry’s eyebrows raise. He glances over to the table the couple was sitting at, finding it empty. “Yeah. Yeah, sure,” he says after a graceful recovery.

Yasmine pulls a seat out and sits down, crossing her legs. “Did we cancel the meeting?”

“No, we just pushed it to tomorrow. Decided on that today when 3 people didn’t show up.”

She hums, reaching for a fry from his basket. “Makes sense.”

As she’s eating his fries, Harry observes her for any signs of discomfort. She looks fine, actually, though the way she’s eating his fries suggests she’s hungry.

Harry flags down a waiter and asks for another basket of fries and spicy dip.

“You didn’t have to do that,” Yasmine says, wiping her mouth gently.

“How was your date?”

So much for not being blunt.

He expects her dark eyes to flash up at him, a growl of “None of your business” but she only looks confused, her eyebrows drawing down. “Date?”

“Yeah,” Harry says. He now feels a little annoyed at her coy behavior. “You were on a date – I saw you.”

Yasmine blinks. “You saw me?”

“Yeah you were right over there. The place isn’t so big is it?”

God, now he’s snapping at her.

She bites the inside of her cheek again. From the proximity, Harry can see she’s swept some shimmer on her eyelids, her mascara bold, and her cheeks a tempting shade of pink. When the fries come, she reaches for one again, biting into it without caring about the temperature. “No, I wasn’t on a date. It was a meeting. Been thinking about my thesis and I needed help from someone who’s already gone through this.”

Harry frowns deeply. “Looked like a date.”

She surprises him again. The corner of her mouth raises into a smirk and she leans across the table. “Spying on me?”

“You wish.” His face feels hot.

“You sound jealous, Harry.”

“Jealous?” He forces a laugh. “What would I have to be jealous about?”

Yasmine shrugs. “You tell me.”

“Nothing. That’s what.”

“Sure.” She smiles at him, her chin against her palm.

Harry knows that if he doesn’t look away from her right now, all hell will break loose. He’ll kiss her and she’ll kill him for it. And he might just be okay with that. Anything from her at this point would suffice..

His jaw clenches. He looks away.

Yasmine taps her foot against the floor again. “I was walking out and saw you so I thought I’d say hi. Get an update on the meeting, but that was a bust. Plus he’s bringing the car around to drive me back and it’s too cold to wait outside.”

So the PhD fucker is still around. Fanfuckingtastic.

“It’s okay to admit you wanted my company.” He takes a sip of his drink. When he’s ready, he turns back to her.

“You wish.”

Harry almost laughs at the reality of it.

Under the bright lights, she looks incredibly beautiful. Her lip gloss has smeared a bit, and that stupid clip in her hair is slowly sliding out. Maybe she didn’t think she was on a date, but the fancy PhD guy probably did. And now he’s bringing the car around like a gentleman. Harry nearly throws up at the thought.

Yasmine pulls out her phone when it rings. He watches as she puts it to her ear. He hates the way his stomach twists when her eyes light up.

“Hi. You’re here? Great, I’ll be right out.”

She hangs up and tucks her phone away again, standing up. “I owe you for the food.”

Harry’s mind turns. The other guy is driving her home, but what if he gets the wrong signals? What if Yasmine lets him kiss her? Brings him into her place. Allows him to–

If Harry had a car, he’d offer to drive her home himself. And he’d say yes if she were to ever invite him in. He’d kiss her like she’s never been kissed, his hands all tangled in her long hair. He’d treat her so well.

When Yasmine looks at him, she pauses, clutching her coat around herself a little tighter. “What?”

He can’t look away. Why can’t he look away?

“Nothing,” he says quietly.

Something passes over her face. But it’s gone just half a second later. “Well. Bye, Harry.”

“Bye.”

She walks away from him and the pit in his stomach returns. He puts his head down on the table. Jealousy is the worst feeling ever.

#harry and yasmine #harry styles #harry styles fic

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DAYLIGHT

part 1 , part 2

lando norris x fem!oc

( yes, its gonna be a series and yes, i guess this is my comeback on tumblr)

summary: Adaezela Samu and Lando Norris have called each other their best friends for as long as they can both remember, until one of them decides to deal with the raising tension between them.

landonorris

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crazy girl broke in and stole food from f1 driver Lando Norris, please send help

adaezelasamu at least shes not martha level of crazy, you should be grateful

⤷landonorris im very much happy with this crazy girl

alex_albon weird, it also happened to me but the crazy girl was different 🤔

⤷landonorris then it must be a common thing, better lock the doors guys

⤷lilymhe ahahaha you are so funny

⤷adaezelasamu come here wifey, I'll defend us both 👩🏾‍❤️‍💋‍👩🏻

⤷lilymhe my hero 💗💖💘💓💕💖💓

lilymhe wow send her my address i want her to break in my house too

⤷adaezelasamu OMW

⤷landonorris lily stop stealing MY best friend 😐😐

user1 its the way alex was talking about lily, his gf, and lando just went "it happens to all of us ig 🙂" as if adaezela was his gf lmaoo

user2 SHE LOOKS SO GOOD HOW

user3 she has such pretty smile omg 🥹

carlossainz55 what did you cook ada

⤷adaezelasamu some appetizers and then a pasta cacio and pepe, of course everything was great as usual

⤷carlossainz55 you will have to prepare us something one day

⤷landonorris nope she only cooks for me and herself actually 😁😁

⤷adaezelasamu not true, stop lying 😁😁😁

⤷landonorris you just broke my heart 😁😁😁😁

⤷adaezelasamu i dont care 😁😁😁😁😁

⤷carlossainz55 you two are so dumb i swear

georgerussell63 carmen says hi!

⤷adaezelasamu tell her i say that I miss her!!!! 💞💞💞💞💞💞

⤷landonorris why are you all so affectionate with my ady 😕😕

⤷georgerussell63 jealous much?

⤷landonorris yes she was my best friend first

⤷adaezelasamu lando, there is plenty of me to share between carmen, lily and you

⤷landonorris no comment

user4 shes very pretty, how long have then been together?

⤷user5 never, they are TECHNICALLY childhood best friends but everyone can see they basically in love with each others

⤷user4 oh

user6 the way lando is jealous of how much attention the others are giving to her lmfao 😭😭

⤷user7 its the way he's always saying MY best friend, MY ady , man is whipped

user8 lando could you please win the next grand prix? thank you 🧡🧡🧡🧡

user9 i missed seeing adaezela

more...

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somebody tell this man to let me go home PLEASE

landonorris NOOOO

landonorris LET ME BOTHER YOU FOREVERRRR

user1 oh to be adaezela, complaining about lando norris wanting to be with you 24/7

⤷user2 FR like pass him to me if you dont want him 😭😭

user3 mama y papa

landonorris she doesn't want to leave anymore 🤪🤪

⤷adaezelasamu you literally gaslighted me because you were sCaReD or wtv

⤷landonorris YOU DONT KNOW WHAT SHE COULD DO

⤷adaezelasamu POLICE OFFICERS ARE LITERALLY OUTSIDE OF MY HOUSE TO PREVENT HER FROM DOING WEIRD SHIT??

⤷landonorris yeah but what if 😕

⤷adaezelasamu there you go, making me feel bad again

⤷landonorris 😕😕😕😕😕😕😕

⤷adaezelasamu FINE ill sleep here

⤷user4 honestly what the fuck is fuck is happening?? like police officers outside of Adaezela'a house? lando being scared for her??

lilymhe babe call me plsss🙂

⤷adaezelasamu yes ma'am 🫡

user5 what kind of life are these two living like wtf 😭😭

carlossainz55 what is happening

⤷landonorris ill call you carlos dw

⤷user6 so not even lily or carlos knows what's going on??

charles_leclerc how is he even sleeping there

⤷landonorris talent

⤷adaezelasamu hes just weird charles dont ask questions

⤷user7 PLSSSS ADAEZELA 😭😭

user8 couple goals honestly

⤷user9 exactly, i want what these bitches have 😭

user10 what is happening??? I hope both of them are ok cause wtf

⤷adaezelasamu guys dont worry, both me and lando are fine! we just had an encounter with a crazy fan

#lando norris #ln4 #lando norris social media au #childhood friends to lovers #formula one #f1 #f1 instagram au #f1 smau #lando norris insta au #mclaren #lando norris 4 #f1 drivers

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hii can i request a scaramouche angst plssss im begging for one pls i want to cry, maybe make scara really mean, abandon us or something like that. until one day or years later he regreted his decision and decided to look for us and found us with other ppl (CHILDE PLSLS YK THE DRAMA) thank uuu<3333

Too late now —

pairings: scaramouche x gn! reader, childe x gn! reader

warnings: toxic and abusive scara, mentions of scars, angst to fluff, trauma, swearing

a/n: sorry this took awhile to get out anyways, I love this idea. have I ever mentioned how much I love writing angst? I hope you like this post and enjoy reading! (not proofread)

"how could you have been so careless and stupid? why did you even sign up for this job if you can't even do something as simple as arranging papers? can't believe I dated someone as incompetent and useless as you. get out." scaramouche yelled at you as you looked down in shame.

"w-what?" you stuttered out in disbelief.

"did you not hear me? I said get out of my sight you stupid bitch, I never want to see your face ever again! or do I have to make you get out?" he repeated, hands sparking with electro, reminding you of an incident that had happened awhile ago.

you knew better then to disobey his orders, having experienced the consequences of it before.

you quickly got up from your knees, sobbing as you ran out of his room. you loved him, you really did, but why does he treat you this way? a year ago, he was still treating you as if you were made of glass, what happened?

memories of his traumatic punishments flooded your mind as your knees gave out under you, making you latch onto a nearby wall for support. you looked at the scars on your arms and legs that serves as a reminder to you of what he has done.

the electro cracking in his hands sending shocks down your body, the horrifying look on his face still haunts you at night.

"hey, you alright?"

"childe?"

"why are you crying?"

you took one good look at him before bursting out in tears. you felt ashamed for crying in front of him, but you couldn't control yourself as flashbacks of the abuse you experienced flashed through your mind.

childe pats you on your back reassuringly, while telling you everything and anything that you needed to hear. he held you close to him, not caring about the tears that has soaked his expensive shirt.

he was everything you needed.

you never had the chance to admire his beauty, given that scaramouche was a jealous man. though now that he wasn't there to stop you anymore, you felt as if he was an angel sent from heaven. your angel.

and now that you thought about it deeply, scaramouche has never done any of these before. for someone who was all high and mighty, he sure was childish.

everytime, he would take his anger out on you then come back as if he's done nothing wrong. how foolish you were to accept his non-existent apology over and over again even after he made you go through hell and back.

though this time, you have someone here for you, to accompany you through all of these. and that person was childe.

you never noticed the way he has always been looking out for you, the way he always helps you even without you asking, the way he cared for you when you got injured on a mission.

now that you see it though, you made sure repay him back ten times.

it's been a year since then, and you've long moved on from him. you've found someone better, better then him.

childe

ajax has insisted to bringing you out for dinner to celebrate your one-year anniversary before bringing you to see his family.

while you were both on your way to the restaurant, you unfortunately bumped into a certain someone...

"[name]? why are you hanging out with this asshole?"

"what do you mean 'why are they hanging out with me'? weren't you the one who abandoned them?" ajax spat back at him.

"[name], why are you with him?" scaramouche demanded for you to answer him.

"I'm their boyfriend. so leave them alone already, won't you?" ajax pushed you behind him, standing in front of you protectively.

"this isn't your business childe, stay out of this. we don't want things to get messy."

"their business is my business, as their boyfriend, I wouldn't allow them to get hurt by you again." ajax glared at your ex.

"get hurt by me? I think you're mistaken. I've never hurt them intentionally before. now get out, and stay out." scaramouche glared back, hand crackling with electro behind his back.

"you know, I've never been one to refuse a good battle..." ajax summoned his catalyst, smirking, "and I think a fist fight would be suitable for the both of us right now."

you watched as you ex and current boyfriend both summoned their catalysts, getting ready to block and attack.

you didn't know what to do. you felt weak and useless, but when you saw scaramouche launch towards ajax with his hands aiming for a strike that might cause your boyfriend to never awake, you felt an instinct.

an instinct to protect, to defend, to help, but you weren't so stupid now were you? you weren't just going to run in front of scaramouche.

since the gods in celestia above has blessed you with a vision, you made sure to put it to good use...

if you strike a blow of anemo just at the right time, you can definately catch him off guard. after all, he's only ever thought of you as a weak little thing.

right before scaramouche's hands could touch ajax, you sent a heavy blow of anemo towards him, successfully pushing him back for awhile.

"[name]? how dare you?" scaramouche looked at you in betrayal.

"I'm not going to submit to you like a good little puppy anymore. not after what you've done, I won't come running back to you anymore." you stared blankly at him.

"your lying, you're nothing without me. so why won't you be good and come back to me?" he tried persuading you, this was how he got you to go back with him each and everytime.

"I'm not falling for that anymore, scaramouche. if you keep playing the same trick on a child, they won't fall for it after the third or fourth time. I've moved on, let me go please." you looked away, not wanting to see his reaction.

"let's go ajax, we have a dinner reservation..." you reminded, pulling him along with you, but when you were leaving you can't help but think.

'would I have forgiven him again if I hadn't met ajax? if he 'apologised' earlier? if I didn't leave?'

though that's too late to think about now, since it's too late now...

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