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etherealtobio · 3 years

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𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐩𝐭. 𝟏

part 2

— haikyuu characters and what they’d do to help you sleep ♡

— feat. akaashi, atsumu, bokuto, hinata, kageyama, kita, osamu, suna, and tsukishima

— contains: gn!reader, established relationships, food mentions, slight manga spoilers, & slight crack bc that's just how it is <3

— a/n: this is for my beloved insomniacs, and here's my first headcanon !! LETSGOOO <3 i hope u enjoy and pls reblog if u liked it !! part 2 is up now╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

⇨ 𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈 reads you a book !! have you heard of his voice ?? SO soothing which will lull you to sleep <3 he asks you what book you want him to read but he sometimes insists on reading you stories you haven't heard before, just because he knows you'll love what he picks. sometimes would make fun of you and would search the web to read smut. he says it'll make you uncomfy and force you to sleep. you know the ones that are so explicit? yeah, we won't elaborate on that. don't ask me how he reads them with a straight face. "akaashi, please stop" "but this is really good" "yeah but i wouldn't be able to take you seriously" "then i'll read more passionately" "babe if you don't sTOP-"

⇨ 𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐔 is SO hyper. mans still has energy after volleyball practice and doesn't hesitate to ask you if you "wanna pillow fight?" ?? then proceeds to hit you before you even begin to talk. you gasp in shock as he hits your face so you try to hit him back, but the way he sways his pillow onto you is so strong which overpowers your will to do so. how strong is this man anyway ?? his last hit makes you fall back onto the bed, then he lays down beside you to trap you in his arms. "you tired?" "yes, 'tsumu, now let me go" "no" "you should've just asked if you wanted to cuddle so we can sleep" baby just wanted snuggies after all :')

⇨ 𝐁𝐎𝐊𝐔𝐓𝐎 asks "you can't sleep? mE TOO" then turns the TV on to watch a movie with you <3 he storms out the room before the movie starts and grabs a bowl of popcorn on the way back and you chose not to mind the ones that fell on the floor when he ran back to you. he likes cuddles and initiates to be the big spoon bc he wants you to be comfy. he'd pick a romcom so both of you would feel light-hearted before sleeping. but really, it's just an excuse for him to avoid watching horror movies with you, and you insist otherwise. "bo, why don't you want to watch a horror movie anyway?" "i'd be too scared to sleep" "but i'm here?" "i have you and me that i have to protect from ghosts ok" i can imagine him instantly standing up just when he hears a strange noise coming out of nowhere HFJSDGF A BIG BABY

⇨ 𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐀 is really excited to hear that you can't sleep because he was too hyper to do so. will ask you if you wanted to bike with him. bike ?? but he insists Miyagi's roads are safe to stroll around at night. he grabs the two bikes for you and both of you start to talk about life under the starry night <3 "what do you think of my spikes" "hinata, you ask me this literally everyday" "but you give me the best compliments!!" "fine, you're really good. but next time don't hit kageyama's head while serving" "you don't have to bring that up!!1!" all the cycling made you tired, so as you get back home, you feel drowsy and tired enough to fall asleep, and he is as well <3

⇨ 𝐊𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐘𝐀𝐌𝐀 tells you that it’s good to drink milk before sleeping. he actually does this and you notice that he’s fast asleep afterwards (when does he ever not drink milk anyways ??). whenever you tell him you can’t sleep, he makes sure that there’s a stock of milk cartons in the fridge just to make sure to never run out <3 “i can’t sleep” “how about you drink your milk” “but i'm gonna feel full” “well i’m not one who has a messed up sleep schedule, boke” he didn’t have to call you out like that 😔 but he got out of bed to pour you a glass of milk regardless <3

⇨ 𝐊𝐈𝐓𝐀 is really strict with you since he knows how sleep is important to you. he will NOT hesitate to wait for you to say that you can’t sleep. instead, he would give you lavender-scented candles and an eye mask before bedtime. he also cooks you boiled eggs since he says it helps with the melatonin, but will give you a tart cherry juice instead if you preferred not to eat <3 vERY responsible boyfriend, don't argue with me on this !! he'd also tell you to do the 4-7-8 breathing technique if you still can't sleep. "are you sure this will help?" "Obachan told me about this technique and it makes me fall asleep faster, try it" then proceeds to cuddle you whilst you do it. before you know it, you're already fast asleep !! although you'd have to ask him the next day about which helped you sleep faster <3

⇨ 𝐎𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐔 insists to cook you something. you told him you were too hungry to sleep, so he brings you to the kitchen so you can watch him cook :') he says ramen is too heavy to digest at night so he cooks you miso soup instead !! this soup contains a lot of benefits so he's more than glad to offer you something that will be good for you <3 you watch him prepare all the ingredients before putting it altogether like magic. even if you don't like miso, the way he cooks it will be a life-changer for you because this man not only cooks, he cooks with passion !! you both devour the carefully-made soup then head back to your room to prepare to sleep <3 "did you like it?" "i did, 'samu, it tasted really good" "don't make yourself hungry before bedtime next time" but really, you just can't resist his perfect food recipes <3

⇨ 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐀 shows you his stolen pics of the team (especially atsumu LOL) which makes you both laugh so hard your cheeks and stomachs hurt !! he would also tell you the backstory of each picture so you would know the context. there are several questionable scenes, one of which is kita massaging his forehead in the background while atsumu flashes his butt to the team inside the locker room. another one is a blurred selfie with the team in the background dancing to tiktok songs. "and if you look closely, you'll see a disappointed aran" "i bet this was atsumu's idea" "yeah, especially this one song where you throw it back." both of you get exhausted with the laughing and cackling so you finally fall asleep afterwards, with his arm around your waist <3

⇨ 𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐀 gives you his giant dinosaur plushie. you’d be confused at first, because he doesn’t let anyone, not even yamaguchi, touch those plushies he cherishes very dearly. he actually has to choose since he has a ton of these in different dinosaur species. you know this, because he snuggles with different ones every night. you know that meme with the girlfriend sleeping with her 500 dollar four foot tall mareep? yep, that’s the sitch 😔 heart been broke so many times. BUT tsukishima is actually sweet enough to let you hold his plushies. “tsukki,, i can’t sleep” “here, have this T-rex” “but you don’t let anyone touch your plushies” “these help me sleep and it’s you anyways, take it” 🥺🥺🥺 then he insists to put the plushie between you both so he can cuddle it as well. tsukki said sharing is caring <3

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solomonish · 3 years

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Dork Solomon Agenda

You say sexy shady sorcerer I say nerd and love of my life

Solomon is a sad lonely little man why just wants a genuine connection us that so much to ask???

No but seriously like. It's totally fine if you hc Solomon as this man-turned-lowkey-sex-god with a million succubi and more at his whim whenever he wants and would be a tough one to put the ol' ball and chain on like to each their own for sure! But that's not MY hc

(Thats not to say my hc means he doesn't ever engage in casual sex like that and wanting a genuine long term relationship at some point [or finding out thats what you want when you meet someone] are not mutually exclusive yknow)

So like Solomon isn't the type to be short with you or keep you at an arm's length (i mean...u get what I mean. Once you're close enough and all that jazz) or get annoyed by you wanting to be affectionate?? Hello??

He LOVES the little things you do (some on accident tbh). You feeling affectionate today and give him a kiss or three on his face before you leave to go to your separate classes? Adorable, he's fallen in love again. You do that thing where you like.. forget how to walk straight and just accidentally bump into him? No come back he likes being close to you :( He doesn't SAY these things but there's a light, airy laugh he has that gives him away.

If you're ever facetiming he will say "boo!" when you connect instead of just. Greeting you like a normal person.

His fuckin. His devilgram name is monSOLO. My mans is a star wars fan!!! I dont know any of The Discourse bc I'm not super into star wars myself but he has IN DEPTH opinions about the movies. Seriously rivals Levi in this aspect. Please make time for movie nights where you watch the movies together 🥺 especially if you haven't seen them before he'd love to convert you 🥺

Didn't Solomon also have a thing for TSL??? Or am I just imagining it??

I feel like his ideal date would be exploring something new, whether its this new spooky forest or "hey have we been down this alley before? Let's check it out!" but ideal date number TWO is movie night. Even if it isn't Star Wars. He likes to sit on opposite ends of the couch throwing popcorn into each other's mouths (and big candies like peanut m&ms where you both have almost choked before) and maybe a footsie war if he's feeling real devious. Then at some point you grab a blanket and snuggle up to him and you both fall asleep on the couch

Simeon yells at him when you leave because there's popcorn EVERYWHERE

LOVES when you laugh super loud. Idk man he just thinks its great when you have such unbridled joy and then he laughs too 😊 not as loud though he's more of a quiet chuckle kind of guy (most of the time).

Is friends with Asmo so is extremely great at slumber party gossip. Catch him in his pajamas, cross-legged on the floor while clutching a pillow to his chest and listening intently to you rant about the brothers.

"Come here I have a secret to tell you" (blows air in your ear) "okay okay I'm sorry but come here again" (blows air on your neck) "okay okay last time! I actually have something to tell you. Please? Its important...." (kisses ur cheek) "like u a lil bit xo"

Never the type to send "good morning beautiful" or "good night 💞" texts. Instead he'll send you something at 4 am like "the infinite cosmos will eventually swallow whole all familiarity and life as it is now presently known and despite the adaptations humans or demons or angels could make i will still have to adapt and face the world as an alien in the realm I love so dearly. Funny how the strongest of beings bow to the whim of space and time. But sometimes my eternal journey doesn't seem so daunting when I realize that with my everlasting life will be the memory of you no matter how distant and the survival of the vessel you loved...."

And then at lunch that day when the brothers pull you away he'll send you a picture of the lasagna they're serving with "this kinda looks like you? Don't worry I'd still hit it" and then two minutes later "you not the pasta"

Is the type to think randomly "oh damn I love you so much" but has an impressive filter about it. Or he thinks he does until Luke grumbles "ugh get a room thats the fifth time you've seen that since monday" ok, sometimes he has a good filter about it

He can't help it! Sometimes you just say something really smart (or something SPECTACULARLY dumb) or you do something cute like lean on him or smile a specific way or-

Sir.....you're head over heels sir :/

The type who would go to a playground at night with you and just swing on the swings talking about life

Wants to have a secret handshake with you!!

If you're ever on a road trip with just the two of you, you can get him to join in on the terrible singing but he'll be a lot quieter than you

Also will only join in if he isn't driving. If he is and you aren't talking, he's just humming underneath his breath. Will drum on the steering wheel though

Cooking

(Yes, it gets its own section because MAYBE I'm obsessed with the idea of MC teaching Solomon to cook and the food still turning out terrible but at least it isn't a void when MC is helping)

The type to flick water at you every time he washes his hands. Will chase you down just to do it.

"Hey, tilt your head back and open your mouth MC" (proceeds to dump too big a handful of shredded cheese in your mouth)

100% the type to lean over you just to hinder your cooking abilities. Who cares if the sauce splashes he's tiiiired.... you'd let belphie do it :(

Puts a hand on your lower back when he passes behind you. Hopes you'll lean into it/step back and offer him a kiss 🥺

Believes in always having a proper table setting. Prepare for whatever juice they have (or water) in wine glasses if you're having a nice-er meal

Under the assumption that a spell ruined his sense of taste (and not that he's just bad at cooking) he hates spicy food. He can feel the burn but he gets none of the flavor??? Wack. Don't hurt him like that MC. If you do because its hilarious to watch him try to be cool about it he will pout

Gets cheesy aprons. He just likes them.

Will hit you on the top of your head with a whisk to hear the noise it makes

Will buy every kitchen hack tool there is. A ketchup dispenser that looks like a gun? He's got it. A fish that helps you squeeze out the egg yolks? Yes! A dinosaur soup ladle? You bet! Pizza scissors? A tool that makes hard boiled eggs into cubes? Something that's gotta be like 200 years old and no discernable purpose? Absolutely! He wants a hot dog toaster. Do they even have hot dogs in the devildom?

Will sneak bites just because it bothers you

Overall

Look at him. He hasn't had friends in centuries. He's playful!

Look at his DEVILGRAM NAME

His funky little WAND

This is a man who is a huge nerd, thrives off of cliches and just wants to have a good time. So let him! Its mentally exhausting having those pretenses up all the time.

#solomon #obey me #solomon fluff #obey me shall we date #obey me swd #swd obey me #obey me solomon #solomon x reader #solomon hcs #mine #swd solomon #long post #??? i think it is #mobile formatting SUCKS

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k1sstaegi · 3 years

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Movie Night

Pairing: idol!Jungkook x (female) Reader

Genre: (some) fluff, smut

Word Count: 1.7k

Warning/s: profanity, fingering, overestimation, smut (obviously)

Summary: You surprise Jungkook to a movie night after a long day in the studio and he leads it to a different, more fun, night.

Authors Notes: i am struggling so much with what to post so like could you lovely sinful people send me some request on what your like to read. i’m also trying to improve my writing because to me it feels like it could be better. also, i proof read this twice, you see no errors :)

You unpause the movie as you wait for Jungkook to come home from his long day at the studio working on music with the boys for their new album. You knew how much Jungkook has been working himself and it worried you. You just didn’t want him to overwork himself like he usually does. Since their comeback date is coming close, he’s been more and more on edge and stressed with the album and the goals they have to meet. You just wanted to treat him to a night where he can relax in your arms and not have anything to stress about. You also just miss him. Since he has been working long days in the studio, you never really had the chance to see him since he comes home late most nights when you’re asleep. You just want to spend time with him and check up on how he’s doing.

“Y/n” Jungkook says pulling you from your thinkings. You flutter your eyes and examine at Jungkook leaned against the door frame with no shirt, exposing his assortment of ink-drawn tattoos all over his arm, and dark grey shorts that drew your eyes to them making Jungkook giggle. “What’s all this” Showing his bunny smile, he asks. You brightly smile as he walks over to you and gently grabs your chin and places a chaste kiss on your lips.

“Movie night” excitingly, you say. Jungkook furrows his eyebrows together but couldn’t help but smile at your cuteness. He brushes his thumb against your chin as he stares into your eyes.

“Movie night?” He raises a question

You nod and explain. “You’ve been working so hard on the album I thought it would be enjoyable for you to come home to a relaxing night with me,” you say, earning a sweet endearing smile from your boyfriend. He leans down once more leaving a longer kiss on your lips making you giggle and pull away.

“Thank you, baby,” He says softly, staring at you with delicate eyes.

You break eye contact and yank onto his arm. “Come on! Lay with me because the movie already started and I’m not going back” you say jerking Jungkook on top of you earning a giggle.

“Okay okay,” Jungkook chuckles. He shoves the covers over and gets on the bed, hovering over you. “Baby.” He mumbles. You hum in response as you toss some popcorn into your mouth and munched it. “Can I lay between your thighs?” He asks innocently. You quickly move your attention from the TV to Jungkook, who looks at you with doe eyes, making you give in. You let out a sigh and nod your head making Jungkooks lips curve into a smile. He quickly leans in and positions a kiss on your lips before positing himself to lay between your thighs. He wraps his arms around your thighs and you looked down to see his tattoos and veins which were a big turn-on for you. And he knew it. You placed a bowl of popcorn next to you and passed one to Jungkook as he glued his eyes to the movie. You placed your hand in his hair and played with it as you both were deep into the movie.

You were still concentrated on the movie until you felt something touch the inside of your thigh. You ignored it until you felt a bite. “Ah- Jungkook!” You shouted, slapping the top of Jungkooks head making him laugh. You moved his head over and saw a trail of wet dark hickies down your thigh. Jungkook turned over and wrapped his hands around your thighs deliberately pulling them farther apart. He looks at you and asks, “can I?”, wondering if you wanted to. You nod allowing Jungkook to lift your shirt over your hips, exposing the pretty lace panties you had on. Jungkook grins at the sight of them before gently pulling them down and removing them from you. Jungkook kisses down your thigh to place a soft kiss on your clit. He places his thumb over your pussy and caresses you making you tremble under him. He removes his arm from your thigh and moves in fingers in a figure-eight motion around your sensitive clit making you move your hips up and arch your back in pleasure. Jungkook looks up at you and smirks. “You’re just as needy as I am, huh?” He asserts making you roll your eyes and laugh right after making Jungkook laugh as well. “Tell me what you want” You sat up and leaned in closer to Jungkook and kissed him before pulling away. “Tell me” He entices

“Eat me”

Jungkook smirks and his eyes screamed longing and lust. “Lay back down”

You submit and lied back down allowing Jungkook to continue. He glid to of his finger between your folds to spread them and see the dampness he already caused. He moved his fingers between your folds before dragging his tongue against you making you grasp onto his hair. “Fuck koo~” you whimpered while Jungkook eats you out, overstimulating your clit.

Hearing your whiny moans turned Jungkook on more by the second. He loved knowing he could make you feel things no one else could. He began to grind himself against the bed, not being able to resist himself as he fucked you with his tongue. “Mhm~ you taste so good, baby” Jungkook manages to say before going back to tongue fucking your pussy, making you a mess under him. Pulling his hair, letting out cries and whines, arching your back. A complete mess. You felt Jungkook drag his finger down your core before slipping a finger in your hole. It felt so good you closed your eyes from the irresistible rush of pleasure. Jungkook then started to pump his long finger inside of you. He then added another finger, stretching your walls. He continued you pump his fingers as you glazed them in your juices making Jungkook go faster.

You felt a sensation in your stomach which soon reach down to your core. “koo~ I-I’m about to cum” You say between moans. Jungkook disregarded you and continued. You tried holding yourself together but Jungkook curled his fingers, hitting your g-spot. “Jungkook~”

Jungkook continued to ignore you. Your walls clenched around his fingers and he knew you couldn’t hold it in any longer. “Cum” With that, you instantly released onto Jungkooks fingers and face. He slowly pulls out his fingers and licks them while he stares you in the eyes. He hovers over you and gently grabs your jaw and pulls you into a kiss, making you taste yourself. His warm body heatedly pressed against yours, heavily breathing as his tongue grazed against your bottom lip. You parted yours allowing his tongue to slip inside as he made you taste the juices you released onto him. He pulls away and smiles at the sight of drool dripping from the corners of your mouth. “See. You taste so good”

You both chuckle and your eyes trailed down to see the boner Jungkook had. “You want me to help?” You asked.

“Only if you want to” You smile before kissing Jungkook and flipping him onto his back. He smiles as you pull away and maneuvered between his legs. He strokes the side of your face as you stared at the erection in his shorts.

damn, these shorts do him justice.

You began to palm him through the fabric of his clothing making him place his head back and let out a sigh. You smiled knowing you could make Jungkook feel like this. You pulled his shorts down allowing his bulge to spring up. You took it in your hand and slowly began to stroke it making Jungkook growl. You left a trail of wet soft kisses from the base of his cock to the tip before wrapping your lips around him and taking in his whole length slowly making him hiss. You slowly took more and more of him before his tip touch the back of your throat. You held him there before slowly removing him from your mouth with a pop sound. You looked at him innocently, stroking him as he glared at you. “Having fun?” He asks. You nod your head, keeping eye contact while kissing his tip that was oozing with precum. “You’re lucky I won’t punish” He growls.

You smile an innocent smile before taking Jungkook in again, but you continued you bob your head up and down giving him more pleasure. You took in as much as you could and massaged what you couldn’t fit, including his balls. As many times as you sucked this man off it’s like he get bigger every time. No complaints though. You continued to bob your head, swirling your tongue around his tip making a line of curse words leave Jungkooks swollen lips. You removed your lips and slowly dragged your tongue from the base to his tip. Keeping eye contact. You couldn’t help but smile. “You fucking brat,” Jungkook mumbled. You brush your thumb over his red tip before taking him in once more. Jungkook grasps onto your hair making you stimulate your movements. He pushes your head further onto him as you took him in so well. “You like that don’t you.”

You hum in response making Jungkook throw his head back from the vibrating pleasure. “Fuck~” He growls. You soon felt him twitch and pushed your head down. Jungkook gripped onto the bedsheets and let a stream of warm liquid slide down your throat. You slowly pulled Jungkook from your mouth as he breathes heavily. You straddled yourself in his lap and kissed him making him taste himself as well. You pulled away and smile at him. “You taste delicious too”

Jungkook smiles and places a warm kiss on your forehead, placing his hands on this waist. “Let’s go get cleaned up” Junglook says. You nod and got up from his lap. You watch as his naked sweaty body got up and stood at the opposite side of the bed.

“So much for movie night,” you sigh while getting up from the bed and walking over to Jungkook, resting your hands on his chest. Jungkook pulls you closer and places another kiss on your forehead making you smile.

“We can still finish movie night”

“Finish movie night, or finish the actual movies?” you ask making the both of you laugh.

“The movies,” Jungkook said

You smile and began to wander towards the bathroom until “unless...” Jungkook begins.

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ffakc · 3 years

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Pony - a Jeffrey Dean Morgan fanfiction

I’ve always wanted to write a story from JDM’s POV, especially when it comes to eating 🐱, because I imagine he’d be really good at it. I also got really lost in this when writing it and got insanely turned on, so I hope y’all feel the same way!

@negans-attagirl @happysgal @iluvneganandjamie @mrsnegan

I had grown out my beard for the newest season of The Walking Dead. Negan was going to be in prison for the next year, so I had to look the part. I also hate shaving, so this was my dream come true. I was also promoting my new movie Rampage with my buddy Dwayne. Dwayne Johnson, that is.

My gal also loved the long, grayness of it all. She had been texting me flirty things all day from the hotel room and it was absolutely driving me wild. It’s damn near impossible to do press junkets with a raging hard on.

“Reading the script, this is exactly the movie I’ve always wanted to-“ my phone pings loudly, “Aw, shit. I’m sorry, man. I meant to turn my phone on silent. Cut!” I joke and glance at the text from my Princess: I want to ride your beard like a pony, Daddy. I exhale loudly and shove my phone in my pocket.

“You good, homie?” Dwayne asks.

“Yeah, I’m fine, thanks! Just family stuff,” I reply. My pants were painfully tight in the crotch at this point. “Anyway, where were we?” I place my glasses on top of my head. “It’s just one of those classic popcorn flicks, you know?”

The interview seemed to drag on as my phone silently buzzed with filthy messages and pictures. What a dirty girl I had.

***

“What the fuck was that?” I smile at my gal. She looks adorable in my hoodie and her short shorts.

“Did I do something?” she replies, feigning innocence as she slides her legs between mine, running a finger over my lips and kissing me. My breath quavers as she moans into my mouth.

“Teasing Daddy while he’s trying to work. Bad, bad girl,” I groan as she grips my balls gently as she nibbles my neck. She reaches into her back pocket and I hear a jingling sound. A puzzled expression takes over my face, “What do you have there, Princess?”

“Since you’re going to prison for the next year,” she giggles and pulls a pair of handcuffs from behind her, “Maybe you should get used to wearing these bad boys.”

“You think you’re in charge, hm? Might I remind you who your Daddy is-“ I smirk. She grips my throat, cutting me off by making me lose my breath.

“I’m in charge tonight,” she growls. “Lay on the bed, Daddy. Flat on your back, come on,” she commands, snapping her fingers.

“Yes, Mistress,” I do as I’m told. My gal meant business. I look up at her as she walks around the bed.

“Good boy. Don’t move,” she praises. She strips her clothes, revealing a skimpy, crotchless number. I hold out my hand to pull her into a lustful kiss. “I said, ‘don’t move’. Did you not hear me?” Her stern tone sends a chill down my spine. She sucks my finger and throws my hand back on the bed. I giggle like a little kid, her dominant streak was amusing. This role reversal was going to be fun. “Is something funny, Jeffrey Dean? Take your shirt off.” I follow her orders and she grabs my arm and cuffs one hand to the headboard, then the other. She pulls my glasses off, folding them and placing them on the nightstand.

“You sound like my mother,” I smirk.

“Oh, so I’m ‘Mommy’ now?” she bites her lip, trying not to laugh and stay in character. I glance at my cuffed hands.

“What are you going to do, baby gi- I mean, Mistress?” I ask. She leans down and laps around my nipples. I suck my teeth, god that felt good.

“I’m going to make you my fuck toy tonight,” she moans in my ear. She climbs on the bed, straddling my chest. I could feel the slickness of her dripping pussy, leaving a small damp spot in my chest hair. “If it’s too much, just tap my thigh hard three times”. I felt like I was about to bust out of my jeans, but she made it clear I only existed for her pleasure. I felt more submissive than I ever have in bed with her and it was so fucking hot.

“Baby doll, I don’t think I could ever get enough of your pussy,” I moan. She inched closer to my face. My breath was hot against her inner folds, giving her chills. “I’m ready,” I murmur. She smelled utterly scrumptious. The Tommy Hilfiger perfume coupled with her salty, sweet wetness was intoxicating. She pressed my head between her deliciously thick thighs as she rocked against my mouth. I wanted so bad to squeeze her ass to bring her closer, but I wasn’t allowed.

“Jeffrey,” she whimpers my name. I’m lost in a sea of bliss. I love making her feel like the goddess she is. “Your beard feels so fucking good. Oh Daddy!” I smirk and go back to work. I circle my tongue around her clit, sucking it between my lips. She grasps my hair as my head gets squished a little tighter. I chuckle softly to myself, I know that means I’m doing my job right. I lick a stripe from her entrance to her precious jewel. “God, your gray hair drives me insane,” her hips rock faster and I try to match her movements with my mouth.

“Does it now? You love that I’m old enough to be your dad? You love with age comes,” I kiss around her drenched inner lips, “Experience. You love that I take care of you, don’t you, Princess? Daddy loves you.”

“Fuck yes, baby. Oh my god!” her thighs begin to tremble and the familiar throbbing sensation begins like a faint drumbeat from deep inside her walls. I squirm beneath her, wanting release so bad, but I’m not allowed. “Please let me cum, Jeff! Please!”

“You’re in charge, remember?”

“Jeff, I’m going to drown you in my-“

“Fucking drown me, doll. I won’t waste a single drop. God, you taste so sweet.“

“Jeffrey!” my gal screamed out as her juices soaked my beard. I lap my tongue like someone who hadn’t drank water in weeks. She shakily slides down my chest, grabbing the key from the nightstand. She unlocks the handcuffs and collapses onto my chest. I pull her into a kiss.

“Making you feel good,” I say in between kisses, “Makes me feel good. I would go wash my face, but tasting you in my mustache turns me on all over again. You sure have a yummy little treat there, sugar. I love the shit out of you.”

“I love you too,” my gal is still catching her breath.

#denny duquette #fanfic #fanfiction #greys anatomy #jeffrey dean morgan #negan #the walking dead #older man younger woman #john winchester #supernatural

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beautyiswithinchaos · 4 years

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Movie Night

*** disclaimer: all new work is here @chaos-is-beautifvl ***

a/n: i don't know what this is

summary: in which a movie night with michael escalates to getting a noise complaint

warnings: fingering, orgasm denial, cockwarming, an interesting list lol

word count: 1245

Movie nights for you and Michael were a regular occurrence. At least twice a week, you both would settle down on the black couch in your living room, snacks laid out, and a movie waiting to be watched. It was your special time together.

You sighed as you unlocked your front door, glad to leave the freezing air outside. The warmth of the house welcomed you as soon as you stepped inside.

Making your way to your room, you tore off your work clothes, tossing them in the hamper by your dresser. Clad in only a pair of black panties, you sifted through the shirts in your dresser before your fingers came in contact with Michael’s shirt.

You took it out and held it to your nose, inhaling the familiar scent. After pulling it over your head, you searched for a pair of fluffy socks to warm your cold feet.

Now in the kitchen, you put on a bag of popcorn, knowing Michael would be here any minute. You were checking the time, yawning when a pair of arms wrapped around your waist making you yelp.

A chuckle from above calmed you. You turned your head slightly to see the blonde-haired man standing over you.

“Hi, angel.” His voice brought a wave of comfort, and you allowed yourself to close your eyes, breathing in his scent. “Hi, Mikey.”

He ducked his head into the crook of your neck, “I thought I told you to stop calling me that.”

You fiddled with one of the rings on his hand, slipping it off and sliding it on your thumb, “You did, but when do I ever listen to you?”

You took on a sharp breath when Michael sank his teeth into your neck. “Don’t test me, angel.”

A simple warning. Am I going to follow it? You thought, leaning back against him. Probably not, but I’m not going to tell him that.

“I’m sorry.” Well, not really. “Do you have a movie in mind?”

“No, you can pick.” He trailed kisses down your neck, tightening his arms around your waist.

“Mmm,” you said, tilting your head to meet his eyes, “I pick every time. It’s your turn, love.”

Michael closed his eyes, “No, I told you to pick.” He walked off, and you grumbled under your breath, grabbing the bag of popcorn from the microwave.

He turned back around, eyes trained on you, “What did you just say?”

You froze before continuing to pour the popped kernels into the bowl on the counter. “Nothing.”

“So, I’m just hearing things?” You could hear his calculated steps as he advanced towards you.

“I didn’t say that. Maybe you heard wrong.” Were you digging your grave? Yes. Would Michael punish you? Most likely.

“Hmm, I’m sure I did.”

[[MORE]]

You were resting your head on Michael’s shoulder. You chose Clueless for your second movie. An interesting choice, but Michael did allow you to pick.

You were watching the party scene when Michael began rubbing circles on your thigh. You didn’t think much of it, only snuggling closer to him.

His hand slowly crept up, sliding his (your) shirt up further. “Michael?” You called, noticing what he was doing.

“Yes?” “What are you doing?” He dipped his fingers under the elastic band of your panties.

“Nothing.” He slid his fingers lower, coming in contact with the warmth of your core. You squirmed in his arms, not wanting to give in.

“I-“ you bit down on your lip when he began rubbing circles on your clit. Your body betrayed you as you parted your thighs, giving him full access.

“Such a good girl,” he cooed, slipping his middle finger inside. He slowly began pumping his finger in and out of your growing slick.

Michael quickened his pace with no warning, making you grip onto his thigh as whimpers and moans tumbling from your mouth.

You were more susceptible after a long day and being held in his arms. He knew this, and right when you were about to release, he pulled his finger out.

A whine left your mouth at the loss, and you opened your eyes, turning to see him sucking your juices off his finger. He made a show of groaning and closing his eyes.

“You taste delicious, angel.” He opened his eyes and smirked at the pout etched onto your face. “Oh, don’t pout, little one.”

“You didn’t let me cum.” This wasn’t the first time he had done this, and you knew it wasn’t the last.

“Bad girls don’t get rewards .” And with that, he turned his attention back to the TV, seemingly interested in the life of Cher Horowitz.

“I’m sorry. Please, I’ll be a good girl.” You pleaded with him, sitting up on your knees.

“Be quiet.”

And you were, but only for a little while. Eventually, you started getting antsy, body twitching with the need to come.

“Michael…” He hummed, not turning to you. “Can you touch me, please? I promise I’ll be good.”

He didn’t respond, and suddenly you got an idea. Was this idea careless and not well thought through? Absolutely yes.

You trailed your hands up your body and grasped your breasts in your hands. You brushed over your nipples with your thumbs.

A small whimper left your mouth when you pinched your nipple. Michael turned to you, a stern look on his face, “What are you doing?”

You slipped two fingers into your mouth, sucking on them. Michael watched as you slid your fingers down your body until they reached your heat.

“Don’t you dare.”

Ignoring him, you slipped your fingers inside, a moan slipping past your lips. Before you could thrust them, Michael snatched your hand away and tugged you onto his lap.

“You are such a little brat. I should punish you. Make you remember who’s in charge here.”

He shoved his pants down and grasped his cock in his hand, giving it a few quick strokes. Angling it below your entrance, he grabbed your hips and slammed you down.

Your head tilted back in a loud moan. When you went to grind against him, he held onto your hips tightly.

“Don’t move. If you shut up and stay still, I might let you come.”

You whimpered and nodded your head, knowing very well that he wouldn’t let you come, and if he did, it would be more than once.

Now and then, he would thrust his hips up, eliciting a loud moan from you. “Michael,” you whimpered as you laid your head against him.

He looked down at you, smirking at the desperate look on your face. “What’s wrong, angel? Too much?”

“Please,” you whined as tears watered in your eyes. All you wanted was for him to fuck you, preferably hard.

“Aww,” he traced your bottom lip with his thumb before dipping into your mouth. You instantly sucked on it, keeping eye contact with him. “Are you going to be a good girl, or do I have to punish you?”

“I’ll be a good girl. I promise,” You said quickly, scared he might change his mind.

He flipped you onto your hands and knees, gripping onto your hips. “Or,” he said, sliding his cock back inside, “I could always fuck the bad out of you until you’re my good little angel again.”

Needless to say, the movie was long forgotten. And when you woke up the next day, you had a noise complaint from the neighbors.

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a/n: not proud of this, but guess who's still going to post it? me 🙃

#my writing #michael langdon x reader #ahs #ahs imagines #ahs x reader #ahs apocalypse #michael langdon x y/n #michael langdon smut #michael langdon #michael langdon x you

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rosy-cheekx · 3 years

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Hypothetically

@aspecarchivesweek Day One: Wish

I wish to make you happy.

Jonathan Sims/Georgie Barker

This was it. Jon fiddles with the pale green collar of his shirt; eyes focused resolutely on the version of himself in the mirror that hung on the wardrobe in his student flat. Tonight’s the night I’m going to ask Georgie to…

He shakes his head to himself, wincing at the end of that sentence. He knows what he’s going to do tonight, what he wants to do tonight, what difference does vocalizing it make, even if it’s just to himself?

Glancing down at his watch, Jon chews his lip. He was meeting Georgie at the bar in thirty minutes. The bar was ten minutes away…He should probably leave now, right? In case he needed to find them seats or use the loo or if the walk ended up taking longer than the dozens of times he’s been there before? He doesn’t want to be late, that would just make everything worse-

Huh. He’s pacing. Jon forces himself to stop and stands in the middle of his bedroom, wrapping his hands around his sides, thumbs digging into his back, feeling his diaphragm push his ribs out and in as he breathes, focusing on the solid movement of his body. Why am I so nervous? His therapist had talked to him, years back, about identifying sources of his anxiety. He hates that it works, hates that it means confronting his own brain and acknowledging his faults.

Is it the bar? No. This bar, The Addison, is one of the few pubs Jon actually enjoys. It’s always got a bit of a draft so even in the busiest nights it never feels like the heat of the room is inescapable. Jon’s not the biggest fan of beer, per se, but he can knock back a pint with the best of them, so long as he has something in his stomach first, and the pretzels and beer cheese The Addison makes are his favorite. The thought of them make his stomach growl.

Is it Georgie? No. He has a lot of strong feelings for Georgie, feels comfortable being himself around her. He drops his stuffy academic persona and can be his regular, less-stuffy-but-still-academic self, the one who speaks to her flatmate’s cat in a higher-pitched voice but still with proper Queen’s English, because “they deserve to be treated with respect, don’t you Madame?” She cares about him, too, he knows that, and he’s enjoyed their months as friends and the past few weeks they’ve been a couple.

As a couple…He feels a twinge of anxiety in his chest that makes him flap his hands instinctively, a quick stim to ward off the impending doom building in his belly. Ah. Found it. He and Georgie have only gone on a few dates: a coffeeshop on a Saturday morning, and a movie night in Georgie’s flat, an evening which had been planned to be a movie marathon of Georgie’s favorite bad horror movies, the B and C rated films that were truly just a vehicle for half-naked women sprinting down alleyways and gratuitous fake blood effects. Any excuse for them to laugh over popcorn and predict the plot points, except Jon had fallen asleep partway through the second movie and had woken up the next morning on Georgie’s couch, a worn fleece blanket over his slumped form. But this? This was a proper night-time date, involving alcohol and a walk home and, Jon was sure, a “mind if I come in?” and it would be different because it wasn’t a friend he was talking to, it was his girlfriend and there were expectations and he was a virgin and didn’t want to disappoint her because he knows Georgie is experienced and she deserves to have a good time and it’s his responsibility as a boyfriend to do that, even if he’s terrified because he hasn’t before—

Woah. Jon takes a deep breath. That was a lot. He did a full Sims, as Georgie would say, letting things snowball in his head until he explodes. He closes his eyes, wringing his hands again, just a gentle flutter at his sides. It’ll be fine. She’ll understand. She has up to now. Georgie has understood his weird studying habits, his deep aversion to spiders, his need to be early everywhere, his sudden shutdowns and stimming habits and how he loves to be held and touched. She can certainly handle him being a nervous virgin.

Jon slips a condom in his wallet and then, hesitating, tears off two more and throws them in. In case he messes up the first time. Checking his watch, he sees its quarter to eight. If he leaves now he’ll only be five minutes early. Perfect.

The Addison is a healthy dose of busy on a Thursday night in late autumn, the hum of conversation and music floating over Jon is just the right amount of chaos for him to reach equilibrium, feeling enthused by his nervous energy. He’s sitting at the bartop, spinning the cap to his beer bottle, watching it whirl, whirl, whirl, clattering on the stained wood and spinning all the while. It’s entrancing.

Georgie is speaking to him now. She smiles warmly at him and feels his stomach flip. God, she’s gorgeous when she smiles. Her hair’s in braids this month, pink and orange weaved tightly together, contrasting with the tight black turtleneck dress she wears. He catches himself staring at her profile, the planes of her face animated as she tells him a story about her professor and his alleged vow to fail her this semester. His face is warm. See, he soothes himself, you are attracted to her. You’re just nervous.

“Jon. Jon?” Georgie’s eyebrow is quirked up and she’s smirking at him, like she’s caught him in a lie. “Everything alright? You’re staring.” Jon feels another rush of blood to his cheeks, prickling at how exposed he feels to have been caught up in his thoughts about her.

“Oh-uh, yeah,” he nods, hesitating before reforming his own features into a smile. “I-I was just thinking. Well. How nice you look tonight.” Georgie isn’t immune to compliments, he knows this for certain, and its reaffirmed as she ducks her own head briefly, smile shifting from teasing to soft.

“O-Oh. Thank you, Jon.” She sips her drink, preferring something a little harder than Jon’s beer, usually a vodka cranberry she can nurse throughout a night or throw back when she needs a little something more in her bloodstream, fogging her mind. “You look really nice too, you know. Your green shirt is my favorite.” She gestures to the button up and he nods absently, glancing down at it. When he looks up, her face is close to his, hand weaving into the curls by his ear. He sighs and leans into the touch, feeling a shiver run through him when they kiss. He tastes the cranberry on her lips, vodka on her tongue, her liquid courage enthusing him as well as her (not that she needs any excuse to be bold, really), and makes a choice.

When they pull away for air, he grins wildly at her, the face he makes when he knows he’s about to a very Not-Sims thing. When the bartender makes his rounds again, a pale man in a black button-down, Jon orders his own ruby-red drink. Georgie’s eyebrows meet her hairline as he does so, folding her hands together. “Who are you and what have you done with Jonathan Sims?” The chuckle behind her voice balances the sternness of her words. He just grins at her and takes a sip of his newly-acquired vodka and cranberry juice, the dry flavors curling on his tongue and making his head feel light and warm after even half the glass.

Jon is drunk. It doesn’t take a genius to see that. He knows he’s a lightweight and even the divine soft pretzels he’s been munching on since his arrival can only handle so much. He’s finished his second hard drink on top of the beer and is feeling properly light and airy. Like a cake, he giggles to himself. He’s having fun, chatting with Georgie about life and cats and uni and their plans for the future. Jon’s entertaining a couple of options, a few research jobs in London, and Georgie is poking his side, making him laugh as she teases him about his studying skills being useful for something more than exams.

“At least I have studying skills!” He says, pushing her off his side, linking their fingers together to inhibit her from poking him again. “You can’t ride my coattails forever, you know.”

“I won’t have to! It came in today.”

“What did?” His thoughts are clouded, edges of anxiety smoothed over into something more ignorable.

“My microphone! So I can start my podcast about spooky shit, remember?” Georgie squeezes his hand and finishes her own drink, far along as Jon in liquid consumed but not nearly as affected as he is. “I’m going to uncover the world’s mysteries and teach my faithful audience about the supernatural. I’ve got the title nailed down, too.” With her free hand she paints a banner in the air. “What the Ghost. ‘Cause it’s like ‘what the fuck’ and I can talk about all sorts of weird shit.” Georgie swears a lot, and more when she’s tipsy.

“Can I see it?” The words are out of his mouth before he can think them through. “The-the microphone, can I see it?”

Her eyes widen and she nods, “Oh, yeah of course! I haven’t been able to test it out yet, so maybe you can help me.”

Jon insists on paying. So does Georgie. They resign to splitting it, each vowing to pay next time and knowing they will never outsmart each other.

Jon doesn’t realize how drunk he is until he’s walking the five minutes to Georgie’s flat. Tucked into her side, the air is cool around his face, the wind an icy hand cupping his cheek. Everything feels smeary, liquid, warm. Hands in the pocket of the peacoat he knows he bought for the aesthetic and not to keep him warm, he fingers his wallet, feels the circular outline inside, and feels…nothing. Good. He can do this.

He’s always loved Georgie’s flat. It is warm, all orange and yellow lamplight, houseplants, and a cosy cluttered look. Her roommate exists only in residuals, the sneakers she leaves by the door and the dishes she does at odd hours more proof she exists than anything like conversation. Jon respects that. Georgie’s room is a lot like the rest of the flat, which means it’s a lot like Georgie herself. Warm, dark, soft, and scattered, with hidden elements of cat hair no matter how many times she cleans. Jon throws his coat over his desk chair and collapses onto her bed, reveling in how her pillows feel under his back. He takes a moment to greet the weird smile-faced stain on her ceiling before sitting up, watching Georgie fold herself next to him and open a carboard box, taking out a chunky black microphone with a USB cable. She brandishes it like a sword, before angling it to her face.

“This is BBC 4 with breaking news,” she intones into the microphone, putting on a crisp RP accent and lowering her voice an octave. “Ghosts and ghouls have been discovered at King’s College, Oxford, residing as university professors. News anchor Jonathan Sims has the story. Sims?”

Jon presses back his giggles and leans into the character, accent already pretty close to the posh voice she puts on. “There’s been an error, actually. They’ve been the students all along. Journalism student Porgie Parker has been found out to have been a ghost. These discoveries were made after her boyfriend, English Literature student…Bonathan Bims, realized she had never picked up a textbook because she couldn’t! Her hands went right through them!” By the time he’s gotten to the word textbook, Georgie has pounced on him, microphone forgotten as she wrestles him to the bed, alternating between poking and tickling him until he lets the bit trail off, voice a mix of giggles and pleas for her to stop.

When she lets off, Jon abruptly realizes the intimacy of their position. She’s straddling him, her hands pinning his wrists to the plush pillow behind his head. They’re both breathing hard, cheeks flushed, and smiling.

Jon isn’t sure who started the kiss, but it doesn’t really matter. His arms are wrapped around Georgie’s neck and her hands are cupping his face, cool to the touch, nails lightly scratching his jawline. The bed is soft and Georgie is warm, pressing in from all sides, and it feels good. This he likes.

She kisses along his jawline and he feels heart rate pickup, flexing his hands (when did he curl them into fists?) as she presses against his neck. He wishes vaguely she’d put her hands back in his hair, he likes that soft feeling of pressure on his scalp. The smile on the ceiling is smirking at him now, the curve of the water stain looking more vicious than it had earlier.

Her hands are on his chest, she’s unbuttoning his shirt. Her hands feel too cold now, the shiver running through him one of anxiety, not desire, and Jon is sitting up before he knows what he’s doing. Fuck. Georgie, the saint, backs off him and kneels beside him on the bed. Jon’s hands flit to the undone buttons, fingertips circling them, suddenly unsure what to do.

“Are you okay, Jon?” Georgie’s voice is softer, eyes searching his face as she wedges her hands underneath her knees. He watches her wrists, the swing of her braids as she cocks her head, anything to avoid her eyes.

“I-” he gestures to her vaguely. “Y-You know I haven’t before, right?”

“Oh. Oh.” Georgie nods, understanding maybe a little better than he expected. “No offense, but I kinda figured, Jon. Not in a bad way!” She backpedals. “I just figured, you know, there’s no rush.”

“I mean, there’s a little of a rush,” he admonishes under his breath. At her hum of confusion: “You know, the whole-” he gestures again, as if he could pluck the word from the air. “-third date…thing.”

“Jon,” Georgie sighs his name, voice soft and so patient, a voice he doesn’t think he’s heard used anywhere else. “There’s no rule saying what we have to do when. Or how. Or ever, for that matter. It’s no one’s business what we do except ours.” She reaches out a hand, waiting for a slight nod, before taking his thin hands in her own. “Is that why you drank more than usual today?”

Jon nods, feeling a sag of relief spread throughout his body. “I just- I want to make you happy.”

“You do make me happy, you twit. That’s why we’re friends and it’s why I’m dating you.” She presses a kiss to his knuckles. “Contrary to popular belief, I don’t need sex to be happy. Is it fun? Yes. But not necessary.”

Jon frowns, chewing on his lip and eyeing the window of her bedroom, tracing the rectangle with his eyes over and over again. “I-hmm.” Georgie watches him search for words; she knows how he ticks well enough to know they’re coming if she waits. “What if, hypothetically, I never had sex with you? Ever.”

“Well,” she gave his hands a light squeeze. “Hypothetically, I’d be totally okay with it, though I’d ask if you were asexual and make sure we had appropriate boundaries.”

“Huh?” The word draws him back to her face, the deep brown eyes that search his own. “Asexual. Like, no sex?” She nods, again, ever-patient. “Huh. Asexual.” He drops the pretense. “Maybe.”

Asexual. The word felt good as he rolled it around in his mouth. He traced the letters with his fingertips in cursive against his thigh as Georgie let go of him, rolling off her bed to pull on sweatpants and a t shirt instead of the dress she was wearing

“Let’s look into it, if you want. Together.” Georgie grins at him now, rye and warm. “I will have to ask you if want hypothetical crisps, because I’m hypothetically fucking starving.”

#aspec archive week #jonathan sims #Georgie barker #cw alcohol #cw internalized acephobia #/confusion #just some good confusing feelings #based on my own experiences? said who?#also! important note: Jon's stims are reflective of my own habits #just sayin #asexuality #ace #ace flavor: who knows? not even Jon

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everyhowlmarksthedead · 4 years

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❛ NOT THIS TIME ❜

with Gilberto ‘Gilly’ Lopez.

Here it is the dirty idea you voted for our big guy 💖

Warnings: nsfw, smut.

Word count: about 2k (lmao not sorry).

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That tight pair of black shorts fitting perfectly your legs and pushing up your ass are driving him insane. And the crop top adjusted to your chest, showing up your abdomen doesn't help either. You aren't in the mood for a Mayan's party. It's supposed that you should be cuddling with your boyfriend on your sofa, watching a movie, drinking beer and eating popcorn. But the club had other plans in mind. And of course he could say no to them and stay with you. So there you are, walking around the main crew to reach the bar. Squatting to a box of empty bottles to leave yours there, you know that Gilly has his eyes glued on your buttocks, drawing a heart shape over your heels. While you're playing with fire, he's already burning among the flames. Standing up on your sneakers, your ass bounces slightly and his orbs follow the move enraptured by it. Swallowing the bitter drink, he cleans his lips with the back of his hand, abandoning his beer somewhere over the table to get up from his chair.

You would be lying if you say that you weren't expecting him, when you feel his fingertips roaming your forearms in an ephemeral caress up to your shoulders. Then, his calloused palms fall down slowly by your sides to surround your waist with his strong arms. Taking a last step forward, the bulge under his rough jeans, covered by the black shirt he's wearing, creates some friction against your butt. Your boyfriend doesn't give a shit if someone is looking at the two of you, slightly rubbing his hard dick forcibly to your body.

“Baby, I am so sorry”. He whispers into your ear, with his warm breathing provoking you some shivers.

You can feel the desperation in his tone of voice, sobbing against your skin when you intertwine your fingers with his. Believing that you are going to give him some chance, you just push him away from you, turning around to face him. You're pissed off. You asked the hospital for that free night, because he was off too. And this is not how you wanted to be. He can see the deception on your face, crossing both arms over your chest. But let's be sincere, you're just being tough.

“I prom—”.

“Don't”. You mumble raising up your forefinger to shut him up. “Don't you dare to make another promise you ain't going to keep, Gilly”.

“Baby, that's not fair… I should be here”. He's trying hard, walking somewhat closer.

“You should be with me”. Placing a hand on his middle chest, you stop him.

“And I a—fuck, mami! Don't punch me…”

“You fucking pendejo…”

“Let me make this up to you, c'mon”. He leans forward, catching again your body under his arms.

Sometimes you hate you're so weak for him, for his smell, for his voice. He wields a power on you that no one else could. And when you're about to fall for him again, you watch over his shoulder his brothers saying you with gestures to fuck him off. The encouragement you were needing.

“No, thanks”. You utter pushing him away, causing the laughs of the other men.

“Seriously? You have to be fucking kidding me!” Gilly turns at them, raising both arms with indignation. “I didn't even want to come to see your fucking shit-faces! That's not fucking fair, (Y/N)”.

He faces you again, pouting like a bitten dog.

“Mami, I'm fucking losing my mind”. He grunts in your ear, holding you tightly. So tightly that you can't move a single inch from your body. “These shorts are… so short. So, so short, mi amor… And, fuck, I can see your nipples getting harder under this top. I wanna put them in my mouth. Suck them. Bite them. Lick them. Taste them”.

“You don't deserve it”.

“I know… I fucking know… But you do. You deserve the pleasure only I can give you”. He bows down his head to your neck, letting his incisors mark his territory with a superficial bruise on it. Somehow, his hands have ended up on your ass, squeezing it and forcing you to lean on your tiptoes. “I will do anything you ask me to… You deserve it, (Y/N), because I'm the worst boyfriend of all”.

He is not, quite the opposite. But you like the way he's having to slightly degrade himself for not keeping his promises.

“Tell me what you want me to do”. Gilly whispers hoarsely, making you walk backwards to the hallway straight to the dorms.

“I want you to stop”. You grouse.

And he does. But not in the way you were asking him to. Your back finds the wall, and one of his knees finds your center. Scrubbing his leg against you, your boyfriend rolls up your shirt over your breasts. His fingers squeeze them together, so his mouth can welcome both nipples among his lips. As he said; he sucks them, he bites them, he licks them. He tastes your tits, tearing you some delicate and delicious moans. A sweet melody for his ears. Your boyfriend hums against your skin, making it vibrate, before sticking out his tongue to roam the gap between your breasts up to your collarbone over the black fabric, until finding your lips. His huge hands knead your skin tightly, devouring your mouth so desperate. And the last thing you can think on it's that you two could be caught for another Mayan.

“I bet your sweet pussy is so fucking wet right now… Isn't she?”

You gulp in silence, licking your lips and licking them too by the movement.

“Let me compensate you…” He mutters, rubbing his cheek against yours with gentle caresses. “Please…”

Gilly is still pressing his knee against your core, creating the kind of friction that turns you on. His lips attack again your breasts and your hard nipples, stealing you a lovely moan that accelerates his heart. But his task gets frustrated when you hear some voices coming closer, dressing up well and adopting a normal posture against the wall. Your boyfriend holds your hand to guide you to his shared dorm with Angel, coming in and locking the door.

“You know what are you going to do, Gilberto?” You ask with a honeyed voice, taking off your top over your head, to toss it to the floor.

“What?”

You can see him licking his top lip, walking dangerously towards you when you start to undone your shorts, falling down by your legs. Heel against heel you leave away your sneakers and the socks, walking backwards to his bed under the gloom of the room.

“You're just gonna watch”. You sentence, looking how his expression changes completely.

“Please, don't”. That beg makes you chuckle, as you get comfy on his mattress, sliding your wet panties down through your thighs to grab it with a hand raised. The piece of clothing falls from your fingers to the carpet. “Please, mi vida”.

“You watch, or you leave me alone”.

“Fuck…” Gilly complains, taking off his kutte to place it over Angel's bed.

Palming a side of his, your boyfriend lies down next to you, putting an arm under your neck to hold you. Finding his lips to kiss them, your right hand travels the skin of your stomach to your center. You can feel the heat that emanates from your wetness, digging two fingers into your pussy. Gilly drinks you gasp with eyes closed, slipping your hand in and out with a low pace.

“Tell me how it feels, baby…” He pleads you, leaving soft kisses all around your face.

“So good… Exactly as you love”.

“Yeah?” Mumbling, his right hand caresses your neck, trying to contain himself from replacing your fingers for his. He's having so much trouble with it.

“Yeah”. You reply, speeding up the pace, while your free hand gives to your throbbing clit the attention it deserves.

“Fuck, you're killing me…” He sobs onto your ear, sucking your weak spot under it.

You have to recognize that his hands feel better on you than yours, but that's the punishment he has earned by choosing the party over a night with you. Gilly's lips bite yours, tucking his tongue among them to softly caress the tip of yours. Little by little, the heat starts to flood your anatomy, stirring under his grips. He takes the risk of touring your skin with his mouth, giving you some tickles because of his rough beard, until reaching one of your nipples to attend the other with his free hand. You're about to fall into the edge, passing away to the orgasm, when you think he has been good enough this time.

Pulling out your fingers, you take them to his mouth. Gilly grunts pleased licking them. Your boyfriend grabs your wrist, sucking them with impetus, and his eyes glued on yours as you place a shaky leg over his.

“You taste fucking good…” He sighs cleaning up your juices and enjoying his favorite flavor.

“You like it?” You whisper, run out of air, stroking his strong chest with your free hand. He just nods. “You wanna make me com'?”

“Fuck, yes, baby… please, please”.

Gilly doesn't hesitate in begging you. He knows how much you like to tease him, as he does. And he looks really excited crawling down the bed to settle his torso between your legs, clinging his hands on your thighs as your legs get placed over his shoulders. His tongue licks your cunt completely, slowly, without any rush. Your fingertips travel the back of his head, slightly arching your back, while he starts to devour your beating pussy. Your moans soon flood the whole room, knowing that you couldn't have this much pleasure only with your fingers. Not even with another man. No one works your body as Gilly does. You know it. He knows it. The whole fucking crew knows it. And you can't help but feel like the luckiest girl in the world.

“Make me cum, my big boy… Only like you can do”. You whimper desperately, closing your eyes at the exact moment that he slams two fingers into your cunt.

His pace is rough, deep, fast. His lips are sucking your swollen clit as if there was no tomorrow. As if it was the last time he has the opportunity to give you pleasure. And shit. You reach the orgasm screaming out his name. You're sure that his brothers have listened to you. But you don't care at all. His mouth is clinged to your folds and he doesn't mind if your body can't handle him anymore. He continues worshiping you with his tongue drinking your sweet juices and his fingers curled inside you, pounding you. Once and again.

“Fuck…” You cry out, almost with tears in your eyes.

Rocking unconsciously your hips against his face, your thighs get rubbed by his beard, giving you dangerous shivers.

“Baby… Baby, fuck… I don't… wanna cum again”.

He suddenly stops confused, crawling over your body looking for your lips.

“Why?” He can't help but pout at you, surrounding your waist with his arms.

“Cause I want you to fuck me at home”. You brush his lips with yours, sensually, licking them. “I want you to pull my hair from behind, fucking me deep, all in four, spanking my ass…”

“That sounds good, mi niña”.

“You want it?”

He nods while pecking your lips, trying to hold on his desire for you to explode inside the intimacy of your house.

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐞

𝒎𝒆𝒍𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒂𝒏 𝒊𝒄𝒆𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒆

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 || ari punishes you for being a brat during your date out at the summer carnival

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 || pure filth, smut with some fluff

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 || modern AU agent!ari levinson × [black//woc]!reader + crossover!ransom drysdale

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 || 4K ⟶ 𝐝𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭 || @firefly-graphics

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 || 18+ nsfw daddy!kink, age gape: reader is twenty one and ari is thirty five (don’t like, don’t read), heavy language, dirty talk, punishment: overstimulation, eating out, blowjob + spanking mention, movie crossover! + you might get a cavity just from reading this

𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬 || melting by kali uchis ♡ angel by kali uchis ♡ honey baby (SPOILED!) by kali uchis

𝐰. 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 || this was initially for @jtargaryen18’s writing challenge #30DaysofChris but i took a long break in the middle of writing it, sorry for the long wait lovely! ♡ this took less time to edit and write than i thought and believed but i hope you guys enjoy it just as much! ♡ reminder : italic means flashback, bold italics means thoughts/exaggerated dialogue, and non-italic/bold means present!

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BABY THIS IS A WONDERLAND

when your tongue licks the bittersweet honey glaze of my pussy lips, where my sinfully divine bubblegum dreams collapse with your good boy deeds but you just keep licking my core desperate. ‘cause baby the milk that leaks from the honey hive in between my thighs is like a strawberry cone to you- and your going to lick me up before I melt under your hot gaze.

"Ari," your meek whimper spills but he keeps licking.

as if he's trying to break the dam that'll give him the strawberry milk that will quench his undying thirst. you’re stuck in this pleasurable killing punishment, if only you knew to stop when you were told to. listen to the voice in your head to stop acting like rotten spoiled brat and you’d have the pleasure to grind your honey slicked cunt against his bearded face.

if only you listened...

"behave," Ari growled into your ear.

the single command is enough for you to roll your eyes and stick your tongue out up at him and so you do. of course Ari is used to seeing this brat but he was sure that with a glare or two you’d clean your act up but you’re still continuing your rotten attitude.

no, you don't want to fucking behave.

subtly walking away from him to the cotton candy vendor, the sound of the man pouring the sugar into the spiraling machine is music to your ears. a glare marks your sharp roseate lined eyes and a pout pulls at your glossed lips, all focused away from Ari but he still sees your rage.

it really wasn’t fair how he expected himself to go on this carnival date with you but not do the one thing that made you want to go. all that adding on that he expects you to behave and not be upset, it wasn’t for and you weren’t planning on calming down.

not even a little tiny bit, cause you want to go into the tunnel of love with him. all the small promises and little compromises made throughout the day as you and him walked and played the colorful tent games did he promise you that you and him would ride.

Ari knew how much this meant to you, you always wanted a special someone to sit besides the romantic boat ride with ever since you were a small girl.

it was his fault that he fell in love with a hopeless romantic, someone yearning to allow themselves be enveloped within the arms of their lover. feel their warmth as the red violet lights start to dim, kiss your lovers lips when you two meet the darkness. giggle when he confesses his sweet darling thoughts of you, you were a romantic for gods sake.

you wanted it so bad, yet every time you seem to mention it Ari deflects the topic with something else. another question or comment or confront your claim in the most abrupt yet sweet way possible.

“not now sweetheart, later maybe-”

“babydoll, do we really have to go in there?”

“it’s to much of a risk for daddy, honey bear!”

he would sweeten those claims up with kisses that would butter your mouth like the popcorn he hand fed you. it was tiring Ari out with your demands to ride The Tunnel of Love but now as he stand there witnessing his precious apple dumpling turn into a rather rotten and bratty apple he may fully turn down the conversation.

on top of that your pink and white gingham sundress displays a bit too much cleavage and leg for Ari’s liking. well he doesn’t like the dress, he loves it but he wouldn’t want you going out displaying it for everyone to see besides him. the nymphet styled cloth you walk so confidently may or may not have half the boys and men eyeing you everywhere you go.

this scene, the boys and grown men undressing you with their list filled hues and eye fucking you with every step your platforms take does make Ari want to snap at them. wonder if their mothers taught them better than to gawk, glare at the silly pubescent boys until they run away shitless. maybe intervene with the lustful stares of the men with a double fist threat.

it doesn’t ease the fire behind his eyes and the clenched fist he has when he’s noticing your smirk- the pounce in your stride that you seem to enjoy the attention.

the very way you bend down near the mirrors of a souvenir cart to re-apply the amber peach lipgloss to your lips is almost intentionally teasing for both Ari and anyone else watching. the way you glance at him through it, lashes batting and your glimmer hint hues screaming fuck me

he now knows this is all part of your game of acting up, you think you can get what you want from disrespecting his order and authority. it was so cute to him how you thought you could get away with your spoiled behavior.

sooner then later Ari is going to bend you over and teach you a lesson on teasing him in public.

the taste of strawberry cotton candy and buttery popcorn is still fresh and lingering in your mouth but you want to taste your juices on his candy red tongue.

"Ari," you carp, his tongue just keeps lapping up at your labia. unbothered and unfazed as hair spills over his forehead, he doesn’t care for he smiles when your plush thighs cage his face.

the continuous strokes of his talented tongue make your pussy flutter and spine shiver. wishing he’d push a fingers or two, god those thick fingers could undo any orgasm from you in matter of seconds. the thought makes a little drool seep from the corners to your mouth and you hug the large blue raspberry bunny Ari won for you closer to your chest. smelling the fruity scent as you whimpered when he bit at your cunt and kissed it better.

you’ve kept the fluffy berry scented stuffie close when Ari striked your ass cheeks earlier wit the same hands that keep your thighs gaped now. allowed you to have that dear comfort as he took on punishing you with his rough spanks.

the burning hand prints are probably visible now just as the wet tears around your eyes. the same streams that stained your peachy cheeks have dried but it wasn’t just your teasing that brought you up in your well deserved punishment.

no, you were in much deeper trouble than for that…

after your little tease show Ari figured to let you have your way, for now. it was always best for him to let you have your way since you were generally upset about not riding on the Tunnel of Love.

now, the golden rays of the sun setting radiated your glowing figure, hand with Ari’s the other holds your frosty pink cotton candy as you take the last bites of it. glancing up at Ari, you see the almost finished chocolate sprinkle swirled ice cream cone in his hand being treated with long slow licks.

attention going from the melting cone to his tongue you can’t help but want it.

want his hot tongue on you, in you.

you want it so so bad that you’re caught off guard when he smirks, not looking at you at all but feeling your stare. he feels your needy wants, knows the devious perverted thoughts going on in your pretty head and its all a dead giveaway when you hold his hand tighter before turning your head away from him.

your sudden shyness makes him let out a laugh. finishing the small cone within a few licks and bites. damn you are a contradiction of innocence and dirtiness that only helps his blood pound in devotion and cock harden in desire.

“what did we say about manners princess? it’s rude to stare at people while they’re eating,” Ari’s deep hushed words rattle your thoughts.

“I know daddy, I-” your words almost stumble when you feel the cool chocolate breaths wave upon your ear and his muscled arm wraps around your waist pulling you closer to him.

“is my princess getting needy? politely tell daddy what you want and maybe he’ll give it to you,” Ari whispers with a soft yet quick peck behind your ear, it’s almost enough for you to whine for more.

Ari knows you just can’t have that, it doesn’t even fill in a teaspoon of the battered lust that needs to be soothed. you really weren’t good at telling him what you wanted, sure physical and replaceable things weren’t an issue, clothes, purses, shoes, books. lets make it clear, if you see it, like it and want it- Ari bought it without hesitation.

however in situations like these, it wasn’t as if it was easy or hard to tell him what you want or what you want him to do to you. you just want him to just touch you, to feel his delicious large and warm hands- his gifted mouth on you already without being asked so many teasing questions.

“I want your tongue, daddy,” your words almost stumble out.

eyes to his now, they flutter innocently at him, biting your bottom lip you look down to notice the small tent at his pants and you smirk. given that rather rude action Ari’s hand that’s on your side goes down to grope the curve of your ass, giving it an equally gentle yet painful squeeze.

“you want daddy’s tongue princess? first tell daddy where you want it-” his sentence was interrupted by the loud vibration of his phone.

buzzing in his pocket you scoff at him when he takes it out to look at the pixel name displayed on the small screen. rolling your eyes when he doesn’t put it away you cross your arms, and let out a huff glaring up at him.

"daddy! mhmm!- daddy no more!" his eyes snap to yours, the sight of you makes him lick his lips.

shiny hair sprawled in all directions, face clouded with lust, the neckline to your pretty dress folded down to reveal your plump tits covered in his love bites. he’s trying his hardest not to give in to the throbbing temptation and smash his mouth against yours, take handfuls of your tits and fuck you till you can only say his name.

but he has much more control than that, he isn’t a needy baby like you. drooling at a few licks to your messy cunt and tits, god Ari knew he was lucky to have landed such a woman like you and you were his to bring as many orgasms as possible.

even if you didn’t want them, you were his little baby and his baby had rules to follow. breaking those rules resulted in punishments and as much as it hurt him to see you cry and whimper it was getting his cock hard to.

“now princess you wanted daddy’s tongue, and now you have it. that’s what you wanted so that’s what you’re going to get.” he muses as you licks your sensitive over-stimulated folds.

“but daddy you gave me four cummies already!-” you fumble into somewhat of a sob but the cry stops once Ari pinches the meat of your inner thighs making you whine at the sudden pain. “ouchy!” you snap, hating these painful thigh pinches but adoring the slow pussy licks.

“i’m teaching you a lesson princess, you’ve been such a fucking brat today so i’m going to treat you like a fucking brat.”

“but daddy!-”

“but what, princess? Daddy told you to stop but you never listen, you’re such a bad listener.” the tinge of disappointment is heartbreaking. tears swimming in your eyes knowing you have let your daddy down and you only wish at that moment -no matter how overstimulated your pussy- you’d go back in time an hour ago to prevent yourself from acting up.

“i’m sorry daddy-” the little broken sob that slips between your trembling lips makes Ari question himself if he’s punishing you too harshly but he thinks otherwise.

so he just tuts you as if he is scolding a child and your eyes swell up with more tears and you feel your bottom lip trembling in hurt.

“Daddy doesn’t want to hear an apology, daddy wants you to stay still so he’ll bring two more cummies out of you,”

hot tears fall as your throbbing pussy is fluttering with pain and pleasure, honey euphoria taking over you moan as your thighs shake and you release on his rubbing fingers. chest slightly heaving, you sniff as you feel your tears drying on your cheeks and watch Ari bring your creamy essence to his lips.

“princess look at the mess you made on daddy's hand. let daddy clean it up for you,”

after that rude phone call you were said to be meeting up with a friend of Ari's, well wouldn't want to say ‘friends’ more on the lines of acquaintances.

"I thought today was just us, he's your friend so why are dragging me into this." you mutter, yet when you feel his soft gaze on your eyes ease on your anger.

"be nice for daddy, okay princess?" he murmurs into your ear, snuggling into your neck. your chest lifts as you try to take in a deep breath and all the offensive rude snappy remarks on the tip of your tongue soften.

you hate the effect Ari has on you, your superior diva persona of sharp wit and pettiness strips away at his sweet and considering remarks. you’re his little spontaneous firecracker but when he cups your chin you turn into a kaleidoscope of butterflies. his feisty tiger cub that always calms down with his calming words and even soothing touch.

“fine,” you say and he smiles down at your stuff pout, it’s the best you’re going to give him and for that he pulls you closer to his side in gratitude.

walking side by side through the crowds, Ari adjusts the cap of the baseball hat down his forehead and you tuck in a piece of his hair behind his ear. making a rose heated blush appear on his cheeks which only brings out a wide smile and giggle from you.

“so, where is he? where are we meeting your ‘friend’?” your comment is sharp yet still soft enough to not avert the vex towards Ari.

“he said to meet us at the circus tent, before the clown stunts,”

“you thinking i’m going to meet him is a clown stunt-” you couldn’t help but let it slip out, you were still mad and you can’t help not to express it.

“princess what did we agree to-” Ari heavily sighs, a simple sign your running his patience but you roll your eyes.

“I know what we agreed to but I know nothing about your so called ‘friend’,”

how the hell did Ari expect you to be nice and peachy with a complete stranger when he warns you of them on a constant basis?

“we aren’t friends, we just have business to deal with,”

“yeah and what a professional scene to deal business then in a tent with lions, tigers and bears-” and suddenly a sharp slap hits your bottom and your to stunned to even register it.

oh my, oh my you’re in for a surprise and you sense it when the powder blue egg color of Aris mystic eyes shades darker. that again is a warning, for you to drop the attitude and suck up to this little silly social gathering but the pulling voices of your angry thoughts echoing fuck no are getting the best of you.

you always had your way, always and forever.

you two were surrounded by people and you even thought yourself no matter how pissed he was he wasn’t going to spank you. not pull you over his lap for children and parents to see but looking around you notice the sound of rides, people chattering, and laughing and playful screaming is to loud. everyone minding there own business to even notice his hand gliding up to wrap his fingers around your neck.

“don’t make me loose my patience. you are going to greet him politely, sit with him and-”

“god Ari do you want me to fuck him to?” you grumble and with that Ari grabs your jaw, directing your stare to his.

the grip on your wrist slightly tightened, his soft lips are to the shell of your ear and from afar it may seem like Ari is whispering something kind and dear from the way he’s smiling but you feel the snide in his harshly hushed words.

“is it that hard for you to be nice for my sake for ten decent minutes? I won’t fucking hesitate to pull you over my knee and spank you for the clowns and acrobats to see. I promise princess, if you even step a toe out of line you’re going to pray you haven’t. do you understand me?”

your glare is your only response until you mutter a small I understand daddy through your teeth barely loud for him to hear.

“speak up princess. I said, do you understand me?” Ari says, his words softer now and the grip on your jaw and wrist soften.

pressing a gentle kiss to your cheek he averts her face to meet him. “I promise you’re not going to regret meeting him. i’ve pulled a few strings to get him here but it’s all for you to enjoy,” he says and you quirk a brow at him, a smile finally pulling at your lips easing Ari.

“and who is that?” you say but Ari shakes his head with a small smirk, “I know you’ve been telling me how close you are to publishing your book and I thought why not I bring the finish line to you,” he says, you are still confused.

Ari was right, you are so close to making a publishing deal but you haven’t received any word in months. you yourself are getting anxious but the way you left the establishment shaking hands with the famous Harlan Thrombey himself. how he emphasized being invested in your work tore all those worries and fears away.

although, you were suppose to receive a call months ago, yet deadlines and interruptions of some sort keep on pushing your meeting with Harlan week after week. after that a contract was supposed to be sealed and editor negotiations completed and done for. not three months later you’ve received nothing and here you are wondering if Mr. Thrombey is having second thoughts on your work.

what is Ari planning for you with his friend?

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sweat glistening your hairline, your soft whimpers fill the fairy light tent, only causing Ari to grip your inner thighs tighter. all this while his hot cherry tongue slides in and out your slick hole, you throw your head back. this pleasure feels like a fantasy and you’ve been reminiscing it to this point.

trying to move your glossy locks of hair away from your eyes, you hate the way he snapped at you earlier how you weren't allowed to touch him. not touch his soft toffee hair, his thickly bearded cheeks and muscled forearms- not even the comfort of his hand.

cause you’re in trouble and you aren’t allowed to touch him or yourself now or later until he says so. you’re the bad girl and the bad girl doesn’t get what she wants, no matter how much she pouts and cries.

"daddy!" and his eyes snap to yours, the pretty innocent blue now replaced by yearning.

knowing better to call his private title in public but the empty red, blue, and yellow striped carnival tent is the only event to do something like this. the soft music of the carousel in the background fuzzy, one of his hands creep up your bodice.

pulling down the tight neckline of your dress, he grips the soft mound tit in his hand and you erotically whimper as he roughly pinches the hard nipple. your pale pink and white gingham dress crowded your upper hips yet still lengthy enough that it covers Ari’s head. large warm palms caress your frosty cotton thigh highs as long slow licks smooth the folds of your fluttering pussy, aching to be satisfied by the pulse of his dick.

slow circular strokes of his thumb rub along the small slippery nub and your thighs twitch in blissful thrill over each of his shoulders. your feet in pink strap heels bounce and flinch every time Ari shoves his tongue in your hole. pouring out moans from you as you imagine his lips polished and shiny with your sweet pussy milk.

you want to see him, you want to see him eat you up you’re desperate to move the cloth over his head. see him licking and sucking the sinful treat he craves everyday. hating the sight of just his head bobbing up and down and side to side from the cover of your own dress you want to meet his eyes as he loudly moans while eating you out. slipping the small and loud growls and carnal noises release as he as his special treat.

daring to do so, you reach the hem of the dress and pull the fabric off his head, and there you see your handsome candyman. tawny brown hair tasseled and cheekbones red from the heat his eyes twinkle in mystic hunger, his lips soaked in your sensual essense. both his hands softly gripping your thighs, stroking your hips as his tongue still deep in your hole you let out a small whimper as he slips it out.

pupils wide and both the corners of his mouth leak with saliva and your cum and you feel your legs shaking a slight when he licks the corners. more so feel your pussy wetten when he glides his tongue over his top teeth glaring at you. awaiting the degrading scowl he has for you yet your surprised when you doesn’t pinch your thighs or claw at your hips even when he just smiles.

“peek-a-boo angel,” he purrs, eyes back to their cloud heaven blue and you feel your heart melting in your chest although it quickens when you brings his tongue right back to your pussy.

“so you must be {y/n l/n}, i’ve heard so much about you.” the young man sitting across from you chimes. You and Ari sit side by side on one of the many picnic tables around the humongous red and white circus tent.

“good things I hope, you must be Mr. Drysdale. how are you?” flashing your pearly white smile you rest your hand in the mans extended hand.

“what a doll, i’m doing great and how are you doing on this fine day?”

peachy fucking keen

he sounds like he’s trying his hardest to at least sound interactive and social. blue eyes move from your face to your cleavage and you want to snap at him to fucking pick.

“well today was excellent as a matter fact, a special day. all until you came along, you see Mr. Drysdale-”

“please, call me Ransom. Ari Levinson, long time no see! before we catch up why don’t you buy your lady a soda pop. i’d like to know the writers first before signing them off to my publish house,” the young man remarks, his eyes not to yours at all but to the way your dress tightly hugs your body.

Ari sees this, anger bubbling inside him he bits his tongue. meeting Ransom from his latest cases he was shocked to find out that he hadn’t been convicted for the third degree murder his buddy was investigating that had him wrapped up into it. even more shocked to find out that he had inherited his grandfathers publishing company.

this ‘meeting’ is to ensure you get your book published and live in your glory. so instead of barking at Ransom telling him to stop eye fucking you he instead offers you a kiss to the cheek and a soft stern whisper in your ear.

“behave while i’m gone,” and with that he walks away to the food vendors, knowing full well that it’s going to be you that’s going to drive Ransom crazy and not the other way around.

“I don’t understand, when I spoke to Ari-”

“well sweetheart today’s your lucky day, it’s not like everyday you meet the CEO of the company you dream your work be published in.” his voice smooth he stares down at you with hungry blue eyes.

cursing yourself for wearing such an unprofessional outfit but how were you going to find out that you were going to make a book deal on a date.

“I don’t understand, I was suppose to meet with Mr. Thrombey-”

“oh have you not received any word? Harlan, my grandfather, passed away three months ago,” he says but every word in his voice sounds fabricated, remorseless.

your surprised once you feel a hand on your bare thigh, gripping it firmly and you shift away from Ransom. his tongue slowly licks his bottom lip when his blue irises catch yours, you had to admit they were pretty like Ari’s but they held something else- something darker.

keeping a safe distance away from you and Ransom you don’t move your eyes away from him, not cowering under his gaze but holding a stronger glance to him. you knew guys like this, you grew up surrounded by them and you even dated guys like him but not in a single situation did you let them take advantage of you.

so, besides sitting at the table trying to avoid a conversation you get this “meeting” over with. Verbally deflecting the flirtatious remarks of Mr. Drysdale. dodging the charming maneuvers of him asking you for more face to face meetings and you can sense the anger radiating off him. it only makes you wonder how long it takes just for Ari to get you a damn soda pop.

“i’m not sure if you’re qualified enough for a place at my establishment. you don’t seem to meet my criteria options and your work isn’t up to our standards,” he says looking down at his phone, typing a message to someone as if you weren’t worth his time.

“I don’t seem to meet your criteria options? you mean offering to take me out when you damn well know i’m already in a relationship? what is this? I thought we were talking about my book,” that sharp remark leaves him dropping his eyes back to his phone after he receives a message.

“my question is why are you with a man like Levinson? a sweet little lady like you with a busy man like him can’t treat you well, can’t pamper you well, can’t fuck you well-”

“we’re done here,” you feel your face getting hot with rage, you were wasting your precious vacation days on this. “and what about your book Ms. {y/l/n}?”

you’re up and away front the table yet you turn your head to meet his eyes again. no way in hell were you going to publish your book for a company runned by Mr. Drysdale.

“it seems as though your establishment isn’t up to my standards Mr. Drysdale,”

"d-daddy, am I sweet?" fluttering your lashes to him, a deep groan shakes against your throbbing cunt and you feel your organism washing over.

the continuous licking from the tip of his tongue tracing your hole and his thick fingers rubbing your puffy folds are removed just for his mouth to suck the sweet essence pooling your rose bud.

his sweet and innocent angel, so naughty and dirty at these times. such a sweet fucking treat, a sickeningly saccharine poison to easily overdose. sporting soft cotton candy thighs he doesn’t mind at all being in between them, licking the sweet sugary sweetness.

y/n l/n is a wish candy girl that’ll rot Ari’s teeth to his graveyard kind of girl and he doesn’t mind it one bit.

"like candy dolly. you're sweet like fucking sugar." you moan at the comment and he won't stop licking. sugar cotton floss, sticky candy apples, rainbow swirled lollies, and buttery caramel popcorn- you’re the whole damn candy bar and his head is so deep in Candyland he can’t think straight.

all he wants is to see is your pie crumble before him as you give him the custard filling. it’s what he’s been craving and the various messages that Ransom sent him whilst in the food line asking him if he could “take you off his hands” only increases the grind of his mouth and tongue on your bountiful mound.

"daddy's on a sugar rush," you giggle completely unaware of the situation Ari has dealt with but otherwise he smiles into your pussy.

god you always had the cutest shit to say when he’s eating your pussy and he fucking loves it, eats it up.

"bad princess, you're going to rot daddy's teeth," trying his hardest to not think about Ransom at a time like this, in his position with his mouth on you.

"mmh!- that’s so sad daddy. I always liked your smile," you moan and sigh, testing his patience once more you begin to lace your fingers through his long hair.

Ari shakes his head disapproving though he seems to occupied licking your saturation from your mound to bother telling you to keep your hands to yourself. keeping your fingers in his hair, his eyes meet yours in anger and with the glimmer of menace he knows so well in your eyes he should prepare for your reckoning.

with that a pretty petty smirk curls your lips as you yank his chocolate locks downward, shoving your dripping cunt as it grinds against his mouth. Ari doesn’t back away but invites it, pulling away slightly to glide his skilled fingers over the soaked folds avoiding your desperate hole.

a whimper slips out when Ari doesn’t give you the pleasure that’s lingering and dripping from your crux but only avoides you; but then again how long can Ari avoid your need for another release. burly arms wrap around your body’s waist as you pulls you onto his lap, letting you saunter your arms around his neck you stuff your face in his chest letting out a whinish sob.

“i’m sorry for misbehaving today Ari,” a bang of regret hits Ari’s chest.

this was all his fault for demanding you meet Ransom to see some opportunities for you when he himself knew it wasn’t the best idea.

“don’t be sorry angel, I went too far and you were right. I shouldn’t have forced you to meet him. shouldn’t have thought of this in the first place,” that little whisper followed with a kiss in between your brows.

he still can’t get the sleazy voice of Ransom offering to take you “off his hands” so you’d get a position at his company. feeling his sugar high blood boiling just remembering Ransom talking about you as if you were nothing but a pawn item for bargaining, right in front of you as if you had no say whatsoever.

“you know how I hate cutting corners, I wanna be successful because I worked hard. not because my boyfriend wanted me to take it easy and let a rich boy take care of it for me,” you whisper, head snuggling in Ari’s neck which he hums.

god, you may be stubborn but you were so loyal to your aspirations and independence. strong when he met you and stronger now, he always has admired that.

“remind me next time whenever I want to introduce you to someone who runs this relationship,” and you giggle at those words.

quickly straddling his lap arms wrapped around his neck you pull him closer till your nose rubs against his and your lips briefly touch his.

“I run this shit,” you cheekily whisper subtly licking his bottom lip and Ari takes your ass in his hands, lifting you up your legs wrap around his waist. “yes, you fucking do.” Ari growls and pulls your lips to his.

he’s all yours, your caring daddy, your carnival carnivore.

truly yours.

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lisaleigh713 · 3 years

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A New Discovery

So a girlfriend of mine wanted to set me up with her brother. She and I have been romantic with one another a few times but it was more a release that a relationship builder. We both just needed to cum and we used each other to do so. Diana’s brother Tim and I had met before but she thought he and I should go out.

“Diana, you know how I am, if possible I am going to fuck him. Are you okay with me fucking your brother?” “Sure I am” said Diana. Tim picked me up about 7 p.m. and we went to see a movie. I love going to movies, as I can then play with his cock during the movie.

The movie was about half full and he was a perfect gentleman. He opened doors for me and let me go in first. The little things mean so much. Anyhow, we sat in the back top left corner waiting for the movie to start. We shared some popcorn but we each had our own drinks. He reached over to hold my hand and of course I turned in to him a bit.

I moved our hands now to my stocking clad legs and let, forced his hand up and down my silken legs. He let go of my hand and placed his arm around me. Okay, I thought so I leaned in to him then. Of course I put my hands on his leg and began to run it up and down. Each time I got closer to Tim’s cock. Tim was squirming now.

I looked up at him, he leaned down and kissed me. He could kiss!!! But Diana could kiss as well. He kissed me long and deep. I gave every sign to him that I was available for anything he wanted or needed but I guess he just wanted to go slow.

I thought, “okay, if he wants to go slow I will just let it build to some great sex later on.” We watched the movie and since he was not going to heat things up in the theater I kinda got into the movie plot. It was a good movie but lets see what else he had in mind.

It was getting late so he decided to drive me home. We both got out of his car and he walked me to my door. I invited him in but he politely refused. He did say he had a lovely evening and kissed me but then he returned to his car and drove off as I walked in to my house.

I grabbed my phone and called Diana, “girl, what the hell?” Of course Diana said “what?” “Girl he kissed me but never once made a play for me. I gave him every go ahead sign I could give but he did nothing.” Diana apologized and said she would talk with her brother to find out what happened.

I got out of my clothes, by myself, and crawled into bed. I slept peacefully but awoke a bit horny. I thought I would get up and cook something to eat. My doorbell rang and it was Diana. I opened the door and she came in. She gave me a big hug and even a great kiss. “I am just about to fix some breakfast, want some?”

Of course she wanted some, I am a great cook. We both cooked and ate, then I had to ask “what the fuck is wrong with your brother? Am I not pretty?” Diana assured me nothing of the sort, her brother was just trying to be nice. She asked, “would you give Tim another chance?” Well he did take me out and I guess one more time wouldn’t be that bad. “Yes, he can call me if he wants to go out again.”

Diana and I talked most of the day and even laid out by the pool a bit but she had other plans for the evening and needed to leave. Within a few minutes Tim rang me. “Lisa, I had a wonderful time at the movies and wondered if you would like to go out with me again?” “Tim”, I said, “why don’t you come over for dinner and I will cook us something to eat and we can watch a bit on the tele?” He responded positively so I advised to come by around 8 p.m.

Tim arrived promptly at 8 p.m. I had just finished putting the final touches on dinner when he rang the bell. I greeted Tim in an outfit I had spent several hours perfecting.

I had my long hair down in a loose curl. My eyeshadow was a dark charcoal, my lips where a deep, wet, red color which would not rub off. My mani and pedi were both a deep, wet, red color to match my lips. I was wearing black seamed stockings with a cute garter belt with a red bow on the front. My dress was black but completely see through and of course I had on a pair of 5” stiletto dorsey side cut pumps.

When I opened the door and he saw me he gasped slightly. He was wearing a polo shirt and some dockers and his cock was beginning to grow. He stepped in to my foyer and kissed me. Food be damed I wanted him to fuck me. I moved my hand down to his crotch and grasped his large cock. He gasped again but did not pull away from me. I took his hand and put it on my tits. “Tim, I want you to fuck me right now.”

I grabbed his cock and led him to the bedroom. I dropped to my knees, unzipped his pants, pulled out his huge cock and slammed my mouth on it forcing it down my throat. He let out a loud moan and instinctively began thrusting his hips, fucking my throat.

I put my hand behind my back to let him know I am submissive but none of that seemed to matter much because within a couple of minutes he was cumming in my mouth. Before I could swallow a single drop of his white sticky love juice, he pulled me up and shoved his tongue deep in my throat.

The majority of men, once they cum in a girls mouth does not want to kiss her until the girl has cleaned her mouth with something to drink. Tim wanted to share his cum with me and him. Tims kiss was extremely passionate but was slow and methodical. I think Tim may be either gay or bi-sexual.

He said thank you and I thought, “well this is interesting.” I continued sucking on Tim’s cock but it was not getting hard. “Tim, would you love to fuck my ass?” He showed a bit of interest but not enough to get him hard. “Tim, would you like ME to fuck your ass?” Now his cock started twitching.

I laid Tim on my bed and grabbed a clean toy from my nightstand. I told Tim to raise his legs as I grabbed some lube for his ass. I lubed Tims ass and my toy. This was a first for me as well, with a man. I slipped the head of my dildo in his ass and let it set there for a minute or two. Then I slowly began pushing this nice cock dildo in his ass. He began to moan and then I hit the end of my toy.

I began fucking him with this dildo with one hand and playing with his cock with the other. After a few minutes, his cock was hard and Tim was saying things like, “damn, fuck me harder,” “shove that cock in my ass,” and of course my favorite was “fuck me like a little bitch.” I did as instructed. As I was fucking him, I also started sucking his cock. After a few minutes he moaned loudly and shot his cum into my mouth. I immediately moved to his mouth and let his cum drip from my mouth into his. He swallowed every drop of his cum.

I removed the cock from his ass, kissed the head of his cock and got out of bed. He exclaimed that was the best sex he ever had in his life. Of course I had to stroke his ego and say the same thing. He got up and got dressed and met me in the living room where I had a drink prepared for him.

We talked a bit about his new found sexuality. The conversation was actually pretty deep and very open. I told him if he ever wanted to come over and have another session, now that we know, then please do as I will be ready to fuck him anytime he wants but next time I may not share the cum. He did taste divine. Tim hugged me and kissed me one more time and as he drove off in his car, I wondered if I could fuck Tim and his sister at the same time.

Love and Kisses

Lisa

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jeonronwoo · 4 years

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You Catch Them Staring At You.

Kim Inseong

It was a normal, lazy day you wanted to spend with your amazing boyfriend, Inseong, as he had a clear schedule, you both wanted to stay home instead of going outside. You were minding your own business reading a book that you found quite interesting, and it was awfully quiet.

You felt a pair of eyes watching you, you’ve noticed it for a while, but you wanted Inseong to enjoy being the ‘sneaky’ fox he is. You smiled and said not removing your eyes from the book that’s in your hands.

“I’m glad you find me interesting.”

Inseong looked at you chuckling slightly embarrassed that he was caught staring at you and his foxy skills didn’t work.

“Am I not allowed to stare at my beautiful girlfriend?” He asked and you finally lowered the book looking at him smiling lightly.

“I can’t complain, but for your information, you may look like a fox, but you sure don’t know how to act like one.”

“Y/N!”

Kim Youngbin

You were at home studying for your upcoming exam, you wanted to have a good grade in it so your parents doesn't try to stress you more than you already are.

While your boyfriend, Youngbin, was upstairs taking a nap, as he came back exhausted from practice.

After two hours, your back started to ache and it felt exhausting, so you just stood up and went to the kitchen and grabbed an apple. Snatching your phone from your pocket when you heard a ding, you opened and saw it was a message from your best friend, Dawon, once again he was spamming your phone with memes of himself.

You laughed lightly as you typed a replay. You raised your head when you felt like you were being watched. You saw Youngbin leaning against the wall watching you with a fond smile. You felt your cheeks redden.

"What?" You murmured, as Youngbin laughed a little looking at the ground, blushing that he was caught.

"I thought I made it obvious, you're just beautiful." He replied walking over to you and placed a kiss on your head.

"I love you." He whispered, as you smiled reaching up kissing his lips.

Lee Jaeyoon

"Please Jae! This is the last shop! I promise!"

"No! You said the same thing about the last five shops!"

You huffed and tried to drag your boyfriend into the shop but he wouldn't budge. You stayed in your place for a while thinking how to let him change his mind. A light bulb lit above your head.

"If we went into this shop, I will give you all the blow jobs you want." You said, his eyes opened widely, and he seemed seduced by the idea, but he still was unsure, so you said to conclude.

"For a whole week."

Funny how he ended up the one dragging you inside the shop instead of the other way around. You quickly walked inside the shop as you looked for something nice to wear, you were looking through all the shelves and picked up a few things. Then you searched between the hangers, you found a good blouse and held it up.

"Babe, does this look good on me?" You asked Jaeyoon, he turned around and looked at you before nodding, you squealed and took it to try it on with a couple of things.

Jaeyoon was staring at you with a smile on his face, he was happy to see that smile of yours on display, he loved your smile so much. But you loved his more.

"Jae..?"

He heard your voice and snapped back to reality, he immediately groaned when he saw the teasing look on your face.

"Was I that hot for you to stare at me?" You asked.

"God, you're so annoying." He groaned with a smile on his face making you laugh a little.

"I mean, I wouldn't mind for someone as hot as you stare at me." You flirted, and he just looked away laughing in embarrassment.

Lee Sanghyuk

You were up in your bedroom playing on your phone, while your boyfriend was downstairs bringing something to eat. You heard some banging from downstairs and groaned.

"Lee Sanghyuk, I swear to god." You mumbled to yourself, and stood up to see if Sanghyuk managed to destroy the house or not.

You walked downstairs and went to the kitchen to see Sanghyuk standing there with a bowl in his hands.

"What the hell Sanghyuk?" You mumbled as you saw your kitchen was a mess.

"All I wanted was some popcorn and this happened!" He defended himself quickly with a pout on his face and you shook your head smiling a little.

"Just sit on the sofa." You said and he looked revealed.

He sat on the sofa, while you began to clean the mess he made, after that you opened the fridge getting some juice out, and looked in the shelves to find a bag of doritos. You grinned and emptied it in a bowl.

You put the popcorn in the microwave and waited for it to be done, your eyes drifted back to the living room, expecting your boyfriend to be searching for a movie to watch, but instead he was staring at you.

"You're weird, you know that?" You said and he just smiled in response, you walked over to him and sat on his lap.

"For a really dumb person, you sure are handsome." You said teasing and he just rolled his eyes and kissed your lips.

In the middle of making out, you heard a tick, you quickly pulled away and went inside the kitchen bringing the bowl of popcorn holding it for Sanghyuk to see.

"And this is how you make popcorn."

"Oh my god, marry me!"

Baek Juho

You were getting ready to go out with your boyfriend, Juho. Since he finally got a day off, you both wanted to make use of it and go out together, because it had been so long since you went out together.

You were doing your makeup when you heard a noise, you turned around to see your cat, Vivi, snuggling into your boyfriend.

"She likes you already? Strange. She tried to scratch Chani's hand." You said and he laughed.

"That's why he didn't want to come with me! She has to like me, I'm your boyfriend!" Juho said and you smiled.

"She likes Rowoon and he isn't my boyfriend." You said and he scoffed a little.

"Everybody likes Rowoon." Juho said and you laughed agreeing, remembering when he was dancing with the ostriches.

You turned back continuing with your makeup, you put some nude lipgloss, and some blush, you were putting on your eyeliner, when you saw Juho's reflection on the mirror to see he was staring at you.

"What? Is there something wrong with my makeup?!" You said and started to panic, he quickly shook his head.

"No! No! You're just.. Beautiful." Juho said shyly, and you blushed. "Isn't that right, Vivi?" Juho said bouncing the cat staring at you as you giggled.

Kim Seokwoo

"Oh my god, this is amazing!" You said as you bite into the cake happily.

You and your boyfriend, Rowoon, at the park having a picnic. Rowoon being the gentleman he is, he made food and brought it with him so you can enjoy yourselves.

"Does it taste good?" Rowoon asked and you nodded immediately.

"Yes, you're such a boyfriend material." You said causing him to blush and bite into his sandwich to act like it's not bothering him.

You talked about random things, and Rowoon just told you about the drama he was going to act in, and to say you were beyond excited was an understatement. You were proud of him and everything he achieved.

You felt a kick in your side, and you looked to your left side and saw a ball next to you. Your eyebrows furrowed, then you saw a little boy coming your way.

"I'm so sorry Ms! It won't happen again I promise!" The little boy apologised and bowed and you chuckled ruffling his hair.

"It's okay, have fun yeah?" You said and he smiled widely before taking the ball and ran back to his friends.

You turned around still smiling, you saw Rowook staring at you with a smile on his face and he had frosting on either side on his lips. You laughed.

"You're such a man child, you know that?" You said and grabbed a napkin wiping his mouth. Rowoon frowned before realising that he actually made a fool of himself in front of you. You laughed staring at him this time with a smile of your own saying.

"Lucky for you I love you."

Yoo Taeyang

You were watching a new drama at home, you were alone because Taeyang, your boyfriend was on tour to promote their new song.

Saying that you missed him a lot would be an understatement, you two weren't used to staying away from each other for a long time.

Your phone started ringing and you picked it up, you smiled widely when you saw that Taeyang was video calling you.

You accepted immediately and you saw his face on the screen and smiled widely when you saw he had the same smile as yours.

"Tae!"

"Y/N! Babe I missed you so much!" Taeyang said pouting a little.

"I missed you too baby, how is the promotion going?" You asked putting a hand over your cheek.

"It's going amazing, I love meeting fantasy from all over the world!" He said excitedly and you laughed at his cuteness.

You talked back and forth and he asked how you were doing without him, also the video call turned into a choas when Jaeyoon came to interrupt you two.

"What do we have here! Oh look, it's Taeyang's precious Y/N!" Jaeyoon teased and pinched Taeyang's cheeks.

"Hey Jae, how are you? Good job on ripping your jacket live, by the way." You snorted and he gasped sassily.

"You didn't just go there! I mean, have you heard the screams?! I might have gone deaf from how loud it was!" Jaeyoon said.

You bickered back and forth, then you noticed how Teeyang has gone completely silent, you stopped talking and looked at him to see that he was staring at you from the screen with a small smile playing on his lips.

"Wow, your ugliness silenced him." Jayeoon joked causing Taeyang to hit him on the back of the head and you said.

"Screw you, Lee Jaeyoon."

Kim Youngkyun

You were out with your best friend for a girls' night out, it was a nice day in the streets of Seoul. You were walking with your best friend babbling about a hot guy that she saw while working. You teased her by saying that she wasn't focusing on her job.

You both entered a small cafe, you sat near the window, and the waiter came and gave you your menus.

"So, how are things with Youngkyun?" Your best friend asked, making you smile immediately.

"It's amazing, he is such a sweetheart. He always makes sure that I'm happy." You sighed dreamily making your best friend snort.

"God, you're whipped for him." She teased making you roll your eyes sarcastically.

Your order arrived, and you both started eating in silence, you were enjoying your pizza when you felt like you were being watched. Being your paranoid self, you felt scared.

"Hey, is there someone staring at me? At us?" You asked your best friend, she turned around and started looking all over the place.

"3 O'clock." Your best friend simply said, you turned and your eyes met a pair of brown ones that you fell for.

"Oh my god." You said and waved for your boyfriend who was still staring, it seemed like your waving snapped him back to reality, because he started walking towards your table with a shy smile on his face.

"Hi." He said and you laughed at his shyness patting the space next to you.

"Set here, you creepy idiot."

Kang Chanhee

You and your group were nominated for a reward, you were sitting next to the leader of your band, as you waited for them to announce the winner.

Your eyes wandered sneakily next to you, and you made eye contact with your secret boyfriend, SF9's Chani.

You both had been dating for about 5 months, no one knows about it except both of your groups. He was such a sweetheart, always supporting you and teaching you to perfect your dancing like him.

"The winner is... (Your group's name)!"

They announced and you jumped up and down cheering hugging your bandmates. You cannot believe that you finally won, all of you worked so hard on this single, and your fans was absolutely an amazing support system in streaming it.

You all walked to the stage as your leader began speaking, you had a few tears escaping your eyes, so you quickly dried them and smiled brightly at the camera. Your leader looked at you so you can say something too.

"Wow, this is amazing.. I still can't believe we won this, so please excuse me for being such a cry baby." You said drying your eyes, making one of your bandmate hug you from behind to comfort you.

"I'm sorry. We all worked so hard for this, and us winning the prize, motivated us to give our best again, thanks to all our amazing fans out there. We all love you with all of our hearts!" You said and raised the reward in the air giggling.

Another one of your bandmates started to talk, your eyes went back to where Chanhee was sitting, he was smiling from ear to ear and staring right at you.

You smiled and he blushed and began clapping as well.

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marizawa · 4 years

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Bakugou, Aizawa, & Hawks With a Black S/O

(All characters 18+!)

warnings: Swearing, Bird-Brained Hawks

G/N BLACK READER, (implied that hair is long enough to put into bantu knots)

Bakugou

*doesn’t understand why your hair takes so long to do in the morning

*or why you have to moisturize it everyday (his hair dry af)

*thought cocoa butter was for cooking (🤦🏾‍♀️)

*the ashiest one out of these 3

*confused as hell when he first saw you with your bonnet on facetime

“why the hell do you have a hat on inside”

*but the first time you cook soul food for him he’s gonna have a FIT

*at first yells at you for taking too damn long cooking

*but by the third or so time of you cooking it for him, he understands why it takes so long

*had a HEART ATTACK when he tasted the baked mac & cheese

*probably was use to kraft blue box macaroni

*the greens (which were in a separate bowl so the juices wouldn’t get into the chicken) literally almost made him cry. he never knew a vegetable would taste so damn good

*the chicken was seasoned to perfection, and it definitely wasn’t what he was used to eating

*a little bit of a culture shock but he still enjoyed it throughly

*randomly stares at your hair when you come in with a different style than the day before

*ESPECIALLY loves bantu knots

*one day you did them so you could prep your hair for the next day, but he insisted you keep them in for a couple days

*just overall loves your culture & wants you to teach him more of it. dating someone who is black wouldnt be that big of a deal to him, he just looks at you like another person like him, who just happens to have a different culture.

Hawks

*thinks you’re an exotic species lmao

*bird brain go brrr

*researches as much as he can into what you would like, the music of your culture, what mating dance you would prefer

*finally deciding on a song & dance combo called “Crank That”, he decides to play it on the speakers in his home and attempt the do the dance.

*”y/n come here i have something to show you”

*(you guys weren’t dating at this point)

*literally flies when it gets to the superman part cause he doesn’t know how to do it correctly, knocking over a vase in the process

*doesn’t understand why you’re laughing so hard

*gets pouty because this was supposed to be his way of wooing you and you’re laughing at him

*you spend the next HOUR teaching him the dance, and he finally gets it after fifty-lem times of you showing him

*asks you out on a dinner date as thanks for showing him a great time

*while you guys are dating, he gives you hella gifts that he thought you would like

*read some article that said Cantu is good for black women’s hair, so shows up to your house with the full conditioner,shampoo, curl cream, moisturizer, and heat protectant set

*at first you’re confused and a little offended

*he’s a whole ass pro-hero getting you $2 hair products LMAO

*if Cantu works for your hair, you’d gladly accept it and keep it in your bathroom

*if not, you’d probably keep it in the guest bathroom for emergencies

*when he spent the night for the first time over your house you can BET he used and loved the cantu he bought for you

*goes out and gets his own cause he loves the coconut smell

*overall, he goes above and beyond to find out about your culture. find out your hair type and what works best for it, makes sure you’re fully stocked on lotion, and surprisingly loves helping you wash your hair.

Aizawa

*very attentive to what you do

*would probably avoid you until he’s ready to make his move, because he wants to know as much about you as possible

*invites you over to his home after a couple dates for movie night

*he lets you pick the movie, and you pick Friday, a classic comedy

*he’s surprisingly entertained by how funny the movie is, letting out a small chuckle when Smokey said “You just got knocked the fuck out!”

*you inch closer and closer to him until he puts his arm around you, trapping you into his side while he holds the popcorn

*at the end, when Debo gets knocked out, he wasn’t expecting it to be that funny

*laughed so loud and so hard that you flinched and suddenly the popcorn went flying

*you both sat there DYING LAUGHING for a good 5 minutes. it was the good laugh too, the one where you’re laughing silently at first and hittin the other person? yeah that one.

*after calming down, smiles still on your face, you helped him pick up the popcorn from the floor

*you playfully threw one at him, spiraling into an all out popcorn WAR

*just like a scene from some romantic comedy, he has you pinned to the floor with your arms above your head within 5 minutes of the war

*you make eye contact and his stomach is doing backflips

*finally fucking kisses you after weeks of going on dates, and it’s fucking amazing.

*you two spend the next hour getting the popcorn out of each other’s hair, and this is the start to a beautiful relationship

*overall, this man is intrigued by you. he doesn’t know too much past the surface level of your culture, and wants to learn and experience it all with you. also wants to teach you things about himself and his culture, glad that he’s found someone who he can teach and learn from in the same breath.

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vanillacupcake · 4 years

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Too Much Flour

A/N: So I’ve been fantasizing about this forever. This is also my first fic on here, so feedback would be appreciated!

Pairing: Tom Holland x (F)Reader

Summary: Tom can’t cook to save his life. You, on the other hand, are known for being quite the chef. So, when he tries and fails to make cookies, he calls you up for a favour. Who knew it would end up changing your lives?

Warning: Fluff, Tom being a terrible cook, SMUUUUTTTTTTT, Tom is a dirty-talker, unprotected sex(use a condom!), Hamilton references.

Word Count: 1.9K

You were sitting in your flat, watching some kinda trashy wannabe-Halloween horror movie and cuddling with your cat, Jessie, absentmindedly stroking her fur. About 40 minutes into the movie, your phone goes off next to you, startling Jessie and making her jump out of your lap. You grumbled, pausing your movie and looking at your phone. A small smile crept on your lips as you saw “Thomas Jefferson”, Tom’s contact, show up on your screen.

“Hello?”

“Y/N, hi,” he started, his voice making your heart flutter “Um, I’ve made a mistake.”

“Oh god, what did you do?”

“Well, I tried to bake cookies, but they didn’t spread and they look raw, even though they feel cooked.”

You chuckled. Tom was never known for being a great cook, but whenever he told you about his failures when attempting to cook it always made you crack up.

“I’ll be there in fifteen minutes.” You say, already turning off your tv and heading to your room to change.

“Thank you, Y/N!”

“Yeah, yeah, no problem. See ya.”

“Bye.”

You got dressed and headed out the door, hopping in your car to go to Tom’s flat. You and Tom met a few years ago when you guys sat next to each other while seeing Hamilton, hence the name on your phone. He noticed you singing along to all the songs and started humming along with you. Oh, you remember it like it was yesterday.

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You had somehow managed to score tickets to Hamilton. In the best seats in the theatre, no less. You’d been a fan since it came out, and seeing it live was your biggest dream. You sat down in your seat with your popcorn and drink, ready for the greatest moment of your life. You heard someone sit down next to you, and you briefly glanced at them before turning your attention back to the stage.

You didn’t fully register who it was until you looked back. You saw an attractive looking man with curly brown hair. He looked vaguely familiar, but you couldn’t figure out who he was. Didn’t matter, the show was starting.

It wasn’t until The Schuyler Sisters came on that you noticed him again. You didn’t realize it but you were singing along. You heard a hum next to you, and you looked to see that he was humming along, looking at you. You blushed and flashed him a smile, which he returned. You kept exchanging glances at each other throughout the whole show.

Next thing you knew, he was running up to you asking for your number. You gave it to him gladly, wanting to see him again. That’s how your friendship began.

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You sighed. Even after two years of friendship, every minute of them spent with you in love with him, he’d never see you in that light. After finding out that he was famous, it just solidified that he would never return your feelings. Pulling up to his flat, you put your depressing thoughts away and rushed up into his place. You opened the door using the key he gave you, and you were met with the smell of cookies.

“Y/N, thank god you’re here!” Tom sighed when he saw you.

You rushed over to the oven, where you saw a sheet of poorly done cookies. You looked at him, scolding him with your eyes. He gave you an apologetic smile. You touched a cookie, and true to his word, it looked raw but felt completely cooked.

“Oh, I see what you did wrong,” you said “how much flour did your recipe call for?”

“2 cups.”

“Did you just dunk the measuring cup into the bag and pour it in?”

“Yeah?” He said with a confused expression.

“Then you used too much flour. You have to scrape the excess off with a knife.”

Tom rolled his eyes, but then smiled at you. “Can you show me how to do it?”

You smiled and nodded. He pulled up the recipe and you started gathering ingredients. He stared at you, as if in awe. It took you clearing your throat for him to snap out of his trance.

“Alright, let’s get started!”

—-Time skip cause I’m lazy—-

You took the cookies out of the oven, and you and Tom looked at them with pride. Five minutes after pulling them out you moved the cookies to a rack.

“Let’s try one,” you said, picking up a cookie, breaking it in half and handing it to Tom.

“Cheers!” you guys said in sync, lightly tapping your halves together before eating them.

A soft moan escaped your lips, making Tom’s eyes snap on you. You stared at him, waiting for an answer as to why he’s looking at you. He just stands there, eyes looking into yours.

All of a sudden; you’re caught off guard as he drops his cookie and pulls you into his arms, lips crashing onto yours. Your eyes go wide, taken aback before dropping your cookie and wrapping your arms around his neck, finally kissing him back.

The desperate kiss goes on for what feels like forever. Soon, you have to part in order to breathe. You just stare at each other, breathing heavily.

“I’ve wanted to do that for so long.” Tom says, breaking the silence.

“Me too,” you admit, making him smile.

Without skipping a beat, his lips are back on yours, kissing you eagerly. You immediately correspond this time, no longer afraid. Your hands go to caress his hair, lightly tugging on the soft curls, causing him to moan into your mouth. You take that as an opportunity to slip your tongue in, exploring his mouth. His tongue glides over yours, his thumbs rubbing gentle circles on your waist.

You suddenly feel a pool of wetness between your legs, making you squeeze your thighs together. Tom notices, lips separating from yours and smirking at you. You stared at each other in silence for a few seconds before his whole demeanour changed and he picked you up in his arms, carrying you to his bedroom.

The second he’d put you down and shut the door, his lips were attacking your neck, leaving hickeys all over. He led you to the bed, lightly pushing you down and landing on top of you.

“Y/N, do you want this?” He asked, his hand holding the seam of your shirt.

“Yes, please Tom,” you begged.

That was all he needed to hear, roughly pulling your shirt over your head. He let out a groan as he saw your black bra, hands immediately going to unclasp it. He kissed down your body, leaving marks along the way. Once he reached your shorts, he looked up at you, eyes searing yours for permission. You nodded, and that was all he needed, roughly pulling your shorts and panties down.

“So wet for me, baby,” he signed, his breath hitting your pussy which caused you to moan.

“Please, Tom.” You begged. You didn’t care if you sounded desperate, you needed him.

He sat there, looking at your pussy for a few, excruciating seconds, before taking you by surprise and diving his face right in. You moaned loudly, grasping his hair as his lips wrapped around your clit and began sucking harshly. You pulled on his hair lightly, making him moan which only furthered the sensation.

You were getting so close to the edge. He knew, and he took his mouth off of you. You were about to complain, but your words got cut off when his tongue dipped inside of you.

“Ohhh, fuck, Tom,” you gasped, his thumb rubbing your clit.

Your words only made him more determined as well as turned on. He starts flicking his tongue faster and rubbing your clit more harshly. Your loud moans filled the room as you came, your thighs squeezing his head.

After you’d calmed down from your high, he pulled out and looked up at you. You could see your juices all over his mouth and chin, making you horny all over again. He took the back of his hand and rubbed it on his face, getting everything off then licking it.

“God, you taste so good.” He said, making you groan.

“Come on, fuck me.”

“Gladly.”

He tugged his shirt off as well as his sweats, leaving only his boxers, which were covering a very obvious bulge. You bit your lower lip, eyes trained on his dick and you sat up, your hand going into his boxers. You pushed them down eagerly, his cock flying out and hitting his stomach.

He was hard, the tip red and leaking pre-cum. You wrapped your hand around him, making him moan softly when it moved up and down. He pushed you down and fell on top of you. You let out a soft moan when his lips attached to your nipple, his hand playing with the other one.

“Come on, Tom,” you begged, not caring if you sounded desperate.

He smirked at you as his lips detached from your chest. “You want my cock? You want me deep inside that pretty little pussy?” He purred in your ear, making you groan.

“Please,” you whimpered.

Tom smirked, lightly pushing into you, looking at you to make sure you’re comfortable. You nod, and he pulls almost the whole way out before slamming back in, your moan and his hiss filling the room. He picked up a pace slow, but firm.

“FUCK! Tom!” You moaned when he grazed your spot.

He picks up on that location, pounding into it over and over, your heart rate going up. His thumb goes to your clit, rubbing circles, making you scream, your walls clenching around him.

“Come on, Princess, come for me,” he groans, so close to his high.

That pushes you over the edge, making your juices cover him as you reach your high. Your orgasm triggers Tom’s, him groaning and hissing loudly as he fills you up.

You stay like that for a minute, coming down from your highs before he pulls out, lying down next to you.

“So,” you said “that just happened.”

“Yeah,” he says, still out of breath.

You scoot over, lying your head on his bare chest, lightly kissing it before resting your cheek on it. You stayed there in silence for a bit, before you finally spoke up.

“Do you think this can happen again?” You said hopefully.

“Yeah, if you want,” he kissed your head.

“Is this gonna be just…” you start, before he interrupts

“I hope not. But if you don’t want-”

“No no no, I do. I want it so much.”

“Good. Me too. I really want you, Y/N.”

“Likewise.”

You giggled. He leaned down, capturing your lips in a kiss.

“Do you want to go get some cookies?” He asks.

“No, I’d rather taste you.” You tease.

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Just the Right Way - Cisco Ramon

Summary : On one lazy night you and your boyfriend Cisco decide to stay in and watch movies and cuddle. When you grow bored of the film you move your body in just the right way to get Cisco going.

Word Count : 1.9k +

Warnings : smut, teasing, flustered!cisco, blow job, fingering,

Pairing / Characters : Cisco Ramon x reader,

Prompt : “Do you take requests for The Flash still?? If so could I request a Cisco fic about him cuddling you all innocent until you shift juuuust the right way and brush him and he gets all hot and bothered?? Thanks in advance!” - anon

A/N : I’m going to try to post more, I’m so sorry i’ve been so inactive.

new masterlist | requests | prompt list

“Babe, hurry up! I’ll start the movie without you!” Y/N shouted to her boyfriend of two years who was taking such a painfully long time with the popcorn.

“I’m coming, I’m coming.” Cisco waved his free hand in the air, walking over to the couch his girlfriend was lounging on and sitting next to her. Cisco placed the bowl on the ground and pulled Y/N close to him, laying them on their sides so that he could spoon her on the couch.

Y/N started the movie, one she truly did love, but today she wasn’t up for watching a movie, no, she had formulated a plan that morning to get herself and her boyfriend laid. As the couple watched the film she adjusted herself fittingly so that her ass was covering Cisco’s clothes crotch. If she move in just the right way, she’d be grinding her ass back on his covered cock and getting him hard in seconds. That’s exactly what she did.

Moving around one last time she pressed her bum especially hard against Cisco’s pelvis and ground down just the slightest. She heard him hiss, his biceps flexing and squeezing her body just a little bit tighter. Y/N felt something poking at her ass, causing a smirk to grace her lips. Her plan had worked.

“Babygirl, what are you up to?’ Cisco growled into her ear, his hands moving down to her hips and pressing her against him even harder.

“Nothing, baby,” Y/N looked back at him a little and smirked, “Why is something bothering you?” The look on Y/N’s face drove Cisco crazy. He knew that now she had planned this all along. In one swift motion he was on top of her, hands groping her body as she arched up into him for any sort of friction.

“You planned this didn’t you?” He asked her, hands sliding under her shirt and removing it from her body. Y/N didn’t say anything, she just remained quiet as she bit her lip. “Come on now, speak up.”

Y/N tried to look as innocent as possible when speaking her next few words, “I may have planned it just a little.” Cisco chuckled his hands now yanking down her pajama shorts, leaving her in her lace panties and bra. The sight itself would have made Cisco cum right there in his jeans if he hadn’t already began to formulate a revenge plan of his own. It was his favorite pair of lingerie too, his favorite color against her skin, and the thin material hugging her just right to make his favorite parts of her body look even more extravagant. “Okay, maybe I planned it a lot.”

“Well, you certainly know what you want, huh princess?” Y/N nodded, shivering slightly as his fingertips ran down the inside of her thigh and ghosted against her covered pussy. “Tell me, what do you want?”

Y/N gulped, “I want you to eat me out, finger me and make me cum until I’m crying.” She breathed out, “And I want you to use your powers on me.” Cisco’s eyes looked up at her then, eyebrows quirked.

“Such a naughty girl, huh? Well, I’I’ll give me princess anything she wants.” After easily discarding the last articles of clothing that Y/N was dress in, Cisco knelt down between his girlfriend’s legs and licked his lips at the sight of her dripping core. Before she could say anything to him he attached his lips to her her clit, sucking on it and swirling his tongue around the soft nub. Y/N gasped, back reaching out for his long locks so she had something to hold onto. Cisco’s motions were precise, he knew what he was doing when he lapped at her folds, stuck his tongue into her aching entrance and then went back to her clit. The way she was already moaning his name meant that this was a going to be a long night ahead.

“Mhm, baby it feels so good, fuck- keep going please.” Y/N begged, Cisco obliged, not even stopping when he pushed two of his thick digits into her core. The mewl that came from his lover’s lips was enough to keep him going. He fingered her hard and fast, curling his fingers every few thrusts and then scissoring them to open her up more.

“So tight for me darling, I can’t wait to have this pretty pussy wrapped around my cock.” Cisco growled when he pulled away from her pussy, her juices streaking his lips and chin. Y/N was so close to cumming, she just needed a little bit more and she’d have reached her high. As she was about to warn her boyfriend he used his other hand to hover two fingers above her clit, and used his powers at their lowest level to send vibration after vibration to her bundle of nerves.

“Fuck!” Y/N screeched, back arching high off the couch. She went to move away, the pleasure being almost too much, but Cisco kept her in place, going through with what she said about having him make her cum until she was crying. “Baby, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum.” She chanted, her hands gripping onto his hair even tighter as the coil in the bottom of stomach was about to snap. Cisco kept up with his actions, one hand sending vibrations to her clit, the other finger fucking her until she finally came undone around his fingers, body shaking as she came down from her high.

Cisco gently pulled his fingers from her heat, her cum ran down his skin as he pulled them to his mouth and sucked them clean. “You taste like candy, my love.” Cisco hummed, “So sweet. You wanna taste?” Y/N nodded, still attempting to catch her breathe but she sat herself up and attached her lips to Cisco’s, their tongues molding together as they made out furiously. She could taste herself on his lips and his tongue, making her moan against his mouth. Y/N began to undress her boyfriend seeing as though he was still fully clothed. Cisco got up off the couch, breaking the kiss to remove his pants and boxers, releasing some of the tension on his straining cock.

“Now it’s my turn, handsome.” Y/N pushed Cisco onto his back, the man made room for her between his legs so she could sit there comfortably. Y/N’s mouth watered as she stared at his throbbing dick. She couldn’t help but smirk because she knew that she was the cause of this. Reaching out, she took his length in her hand and began to pump him slowly, then she built up her pace as she lowered her head onto his cock. The warmth of her mouth had Cisco’s eyes rolling back. He always loved the way her mouth felt around him, obviously it was nothing compared to her pussy, but this was a close second.

Y/N moved her head up and down, swirling her tongue as she sucked him off. Her head twisted with her movements, cheeks hollowing out to make it feel tighter for him. His hands pushed her hair into a makeshift ponytail, using it to guide her head down on him. What Y/N couldn’t fit into her mouth she jerked off with her hand, making sure her head and hand were timed perfectly together.

“So good, babygirl, doing so good.” Cisco moaned, “Love the way you work that beautiful mouth on me.” He involuntarily jerked his hips up, pushing what was left of his cock down Y/N’s throat. Through her gagging and the growing amount of tears in her eyes she took all of him in her mouth until he was cumming down her throat. She kept her head in one place, keeping his cock in her mouth and letting him gently face fuck her through his high.

When Y/N pulled back Cisco was looking at her with utter love in his eyes. “I love you so damn much.” He breathed out.

Y/N chuckled, “I love you too, now fuck me.” Cisco didn’t have to be told twice. Pulling Y/N on top of him, her thighs straddling his waist, he reached behind her to grab hold of his still hard cock, and pushed it into her aching walls. The moan that left her mouth was enough to set Cisco on fire, his body burning with the need to fuck his girlfriend until she could no longer handle it. Y/N began to ride Cisco, her hips moving slowly as she tried to build up a good pace. With every slam of her ass coming down on Cisco’s thighs, he would thrust up into her, causing her to cry out in pleasure.

“Gonna fuck you so good,” Cisco hummed, one hand on Y/N’s breast and the other on her ass so he could feel all of her, “Gonna make you feel so good.” Y/N had lost her momentum, allowing Cisco to take over from there as he fucked her hard and fast, and then slow and lovingly.

Y/N loved the change in pace and aggression, it only egged on her second orgasm of the night.Y/N mewled out, head tilting back and eyes rolling back to their whites, “Love when you fuck me like this, feels so good.” Y/N panted. Cisco’s hand was coming down on her ass every time it made contact with his thighs, causing jolts of pain and pleasure to course through her body. Y/N was trembling, her orgasm already on the brink of making her explode, but she didn’t want to cum without Cisco.

“You’re close, aren’t you baby?” Cisco asked as he rocked his ups once more. Y/N nodded, biting her lip as she leaned forward to leave sloppy kisses down Cisco’s neck, “Right there with you, love, cum all over my cock like I know you want to.” With just a few more heavy thrusts Y/N was convulsing around Cisco’s cock, body trembling as she quickly kissed his lips to try and steady herself. Cisco weaved his hands into her hair, pulling her impossibly closer as he stilled inside her and came in her warm cunt. The two were moaning into each other’s mouths, breathing heavily as they tried to calm themselves down.

After a few minutes of lazy kisses and slow movements, Cisco pulled his cock from his lovers pussy, the mix of their seed slowly dripping from her core and onto her skin. “Well that was a surprise, wasn’t it?” Cisco laughed softly as he moved Y/N’s hair out of her sweaty face.Y/N hummed, smiling tiredly at her boyfriend, “Maybe for you it was surprise, but I planned it this morning. Knew I had to move in just the right way to get things going.”

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