#this started out as me thinking about tummy kisses

[princessbrunette]

the first time deer!reader introduced pope to her parents, she almost couldn’t control herself.

you had no idea what you’d been so nervous about, everything had been perfect. as much as you loved the other pogues, you couldn’t imagine them behaving themselves the way pope did. he was big on etiquette, even bigger on respect — having ‘meeting the parents’ nailed down to an art. he was well educated, polite, loveable — the exact type of guy you want to bring home. you couldn’t be happier.

but something about watching him interact with your family, so eager to please them in order to keep you happy — made you eager to please him, watching him chat away with your folks over the table with your chin in your palm, barely touching your food. as soon as the meal was up, you couldn’t wait to drag him away.

“i think we’re going to go hang out upstairs for a while.” he feels your hand shyly tugging at his pinkie finger and his head whips round to him.

“after that meal i think i gotta do the dishes, atleast. please, sit.” pope whips back round to your mother with a charming smile, making her fawn over his politeness.

“i can’t ask that of you pope, it’s fine i swear — i’m sticking it all in the dishwasher anyway.” your mother refuses as you sway impatiently on your feet behind your boyfriend.

“oh, then i’ll help clear the table.” he shrugs, beginning to pile up plates. “the food was fantastic.” he compliments, following her through to the kitchen. you slump down in the dining seat once more, awaiting his eventual release.

once you finally got your hands on him, you were tripping up the stairs trying to get him to your bedroom faster. “woah, careful.” he catches your waist and it only makes your need worse, shutting the door firmly behind him once he was in. he takes a few steps into the room following you to stand near your dresser, the ghost of an amused and confused smile on his face as he watches you hurry to your speaker, tapping on the first playlist to come up on your spotify — that being his playlist.

as soon as the first note plays, you’re back infront of him, practically diving on him pressing your mouth to his. he lets out a quiet grunt of surprise and confusion as you pant against him, the first song off his playlist loudly obstructing anyone outside the four walls from hearing anything inside them.

“talk to me, what’s going on? brought me up here to kiss?” he pulls away, leaning back making a tiny whine escape the back of your throat. you would have thought you were on borrowed time from the way you gripped his shirt urgently.

“more th’n kiss.” you slur needily, leaning in trying to catch his lips once more. “you were perfect. they love you. you’re perfect.” you whisper and his brows jump up, leaning back once more.

“woahwoahwait— me impressing your parents is what’s turning you on? like actually?” you watch his eyes dance between yours. you pause for a second, catching your breath before nodding violently.

“uh-huh, yes.” you border on a whimper. his face flattens in thought, nodding his head once as it’s clear he’s taking mental note.

“interesting.”

“shh.” you silence him once more with another jump, hands all over him and lips successfully back on his. he melts more into the kiss this time, but before he even has the chance to fully get into it, you’re unlatching — choosing to kiss through his clothes instead, down his chest, down his tummy, sinking to your knees.

he puffs out an exhale through his cheeks, leaning on the wall and bracing his hand on your shelf clumsily, causing a blythe doll to fall from her stand but he effortlessly catches her in his palm, carefully placing her back on the shelf. this somehow made him ten times more attractive and you bite your lip, violently working his belt off as bryson tiller sings, covering all heaving breathing from room.

i say you don’t need nobody else, feels like you don’t got me so you feel like you’ve been by yourself —

you start to mouth at him through his pants, and he’s suddenly bending down to pull you back by the shoulders, wide eyes — like he’d been snapped out of a trance. “holdupholdup— your parents are just downstairs. are you sure this is a good idea?” he stresses, and you combat this by massaging the stress out of his cock through the fabric of his pants, squeezing him with those big bambi eyes that got him so weak.

“just need to suck it, popey.” you plead and he tilts his head back for a second, eyes rolling back.

“oh jesus.” he returns his gaze, brows still knitted in worry. “wait — your mom said dessert would be ready soon.”

“well, i want mine.” you pout your lips, undoing his zipper more to kiss through his boxers. he looks in pain, holding back. “i don’t want anything in return. it’ll be quick.”

he tilts his head with a knowing smirk. “well you already know i have to return the favour. i got manners.”

“we’ll figure it out. stop talkin’ P.” you whine, pulling him out his boxers and drooling on his tip, beginning to massage it down his shaft. he leans against the wall once more, letting out a shaky breath and squeezing his eyes shut.

“i’m dreaming.” he states in disbelief as you get to work, trying to ignore the time ticking away before the two of you would be called back downstairs. you took this as a challenge. you don’t get to be an ex-academic weapon and not enjoy a little time restricted fun.

#divider by fairytopea #pope heyward prompt #deer!reader

[ysrjune]

sam monroe smut with chubby reader🙏 PLEASE

She hates her weight but sam loves it and one day she’s crying because of a remark smby made and he comforts her :’)

Sam held you in his arms while you cried about something some girl said about your weight at school earlier. “Come on, beautiful, stop crying. You shouldn’t care about what that bitch has to say about you, she’s just mad she’s not as gorgeous as you.” He tried comforting you while rubbing your arm.

“But she’s right!” you continue to sob. “I try so hard to feel good about my body and stuff, but people just keep on commenting on it.” Sam could break into tears hearing his sweet girl talk bad about herself. He hated hearing about how much you hated your body because he loved it. He loved resting his hand on your tummy. He loved to squeeze your rolls.

To him, all that wasn't disgusting at all. He loved his chubby girl. The way your cheeks were so full, too, melted his heart. Especially when you'd smile. “Well, I don't think anything negative about your body. God, your body is literally worth worshipping, baby.” His hand trailed down to your plushy thighs.

You knew that. You knew Sam was obsessed with not just your body, but everything else about you. Even before you two were dating, he never made a negative comment about your weight. That was one of the reasons you started liking him in the first place. Every other guy you were friends with before Sam would say something atleast once about your body.

“That's real sweet of you, Sam, but I don't think so.” You hold his hand, sniffling. Your boyfriend shakes his head and forces you to lay on him. “Nah, I mean it. Just cause you have a tummy and a couple of rolls doesn't make you any less attractive, angel face.” He kissed your forehead and sat up against the headboard so that you were sitting on him properly.

“So cute, could just eat you up.” He quickly states and started sucking on your neck, leaving small kisses as well. “Sam—” You giggled at the sensation of his lips on your neck. “Stop, that tickles,” You try pushing his face awah from you, but he wouldn't budge. He did stop eventually, thank goodness. You look at your phone to open the camera to see how many hickeys he had left.

“4? Really, Sam?” You give him an unamused look even though you thought it was kinda funny. “You don't get it, huh?” His hand went down to your breast, holding onto it gently. “Just cause a couple of people tell you things about your body doesn't mean others don't find you attractive. I've seen a couple dorks check you out. Even when you're with me.” He rolled his eyes at the memory of it.

“Starin’ at your ass and thighs.” He says as both his hands travel to your ass. “‘least they know they can't have what's already mine.” He smirked, giving your ass a squeeze. “Ugh, you're such a pervert.” You reply playfully but also gently, slapping him. “Yeah, you like it, though. First time we fucked was because I was being a pervert and it turned you on.” He reminds you, sliding down your shorts.

“That didn't mean anything..” You blush at a little bit, feeling the way his fingers hooked onto the hem of your shorts to pull them down. “Then what's happening right now? Are you sure you're not already soaked by me doing the bare minimum?” He whispers, looking up to you with those pretty blue eyes that were smudged with eyeliner.

You didn't want to answer that. He already knew it, so why is he asking? How could someone not get so turned on by a hot emo guy. Especially one that knows how to use his dick. He wasn't just good at using that, though. His fingers and his mouth were great, too.

Though, at first, he wasn't exactly as good as he is now. The first time he fingered you, he had no idea what he was doing. The first time he ate you out? He didn't know lots about that either despite all the porn he watched. It took him a couple times to get it all right, and by the 4th time he tried fingering/eating you out, he was real good at it.

The first time he stuck his dick in you, he came almost immediately and was so embarrassed about it, but that didn't stop him from continuing to thrust in and out of you. You wouldn't ever forget that moment cause once he came, he made the cutest little whimper ever. His face was flushed, and his eyebrows were pinched together, moaning and panting.

That was the first time he ever had sex, too. It felt so good, he didn't wanna stop even after cumming 3 more times. He was also just so obsessed with the wet noises your pussy would make with every thrust. Every moan you let out gave him less reason to stop.

“What, cat got your tongue? Can't tell me that your panties and practically stuck to that pretty pussy?” He snaps you out of your trance. “Mm, no.. was just thinking.”, “About what?” By this time, he already had you in only your bra and underwear, taking in the sight before him.

“The first time we fucked..” You admit to him, feeling his boner. “Fuck, you had me feelin’ so good that night, princess.” You help him out of his shorts, revealing his hard cock since he had no boxers on underneath. You rubbed the tip, making his hips jerk up a little bit. “Moaning your name like a little bitch ‘n shit.” He moved his hips against your fingers.

He shifted himself to where his dick met the fabric of your panties. Sam started thrusting against them, letting out small moans. “Please let me feel like that again, babe. please please please let me fuck you. I've been waiting so damn long.” It had been almost a month since you've had sex with him.

You thought of riding him so you could see his pretty face get all scrunched up when hes about to cum, but you remembered how much of a thing he had for you arching your back for him. “Should blow my back out.” You kiss his cheeks while he still thrusted against your clothed clit. “Mm, I'd love that.”

So, here you were. Moaning out his name into a pillow, but also hearing those cute noises of his. “Shit, shit, shit,” He moaned, smacking your ass and watching it jiggle with every thrust he made. “Yeah, mhm, you're so pretty, sweet girl. Mm, could do this forever.” He suddenly flipped you around and placed his hand on your tummy.

“You're so soft, oh my God.” He squeezed it a little, then moved his hand to your puffy cheeks. “So pretty,” He whimpered, letting you know he was close. “Uh—fuck. ‘m so close. Oh, you're so good.”, “So. Fucking. Good.” He thrusted with every word.

“Sam, Im gonna cum!” You hold onto his arm. “Gonna cum? So do it then, baby. Cum all over my cock, beautiful. Can do it, come on.” He led you on until he felt you tighten around him and release yourself onto his dick. It took him a few more thrusts to cum, but once he did, he pulled out and lay on you, hands grabbing onto your titties.

“Fuck, princess.” He panted and slid down to kiss your tummy, thighs, and everywhere that you were insecure. “Don't ever call yourself unattractive. I'd rather have my cuddly, chubby girlfriend than any other girl.”

Your boyfriend was truly the sweetest.

#hayden christensen #sam monroe #life as a house #sam monroe x you #sam monroe x reader #sam monroe drabble #sam monroe fanfiction #sam monroe smut #sam monroe imagine #sam monroe x chubby!girlfriend

[tomssexdoll]

hear me out 😓 so yk pheromone perfume?? imagine reader wearing it while spending the night with Bill, Bill being the dirty minded man he is, literally cannot stop imagining abt pounding into reader, rearranging her guts for her, (how nice of him 🤗) and imagining her sitting on his face, and after getting caught up in his dirty thoughts, he realized he was thinking abt his best friend, and he couldn’t do that, or could he? reader being super innocent, and everything like that, Bill just wants to corrupt her so damn badly, and later that night, she wakes up to wet slapping noises (i wonder what it is 🤔) and it was Bill jerking off, and he was WHIMPERING AND WHINING like the slut he is 😞🙏 reader felt the familiar heated pleasure in her tummy, Bill found out she was awake, and did what he had imagined about to her, he had her consent of course, but my god was he submissive, whiny, and whimper-y, and crying, just because it felt so good.

ooo yes

Whiney boy

PAIRINGS: Bill 2011 x Female reader

CONTENT: SMUT

SYPNOSIS: Y/N bought a new popular perfume called "pheromone perfume", she put some on during the day when she was out with some friends, later during the night she slept over at Bills house, figuring the perfume had wiltered by now. But she was wrong....

A/N: fuck me bill pls

WARNINGS: dom!bill, sub!reader, p in v (missionary), face sitting/eating out, bill jerking off

I had tried out this new perfume my friends had all been talking about, supposedly it was made to make men more attracted to you or go crazy over you? It was called pheromone perfume, it came in a small bottle with a roll on attatchment.

I read the instructions, putting it on my neck, wrists and ankles. I was trying to test the waters, see if any guys would come up to me because I was going out to lunch with my friends.

After lunch I called Bill, asking to come over for the night since I didn't want to be alone at home, and also cause I wanted to see him. He agreed and I drove to his place, going inside and greeting him.

"Hey Bill!" I smiled, engulfing him in a tight hug, squeezing him gently. "Hey y/n" he chuckled "cmon, lets go to my room" he took my hand, leading me to his room.

Bills POV:

As we were watching a movie, I noticed Y/N smelt different than usual, she smelt...so..sexy..

I slowly wrapped my arm around her shoulder, resting my head on her, inhaling her scent once more. It was like drugs, so addicting. It was making me feel something I have never felt before.

I bit my lip, starting to imagine me pounding into y/n relentessly, her face filled with tears and her makeup smudged, begging for more. Then, I imagined her sat on my face, me licking and sucking on her perfect wet pussy, making her cry out in pleasure.

Gripping tightly onto her hips as my cock slid in and out of her, how she moaned my name out so perfectly, balls slapping against her ass, the headboard slamming into the wall.

Her legs shaking as I assaulted her pussy with my tongue, the way she wouldn't be able to walk the next day.

I finally snapped out of my senses, Y/N had softly shook me, "are you ok Bill, you've been very quiet.." she said, concern filling her voice. How cute, she was worried about me.

Little did she know, I was thinking about obliterating her gorgeous pussy.

I felt bad, I was thinking about my best friend in such a dirty way, I couldnt do any of the things I imagined...or could I? She was so innocent, so kind and delicate and I was thinking of her in such a slutty way.

I sighed, "yeah, just a bit tired that's all" I smiled softly, looking up at her doe eyes. She nodded and softly stroked my hair, finishing the rest of the movie with me.

Y/NS pov:

As the movie finished I started to get ready for bed, taking a shower and brushing my teeth, doing my skincare and putting my pyjamas on. I decided to wear a bralette and some short shorts, it was Bill after all, he was my best friend, he didn't care.

I climbed into bed, Bill following shortly after and kissing my cheek playfully, "goodnight knucklehead, sleep well" he chuckled, I giggled and turned around, my back facing him and closing my eyes, slowly falling asleep.

I woke up, looking at the clock, it read 2am. I kept on hearing this weird wet slapping noise, I tried to ignore it but it just got louder. I turned around to see if Bill was ok, I was met with him jerking off, his hand roughly stroking his cock.

The moonlight illuminated on his face, his eyes were screwed shut and he was whimpering softly, his lips slightly parted open. "Fuck..y/n..mm" he whined.

I couldn't lie, seeing him like that made me feel some type of way..I felt a weird familiar feeling in my stomach, traveling down to my heat. "Holy fuck..." I whispered, Bill gasped and turned over to me, realizing I was awake.

"Oh fuck! I'm so sorry y/n!" he screamed, covering himself with the sheets. "No..no.." I whispered, getting up and slowly climbing on his lap, smashing my lips into his.

He instantly kissed back, moving his hands up and down my back, caressing softly. I moaned into the kiss, his cock grinding against my clothed pussy.

"Need your pussy so bad.." he mumbled onto my lips, tugging at my shorts. I helped him and shoved them off, along with my panties and threw them across the room, "get on my face baby...sit on it" he whined, practically begging.

I nodded and he moved down a little, leaving me more room. I hovered my wet pussy over his face, he wrapped his arms around my thighs and shoved me down onto his face, brutally licking and sucking at my pussy.

The pleasure was so much all at once, everything going from 0 to 100 in the span of a few minutes. "Oh fuck!" I moaned, trying to stabilize myself on him.

"Mmm..oh god" he whimpered against my pussy, his moans vibrating on my clit and sending intense shock waves through my body. He pushed my pussy onto his face harder, his tongue dipping into my wetness.

"You're so fucking sexy" he moaned against my pussy, slurping all my juices, flicking his tongue against my sensitive bud. I could feel his lip piercing shift on my pussy, occasionaly rubbing on my clit, making me shudder.

"Gonna cum!" I cried out, my legs shaking.

"Cum for me baby...give me it all" he groaned, licking my clit faster, kissing my hole. I reached down and gripped onto the sheets, my orgasm quickly approaching.

"Oh fuck!" I whined before my orgasm crashed down, cumming all over his mouth. He instantly started licking and slurping all that I gave him, like it was a teasure, making sure to not leave a single drop.

Eventually I got up, falling onto the bed, he turned to me and smiled, wiping around his mouth and getting on top of me, his cock basically begging to be pleasured, it was throbbing and leaking pre cum.

I bit my lip, him allinging his tip at my entrance and shoving himself in, bottoming himself out in less then a second. Whining at the tightness of my pussy, "ohh fuck!" he cried out, slamming his cock into me.

His hands flew to my hips, holding them with such force. "So fucking good" he grunted, his head lolling back and his eyes screwing shut. His body so toned, sweat dripping down his arms.

I bit my lip, the sight in front of me made me even more turned on. He grabbed my legs and slung them over his shoulder, ramming his fat cock into my hole, the new angle making his tip hit my sweet spot directly, piercing into it and making me scream out in pleasure.

"Fuckk!" I whined, he leaned down and started to kiss my neck and chest, sucking roughly and leaving marks, "ah!" I winced as he softly bit onto the skin, his cock sliding in and out of me perfectly.

My pussy clenched tightly around his cock, a knot forming in my stomach. "So tight..fuck.." he whined, cock throbbing in me.

Slamming into me brutally, leaving no mercy for my cunt, driving us both slowly to our orgasms. His grip on my legs loosened a bit, his thrusts becoming sloppy.

"Harder!" I whimpered at his sudden faltered movements, he sighed and picked the pace up again, pounding his cock into me. Tears fell down my cheeks, the pleasure so good yet so overwhelming. I felt my pussy clench around his cock again, my orgasm building up again.

"Mmm!" I cried out, cumming all over his cock, straight after he whined loudly and shot his load deep into me, his thick cum coating my walls perfectly.

"Holy shit..." he panted, collapsing on top of me, "that was so good" I giggled softly, kissing his forehead softly. He smiled and brushed a couple stray hairs away from my forehead.

"I didn't know best friends did this sort of thing" I smirked, teasing him. He chuckled and smacked my arm softly "oh shut up, that perfume made me go fucking crazy" he growled lowly, my eyes widened, realizing the perfume I wore earlier today worked on the person I least expected it to work on.

"About that...it's called pheromone perfume and it makes men go insane..." I confessed quietly, "you were doing some voodoo shit on me? what the fuck!" he yelled, I laughed and shook my head "it was meant to lour other men earlier today when I went out with my friends but I guess the perfume wanted you the most."

He smiled, "I guess so."

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[sugar-omi]

That last ask making me think of MC sending Derek a video of themselves riding a toy while saying his name or MC calling and saying dirty things to Derek while he touches himself. This can either be in step 3 or step 4.

If this was in step 3, imagine the fucking yearning and if this was if MC was very clear about their feelings for him before he became too busy.

no because now you got me thinking abt it...

what if you and derek are on the phone late at night, trying to milk every second before you have to go about your separate days. derek insists you don't worry about him getting enough sleep for practice, and his lack of sleep makes his lips looser than usual, saying in a raspy, although laced thickly with drowsiness, tone: "hearing your voice is worth a lot more than sleep."

every minute you talk on the phone, the topic gets more ridiculous, both of you muffling your laughs so as not to wake others. if you're on facetime, you can't decide if it's your bleary eyes making derek's expression look dreamy or if it's your wishful thinking.

imagine you start reading some of your sister's old magazines from when she was a teen, reading the questions targeted towards teen girls and the exerts about boys and "what your crushes favorite color means for you"

you're both giggling at the silliness of some of the pages, answering some of them or ranting about how something makes no sense, and that your favorite food has nothing to do with your future career. derek even loudly rants about all the celebrity gossip from back then.

but imagine the light conversation turns dirty.. maybe you looked up some questions to ask friends when hanging out late at night, or maybe you decide to play truth or dare or never have I ever (that was my first thought)

but yknow those questions from those dirty card games you play with your girlfriends or partners? imagine you start asking each other those questions..

what turns you on? have you ever had a dirty thought about someone you know? what's your biggest sexual fantasy? have you ever had a wet dream? do you prefer to top or bottom in bed?..

just on and on.. derek’s cheeks are flushed, and he bites his lip when you ask certain questions, his lashes fluttering.

if you really pay attention.. you can see how his throat bobs when he swallows when you give a particularly nasty answer.

you're both so tired, you can even remember the turning point. but now you have your lamp flicked on, giving a decent amount of light for the show you're putting on for derek..

he'd be so flustered. so hot, watching you fuck yourself with the toy. you can hear every pant and moan, every gasp and low curse and hiss of your name...

it's perfect. and it's nasty.

you don't know what you'll tell people when they ask how you got together, because saying that you confessed to each other while masturbating to each other getting off over facetime, is not a family friendly story...

derek's fucking his cock so pathetically. thrusting up into his hand, pre running over his knuckles and his cock making obscene wet sounds.

he's such a mess, and this turns him on beyond belief.

can't believe he has his lifelong crush with their ass facing the camera, your tit squished in your hand as you grope and twist your nipple / your cock leaking and twitching on your stomach, and you're desperately fucking yourself on the toy, doing short thrusts to minimize the squelching.

and the way his name falls from your lips.. he wishes he was there in person to hear it, and to have his lips on you. God he needs to kiss you, kiss your body, suck and lick every sensitive place..

he can't take it. cries out your name, tells you you're so pretty. you're amazing. he likes you so much, so so much. fuck, he can't believe you're doing this.. please don't stop, he's gonna cum, cum with him, please please please..

i hope you're paying attention, because the way derek fucking squirms all over hisbfist and tummy is so fucking hypnotic. you wish you would've screen recorded so that way you can see how his body twitches, his thighs flexing and his abs tightening as his cock twitches and pulses in his fist as he finishes

he's so pretty. so so pretty. and how his head falls back, showing the expanse of his throat. you could briefly see his eyes rolling back in pleasure.. it's just so cute

but also imagine being dared to send a nasty video to your crush..

and derek, who is so unsuspecting, just going about his day.. maybe he's practicing. or he's about to shower, or hanging out with the fam...

and you text him, asking if he's alone. he responds, already going somewhere secluded and making sure he has privacy. what if you're going to tell him something personal? he wants to make sure whatever you're going through, you can safely talk about with him

gets confused when you go on about how you hope you haven't read him wrong, n that you really like him. but... you like him as more than a friend. a lot more.

hardly has time to process your confession before you send a video, and his body is instantly washed over with heat as he sees your body from the beginning.

his heart seems like it's gonna jump out his chest, watching your hands inch down your body, slipping in two fingers, than three..

his head is spinning by the time you sink your toy in, and he's trembling when you gasp and moan, calling out his name as you sink inch by inch on the toy..

so torn between asking what the fuck, and why the fuck, and telling you he likes you too, and just pushing down his joggers and fisting his impossibly hard cock right now.

ends up calling you. his chest is full with both relief and a suffocating feeling. because he's so in love with you, but fuck you have him relied up. and he's so overwhelmed, he can hardly think straight

stutters out "do you mean it?"

curses when you say yeah. doesn't know what to do, hunches over the phone with his hand over his mouth. he's so happy, but it's impossible to ignore his hard-on

exhales when you ask if he liked your video.. wants to curse and just say back "what do you think?" but he's a gentleman, and it's not like you can see his expression. or his bulge..

growls out a yes, it's breathy and hot, and he hears some rustling, and some creaking followed by more rustling...

"what about this?"

he opens up your chat again, and if he wasn't already sittingp, he'd hit the floor. you've sent him a picture of you wearing his hoodie that he left behind last time he visited. that was a long time ago, he doesn't even have the mind to be bitter about how long its been.

so focused on how it hangs/hugs your body.

maybe you're tugging it down a bit, trying to cover your lower half pretty unsuccessfully. or you're pulling it up, just showing him everything.

he curses, still too engrossed in the picture to be embarrassed about you laughing about him cussing.

is so hypnotized by your voice, but when you suddenly gasp into the phone, and derek realizes what you're doing.. he'd shove off his joggers, taking his leaky cock into his hands as you ramble on..

telling him how much you fantasized about him. how you wanted, and want him. how when he does visit you, you could hardly focus because all you could think about was those arms wrapped around you, his hands slipping under your pants/skirt and fingerblasting you.

how you could hardly focus last time because he looked so good with a fresh haircut and his increasing strength.. all you wanted was his mouth on your sex, cradling his head between your thighs so all he could do was suck you off / eat you out and look at you with those pretty green eyes, all glassy and pleading..

he has to stuff his shirt in his mouth to stop all his moans, so deep in the rabbit hole of pleasure and dirty talk that he can't control himself.

pants and gasps when you say he probably looks so good right now.. that you wish you could see him. that you wish you could jerk him off instead, more than that even.

groans when you ask him to send you a video or picture back. need to see him, please? don't even be afraid to say that he owes you for the pic and video, because he'd have to agree.

props up his phone to take a video, his cock and chin visible. you can see how his abs tighten and his his muscles and veins flex and move as he fists his cock, he can't help but work his cock so furiously, he needs more. needs to make up for the pleasure he can't have with the distance between you

doesn't even care that he already came once while you were dirty talking him, just keeps working his poor sensitive, flushed cock.

tells you how he wishes it was you fucking his cock with your fist, how you looked so good.. how he wishes he was there.

promises he'd take care of you, that he wishes you would've just snatched him up and rode his face / fucked his throat last time like you wanted.

final straw is when you tell him to hurry up and visit you then, so you can make it a reality.

he's so spent.. limp, thighs shaking, and his cock twitching and leaking on his stomach, his cock jumping as it spurts out more cum, the liquid running down his length n balls

it makes such a good video. topped off with his teary eyes seen just before he turned off the video. don't be shy about playing it over n over again..

(still ends up sending you a picture a few days later on of him in his jersey, spent cock in his hands, his cheeks flushed n eyes heavy from his orgasm.. he's a tease, but let him tell it, it's his payment for your photo last time, as if that video wasn't like hitting the lottery.)

#olba #our life: beginnings & always #derek suarez smut #derek suarez x mc #derek suarez x reader #smut #derek suarez x reader smut

[girlokwhatever]

Hii! Could I possibly request hc of Paige with a gf who likes to nap?

paige bueckers x sleepy!reader hcs (i love this request, it’s so cutesy!!)

🫧𓇼𓏲*ੈ✩‧₊˚🎐 paige with a sleepy gf,,

— after you started dating, paige quickly discovered your love for sleep

— she’ll come see you at your dorm between your classes and you’re literally passed out

— the first time this happened she had been texting you, asking to come over. when you wouldn’t answer she came to check on you.

- she found you snoring on the couch.

— every time you go on road trips or she drives to either of your home towns, it only takes thirty minutes for you to fall asleep

— it was the sweetest thing the first time you asked her to nap with you

- you had both been watching a movie and you could feel yourself drifting off so you wrapped yourself around her and asked her if she wanted to nap with you, that big dopey smile draped on your face

- of course she said yes, there was no other choice

— you always ask her to give you back scratches and tummy rubs to help you fall asleep faster

— she has sunday at noon reserved every weekend because that’s your favorite time to nap

— she loves seeing you right after you wake up. because she misses you but also because you have that messy morning hair, even if you only napped for 25 minutes

— at first when you wouldn’t answer for awhile she would automatically think the worst thing happened, but now she knows there’s a 99% chance you’re just sleeping.

— since you always nap during the day, you can’t ever sleep at night

- she’ll stay awake with you until 2 am if you want

— you’ll just lay on her chest (sometimes you drool) and sleep while she plays on her phone or watches basketball

— the thing about paige, even if you’re sleeping right on top of her, she begins to miss you really quickly

- she’ll wake you up with kisses

— after any exciting or new experience you’re so exhausted and she knows you’ll sleep as soon as you hit the bed

— she has so many pictures of you in the funkiest places and positions just sleeping your ass off

- she thinks it’s funny to post them

— you’ve definitely almost missed some of her games because you woke up late from a nap

— paige always making comments like “no wonder you’re so pretty, you get like.. 12 hours of beauty sleep a day”

— “if you love me you’ll take a nap with me p”

- “it’s literally 10:30 in the morning”

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PURR OK

the requests are so good guys i’m eating them up

#paige buckets #paige bueckers #uconn wbb #paige bueckers smut #paige bueckers x reader #uconn huskies #uconn women’s basketball

[hxxsxxngx]

SUNOO 김순우 - INNOCENT ATTRACTION

Word Count 1.0k

Genre : Fluff

Content : brothersbestfriend!sunoo, any gender reader, cuddling, sleeping in same bed… other fluffy stuff lol

Synopsis : Sunoo is your brothers best friend and can’t help but to feel attracted to him.

Authors Note : This is my first sunoo post… p.s. let me know if y’all want me to make a smutty part 2 :)

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Sunoo was constantly at my house. Every day when I got out of class, my brother Jungwon would have Sunoo over. It felt like he practically lived there. But there was something that Jungwon didn’t know. Sunoo confessed his feelings to me long ago.

His confession caught me by suprise given that we never really interacted with eachother besides when he’s at my house, but I will admit that there were many times where I caught him looking at me for longer than he should have been. I can also admit that Sunoo isn’t the ugliest person in the world. The prettiest people are the ones you look at when they don’t notice it. And that is exactly how it went for a few months. I always ignored him because I thought that maybe he just had a weird thing about me and Jungwon is just making up stories to cover up. But as the time passed, Sunoo became more and more bold in his actions.

He started leaving flowers on my desk or bringing me snacks and chocolates. He even tried kissing my cheek once. I knew he liked me so I pretended that I didn’t feel anything at all. That way I wouldn’t be able to tell him to stop coming over or make an excuse that he could come back anytime he wants. I wouldn’t say I have a crush on him, but I definitely liked the attention he was giving me, and I wasn’t going to be the one to tell him to stop.

I still haven’t told Jungwon that Sunoo likes me since the whole situation is still new to me. I want to talk to him, but I have no idea what to say to him or what he will do if I tell him. I think it will be best for me to keep this between us for now and just see how things go from here.

Jungwon was an early bird and Sunoo was a night owl. Everytime Sunoo spent the night in Jungwons room, he would stay up a lot later than him and there would be many times I would get midnight texts from him.

Sunoo:

Hey are you up?

(Y/N):

yeah what is it this time

Sunoo:

Heyyyy don’t be like that :(

Would you like someone to accompany you?

(Y/N):

i am really trying to sleep but if his snoring is that loud then i can make a bed of the floor for you in my room.

Sunoo:

Okay I will be there in a sec

Sunoo slowly creeps out of Jungwons room, making sure to turn the door knob quietly and to not make a sound. Few seconds later I hear a tap at my door.

“That was quick, I havnt even made your bed yet” I said opening the door.

“That’s fine, I can wait”

He makes way into my room and plops down onto my bed. I reach into my closet to grab some blankets to lay on the floor and I notice Sunoo crawling under my covers, getting a little too comfortable.

“You aren’t sleeping there” I snap

All I hear is a groan.

I continue laying out the blankets and crawl into my bed. “Your bed is ready” his eyes are half closed. I roll my eyes and thump his forehead.

“Pleaseee can I stay here? I am already comfortable and warm, and floor is cold and hard” he begs.

“Fine but stay on your side”

He smiles and quickly falls into sleep.

———————————————

About an our or two into the night, I guess I back up a little too far, to where my back is in Sunoo chest. He doesn’t have a negative reaction. Instead he snakes his around under my shirt around my stomach and rests his hand on my tummy. I am not compelled to move it, actually I didn’t mind it at all supprisingly.

My eyes start to fall closed and the feeling of falling asleep slowly becomes stronger. Sunoo seems to be taking a liking to this position so I let myself relax into it. When I feel Sunoo’s warm breath against the nape of my neck it sent shivers down my spine.

“Have I ever told you how good you smell?” he whispers into my ear.

I shake my head and pull away from him, trying to sit up. Before I can Sunoo pulls me back toward him. This causes a small smile to tug at the corner of my lips. “No, I don’t want you to go” he says tiredly. He runs his finger through my hair softly and gently, it is very relaxing to have someone pamper me like this. Someone who genuinely cared for me.

His body is so large and warm, I couldn’t deny that I actually liked cuddling with him. Maybe I do feel something for him. Maybe I have been denying my feeling in fear of ruining my relationship with Jungwon. Maybe it wasn’t just an infatuation. I sigh and rest my head back down. He continues stroking through my hair and he rubs my sides slowly and softly. I feel myself drifting off again. Eventually, we both fell asleep.

#enhypen #enhypen x reader #enhypen jungwon #heeseung #jungwon #enhypen niki #enhypen sunoo #kpop #stray kids #heeseung smut #enhypen sunghoon #enhypen jay #engene #enha #enhypen jake #jake enhypen #enhypen fanfiction #enhypen fluff #kim sunoo #sunoo #enha sunoo #sunoo x reader #sunoo fluff #heeseung x reader

[captainfern]

thinking about captain john price being built like this

oh… (18+, gn!reader)

in my humblest of opinions, the ‘strong dad bod’ is one of the sexiest fucking builds a man can have and i can’t stop thinking about them

especially if price had one *screams into my pillow like an idiot*

can you imagine how obsessed he’d be with draping his body over yours ?? like if you’re at the kitchen counter, or standing on your toes to reach something on a high shelf, price would be smushing himself right up against your back

big arms wrapping around your torso, large hands splayed over the softness of your belly, the warm mounds of his pectorals and stomach pressed firmly against your back

he’d tuck his head against your shoulder and kiss your neck and the side of your face, pushing more of his weight onto you

such a good hugger, so warm and cozy and safe <3 would also be used as a human weighted blanket and i’d hope to god he’d trap me beneath him oh my god

imagine running your hands up and down the smooth, fatty ridges of muscle that took up most of his abdomen and arms. the hair too !! ugh i’d just pet him for hours like a little cat lol

*sarah paulson voice* THE HORNY IS ESCAPING !!!

thinking about the feel of this kind of body draped over your back as he fucked you hard into the mattress, both of his hands on your hips and keeping you pinned so that he could rut into you like a man starved

mmm or his large hands wrapped around your legs and keeping them bent up towards your head while he drills into you, his own soft tummy rubbing against yours

price with a muscly dad bod like this would make you put your legs over his wide shoulders while he’s eating you out, one hand on the pudge of your lower stomach and the other squeezing the flesh of your arse

god his cock would be so fucking thick like don’t even get me started 😭

he’d stretch you open so well too, make you come almost one too many times before he’s easing himself into you and stretching you open with a moan of your name

or or you’d ride him and constantly running your hands and/or nails up and down the soft dips of his body, moaning as his cock hit so deep and almost made you come within mere seconds of sinking down onto his cock lmao

i’m so horny for price and this type of body oh my god i just can’t

#captainfern #captain john price #captain john price smut #price smut #call of duty #call of duty smut #going insane oh my fucking god

[ickadori]

++ 𝐘𝐔𝐉𝐈/𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀

[summary] during a playful fight between you and yuji, sukuna decides to make an appearance and air out yuji’s dirty secrets.

[cws] fem reader. dubcon. lewd use of sukuna’s tummy mouth. exhibitionism -> you’re in public but no one is around. one mention of a misogynist comment from sukuna. yuji thinks about you a lot. unedited.

“Do you …hah, do you give up yet?” Yuji pants as he has you pinned underneath him, sweat dripping off the ends of his hair and landing on your forehead.

You’d cringe and shrink away if you weren’t so determined to win this mock fight (never mind that you were drenched in your own sweat, as well).

“Absolutely not.” You grit out, hips futilely bucking up to try and get him off you. He barely budges, even having the nerve to laugh as he watches you struggle. You can hear Nobara booing quite enthusiastically, while Megumi grumbles about being late for class and having to hear ‘Gojo’s annoying mouth’.

“Ya know you’re not gonna win, so just give up already and agree to hosting movie night in my dorm this time!”

“Never! No one wants to stare at pin-up posters all night, plus your tv is too small, and your bed always smells like Doritos, and—”

“Geez, just say you hate me, why don’t you.” He rolls his eyes, going to sit back on his haunches as he stays straddling your waist. You kiss at your teeth, trying once more to buck him up while simultaneously bringing your hands up and shoving at his stomach. “And my bed does not smell like Doritos! Does it?” He snaps his head over to look at Nobara and Megumi.

“The cool ranch ones.” Nobara says, and Megumi nods in agreement. “Aka, the nastiest flavor.” Yuji gasps dramatically.

“That’s the best flavor! How dare you…” As he bickers back and forth with Nobara, you focus a little cursed energy into your hands. “…says the girl who eats pickles with whipped cream like she’s pregnant or someth—!”

In the blink of an eye you’ve got Yuji on his back as you straddle his stomach, a triumphant grin on your face as you keep your hands on his shoulders to keep him pinned flat against the ground. “Aha!”

“That’s cheating!” Yuji frowns up at you.

“No, it isn’t! It’s called strategizing.”

“Cheating!”

“I’m going to class.” Megumi begins to walk off, hands stuffed in his pockets, and you shout after him.

“Movie night is in my dorm!”

“Hey!” Yuji interrupts.

“Bring good snacks only!” You finish, and then Nobara is the next to go, jogging to catch up with Megumi as she flashes the both of you an amused grin.

“Cheater.” Yuji grumbles once it’s just you two, and you snicker as you let go of his shoulders and sit up, not bothering to stand up just yet. “Using cursed energy against your friend… you should be ashamed.”

“You literally threw a spear at me yesterday and it almost killed me.”

“That’s different! We were training, and I didn’t mean to throw it that hard.” His expression turned sheepish as he avoided your eyes, and you pursed your lips as you tapped his nose with the pad of your index finger. He wriggled it in response, and you softly laughed as you did it again.

“It’s fine, just know that you had it coming when I try to kill you in the future, mkay?” He blinks up at you.

“You’re creepy, you know that?”

“Says the boy with a third eyeball on his cheek.” This time you do cringe, watching as the red eye blinks open before settling on you.

“Wha—Sukuna!” Yuji snaps, hand moving to slap over the eye and cover it. “You should probably go now before he fully wakes up … you know how he is.” A pink hue bleeds into Yuji’s cheeks as he averts his eyes, and you feel your own face warm as you nod.

“Yeah,” you agree. Sukuna had always been insufferable from the moment you befriended Yuji, always piping up with mean, critiquing comments that bordered on being cruel. The comments had started with him bashing your fighting skills during your trainings with Yuji, quips of ‘you’re so slow - it’s a wonder you aren’t dead yet’, or ‘women on the battlefield is a bad fucking joke - hasn’t anyone ever taught you your place’, or ones that had left you teary-eyed and which you refuse to repeat.

Yeah, Sukuna was an asshole, which wasn’t a surprise to anyone, and you’d rather not have your day ruined before you even made it to your first class.

“I’ll see you tonight, Yuji.” You place your hands on his chest, about to use him to push yourself up to your feet, but a low, raspy voice has you stopping in your tracks.

“You’re sitting on my mouth.” Sukuna abruptly says, and you blink in confusion, your eyes flitting between Yuji’s and where you’re sitting.

“What?”

“Y-You should go now,” Yuji tries, but Sukuna is talking again and drowning him out.

“Your pussy, that hot thing between your legs, it’s on my mouth. See?” Something moves underneath you, and you flinch at the sound of fabric tearing before a yelp is leaving your mouth when something thick, damp and warm is pushing up between your legs and pressing against your clothed cunt. “You should be careful where you put that thing, y’know.”

He talks through the mouth on Yuji’s hand, and your fingers curl into the fabric of his shirt as Sukuna swipes his tongue against you again, his saliva wetting the fabric of your underwear.

“Sukuna, st—”

“Sit back and shut up.” Yuji falls silent in an instant, and a wave of panic washes over you when you see his eyes gloss over and his head fall back against the grass, black markings etching their way onto his face. A grin stretches across his face, and hands move to lock around your hips, fingers pushing into your flesh as he makes sure you can’t go anywhere. “That’s better.”

“Y-Yuji?” You sound breathless, and you gasp when his tongue worms its way past your panties to swipe in-between your folds. “Yuji!”

“Relax,” he rolls his eyes, “the brat is still here. Watching and listening, he’s not gonna miss a thing, don’t you worry.” You don’t know if that’s worse or better—Yuji being aware of what’s happening, being able to see your face contort each time that tongue flicks at your clit, being able to hear the noises you try and fail to subdue.

“Stop,” your voice sounds weak to your own ears, and Sukuna guffaws, tongue forcing its way up into your cunt, the action eliciting a lewd squelch as he rubs against your walls.

“Stop.” He parrots back at you, hands tightening around your hips, and you duck your head down when his tongue leaves your hole to instead focus its attention back on your clit. “I don’t know what the brat gets all worked up about—yeah, you’ve got a sweet pussy and a nice pair of tits, but you’re a real fuckin’ tease. Rolling around with a boy in that flimsy little skirt and grinding your cunt up against him. Tch.”

“I wasn—Sukuna!” You jump when his teeth graze against your folds, the thought of him possibly biting you making a shiver of fear run up your spine.

“He wants to fuck you.” He couples the reveal with a harsh suck. “Fuck this cunt that I’m tonguing down - the pervert can’t go five minutes in a room with you without thinking about it.” Your ears burn as a fresh wave of slick rushes out of you, thighs trembling where they rest around his thick waist. “He’s too worried about scaring you off to do anything about it, though… but I don’t think he has anything to worry about, does he? Look at you.”

A whimper leaves your mouth, and you quickly sink your teeth into your bottom lip, not succeeding in blocking out the slurping, tacky sounds coming from between your legs. You want to stand up, get his mouth away from you so you can think straight, because your mind is all jumbled and fuzzy and screwy, and his words, his crude words that always made your skin hot and your stomach churn, is making it churn for another reason now.

“Won’t you give him a show, hm?” You barely register his words, and you yelp when his hand makes contact with your ass, fingers kneading at the doughy flesh as he repeats his earlier words. “Take your tits out.”

“No,” you warble, your hands weakly pushing at his wrists, a poor attempt to get him to stop moving your hips back and forth, forcing your cunt to side back and forth over his flattened tongue. “Sukuna, please.”

“Take ‘em out yourself, or I’ll do it for you and leave you to walk back to your dorm with nothing on.” You hesitate, eyes wet as you nervously lick at your lips, and when he makes a move for your shirt, you quickly begin to undo the buttons, fingers clumsy as they fumble repeatedly. “Good pet.”

Your blouse falls open as you undo the last button, revealing the pink bra you have on underneath, and you squeeze your eyes shut as you pull the cups of your bras down, fully exposing yourself Sukuna’s eyes .. and Yuji’s, too oh God.

The reminder that Yuji can see everything that’s happening sends a fleet of butterflies to your stomach, and you kick yourself mentally when you find yourself jutting out your chest just a bit. Does he like them, the thoughts zips through your mind, and you don’t have time to question where the hell it came from before hands are roughly squeezing at them, calloused fingers pinching and twisting at your nipples.

“Are they as good as you imagined, kid? Cause you imagine them a lot.” Sukuna smirks, and then he’s snapping his eyes up to yours. “You wanna know what he thinks about doing to them?” His tongue lazily laps at your folds, occasionally parting them to venture down to your clenching hole and take a dip inside before repeating the process.

Sukuna doesn’t wait for your answer.

“He thinks about putting his cock between them, pushing them together so it’s nice and tight and fucking them.” He demonstrates, hands pushing your breasts together, and you can’t help but watch his hands as they grope and fondle you. “Thinks about how they’d bounce when he’s got you riding his cock.” His hands leave your breasts to instead grip your hips, and you gasp when easily lifts you, just to drop you back down onto his tongue, the appendage sliding into your cunt and reaching deep.

“Sukuna!”

He continues to lift you up and down, forcing you to ride his tongue, and his eyes stay locked on your bouncing breasts, lips still fixed in that same smirk. “You gonna come?” You feel as if his words are directed at more than just you. He moves you faster, nails biting into your skin, and your face contorts into one of bliss as you hold onto his wrists as tight as you can, eyes fluttering shut as your pussy clamps down.

He pulls you down for the final time, mouth latched onto your cunt as you come, greedy gulps and sucks sounding as he swallows down your slick, his hands moving from your hips to your back. He roughly pulls you towards his face, and a whimper-y moan forces itself out of you as his lips wrap around a stiff nipple, teeth sinking in before he’s soothing the sting away with his tongue.

You sag against him, ragged breaths disturbing tufts of pink hair, and the aggressive sucking on your breast morphs into softer, gentler sucks, the nails that had been scratching at your back replaced with gentle caresses, and the tongue and mouth that had been abusing your now puffy and sore cunt is gone.

“Yuji.” You sigh, and he hums around you before his whole body goes stiff, tongue pausing its gentle swipe against your nipple, and hands slowly moving away from you. The heat against your chest is sweltering, and you push yourself up on shaky arms, tiredly blinking down at his red face.

“I’m so sorry! I didn’t know he would do that or say those things! I-I don’t even know why he said all those things, I don’t think about you like that, I swear!” He goes off into a tangent, eyes darting between your face and your breasts, and you sigh again before leaning back down to push your lips against his.

The kiss is chaste and quick, and when you pull back your face is as hot as his, and you become acutely aware of your state of dress, hands fumbling to fix your bra and redo your shirt as you avert your gaze.

“What was that for?”

“You… you wouldn’t stop talking.” You defend as you fix the last button, and then you’re struggling to your feet before Yuji finally frees himself from his stupor and helps you. He pulls away from you and takes a few steps back, the both of you staring at each other in silence for a bit, and your eyes widen when you see his shirt has been ripped away around the stomach, the skin there wet from you and his happy trail glistening with your juices.

“I-”

“You-”

“Sorry, you go.” You both interrupt each other again.

“He-”

“We-”

You heave out a breath as he groans, and when he goes to say something else to wave your hands back and forth, stopping him short. “Let’s never talk about this again.”

“Oh… okay! Yeah! Okay! Lips are sealed.” He motions to lock his lips and throw away the key, and you can’t help but smile just a bit.

“Okay.” You nod, hands twisting together, and there’s another uncomfortable silence before he speaks up again.

“I can, um, walk you to class?”

“Oka—oh, your shirt.” You gesture to his ruined uniform, and he looks down as his eyebrows raise.

“How’d that happen—oh, yeah.” He looks at you, and you roll your lips into your mouth. “I guess I should change then.” You nod. “I’ll see you tonight then, right? For movie night?” Could you really sit through a movie with him after what Sukuna just did, after what he told you? An ache starts as you recall what he had revealed to you, and your eyes meet Yuji’s as you nod again.

“Yeah. Tonight.”

#yuji x reader #sukuna x reader #jjk x reader #jujitsu kaisen x reader #jjk smut

[soap-ify]

thinking about laying beside simon on the bed, your head resting on his shoulder while his hands held a book that you had gifted him, his eyes fixed on the text.

your fingers absentmindedly traced over the scars on his chest, letting your soft fingertips draw over the rough sunken skin of the healed gashes — a painful story written in each of them. and you wanted to read it all, read every scar and cut, kiss all of it, absorb it so you could share it with him — a connection only you’d ever have with him.

your fingers slowly found their way to his stomach, hand caressing the muscles that had softened up ever since he had come home from deployment, your eyes noticing the stretch marks starting on the sides of his tummy that you adored so much. pale lines adorning his skin, urging you to probe them too, your hand touching him so gently — an angel soothing a wounded soldier.

simon is gorgeous, too gorgeous. he never seemingly saw it the way you did. “you’re so pretty…” you lazily whispered, pressing a soft kiss on his shoulder.

you were the warmth his cold heart sought, the fire that melted him, the sun that gave his moon the light he never thought he’d see. he needed you in the way a man needed a god, in a way a plant yearned for water. and you were happy to give it all to him, everything for your sweet simon.

“you tryin’ to tickle me, love?” his gruff voice broke you out of your trance, your eyes finding his which were no longer looking at the book, an intrigued grin playing on his lips that made you giggle heartedly and give his stomach some pats.

“maybe.”

#teared up while writing this because he really is so beautiful :( sobs shakes #im a simon with stretchmarks truther !!! #ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley #simon ghost riley #cod x reader #cod fluff #call of duty #rurufic

[sweetiecutie]

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x fem! Reader

Warnings: smut, headlock🤤, unprotected sex, creampie, a bit of fluff at the end

A/n: as promised, as soon as I came out of the cinema I started working on this! It’s not as nasty as I wanted it to be, but I’ll work on that🩷

Your bedroom smelled strongly of sex and sweat, loud moans along with praise mixed with degrading were bouncing off the tall walls, surely gaining the two of you a few noise complaints the next day. You were splayed in the middle of your huge queen-sized bed, head pressed into soft pillows and ass high up in the air as your boyfriend was dogging the shit out of you, making sure that your pussy was raw and thoroughly fucked.

You’ve been at it for hours - your sheets were wet with sweat and other bodily fluids, your ass felt hot from all the spanks Miguel generously delivered. Your throat felt sore from all the moaning and previous face-fucking, musky taste of Miguel’s cock still lingered on your tongue. You felt like a rag doll in your lover’s strong arms, too tired to move by yourself, but too greedy for pleasure to actually stop this sweet torture.

Miguel yanked your hips up higher, getting a firm grip on your waist; he shifted a bit, placing one foot on the mattress for better range of movements. A string of loud mewls along with shameless moans poured out of your kiss-swollen lips as brunette absolutely ravaged you - he pounded your poor dripping pussy with so much vigor that your body shifted forward with each thrust, heavy balls slapping against your clammy skin with loud smacking sounds. Miguel’s large hands moved to smack your pretty ass so it jiggled in his palms, relishing to grab and mold your pliable flesh afterwards.

- Just look at this greedy pussy, taking every inch of me like a cock-hungry slut. Bet you were thinking about it whole day long, huh? - Miguel rasped above you, his filthy words caused heat rising up to your cheeks as you buried your face even deeper into soft pillows, but they couldn’t hide your reddened ears form his sharp eyes.

Miguel leaned down, one massive arm sliding underneath your neck, so that your chin was tucked right in the hollow of his elbow; a few moments later your face was squished in between male’s bulking bicep and a thick forearm, trapped in a firm headlock. He put most of his body weight onto your small body, pounding your dripping cunt into the bouncy mattress, stretching you out on his mighty girth, making your eyes roll back in intense pleasure. You felt Miguel’s free hand slipping underneath your tummy, finding your throbbing needy clit in no time and massaging it brutally with rough fingertips, matching the roughness of his hips slamming into you from behind.

- Oh baby, you’re drooling, - Miguel tutted in feigned pity, his hot lips brushing the shell of your ear, making hairs on the back of your neck rise.

His words brought you out of heavy haze of pleasure, bringing some consciousness to your foggy mind. And, indeed, your chin felt cooler because of your drool covering it, some even dribbled down onto Miguel’s arm, getting in between your chin and his inner elbow. Your hands came to his arm around your neck, fingers digging into firm muscles, leaving crescent-shaped marks on scarred skin.

- Mig..uel, I’m-

- Shhh, my love. Don’t you worry, I’ll take good care of you, - Miguel shushed you softly, his hips slapping against your ass with even more vigor, making you momentarily forget whatever it was that you wanted to say.

He hissed as he felt your velvety walls clenching around him, the suckle of your pussy sent his hips bucking and forcing his cock impossibly deeper into your cunt. A familiar coil makes itself knows in the pit of your stomach - a telltale sign of your next orgasm approaching rapidly.

- Oh fuck bunny, fuck fuck fuck. Gonna fill that pussy with my cum, full and nice, yeah? You’d like that, wouldn’t you? - Miguel rambled next to your ear as his pace became faster and sloppier.

- Pl..ease. Fuck, need.. it. ‘m so close, - you managed to stutter through

Your body prickled with desire and heat, Miguel’s fingers worked diligently on your clit along with his massive cock spreading you open, thick cockhead mushing against all of your sweet spots - he very soon had you cumming all around him, wringing a mind-blowing orgasm out of your exhausted body, your release leaving a noticeable white ring on the base of his dick.

A string or curses and quiet whimpers reached your ears as Miguel’s snapped his hips into yours quickly before stilling completely. Strong shudder ran through male’s massive body and, with a final moan, he shoot his thick cum inside of your fluttering heat, flooding your insides with his warmth.

Miguel went slack against your back, his body mounding against yours as he laid atop of you, making you squeak quietly under his weight. He chuckled airily as he rolled off you to the side, sliding his softening cock out of your bruised pussy. You whined at the feeling of emptiness, warm sperm dripped out in a small dribble, staining your slit and sheets underneath you. Miguel scooped you up in his big arms and maneuvered you to lay on top of his heaving chest, thick fingers tangled in your messy hair, massaging your scalp lovingly.

You took a deep breath, cuddling deeper into your lover’s neck, wrapping one arm around his broad shoulders. Your eyelids felt too heavy and Miguel felt too comfy to lay on, so you were fighting off sleep as much as you could.

- Go to sleep baby, I’ll clean everything up, - you heard a soft murmur, warm lips kissing your forehead in a comforting manner. You hummed in acknowledgment, getting more comfortable in Miguel’s arms.

- Love you, - you whispered tiredly, sleep heavy on your lids.

- Love you too angel

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[valeskafics]

"Bunny" - Peacekeeper!Coriolanus Snow x District 12!Reader

Summary: Life in District 12 starts looking up when Coryo meets you.

Word Count: 3,000

Rating: 18+, MDNI

TW: afab reader, she/her pronouns, profanity, innuendo, innocence kink, overstim, loss of virginity, tummy bulge, p in v sex, fingering, oral f receiving, hair pulling

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Hunger Games/Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

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The first time he sees you, you take his breath away. You’ve come to the Peacekeepers’ base, carrying a basket, looking completely lost. You’ve got to be around his age, he thinks, eighteen or nineteen, but your face is so soft and sweet, so very innocent as you look around the base, like a fish out of water. You’ve clearly come to see someone, perhaps a brother or, hopefully not, a boyfriend. He walks up to you slowly, leaning against the wall beside you, a wry grin on his face.

“Looking for someone in particular, sweetheart?”

You startle slightly, gazing up at him, relaxing when you see that he doesn’t seem to mean you harm, “Oh, hello… I’m looking for my brother.”

Your voice is just as he thought it would be as you tell him your name. Soft, lilting, soothing to his ears. He feels like he could drown in it.

“I’m Coriolanus. Call me Coryo. I’m sure I can help you find him,” Coryo offers, gazing deep into your eyes, barely resisting the urge to brush an errant strand of hair off of your face.

You shake your head, voice sheepish as you protest, “Oh, no, it’s okay. I’m sure you’re really busy, I don’t want to be a bother.”

Such a sweet little thing. He could just eat you up. Like a wolf hunting a sweet little bunny in the meadow, he has his gaze trained on you, mouth watering as he looks at your plump lips.

“It’s no trouble, don’t worry. The base is pretty empty right now. Let’s see about finding your brother. Do you know where his barracks are?”

You shake your head, staring up at him helplessly, “It’s my first time here. I don’t know where anything is.”

Fuck, he’s going to enjoy this. A poor little bunny wandering into the wolf’s den without a clue just what she’s walked into. You seem so small and helpless. Like you need him. Coryo has never truly felt needed in his life, so this is quite the ego boost. He rests a hand on your lower back, leading you deeper into the base. You look up at him, sweet and unassuming, asking if he’s sure this won’t get him into trouble. How sweet, you’re worried about him.

“You won’t get me into trouble, bunny,” he promises, the nickname rolling off his tongue with ease, “It’s my job to help.”

You tilt your head, gazing up at him curiously through your lashes as you repeat, “Bunny?”

Coryo chuckles, nodding, “It suits you, doesn’t it? A little bunny who needs help finding her way.”

He resists the urge to say more, watching as you avert your gaze shyly. You’re adorable, so timid and innocent. Coryo wants nothing more than to cup your sweet little face in his hands and kiss those soft, plump lips, watching as you gnaw on the lower one nervously. But he wants to take this slow.

“I’m sorry, but did you say you know where my brother might be?” You ask, shifting your weight from foot to foot, fiddling with your hands.

They’re delicate, soft for someone who lives in the mining district, he muses, and so much smaller than his. He wonders how they’d feel in his own or running down his chest, or stroking his-

He clears his throat, a smirk creeping back onto his lips, “I’m pretty sure I do, but first, I need you to tell me something.”

You nod, eager to please, meeting his gaze, “O-okay, sure.”

Coryo leans in, his face only a hair’s breadth from yours, inhaling your scent, so very intoxicating to him, before he questions, “Do you have a boyfriend?”

You blink owlishly, a bit taken aback by his query, but you shake your head, “No…”

He hums in acknowledgement, brushing your hair off your shoulder, “Then…” He murmurs, voice trailing off, “Would you like one?”

“Uh,” you stammer, unable to meet his gaze, “I don’t know. Most of the boys here are ones I grew up with. Kinda hard to date someone you see as a brother, you know?”

“I don’t think you see me as a brother,” Coryo says smoothly, his breath fanning against your cheeks, watching as your lower lip trembles ever so slightly, “Do you?”

Your voice is barely audible as you mumble, “I hardly know you.”

He chuckles, nodding in understanding, watching as you fluster at his very presence, “You’re adorable. Have you ever even had a boyfriend before?” You bite your lip before shaking your head, a silent admission that you haven’t. Coryo raises an eyebrow, “Really? Ever been kissed before?” Another shake of your head. This is too damn good. He leans in even closer, “That’s a shame. You look like a girl who should be kissed. And often.”

You look up at him, lips parted slightly as you question, “I do?”

“Yes, little bunny,” he murmurs, “I think you do.”

As if on cue, your brother calls out to you, stealing your attention away from Coryo. You step away, though you continue looking at him, as if you don’t want to leave.

“Thank you,” you say in that adorable voice, “For keeping me company.”

He nods, watching the natural sway of your hips as you walk over to your brother, glancing back at him over your shoulder every so often, quickly looking away when you see that he’s already staring at you, “No problem, little bunny.”

He sees you sooner than anticipated, at the Hob where some have gathered to watch the Covey perform. You’re across the way, dancing with some of your friends, giggling and smiling, your hair swaying as you twirl around to the music. You’re so beautiful and innocent, the moonlight shining down on that pretty face of yours, your laugh sounding more enchanting than any music the Covey could ever write. He watches you all night, but you don’t sense his presence. He takes care to keep himself hidden in the shadows, watching as you turn down boy after boy who asks you to dance. It’s as if you already know you belong to Coryo, he muses.

As the night begins winding down, one by one, your friends leave, heading to their respective homes, as do you after waving goodbye to them. Your home is quite far away, Coryo notes, in the Seam, near the edge of the woods. You seem a bit skittish as you walk, remaining blissfully unaware of his presence as he follows you from the shadows, watching over you like some kind of dark guardian. When you get to your home, he watches as you rummage through your dress pocket for your keys, frowning when you don’t find them. You even look beautiful with your nose and eyebrows scrunched up in distaste, he thinks, such a precious little thing.

He can’t resist you any longer, stepping forward, pressing his front up against your backside, reveling in how perfect you feel against him as he whispers, breath tickling your ear, “Hello, bunny.”

You gasp, grabbing your chest as you turn around to face him, letting out a sigh of relief when you see who it is, “Oh, Coryo! You scared me!”

He smirks, leaning his forearm against your doorframe, caging you in between him and the entrance of your home, “Did I?” He asks, voice low and husky.

You swallow thickly, nodding, your back pressed against the door, “Are you on duty.”

He shakes his head, “No. And I believe there was something you and I were going to do, bunny.”

“We were?” You ask, furrowing your brow, looking so adorably confused, “I don’t remember…”

Coryo leans in closer, his nose running along your cheek as he inhales your natural scent, voice growing lower, “You’re a pretty little bunny, aren’t you?”

“Thank you,” you reply, taking a tremulous breath, gazing up at him, a bit dazed.

“A little naive, though,” he teases, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, his fingertips moving to trace the Cupid’s bow of your lips, “You don’t realize how easy it’d be for a man to take advantage of a sweet little thing like you.”

“Oh, I know everyone around here, no one would do that,” you say, quite confidently.

“Is that so? What about me, bunny?”

“You’re a Peacekeeper. You protect people,” you say softly, “Right?”

Coryo laughs darkly at your answer, his thumb pressing down on your plump lower lip, watching as your lashes flutter at his touch, “I’d do terrible things to you, bunny,” he whispers against your ear, hot breath fanning against your neck, “And I think you’d love every moment of it.”

You shiver at his touch, looking into his eyes. He can tell that you’re nervous by how your body is shaking. But behind that, he sees it. The excitement. The curiosity. A little rabbit who’s walked into a snare.

“What kind of terrible things?”

“Do you really want to know?” You nod slowly, staring up at him with wide eyes as he responds, large hands cupping your face, “I would make you scream my name. Have your entire body trembling. Have you begging for me to never stop.” Your knees buckle slightly, and you likely would have fallen to the floor if it weren’t for him pinning you up against the door. Your every reaction is so visceral, it turns him on like nothing else, his cock rock hard in his pants. You’re just begging for him to ravish you, looking at him like that. You turn your face away shyly, seeming as if you’re trying to gather your thoughts, but Coryo won’t have that. He turns you back to face him, “Look at me.” So soft. So pretty. So perfect. He smirks, “I would kiss you right now if you begged me, little bunny.”

The tension between you two is palpable and all is silent save for the noises of the night for a long moment before you finally whisper, “Please?”

He shakes his head, his grin a bit malicious as he insists, “Beg me for it. Beg me for a kiss.”

“P-please,” you plead breathily, your voice shaking, “Please kiss me?”

God, you sound so adorable when you beg. He leans in slowly, every second feeling like an hour as he moves his face closer and closer to yours. He can feel your sweet breath on his lips, his own hovering above yours before finally kissing you. He hears you gasp, your breath catching, as he kisses your soft, smooth lips, so sweet, so ripe against his, his tongue pushing into your mouth as he runs his hands along the curves of your body, squeezing every inch of flesh he can grab. He pulls you flush against him, grinding his cock against your thigh, listening to your sharp intake of breath as he does.

When the two of you finally break apart for air, your voice is barely above a whisper as you question, “Do you want to come inside?”

He nods, gaze intense as he murmurs, “It’s a cold night. Let me come in and warm you up, bunny.”

Coryo watches you, your fingers trembling as you manage to get the door unlocked and let him inside. As you close the door, locking it once more, he steps right behind you, grabbing a handful of your hair and tugging on it, making you let out the sweetest little noise of surprise, his cock grinding against your ass, his strong chest against your back.

“Can you feel how bad I want you?” Coryo asks, his free hand moving to your thigh, sliding under your skirt to squeeze at your flesh, “Can you feel it, bunny?”

You whimper softly as he rubs your cunt over the fabric of your panties, the sound driving him nearly insane with need, “Yes…”

The noise you let out as he presses his fingers against your clit is so sweet, he thinks he could listen to it forever and never get tired. Your head falls back against his chest as he presses his lips to your neck, teeth grazing against your sensitive skin.

“C-Coryo, please…”

“Please what?”

You’re already begging. And he loves it. Your voice is flustered as you lean into his touch further.

“I, I don’t know… I…”

“I could show you more,” he rasps against your ear, pressing a kiss to the sensitive skin behind it, “I could make you feel things you’ve never felt before. I can make you mine. Let me show you how much I want you, bunny. Let me show you everything.”

You nod wordlessly, whining softly as he slides his fingers beneath the fabric of your panties, teasing your wet pussy, flicking your clit at an agonizingly slow pace. You buck your hips up against his hand, wanting more, wanting to feel him.

“You like this, don’t you, little one?”

“Yes,” you breathe.

You let out a yelp of surprise as he pulls his hand away, dragging you toward your bed. He pushes you back onto it, staring down at you with his icy blue eyes, every bit a predator going in for the kill. He shrugs off his uniform, smirking to himself at the way you stare at his bare body in wonder. He’s probably the first man you’ve ever seen naked, he muses as your gaze lingers on his abs, his chest, his cock…

And he’s going to make sure he’s the only one.

Coryo feels no small amount of satisfaction as your eyes trace the veins on his forearms, the way you tremulously inhale as he pulls your dress over your head and tosses it aside. You lay there before him in just your white cotton panties, crossing your arms to hide yourself from his gaze. But he’s having none of that, taking your wrists in his hands and fixing you with a sharp look.

“Don’t hide yourself from me, bunny.”

You watch as he slides your panties down your legs, eyes wide as his fingers trail along your inner thighs.

“My perfect little doll,” Coryo murmurs, “So delicate. And all mine.”

He pushes two long, thick fingers inside you, knuckle deep, making you gasp as he begins pumping them in and out of you. He curves them in a come hither portion, your eyes wide, chest heaving, lips parted as he fucks you with his fingers without mercy. You turn your face away, only for him to grab you by the jaw, forcing you to watch his fingers disappearing inside your tight, wet cunt. You’re so shy, he loves it. He loves seeing the little faces you make, hearing the sweet noises you make as you reach your peak on his fingers, your toes curling as you cry out his name in the throes of ecstasy.

“Watch my hands, my fingers,” he demands, still holding you in place as he continues, your entire body shaking as he continues, the wet squelching noises making you want nothing more than to shy away, but Coryo won’t let you.

He wants you to watch as he makes you come undone once again, your soft whines of, “It’s too much, Coryo,” spurring him on as you squirm away.

But he’s not letting you go. He just moves his fingers faster and faster, making you cry out his name once more, your second peak hitting you harder than your first. But he gives you no time to recover, his mouth pressed against your wet cunt within moments as he gazes up at you, his tongue replacing his fingers, moving in and out of you, tasting your sweetness. You stare at him, entirely dazed, eyes rolling back as he lifts your thighs over his shoulders, his face moving side to side as he laps at your folds eagerly. Your entire body quivers, Coryo growing achingly hard, wanting nothing more than to bury his cock balls deep inside you, but wanting to make you come once more before he does. And when you do, your arousal coating his tongue as you mewl his name, the sound so sweet in his ears, he thinks he could cum from that alone.

Coryo moves to lie above you, supporting himself on his forearms, his dog tag dangling, tickling your neck as he slowly sheathes himself inside you, just the tip at first, making you moan his name as his cock stretches you open. Your arms move to wrap around his neck, clinging to him as he bottoms out inside you. For the first time, he’s grateful for how short his hair was cut, because otherwise, he wouldn’t feel your nails raking against his scalp as intensely as he does right now. He begins to rut against you in earnest, making you whimper and cry out his name, squealing with each snap of his hips.

“My little bunny,” he snarls, his balls slapping against your ass with every thrust, “All fucking mine.”

“Yours…”

He glances down at your stomach, smirking at the sight of the outline of his cock against your stomach, one hand moving down to press against it, making you nearly scream his name. He pushes your knees to your chest, fucking into you faster and faster, sweat beading at his temples as he moves to bite down hard on your neck, staking his claim. He feels you squeezing around him, your back arching off the bed as you give a choked sob of his name, reaching your peak once again, his own climax coming moments later, filling you with his spend before collapsing against you, crushing your body against his own.

And with the way you cling to him, the way you nuzzle up against him, he knows that he can never let you go again. You’re going to be his sweet little bunny.

He’s going to make it back to the Capitol, sooner than later, and you’re going to be on his arm.

His little plaything, his doll.

For him and him alone.

His bunny.

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[tteokdoroki]

☆༉ — KATSUKI BAKUGOU. the art of aftercare, love and food.

about. to katsuki bakugou, aftercare is just as important as making you feel good. and nothing beats aftercare more than a home cooked meal, made with love.

warnings. minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact! nsfw? characters in their 20s, suggestive, fluff, aftercare sessions, bakugou cooks for reader, established relationship, mentions of sex, afab!reader, pro hero!bakugou. i haven’t written him in 4ever go easy on me </3!! wc: 400+

no matter how fucked out or pussy drunk he is, katsuki always makes you a meal after sex.

bakugou’s first instinct is to get you water, kiss your head and tell you what a good little thing you’ve been for him. his baby always takes him so well. his baby deserves a treat.

once you’ve calmed down enough, and he’s cleaned you up, he carries you to the kitchen with his infamous skull shirt draped over your twitching frame. he likes the way you sling your arms lazily over his broad shoulders and the way you nuzzle into his neck too — as if you can’t get enough of him or need the blonde for comfort.

he’s careful when he sets you down on the counter — grabbing you a water bottle from the fridge and holding the cool plastic rim against your cherry bruised lips. “drink,” he says, though it’s more like a caring command. “need to keep you hydrated.”

katsuki keeps his touch gentle when he uses two fingers to tilt your head up, making sure you swallow down enough water to make him satisfied. he’ll praise you, call you his good little baby and ask if he can leave you alone for a second to get your dinner started.

silence with katsuki is always comfortable, never awkward or weird after being so intimate and open with one another. the slight clang of ceramic cooking ware against one another fills your kitchen along with the scuff of his house slippers against your laminated floors. every so often, a kiss is delivered to your forehead, nose or cheeks as the blonde reaches up to grab spices from the cabinet above your head.

he lets you know that he’s still there, in small little ways.

bakugou knows not to spend too long on a meal after ravaging you. you’re always impatient and the food smells a little too good, making your tummy rumble and an adorable pout form on your lips. “such a brat, huh? even now,” he coos, flicking your nose as he slips between your legs. “taste this f’me. wanna know if you think it’s ready.”

like a baby, he scoops a spoonful of broth or soup or stew or whatever you fancy that night, into your awaiting mouth — watching for that spark in your eyes or a brightened expression spreading across your face.

“good?”

“great.”

he shares you out a portion, spending a good amount time feeding you before he has some of his own.

because katsuki bakugou’s love language is cooking — putting the perfect amount of time into creating the perfect meal is how he shows that he cares for you. and as you scarf down every bite, you know that each one was made with katsuki’s love for you.

꒰ end. — all rights reserved © tteokdoroki 2023. do not copy, repost, translate & recommend elsewhere.

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[gremlingottoosilly]

Mafia!König X Prostitute/Sex Worker!Reader

He is a dangerous client. You knew this from the start - from the way your madam was looking at you with a mix of strictness and horror, with the way all the other girls refused to look you in the eye. This brothel was a pretty fine establishment by illegal standards - you weren't drugging yourself or your clients, and you even had security for the time's clients wanted to hurt you more than they were willing to pay for...and yet, you knew just how dangerous working here will be. You're sitting on the lap of danger now - and he is kissing your neck while drunkenly mumbling something about paying double to choke you and triple - to hug you afterward. You're not well-versed in the climate of local gangs, despite working at the brothel that was under the protection of one of them - you didn n't care about territories, bosses, Austrian mafia, Bosnian gangs, illegal German guns, and Czech cocaine. You think that you should have known more, should have known better - with the way this man hugs you, too tough to be considered comfortable, it's obvious that he is the top dog here. And top dogs are rarely gentle with their meat. He is not threatening you, which is surprising. If anything, he is a gentleman - pours you some good wine, as much as you hate drinking on the job, and even waits a few minutes of mindless chatter before taking off your panties. He is paying for the whole night, so he takes his time. Smiles in your shoulder blades as he covers you in kisses and marks. You do a good job at pretending to like it - but something in your lower tummy suggests that the fluttering feeling in your gut might not be just from pretending. "You like working here, Schatzi?" He asks as he tears your panties away and flicks his tongue over your pussy. That's a new one - men like him, the ones who have power and money, who have their homes filled with desperate souls, are rarely degrading themselves to being nice to sex workers. But he whispers little praises to you - or your cunt - and questions as he eats you out. You saw his dick, so you aren't complaining - you'd need all the help you can get. "It's better than other options" Being homeless and dead, you mean - but don't say. Men like him are paying for this sort of poverty to happen, to make desperate things like you to either hook yourself on drugs or on sex work. You don't even look in his eyes as he flicks his tongue over your clit again, in a sort of disapproving motion. "Hm. Consider yourself working for me from now on" You don't even ask what he means before your vision goes black. Perhaps, you should have never take him as a client in the first place. Konig is a dangerous man, after all.

#cod #konig x reader #konig #yandere konig #cod x reader #yandere cod #mafia!konig

[esquen]

Since seeing the movie I can't stop thinking about Mike x Abbys babysitter reader 🫢

oh u guys are gonna KILL ME!!!

reader has female anatomy.

you’d been abby’s go to babysitter since you moved in next door. she was very young, probably five or four. her brother had seen you painting your fence and made his way over to you to try and make small talk.

“yeah, we’ve lived here since she was born,” he explained as you stood up, leaving your brush in the paint bucket. “been lookin’ for a babysitter since i started my new job.” he shrugged. you celebrated mentally, as you’d been waiting for a job to pop up around you. this is exactly what you needed.

fast forward a good four years, you’d been spending your days at the schmidt house. your pay slowly decreased as mike continued to find it hard to pay his bills, but you didn’t mind. you had your own job that would keep you afloat with your bills, and the extra money you received from mike would cover your clothes and food.

this day wasn’t any different from the previous three weeks. laid up on the couch with your own blanket you brung from home, awaiting mike’s arrival. the tv was buzzing quietly as your eyes became droopy.

the sound of the door opening startled you, pushing yourself onto your knees to greet mike. “hey.” you said softly as he kicked his shoes off and waddled towards the small couch, jumping onto it. “hi.” he greeted, closing his eyes for a second.

“abby ate a few bites of her dinner, breakfast is in the microwave. she’s been in bed since you left and i made sure she brushed her teeth and finished her homework,” you ran down, kicking the blanket off and standing up. “i should go.” you sigh.

mike stands up quickly, grabbing your shirt. “hold on,” he grunts, standing in front of you now. “i’m sorry i haven’t been able to pay you—“ he mutters.

“mike, we have this conversation every week. it’s okay, i swear.” you laugh, moving to hold his wrist. “i know you put a lot of effort into taking care of abby.” he mutters, moving closer to you.

“yeah..” you let out a breathy sigh, hands shaking as he moves his hand from you. “you deserve.. something.” he shrugs, hands coming up to hold your hips.

you gasped at the sudden movement, moving your hands down to grasp his wrists, your eyes scan his face. “is this okay?” he asks, moving his left hand to hold your back and press you closer to him.

you nod, hands moving up his arms and holding him tightly. he tilts his head and presses a kiss to your lips, making you melt. you whimper into his mouth, causing his grip on your hips to tighten.

he moves you towards his bedroom, lips never leaving your skin as he watches out behind you to make sure you don’t bump into anything.

he slams the door shut with his foot, and it almost alarms you at the fact that he could’ve easily woken up abby. he moves his hand from your hip to lock the door, continuing to gently push you towards the bed. “how long has it been since you started babysitting abby?” he asked as his lips made contact with your neck.

“i— i don’t know.. a few years, three or four?” you choke out, moving to hold the back of his head. “been wantin’ you for so long,” he mutters, sucking a bit harder on the base of your neck. “about time i get to have you.” he sighs.

his fingers move to the band of your sweatpants, grabbing them and pulling it down feverishly. his warm hands make contact with your thighs, pulling them apart and feeling at your cunt.

“mm, you like this more than i do.” he teases, pressing a kiss to your tummy and leaning further down into you. he wraps his arms around the base of your thighs and pulls your underwear to the side, licking his lips before pulling you into his mouth.

the initial feeling of his mouth made you gasp, hand moving down to hold his hair. the grip he had on your thighs made it impossible to scoot away from his tongue as he basically made out with your pussy.

to stabilize yourself, you grabbed at the sheets of his bed as his tongue made constant contact with your clit. you winced, moving to hold your shirt up and watch him eat you like he hadn’t eaten in weeks.

the closer you got to your orgasm, the harsher you got on his hair. you began to push his head away, squirm your hips, and bite into your hand. and everytime, he shook your hand away, held your tighter, and flicked his tongue faster.

he had no problem finishing you up. you shook gently as your orgasm passed through you, and mike happily pressed another kiss to your swollen clit.

he reached into his back pocket and took out a $20 bill, holding it out to you. “i thought you said.. you couldn’t?” you asked, grabbing the bill gently.

“i know. had to find a way to get you on my tongue.” he smiled and pat the side of your thigh, moving your sweatpants back into place just as abby’s room door opened up.

#mike schmidt smut #mike schmidt #mike schmidt x reader #fnaf movie #fnaf #five nights at freddy's

[screampied]

can you do soft sukuna after an argument vegas for fluff pretty please i think we deserve it after all you've done to us

໒꒱ ₊˚ ‘ MAYBE I’M THE PROBLEM﹒⺡ SUKUNA RYŌMEN. ’

sum. gn! reader, angst with c-comfort, he’s a softie at heart, fluff, petnames, ty lucy for beta'ing <3

“what’s with you today?” sukuna furrows his eyebrows, and he lightly grabs your wrist. you face him only to briefly look away with a stubborn scowl. “you didn’t have to do that. i can take care of myself.”

he was referring to earlier…how careless you were, at least from his perspective. throwing yourself in danger just for sukuna. perhaps it was stupid, but at that particular moment—you didn’t have a thought that crossed your mind.

“well, i did,” you mumble, and sukuna bites his tongue from the inside of his cheek. his nostrils flare before he grabs your shoulders.

“what are you not getting? and if you died trying to protect me, then what?” and for a brief moment, it was dead silence. you stared at sukuna, and you can’t remember a time he looked like this. sukuna was … scared. the more you looked into his dark eyes, once full of arrogance and wit — instead, his pupils dilated and widened. his thumbs gently pressed into your skin, and then he continues to speak. “how can you even be calm about something like that?”

“i wouldn’t have to do things like that if you’d just be more careful,” you chastise, a sudden wave of gloom spraying over you. sukuna kept pausing every few seconds, as if he was carefully thinking of what to reply with.

sukuna’s almost got a glare before he sighs. “i told you. i can take care of myse—”

“no, you can’t sukuna. you know how many times you’ve almost died? the countless days where i’d be worried sick about you. if anyone’s reckless, it’s you. and you wonder why i act like this, it’s because i’m in love with you, you idiot.”

you don’t even register your words, it’s as if you’ve been yearning to get that out for ages.

sukuna grows mute, trying to figure if he actually heard what he’d just heard. you…you were in love with someone like him?

the awkward silence was deafening, a single tear strolls down your cheek before sukuna’s face suddenly softens.

he brings a thumb up to your cheek, swiping the tear aside before muttering in a raspy, “you love me?”

“i thought it was pretty obvious,” you grumble, avoiding his eye contact. your heart ached, never in your life have you felt this vulnerable. saying it out loud only made you flustered immensely quick. a soft smile goes against his lips — you didn’t answer his question, but he knew the answer. you loved sukuna. “but whatever.”

“oi. don’t ‘whatever’ me,” sukuna mutters, cupping both sides of your face. he has you stare right into his eyes, the eyes where most see a cruel villainous person, you see the softest eyes imaginable. reserved only for you. “look at me,” and you finally meet his gaze, a smug grin slowly tugs against the corners of his mouth. “you’re in love with me.”

a weird tingly feeling crept up inside your stomach, and you give sukuna a glare. “you know,” he keeps speaking, a soft finger stroking your cheek. “instead of almost dying for me, you could have been normal and just said, ‘i love you’.”

“…shut up,” you grouse, entirely abashed. he found it cute seeing you like this. in the midst of your mini tantrum - sukuna hums to himself, leaning down to kiss your forehead.

“hmpf. well, i suppose i love you too, brat,” he utters, watching your face briefly light up at his words. sukuna saying it back couldn’t have made your heart swoon even more, but it did. “and i’m sorry for being so careless.”

you felt butterflies collide inside your tummy before you blink, ears perking at his first initial words and you pout. “you suppose?”

sukuna looks down at you before he awkwardly pats your head. “i … love you,” his voice was a mere soft rasp. studying his stare, sukuna started to grow a tad bit embarrassed. even more than you. as his fingers softly roam through your hair, he leans up close to your face and scoffs. “happy now?”

“i love you more,” you smile, feeling more relieved. he’s taken aback once you hug him. sukuna’s always been so stiff at something as simple as a hug. your frame held his waist tightly, and he’d never admit it but it was adorable.

sukuna scowls. “…. you’re squishing me.”

“shut up and hug me back.” you sigh, only taking this as an opportunity to squeeze him tighter. he was so warm.

usually…sukuna wouldn’t let anyone get this close, yet alone do this. a simple affectionate hug.

he groans, slowly wrapping his arms around you. “you’re so annoying,” and as your head rests against his chest — you look up at him, a soft smile goes against your lips. “pain in my damn ass.”

“talking about your ass isn’t romantic, ‘kuna.” you raise your brows . . . obviously kidding, but he groans.

with an eye roll, sukuna does the unexpected and pulls you up close towards his face. with a perplexed grin, you watch as he grabs you into a chaste kiss. it takes you by surprise, your hands remain flat and still before you wrap your arms around him. sukuna’s soft with you, you made him soft—and he hated it, but a tiny part of him secretly loved it too.

abruptly, he pulls the kiss away before glaring at you. “i love you.”

“i love you too, kuku.”

“…..call me that again and see what happens.”

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Trapped - Charles Leclerc

Dark fic - if you don't like this or the warnings/themes make you uncomfortable. I can't stress this enough, DO NOT READ THIS

Summary: Charles has mentioned a girlfriend. He's hinted at her on social media with faceless pictures. But where is she? Who is she? And why is she so hidden when he insists there's no issue about privacy or secrecy in the relationship?

Themes/warnings: Baby-trapping, Stockholm syndrome(ish?), mild smut (sort of unconventional toys used), kind of soft (but very deranged/unhinged) energy!Charles, pregnancy, morning sickness

No part 2 requests please

Charles strokes a hand down y/n's body, his hand flat on her tummy as he thrusts in and out of her. Their bodies climaxing together, he possibly tight grip from her pussy just milks him till he feels he's drained everything into her.

His hand smoothes over her skin, the hopes that this will be a successful attempt that will eventually see y/n's tummy slowly starting to grow.

Though he moves his hand down to the small bulge in her lower tummy from him being planted so deeply and firmly inside of her. The pressure making her cry out from feeling completely overstimulated and overwhelmed by the full feeling and sheer amount of pressure in her.

"Don't move." Charles instructs leaning over her and pecking her lips while she lies too dazed to even think about attempting to move anywhere.

She knows the routine by this point anyway. She's accepted that Charles wants a baby and he's willing to do anything to encourage the chances of that happening.

She tries not to whimper (and fails), as he pushes a plug into her to keep it from leaking out. The idea of increasing her chances of a positive pregnancy test within a few weeks being the ultimate aim.

Y/n wants it as much as Charles by this point. If only for the fact Charles is locking her away from the world until he's successful.

It wasn't how their relationship started, though he's always seemed to prefer her to remain as someone he keeps for himself. He's assured her that once she's pregnant, he doesn't want her leaving side unless he's in the car on the track.

But until then, he's keeping her as safe as possible. Locked away from the rest of the world in his apartment at home. No flights around the world and attending race weekends.

He wants her safe and sound where he doesn't need to worry about her getting away or being tempted by other me until he's got her trapped with a baby rather than trapped in his apartment.

The thing is. She's not a secret to the world, though she's faceless and nameless.

No one knows who she is, what she actually looks like or even where she is.

It's as if she's a secret, but she's not.

Charles appears with some water for her, smiling as she sits up enough for him to hold it to her lips and tip it for her to drink. He's actually very tentative with aftercare and while he doesn't exactly "clean" her up till he decides to remove the plug. He does pull her up to cuddle with him.

"Je t'aime." Charles whispers kissing her temple as they lie together. "Y/n?"

"Je t'aime aussi." Y/n mumbles back then turning her head to look at him.

-

Y/n sighs as she settles herself down in her set up to watch Charles get into the car for quali.

He's just sent her his last text as he always does before he gets in the car. She'd be willing to bet that if he's caught on his phone at any point during the weekend there's a 99% chance that he's talking to her.

Y/n remembers when she met Charles. He made no attempt to hide how he is with her now from the get go. Initially she was flattered, then she was invited to Monaco and she stepped in his apartment and never left.

At first she was naive. She thought he was just obsessed with her company and she wasn't so bothered about not having left his side. He'd well and truly charmed and seduced her to staying in his bed as long as he wanted to keep her there.

Baby trapping also wasn't his original reason for being so attached to her, at least that's no how she sees it.

But things changed when after those first few days, she found herself waking up alone and she found a note in his place saying not to leave the apartment and not to panic. That he'd be back in a few days and to message him so they could talk when she woke up.

Obviously she panicked. She tried to get out but was met with no success and she's been in his apartment ever since. To his credit, he managed to calm her down and assure her that she was in no danger in his absence.

Most women would slap her and tell her to call the police and get herself saved. But for some reason talking to him, it calmed her and made her feel...safe. Which seemed to be Charles' intention.

It's been about a month. Charles doesn't need to lock her in the apartment (though he does), because she stays willingly. Her family and friends reached out in concern and she promised she was fine and happy.

Days turned to weeks and now she's been here just sort of waiting around for him to come back and watching him while he's away.

Despite her contentment with her situation, people who do know her have commented about it. Her family and friends have raised concern over her sudden decision to be in Monaco with Charles. They also question why she's not with Charles at races. To which she actively avoids answering.

Telling them "well once I get pregnant his protectiveness of keeping me locked away for safety changes to keeping me handcuffed to his side unless he's actually in that red car he drivers around on different tracks around the world" is definitely going to raise alarm.

She knows how silly and scary it sounds. She knows it paints Charles as a crazy man. Maybe he is. But doesn't that mean she's crazy for loving him?

A man who currently has her locked in his apartment going on a month now and almost certainly has means of making sure she doesn't leave that go beyond just the lock on the front door. However, does she have an interest in finding out? No.

It's not as if Charles only wants her so he can have a child. If anything that's just another positive but really he wants a child so she has to have him in her life no matter what. A child together locks them into each other's lives.

Charles has told her he won't keep her locked in there forever, he's explained to her that this is how he keeps her safe from the world.

He qualifies in the top 5 and she tilts her head watching him appear for his interview in the media pen.

They ask him about the car, the quality, how he feels an as they've seemed to ask more often as he posts more unidentifying pictures of y/n to share with the world. Always keeping her face out of the picture whether it's by taking the picture from her back or just cutting the picture so her head isn't in it, or he has shared pictures where he's there with her.

"No girlfriend again? We want to meet her."

"No. Not this weekend, but maybe soon. She's watching though. Hello, mon amour. I will see you on Monday. Je t'aime." Charles smiles looking in the camera and blowing her a kiss that unbeknownst to him does make her feel a little giddy and shift in her seat a little.

"Je t'aime aussi." Y/n whispers to herself almost feeling like she has cracked and fell into insanity by talking to him through the tv. So to make herself feel slightly less crazy, she picks up her phone and texts Charles the message to make sure he knows she was in fact watching as he said.

-

By the time Charles returns to her, she's eagerly awaiting his return and the moment he's through the door she tosses herself onto him in excitement of his return.

"I missed you." Y/n grins kissing him several times, her legs tightly around his waist as he reaches back to close the door. "You did amazing. I'm so proud of you."

"Yes, well everyone is more eager to see you than me. I think everyone wants to know you." Charles hums thinking to his team all asking about why y/n hasn't attended a race when he's so openly showed the relationship to the world.

He can only imagine the reactions when he inevitably finally shows up with his girlfriend and only within a couple months she'll be showing a bump.

“I think they are beginning to think you’re a criminal or something.” Charles states making her grin at him. “How are you feeling?”

“Hmm better now you’re back.” Y/n shrugs still smiling. “I was just hoping to cuddle for a bit with you back?”

"Oui chérie." Charles nods before she smiles at him lightly.

They lie down cuddling up together, Charles tells y/n all about his weekend.

"But enough about me. What did you do over the weekend?" Charles asks making her swallow and look at him for a moment.

"I...I waited for you." Y/n smiles with a shrug before she looks at him for a moment. "I can't wait to be there with you."

-

Another race weekend another weekend y/n is asked about but Charles just said she is at home. Which is entirely true.

But what he doesn't know is that with him being gone for two consecutive weekends a development has happened. Y/n is starting her days with a wave of sickness.

Y/n sighs deciding to clean herself up as she has the past few days. Originally she thought she might just have a stomach bug, though maybe that was just naive thinking.

Thanks to Charles so badly wanting her to be pregnant. He had multiple pregnancy tests for when he day came that she had her suspicions.

"Charles?" Y/n mumbles into the phone after she feels like she's actually feeling well enough to deliver the news.

"I can't talk for long, amour." Charles states shifting around.

"I'm pregnant...I took some tests and they're all positive."

Charles suddenly has all the time in the world and he locks himself away in his drivers room to make sure he isn't bothered.

"I am not back for days." Charles states seemingly stressed but she smiles lightly.

"I will be safe here till you come home. It's ok." Y/n smiles before she sighs and looks at him for a moment. "I just didn't want to waste any time."

"I will be on my way home as soon as the media is done."

-

As promised Charles appeared, eager to see is girlfriend who admittedly looks a little worse for wear than she did when he left. The morning sickness hit her quite hard.

The next two weeks were Charles fussing and getting her to doctors and confirming the pregnancy with a blood test.

Then once all was confirmed.

They sort of got back to the usual.

Admittedly, y/n didn't realise how much comfort she now felt with Charles until she'd stepped out into the world again and found herself latched onto him.

It was a couple more weeks before the next race and when the day finally came for them to travel. Y/n hardly let go of her boyfriend unless absolutely necessary.

The world does just suddenly feel so much more threatening and dangerous than she remembers from only a few weeks ago.

When Charles and y/n walk into the paddock there's a lot of eyes on them but Charles isn't hiding his girlfriend, he's quite proudly smirking at the attention.

-

By the time y/n's bump becomes obvious, the paddock, fans and media are all pretty damn shocked.

"Charles. Charles Leclerc. Are you going to be a dad?" Laura asks with excitement.

"Yes. I am. Very exciting stuff." Charles confirms earning nods from the interviewer.

"That's amazing, congratulations."

Laura wasn't the only one to notice, plenty of comments online told him that some people seemed to know there was baby trapping going on. However, they suspected y/n was the reason behind it rather than Charles.

Hell he'd even been told by other drivers that he didn't waste any time with her and that he locked her in. Oh how little do they realise how literal that is.

Charles has gone from his girlfriend being duped the "invisible" girlfriend to the "most bragged about and showed off" girlfriend in the grid.

Though some have noted that she sort of doesn't interact with many people. Instead she holds onto Charles as almost speaks either only to him or through him.

"Mon amour." Charles smiles as he appears from the car after FP2 and spots her in the garage. He's made sure she has a seat in the garage sort of away out of the way but also away from anyone who might try to speak to her.

He still wants her kept away from others when it comes to general interactions. Though he trusts he in the hands of Joris and Andrea, he still prefers her to be away from everyone if possible.

"Are you feeling ok?" Charles asks gently reaching down to rub over the small bump as he leans over her for a kiss.

"Yeah, just watching and observing."

Y/n hasn't exactly loved being pregnant, especially because some comments from Charles about how he's got her exactly where he wants her and even the comments from the public have made her feel like maybe this was a mistake.

But she knows the risk of leaving Charles. That risk being that she'll see a side to him that even so far he's kept hidden a way. A darker side that might see her locked away in a much more sinister way and she might not be able to deny what's right in front of her.

They're going to be a happy family and Charles is going to have everything he wants. She'll embrace it however she needs to so she can be as happy as possible with him.

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