Spread your wings, you are an angel

LA/ 25/ f / 💜~MARVEL~ WALKING DEAD ~ GREYS ANATOMY~ PEAKY BLINDERS~ x Reader writer and reader

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I don’t know if this is how to make it bare with meeeee I made it!! All fics have a fem!reader unless stated otherwise! 💖 Add yourself to

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So. Yeah. YEAH.

[absurdlyinaccurate]

me, the motherfucker with over 50 abandoned works in progress: i have an idea

[mydear-corinthian]

DO NOT BE FOOLED | ⚠️ TUMBLR SCAM ⚠️

Last Saturday, I received a DM from my follower saying that she accidentally reported my account for phising & scamming. She apparently was worried that my account will be deleted and advised me to contact Tumblr Support via Discord.

I was shocked when I heard that my account will be deleted so I immediately messaged the support and asked to reset my password—and I did (big mistake!)

I only realized it was a scam when they asked me to pay $350 and I was like.. I don't have any money since we were affected by the earthquake and yeah!

I searched about this issue here and realized that oh shit, it is indeed a scam. I emailed the official Tumblr Support and thankfully, they retrieved my account again.

IF SOMEONE WILL DM YOU SAYING "I accidentally reported your accout.." IT IS A SCAM. DO NOT REPLY OR BLOCK THEM IMMEDIATELY. If Tumblr has an issue with you or your account, they WILL EMAIL YOU and not on Discord or any other apps.

To avoid this issue, let's not mention users on our posts (taglist) so that the scammers cannot find new users to scam.

This is how the scam looks like:

[kkai-zen]

MDNI.

“i’m close.” “already?” — ft. dick grayson, aka 'nightwing'

“Ah- ugh, fuck, baby, I’m close.”

Dick groans, thrusting into you with fervor, and with the delicious way his hips snap against yours, you’re tempted to say the same. But instead, you blink up at him with innocent eyes. “Already?”

He freezes.

“What?”

Uh oh. 

His electric blue eyes narrow as they meet yours, and your heart drops into your stomach.

“I- uh, I just…”

“What did you just say?”

You swallow, throat now dry. “Um…I, uh…said…already?” you manage to squeak out. 

There’s a tense moment of silence as Dick stares you down. 

“Um…Dick? Are you oka- oof!”

With one swift, graceful move, Dick flips you onto your stomach, pinning one of your arms above your head. “Wait wait wait, Dick, I’m sorry- ahh-!~”

Your protest turns into a moan when Dick shoves three fingers into your already dripping cunt, curling them smoothly against your g-spot. 

“Ah- ugh, Dick, please-“

“Shut up, you slut.” He snaps. 

Your eyes widen. “D-Dick? What’s gotten into you- mmph, shit-”

His fingers are aggressive now, thumb massaging your clit as he bites down on the side of your neck. “Sayin’ that to piss me off,” Dick growls. “‘Already?’  Really?” 

He presses his broad chest into your back, his breath hot ’n heavy against your ear. “If you wanna play games, babe, we can play…just don’t expect to win.”

Your eyes are rolling into the back of your head with the way Dick’s fingers are now scissoring inside you, slick dripping onto the sheets. Moaning, you grind back against him, desperate, because—

“Oh, are you close, sweetheart?” 

His voice is almost condescending. 

“Haah- fuck, please!” You whine. “Please, Dick, I’m so close- ungh-”

But his fingers disappear and you whimper, the sudden emptiness almost painful. 

“What, does my desperate little whore want to cum?” Dick chuckles, and a shiver runs down your spine. It’s unlike your sweet boyfriend to be so filthy, yet it’s so arousing. You squeeze your thighs together. 

Dick brings his hand to your face, sliding his three fingers into your mouth. 

“C’mon baby, suck. Be a good girl, and maybe you’ll get this dick you want so bad,” he murmurs, slowly slipping his hard cock between your thighs, grinding against your sopping cunt. 

“Mmph- hngh-”

Tears slip out of your eyes as you choke on his fingers, still covered in your arousal. 

“You look so fucking cute like this.” With a cocky grin, he pulls his fingers away, using his hand to turn your head back towards him. 

“Oh, sweetheart. Maybe I should be rough with you more often, if you’re gonna look at me like that,” he breathes, wiping a tear from your cheek. Your cheeks are flushed red, lips quivering, drool dripping down your chin. 

“Please, Dick, need you,” you whimper out, bucking your hips back weakly against his. “ ‘M-‘m so- s’close.”

Tilting your chin up a little further, he leans down to crush a deep, sloppy kiss against your lips, his tongue pressing against yours; and when he pulls away, you’re both breathless and gasping for air, a string of saliva connecting your lips. 

“Spread your legs f’me, babe,” Dick gasps into your neck, nudging your legs apart with his knee. 

You feel his tip, heavy and hot and pulsing, pushing against your entrance. And when you feel him slide in, so torturously slow—only to stop—you nearly cry out of frustration.

“Stop teasing!”

Dick huffs out a laugh. “Be patient, baby.” 

And with one smooth, long stroke, he bottoms out in you, yanking a moan from your lips. The stretch feels so, so good, his cock thick and hard and aching inside your velvet walls. And it feels even better when he pulls out, leaving just the tip throbbing inside you, before roughly slamming his cock back into your sopping wet pussy. 

It nearly knocks the wind out of you, a strangled gasp leaving your throat. “Dick! Wait- I- that’s too- rough- uh- ugh- ah!”

He’s pounding into you at a relentless pace, balls heavy as they slap lewdly against your clit. The sound alone is so arousing that it makes your head spin, but combined with the sensation of his cock dragging against your soft walls, his mouth all over your body, and one of his hands teasing at your nipples, you can’t help but cum. 

“Ah, I’m- cumming- ugh!” 

Your vision goes white, stars spinning in the corners of your eyes, waves of pure pleasure knocking the breath from your lungs. Slick squirts down your thighs over your boyfriend’s cock, still thrusting into your overstimulated cunt, the salacious plap-plap-plap! of his balls against your cunt loud in your ears. 

“Haah- did you just cum? Fuck, you’re such a whore,” Dick grunts. 

You respond with a moan, trying to catch your breath, but he doesn’t give you a break. “C’mon baby, you’re done already?” He’s laughing, breathless, muscles glistening with exertion, and of course he doesn’t stop. 

“We still have so many more rounds to go, sweetheart.” 

“N-no, I can’t-”

You claw weakly at the sheets, thighs trembling. Dick hums, still pistoning his cock in and out of you at a ruthless pace. “You- ah- can be more selfish, baby. I- hah, just know my cute lil’ whore’s pussy is greedier- plap- than- plap- this-! plap!” he hisses, punctuating each of his words with a thrust that kisses your cervix. 

But then he pauses for a moment, broad hands suddenly on your hips. “Here, lift that ass up for me, babe. Mm, there ya go, good girl.” Dick’s voice is so sultry, vibrating in your ears, and even though you’re already overstimulated, your cunt clenches at his words. 

“Dick…I- haah, ah- hngh-”

“Arch that back for me, love. Mhm, just like that…fuck, that’s pretty. Stay like that.” 

Thighs trembling, wetness slipping down your legs onto the sheets, you instinctively rut backwards into his cock, desperate for your second release. 

Smack!

“Hey now, babe. Don’t rush,” Dick purrs into your ear. He gives your ass another smack! and a moan slips from your throat. “Atta girl.” 

His voice has your cunt fluttering. “Please, Dick, I- I need you,” you blubber out, whining and whimpering. The sting of his hand feels good, you think, brain addled with lust. “N-need more of you, need your-your cock so bad.”

And when he finally slides into you, the stretch of his cock inside your warm, wet cunt is delicious. 

“Fucking hell, babe,” Dick pants out. “Cute ‘lil pussy feels so good ’n tight…got half a mind to knock you up right here, right now.” And with a grunt, he starts thrusting into you.  

You’re trembling and writhing under his broad silhouette, toes curling and drool dripping onto the sheets. He’s railing you so hard that you can hear the bed frame creaking, even in your lust-addled state. His cock feels so good, kissing all your most sensitive spots, pressing and pounding into your soft heat at such a punishing rhythm that you can barely breathe.

You can’t piece together sentences anymore, babbling out incoherent nonsense as Dick ruts into you. 

“C’mon babe, you know I- I can’t understand you- haah- when you babble- like that-” he groans, hips snapping against the plush of your ass, his pace becoming more and more desperate. His cock is twitching fiercely inside you, aching for release, but you get there first.

Your orgasm crashes into you like a tidal wave, vision going hazy as pleasure overwhelms every one of your senses. The sticky sound of your slick coating your boyfriend’s cock, still hammering into you, echoes through the room, mixing with your pants and Dick’s growls.

“Hm? You finished already, baby?” Dick huffs out, smirk on his face. You try to form a response, but your body doesn’t listen, limbs jelly and eyes crossed with pleasure as his pace speeds up. “Fuck! Pussy looks so- ugh, so- damn good, creaming on my cock like that!” 

And when Dick finally, finally finishes, your body is completely limp, battered and trembling with pleasure as his seed spills into your cunt, puffy and red and twitching with overstimulation. 

“Uh- ungh- ah, f-fuck, Dick,” you slur out. He’s breathing hot and heavy behind you, cock throbbing inside your wet heat, before he pulls out. 

You shudder at the sensation. Dick’s chest, warm and slightly damp with sweat, presses against your back. 

“Ah- are you okay, babe? Sorry, I went a little- uh- psycho, there.” Dick gently nuzzles into your neck, kissing over the hickeys he’d left trailing down your skin. Carefully, he picks you up, turning you to face him as you snuggle into his broad body.

“Easy coming down from the high, love. Take your time,” Dick murmurs into your hair. “We’ll get you cleaned up in a little.” He coughs, looking away for a moment. “I- uh, I’m sorry again, babe…” 

“Mm…” you mumble. “’S ok, Dick…felt so good.”

He lets out a small sigh of relief before chuckling. “You like it rough?” Stroking your hair, he quietly hums. “If you want me to be rough, no need to provoke me on purpose.” 

You pout a little.

“But it’s more fun that way!” 

He raises an eyebrow, lips quirking up into a crooked smile. “Oh really?” Dick pokes your cheek. “Maybe I should try making fun of you next time,” he muses. 

“Mm, you can try, pretty boy.” You jab a finger into his shoulder, eyes fluttering shut. Dick’s chest rumbles with laughter. “Oh, so you think I’m pretty?” he teases. 

“…nuh-uh.”

“Yeah-huh.”

“Nuh-uh.”

Dick smirks before he leans forward, lips grazing your ear. “Didn’t seem that way when I was fucking you stupid, babe. Had you moaning my name and creaming on my di-”

“You-!”

Smacking his chest with a huff, you turn away before he can see you blush. “You’re so stupid, Dick Grayson.” 

“Pfft- I love you too, angel.” 

[bfbkg]

bkg after an argument

[maiamore]

the only way I want it

[devourrrmee]

GLORY BOX

warning - p links! dni if uncomfortable.

dc men (dick grayson, bruce wayne, jason todd, clark kent) x fem! reader

warning! must be logged into twt/x for you to see the links :p

incl ⤷ unprotected sex, oral, facefucking, rough sex, spanking, fingering, breeding kink/creampie, jerking off, cumshots, size kink (heavy in clark’s…couldn’t help it💔), anal play/fingering, public sex, car sex, hate fucking, male moaning, meow

ᯓᡣ𐭩 DICK GRAYSON

— he pounces on you once you’re alone

— mutual masturbation

— bf!dick who comes home from patrol all needy for you

— the ending to the classic “shut up”…”make me”

— size kink size kink size kink size kink

𓆰 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪ BRUCE WAYNE

— he’s just trying to ease your nerves before meeting the team!!

— fucking you on a yacht bc he’s bruce wayne

— husband!bruce who plays with your holes for stress relief :3

— he’s ruined other guys for you, all you crave is him

— fucking you after a gala

༉‧. JASON TODD

—“that’s it, take me all the way. fuuuckk.”

— bf!jason who sends you this shit so you’ll come home earlier

— he texts you “big dick is back in town” when he’s done w a mission

— somno with jason

— “ i hate you so fucking much.” “yeah? doesn’t seem like you hate my dick though..”

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ CLARK KENT

— husband!clark who eats you out and spells his name against your cunt with his tongue

— he’s too big so he has to fuck your thighs

— someone is not aware that he is … well endowed

— enjoys when you grind against him

— he makes himself smaller to function in everyday life and forgets how big he really is

[carbonfiction]

Cuddling with frank that turns to cock warming/sleepy sex

This situation is consuming my thoughts rn (ovulation and being touch starved is killin me chat) soooo, heres a lil somethin <3

Warnings: fairly short and mostly fluffy, cockwarming, mention of piv sex, sleepy sex, couple links below the cut for visuals (i couldn't resist)

Masterlist

Sleepy sex w frankie Nice n slow

Warm and content beneath the sheets, some crappy movie playing out in the background. Your holding eachother close, practically glued together infact; but the longer the clock ticks the less enough it becomes.

So hands wander, Lips kiss. A softly mumbled declaration of need pressed against soft skin. Neither of you even have to be naked, sweats and shorts tugged down or to the side.

Then a whine as his fingers slip over your slit, cock following as it bumps your clit. "Shhh, i know. i know baby, big stretch." he coos in response, that rumble of his delivering the words against your ear the moment he notches himself inside; the tip begining to stretch you open.

"There we go.. That better sweetheart?" he gruffs, bottoming out as you widen your legs just a touch. Pussy gripping tight around his length as you nod into his shoulder. "Yeah? Pretty girl just needed to be closer huh?"

This isnt about fucking like rabbits or obtaining a mind melting orgasm, not tonight. This is comfort, contentment. Closeness in its highest form.

Franks large hand stroking over the skin of your shoulder soothingly. Your head hidden into his neck, peeking out at an angle just enough to catch the screen. Breathles mingling as you hold onto eachother, quiet gasps falling into one anothers mouths at the occasional movement.

Theres comfort for a while then, sleepy and warm until that syrupy need takes over once more; throbs around him with a frequency to become noticeable. A little whine falling free when your hips rock down just a tad, chasing the feeling.

Frank hand finds your jaw and angles it up, eyes meeting yours when he whispers. "Dont move.. Dont gotta move, i gotcha" fingers drifting beneath the covers to circle at your clit; wet and swollen beneath his careful touch.

It eases the ache, as Frank always does. The gentle rocks of his pelvis, fingers pressing just enough at your bud. "There we go.. Nice n slow, just gotta feel" Guiding you through with a slow pace until you relax down once more; still full and a little more tired. Soft puffs fanning across Franks skin, difted away just for a while. Safe in those arms of his.

Bonus link (pinned and perfect) <3

[l12girlypop]

so hot

[cheshire-cat-lenalee2]

[unclefather]

can’t risk it

[bentejam]

THIS PIECE OF PICTURE WORKS. 

[fakesurgery]

Gotta take all the chances…..

[fit-beach-tea]

Never risk it

[bbylilithian]

Too close to final’s week

[maggierobots]

I could use it.

[mythical-illustrator]

Why not, spread the luck

[dduane]

Could use some of that. Why not? :)

[winxbillandtedfan]

Absolutely need

[angelwings-crossbowstrings]

Oh well. Why not?

[vaniniweenie]

Four leaf clover from 2014, give me some luck🙂‍↕️

[stylesispunk]

'The soldier in the armour'

Marcus Acacius x f!reader

sequel series: the soldier in the armour: In alia vita

summary: Your mother Lucilla arranges a marriage between you and general acacius to protect you from the emperor's geta obsession. Acacius doesn't love you but he is a man of honor and has swore to protect you.

warnings: angst, age gap, power imbalance, abuse of power, patriarchal society, smut, violence, mentions of blood, mention of children

wc: 51k.

status: completed

dividers by @/saradika-graphics

chapter i

chapter ii

chapter iii

chapter iv

chapter v

[literallydo3eyed]

When i tell you i sobbed, this is a bloody masterpiece

I highly recommend even if you aren't into this genre 😌

Keep the work up @stylesispunk !!!

[stylesispunk]

thaaaank you so much for reading this. I'm so glad you love it

[yeyinde]

PALINGENESIA | masterlist

DESTRUCTION x HUMAN!READER

He hasn't thought much of humans in the last several decades on this evolving, elusive quest for peace and solitude, but he never really had a reason to. He knows humans. Knows them as this muddled smear—an endless deluge of contradictions; as pharisaic, altruistic, selfish, selfless, wonderful, terrible things: symbiotic to himself and his siblings. Nothing more, nothing less.

But those ideas, those beliefs, are shattered when you—an ordinary human—washes up on his island with nothing but the clothes on your back, and a strange, almost unfathomable inability to leave his side no matter where he goes.

You're just something he can't make sense of.

eventual smut. forced proximity. possessive tendencies. under-negotiated kink. all of the imbalances. objectification, loss of agency and autonomy, undefined/dubious consent (in the what's a human to a god variety). rule breaking and the consequences those actions carry—so, also angst. major canon divergence.

i. phronesis, amathia—COMING SOON ii. dikaiosune, adikia iii. andreia, deilia iv. sophrosune, akolasia v. eudaimonia, ekpyrosis

[l12girlypop]

Finding You (Bucky Barnes x Reader) 12/?

Summary: You’ve been one of SHIELD’s top spies for years but what happens when the organisation you’ve put your trust in crumbles and Captain America gives you a mission to help him find his best friend? The last thing you expected to happen was to fall in love with your assignment and become best friends with a witch.

series tags: @buckylokisimp​​, @white-wolf-buckaroo​​, @austynparksandpizza, @markandlexies,  @yaszx​, @justsomecreaturewandering​

All marvel tags: @whoreforbuckybarness @badlandsbrunette​ @xxlovingfandomsxx​  @mattmurdockswh0r3 @bunnyweasley23​ @galacticstxrdust​

Add yourself to my taglist!

Masterlist

Chapter 1 ~ Chapter 2 ~ Chapter 3 ~ Chapter 4 ~ Chapter 5 ~ Chapter 6 ~ Chapter 7 ~ Chapter 8 ~ Chapter 9 ~ Chapter 10 ~ Chapter 11 ~

Warnings: none

Chapter Summary: Avengers compound slice of life, Y/N, Wanda and Vision go shopping

Chapter 12: You Have a Kind Heart

“What’s your favourite weapon to use?” Sam asks while we take a break from training. He’s keen to learn and I find it admirable.

“A gun is the boring choice, a bow and arrow well that’s Clint’s forte, a shield is too big and bulky for me; it’s not my style but this…” I raise my arm to reveal my whip. “It’s elegant, unassuming. At first glance, it looks like jewellery, it’s beautiful. But when I choose, it can do some damage.”

“It’s made of vibranium?” Sam asks.

I chuckle. “I wish. Boring old, earthly tungsten.”

“Well, that is the strongest metal from Earth so that’s still pretty impressive.”

“Back when I’d only fight against earthly beings it was enough, now… not so much.”

Sam nods. “I’m guessing you don’t wanna be doing this forever?”

I shrug. “I’ve always been an Agent of SHIELD. I grew up knowing that’s what I had to be. When SHIELD fell, Cap gave me a mission. Once that mission is over… I have no idea what I’ll do. I can’t be an Avenger, Sam. It’s not the life I want.”

“What do you want?”

I ponder for a moment and Clint catches my eye. Nat’s loading up the quinjet; she’ll be taking him to his family now that Dr Cho gave him the all-clear.

“Quiet,” I answer. “Peace and quiet.”

“And if it’s not what you expect?”

“At least I’ll know I have choices. That not everything is about finishing a mission.”

“Your weapon of choice is insight into how you approach battle. Natasha’s are guns; cold calculating, accurate. A consequence of her time in the KGB. Steve has a shield, he’s the protector, the defender of what is right, what is good. Thor’s is a hammer, a tool of strength, brute force and power. Yours is subtle, you know how to bring someone or something down from the inside, under guises,” Sam observes.

“I like to hide,” I state. Sam nods. “I was a SHIELD legacy, my path was drawn up for me. I had to excel, there was no room for disappointment. But I had to have the ability to back it all up. What makes her so special? I had to prove to them it wasn’t just because I was born into it.”

“So you graduate from two of SHIELD’s Academies and become the agent your parents could be proud of,” Sam finishes.

“I suppose… I never really got to be myself.” I sigh. “Are you ever not on duty, counsellor?”

Sam chuckles. “I guess not.” He reaches his hand out. I take it. “Think we should call it a day with training.”

I agree. “You should hit up Nat when she gets back, I’m sure she has a lot of self-discovery to do, too.”

“Oh yeah, I’m sure she’d love that,” Sam responds, heavy with sarcasm.

I finish up my shower and change into comfortable shorts and a sweater when FRIDAY announces someone at the gate. It’s a delivery man. “Let them through please, FRIDAY,” I answer as I approach the entrance to meet him.

“I got a delivery for Y/N L/N,” the older man says, holding a box.

I smile. “That’s me, thank you!”

“You take care, sweetheart,” says the friendly man.

He’s so adorable I love him. I take the box into the foyer and rip off the tape and smile. Just what I expected. I carry the box over to my “wing”, at least that’s what Tony refers to the locations of our rooms.

I knock on Wanda’s door, not without a little struggle as I balance the box.

She opens the door and smiles.

“You weren’t having a moment with Vision were you?” I tease. The mood feels a tiny bit lighter and I think he really helps with that.

“No, he’s out with Tony. What’s in the box?” She opens the door fully, letting me in. I place the box on the desk.

“DVDs. And a DVD player because clearly Tony thought of everything but those.”

Wanda digs into the box, pulling out the collections.

“Sitcoms? Soaps? 90s teen dramas?”

I nod, proud of the selection I curated. “I thought you’d like it…”

Wanda lets a smile slip through her lips. “I do, thank you.”

I set up the DVD player to her TV. “Are you feeling like watching anything right now?”

She scans through her options and I can see the gears in her head turning. “I’ve always wanted to get through Buffy the Vampire Slayer.”

I smile. “I loved those.” I put in the first disc and turn the lights down low, feeling like a kid at a slumber party.

Wanda pats the space next to her on the bed and I smile, sitting beside her. We fell asleep seven episodes and two popcorn bags in.

The sun shines through the windows, waking us. It’s a rare thing that I’m not woken up by Steve or Sam for a training session or a workout. Maybe I should sleep over at Wanda’s more. I stretch and yawn, wandering out of Wanda’s room and towards my bath room. I wash my face and brush my teeth. The compound is quiet but get a notification on my phone. It’s from Clint.

The ticket I owe you.

He didn’t forget… but I wish I could. I sigh. It was nice playing pretend for a while.

I see that Tony’s private chefs had prepared a spread of breakfast; eggs, bacon, suausages, pastries, cheeses and charcuterie, jams, honey and butter. Yum,

I load up my plate and sit at the table overlooking the fields, there’s a treeline in the distance. The compound used to be an old Stark Industries warehouse in Upstate New York. It’s nice to be surrounded by nature when I’m so used to brick buildings, skyscrapers and explosions. Maybe I could take up gardening when all of this is over… If it is ever over.

“Good morning,” Vision greets as he phases through the walls.

“Hey you, have some breakfast.”

“I’ve no need to consume food,” Vision answers.

“That doesn’t mean you can’t enjoy it.” I stand up and make him a typical English breakfast plate. “The cradle made you a humanoid body, you should try the simple pleasures of being human.”

He takes a seat at the table. Vision cuts up the sausage, hashbrown and loads it up on his fork then dips it into his sunny side up egg. “Phenomenal.”

I smirk. “Told you.”

We eat in a comfortable silence. 

“I believe Miss Romanoff will be returning today.” Vision announces.

“And Tony?”

“He is with Ms Potts at their home in Malibu.”

Steve is with Sharon but that might not be common knowledge yet. I smile at the thought of him getting close to someone. Especially someone like her. “I’m going to be going away once Nat and Steve are back… I have a mission that’s long overdue.”

Vision nods. “Sergeant Barnes.”

He seems to know everything.

“Back when I was still just JARVIS you were accessing files on him at Avengers Tower,” he explains how he obtained his knowledge.

“I have to find him. Not just for Steve but for him. After everything he’s been through… it’s too awful to face alone. He thinks that he doesn’t have anyone.”

“You have a kind heart, Agent Y/N.”

“You know… I’m technically not an agent anymore,” I tease.

“I’ll believe that once you retire.”

“I feel bad leaving now…” I think to Wanda and I know Vision knows it too. At least they’ve gotten close. Closer than close, really.

“Don’t feel bad.” Vision and I look up to see Wanda at the entryway from our wing. “He needs your help.” It’s a comfort to hear her say that. To know that she doesn’t think I’m abandoning her.

She grabs an orange juice and puts a croissant and takes a pot of butter and jam with her, sitting on the table. We’re in identical tracksuits, curtesy of Stark because we’ve been too lazy to get some clothes of our own.

“We should go shopping,” I announce. It’s a genius idea, don’t know why we haven’t gone before, I think sarcastically.

Vision raises a brow. “Shopping?”

I nod. “You can create your own wardrobe but Wanda, Nat and I? We’re stuck with these issued track suits and I’ve had enough.” I look to Wanda, waiting.

She contemplates, then gives a nod.

“Great, after berakfast, we go. Maybe we can get some gelato while we’re there.”

I use one of Tony’s cars to drive us to the nearest shopping mall. I previously asked Tony for a Stark Industries-issued credit card because, well, I used to have a salary when I worked for SHIELD and now I have nothing but my savings, which wouldn’t stretch for long. He was very generous to give one, and by generous, I mean I used guilt tripping on him.

We start with the basics, tops and jeans, some cute skirts that are on sale and hoodies and jackets. I think to the weather in Bucharest, it won’t be cold but definitely not warm either. We even show Vision some samples of what outfits he should create for himself.

“We should try the gelato you spoke of,” Vision suggests as we walk past a gelateria, the flavours in huge metal containers with the labels in cursive. We all look at the options.

“Can I have a scoop of pistachio and a scoop of bacio in a cup?” I order. Wanda gets a raspberry sorbet in a cone, and Vision asks for stracciatella and fragola.

 We take a seat on the benches outside as the sun was shining and it felt nice.

“This is good,” Vision praises the ice cream.

Wanda nods in agreement, smiling wide. Then it’s like she regrets smiling as she takes it back. “I wish Pietro could’ve been here to try it.” She looks at her cone. “He would’ve ordered coconut,” she says fondly. “We had never been to the beach… he liked those flavours so he could pretend, like in the shows we would watch,” she smiles at the memory. 

We finish our gelato and decide to head home, tired but satisfied with what we came up with.

I drive to the compound and I notice tracks on the grounds, as if someone was dragged through it.

“What the hell?” I whisper. 

“No threats currently detected,” Vision announces, scanning the entire compound.

I pull up to the garage and see one of the doors blasted open. “Huh,” I frown, putting the car in park. We exit the vehicle and unload the bags. “Seems like someone was redecorating.”

Whatever the fight was about must not have been too serious as we enter the compound and see Sam in the living room, not in a panic.

“So, are we going to address the structural and landscape damage?” I ask Sam.

“Nope, it’s no big deal and Cap doesn’t need to know about it. I had it handled,” he answers unconvincingly.

I nod but let it go. Wanda and I share a look, and we head to our wing, separating the clothes we bought.

“I shall assess the damage and arrange repairs,” Vision says, bidding goodbye.

“I know the real reason you wanted to go shopping…” Wanda starts. She sits on her bed. “You’re leaving.”

I sigh, nodding. “I have to help Steve. I’d ask if you want to come but I think that’s too much for you right now. It’s not what you need and that’s okay.”

“Steve’s friend is lost. I was lost once, I don’t know what I would have done if I didn’t have people to help me find my way,” I know that she’s talking about how she was doubting herself when we were cornered in that convenience store with the Ultron sentries closing in on us. “I understand why you have to do this,” she gives me a gentle smile. Reassurance. 

I sit next to her on her bed and put my hand on hers.

“I never really had friends before. It was always just me and Pietro… I’m glad to have you as a friend now.”

It means a lot to me that she sees me this way. “Good friends don’t come along all that often… I’m glad to have you, too.” We sit there for a moment.

“I want to let you know,” Wanda starts. “I will be finishing Buffy the Vampire Slayer without you.”

I let out a laugh. “Rude but understandable,” I reply.

A shadow appears at the doorway and we see Steve stopping at the threshold and leaning with his arms crossed, looking very authoritative.

“You’re back!”

He smiles, fondly. “I heard laughter and just had to come see for myself.”

“You missed out on all the fun, we went shopping and got ice cream,” I recall the day, omitting whatever it is that Sam went through. Perhaps that will always be a mystery.

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Not crazy about this chapter, it could defo be longer and have more to it but I'm struggling and just wanna get to bucky now haha Pls comment, feedback is super appreciated and lets me know people are still reading lol

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THE EMPEROR'S FAVORITE

FULL MASTERLIST + DRABBLES & HCS!

pairing - emperor!mark grayson x reader

summary - you were supposed to form an alliance. instead you slept with him three days in and now you have no idea what’s happening.

content notice: 18+. smut starts early. reader grew up in an ancient sword worshipping honor cult and has no clue what a crush is. expect minor misunderstandings, post sex emotional turmoil, and sporadic background war crimes.

chapter 1 part 1 / part 2: you agreed to spar and now you’ve basically dry humped in front of the royal guard he flipped you. you flipped him. something flipped. definitely not your feelings. nope.

chapter 2 part 1 / part 2: so you slept with him. once. respectfully. it was a political alliance. with benefits. shut up.

chapter 3 part 1 / part 2 / part 3: you called it “a one-time thing” and then did it again immediately you would like to go back in time. or die. either works.

chapter 4 part 1 / part 2: he touched your back and now you’re in love maybe?? he said “you’re safe now.” what the fuck are you supposed to do with that.

chapter 5 part 1 / part 2: he tucked your hair behind your ear like he wasn’t balls deep yesterday you want to scream into a sword rack. you settle for a bath and a panic nap.

chapter 6: everyone knows. literally everyone. one of the guards winked at you. another said “congratulations.” you might die.

chapter 7: he called you “his” in front of your royal family, and now you’re vibrating out of your body you said “that’s just cultural.” no one believed you. especially not him.

chapter 8: you wore his cape once and now he’s feeding you fruit like you’re married he said “open.” you almost proposed.

chapter 9: you were supposed to leave. now you’re curled up in his bed talking about names for hypothetical children. it’s fine. everything is fine. you’ll just… stay a little longer.

DRABBLES

late night debrief, but it’s mostly making out you come to his room to discuss battle strategy. you leave wearing his cape.

you get injured and try to hide it. mark finds out. he does not take it well he’s the emperor of restraint. until it’s you bleeding.

requests open!

HEADCANONS

how you say “i love you” without actually saying it you fix his cape. he calls you first when terra gets sick. no one says anything. everyone knows.

things you do that make the him feral (and he thinks no one notices) that one costume. the wrist wrap thing. calling him “sir” in public. the sword. always the sword.

terra walks in on something she should not have seen. you both rethink your lives she just wanted juice. now you’re hiding in the hallway and mark is giving her an awkward lecture about knocking.

requests open!

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Could I Be Yours (a Joel Miller fic) Part 3

Pairing - Joel x Married Female Reader 

Series Summary - You’ve been married for two years now to your long term man Marcus, but with your dwindling sex life and your marriage on the rocks, you came to an agreement. You're allowed to sleep with other men. The only rules? 1- You have to tell your husband about it. 2- No staying the night, you always leave after sex. And lastly, rule number 3, you can’t sleep with the same man more than once. These rules are in place to avoid feelings blooming, but what happens when you meet Joel, and end up breaking all of the rules? Will it break your marriage too? If faced with a choice between Joel Miller and your husband, who would you choose? 

Read part 1 and part 2 

Chapter summary - With your feelings for Joel making themselves known you try and make a decision regarding your marriage. 

Warnings - infidelity, smut, protected + unprotected piv, oral sex (fem receiving), tiny bit of angst, Joel being a menace, Joel being vulnerable, angry Marcus. 

Word Count - 7k+

a/n - Tysm for the continued love and support for this series! So so grateful

Your phone pings with a text notification exactly twenty four hours after you left Joel’s house, exactly twenty four hours after you ran away. You didn’t read it straight away, you couldn’t face what you imagined to be a rejection. So, you turned your phone over so the screen was out of view and busied yourself with a deep clean of the house, you changed bed sheets, cleaned the bathroom and the kitchen, hoovered and mopped the floors but you still saw his face when you blinked, his dark eyes engraved into your eyelids. You showered, washed your hair and aggressively cleaned your body, but you still felt Joel’s trail of lingering kisses burning your skin. Unable to uselessly distract yourself any longer, you picked up your phone and opened the text message from Joel. 

Everything ok, sweetheart? You kinda rushed off on me. Call me :) 

Reading the text, you struggled to gather your thoughts and make sense of your feelings. It wasn’t a rejection, a hey i don't think we should see eachother anymore text, but it didn’t give you any answers either. He seemed so nonchalant, so blase, as if you hadn’t opened up to him about your feelings at all, as if he hadn't completely and utterly confused you. 

Unsure of what to respond, you decide against responding all together, for now, at least. You didn’t feel as though you could call him, you couldn’t even decide on words to send him in a text, there was no way your brain would be able to conjure up a response in real time over the phone. So, you put your phone down again and got through the rest of your weekend, trying not to think about him. 

Nothing had changed between you and Marcus, not that you expected it to, you lived like roommates, as if you shared this house and nothing more. He came home late on Saturday night and was out of the house before you woke up on Sunday morning, not even giving you a chance to ask where he was going, although you weren’t sure you would, given the chance. 

Monday came and went, with little to no interaction with Marcus, piles of work that you had to get done and a missed call from Joel. You didn’t see the call until an hour later and were too swamped to call back, so you left it. That night after work, you contemplated calling him back, Marcus wasn’t home so you didn't have to worry about him hearing, but you were at a loss for words. You had no idea what to say to Joel, but worse than your lack of words were your nerves. You were nervous as to what his words would be, so you didn’t call. 

The next day at work was quieter, you didn’t have to eat your lunch at your desk while you worked so you went for a walk on your lunch break, sitting in the park not far from the office with your lunch. As you sat down, you felt your phone vibrating and, fishing it out of your back pocket, read Joel’s name in bold font across your phone screen. Staring at the writing for a few seconds and taking a deep breath, you answered the phone, unable to avoid him any longer. You held the phone up to your ear and watched a bird fly out of a hole in a tree, internally wondering if it was fleeing the nest, like you wanted to and spoke a quiet, “Hi.”

“Hey, sweetheart,” his gruff voice sent shivers down your back, “what's goin’ on, are you ok?”

“I’m ok,” you sigh, mentally kicking yourself for your inability to just let it out, and pause before continuing, “are you?”

“Yeah, I’m just at work,” there was a brief pause, a beat of silence where you both held your phones to your ears, thinking of the right words to say. “Listen, when we were talking that night, I panicked… I kinda froze, I guess.” His voice was apologetic, his normally confident speech was broken into parts by breaks and pauses, stutters and stammers, as if he had thought of what to say beforehand but had more words on his mind. “I shoulda’ said more, I just got nervous,” you heard him take a sip of a drink before continuing, “it’s been years since I’ve felt anything for anyone and…. It's a little weird feelin’ this way for a married woman,” he released a small chuckle at his words, “but I’d be an idiot not to see what happens.”

“I…. Joel I don’t really know what to say,” you answered truthfully, you wished that words would come to your mind, any words other than the ones you spoke, but none did. You were so taken aback by his speech that nothing was coming out of your mouth. Luckily, Joel filled the silence.

“Sarah’s stayin’ at a friends again on Friday. Do ya’ wanna come over?” He asked before quickly adding, “I’ll cook.” As if you needed any more convincing. 

“I’d love to,” you said, your smile steadily widening as you spoke. 

“And bring some clothes to sleep in this time,” he added, and although his voice was as deep and gruff as ever, you swore you could hear his smile.

“I’d rather wear your clothes to sleep, honestly,” you retorted before saying your goodbyes, with Joel promising to check in with you in a couple days. 

After the conversation, Joel was feeling better. His thoughts were still clouded by you, but they were no longer negative. He no longer worried he’d ruined everything by shutting down that night, but his worries were persistent when it came to his feelings. It had been so long since he had felt anything other than lust for a woman, so long since he had wanted to cater to a woman, so long since the word relationship had crossed his mind. This was terrifying for Joel already, but factoring in the fact that you were married to another man made it so much worse. He knew you were unhappy with your husband but he didn't know your plans, he didn't know what you saw for yourself in the future. He didn’t know if you would leave your husband or stay married to him. Worst of all, he didn’t know if you thought about him, the way he thought about you. Joel could no longer ignore the rush he experienced when you were around. The dam inside him had broken and although vulnerability did not come easily to him, he was willing to be vulnerable for you, willing to be open for you. He was ready to expose his heart to you, rip it out of his chest and hold it up to you to show the speed at which it beat when you were around him. He needed to know that you felt the same. That you had to remind yourself to breathe when you saw him, just like he had to do when you looked his way. He needed to know if your heartbeat quickened when you saw him, if it synced with his when you caught eyes. 

Joel had never known a woman like you, a woman so strong, intelligent, funny and witty. Joel had never had sex as good as he did with you and Joel had never felt such a wordless connection. He felt the connection immediately, when he looked around the bar that night and found you already looking at him, he felt compelled to approach you. He felt confident under your gaze, just like he felt dizzy underneath your touch, enchanted beneath your spell. 

Joel cringed when his mind circled back to the conversation that was had in his bed, his nervous, thoughtless reaction that caused you to leave so quickly the next morning. Watching you leave like that, almost sprinting out of the house, had him reeling, searching his memories for something that would have caused it. He didn't have to backtrack for long, his short answer and haste kiss on the cheek was now engraved into his brain, his own voice taunting him whenever his mind was quiet. It had been so long since he felt this way that his first reaction was to sabotage himself, but he didn't want to do that anymore, he didn’t want to stand in his own way when he could have you. 

After a good day at work on Thursday, you ran into a slight problem after arriving home. You had been relying on Marcus going to his weekly guys night on Friday, so you wouldn’t have to lie about your whereabouts. So, your surprise was evident when he’d asked, almost immediately after you’d walked through the door, “How about we have a night in tomorrow? Just the two of us.”

“I thought you were going to your guys night again?” The first half of your answer was genuine, at least, “I made plans with Carrie for tomorrow,” you lied through your teeth, “think we’re gonna’ have a pamper, self care sort of night. I’m sorry.” Although you really didn’t feel sorry at all. Was he really trying now? Trying to spend more time with you, trying to pay more attention to you again? As soon as you stopped showing signs of sadness at his lack of attention, love and time spent on you, he tried to suck you back in, but when you were upset and trying your hardest to make the marriage work, he was nowhere to be found. 

“Guess I’ll go see the guys, then,” he huffed loudly, like a child unable to get their own way, and headed for the stairs. Halfway through the living room, he turned around, pointed towards the bouquet that Joel bought for you, and asked, “By the way, who got you those flowers?”. And fuck, you had completely forgotton that you decided to deal with the flowers later, not realising then that later would be almost a week later, with Marcus shooting daggers at you from across the room.

“Oh… I got them,” you began your lie, “for myself. Saw the florist after work on Friday and, I haven’t had flowers in the house in a while so,” you felt yourself starting to ramble so you cut yourself off with a shrug, your heart beating in your ears as you watched him walk away once again. 

That night, when you went to bed, the door to the guest bedroom was closed, and you could see a sliver of light underneath the door. Walking into your bedroom, the bed was empty and completely untouched, confirming your suspicions that Marcus had decided to sleep in the spare bedroom. Months ago, this distance would have clutched tightly at your heart like a fist, your eyes would have welled with tears and you would feel only despair for the end of your marriage. But looking at the empty bed, there were no tears, only a dull ache at the thought of the last 12 years spent with Marcus. A dull ache that solidified that you no longer loved him, a dull ache that announced to you that maybe you were ready to leave him. A dull ache that symbolised your decision finally being made.

Going to sleep that night, you decided that you would talk to Marcus about a divorce as soon as you could, that you would look for your own home to move into, one that wasn’t already filled with your own memories, one that hadn't housed you in your unhappiness for so long. For the first time, you slept soundly that night, and awoke excited at the prospect of being alone, of building and focusing on your own life, rather than building your life around someone else’s. 

In a shockingly good mood all throughout Friday, you weren’t surprised that you hadn’t seen Marcus all day, but you figured you would be able to talk to him about going your separate ways later on in the weekend, and instead, focused your efforts and excitement on getting ready to go to Joel’s. Opting for a comfortable outfit of denim shorts and a strappy tank top, you headed to Joel’s, nervous excitement brimming inside you. Parking in his driveway and knocking on his door had your heart almost slamming out of your chest, you thought of the last time you had been here, the way you had wanted to leave as quickly as possible. Faced with the prospect of seeing him again, being in his space, you couldn’t wait to walk through the door.

“Well don’t you look cute,” he smiled as he opened the door, moving to the side, gesturing for you to walk past him and inside the house. Taking a second to take him in, you noticed that his hair was wet, slicked back tidily at the front, but his curls were slowly forming at the back of his head, where his hair was drying quicker. He looked so handsome like this, you loved his hair when it was curly and unruly, but like this, you could see his whole face, completely unobstructed and fuck, he was beautiful. 

“You look so handsome,” you said, still taking in his appearance, “did you just get out of the shower?” He wore grey sweatpants and a black, short sleeved t-shirt that was once again, impossibly tight around his shoulders and biceps. His big, broad frame would make any shirt look tight on him, as if it were fighting not to break, not to unravel under the pressure. 

“Yeah, I did,” he answered while leading you into the living room, where the tv was playing something you couldn’t quite make out, “shame you missed it.” You were worried that you wouldn’t be able to escape the air of awkwardness, worried that the ending of your last meeting would dull the start of this one, but hearing his words and seeing his smirk reassured you that there would be no such thing.

“There’s always time for that,” you laughed as you sat on the sofa beside him and he quickly placed his arm on the back of the couch, allowing you to sink into him. “I was promised food,” you gave him a pointed look as you spoke, “what are you cooking?” 

“About that,” he looked at you sheepishly and paused, a small smile on his face, “the more I thought about what to cook, the more nervous I got so I thought we could just order somethin’.” Your grin widened at his abashed expression, finding his words absolutely adorable, and leaned into kiss him, mumbling against his mouth that you had been craving pizza anyway. Joel hummed in approval against your mouth, leaned into the kiss before pulling away to get up and ordering the pizza. He rolled his eyes when you asked for a hawaiian, but relayed the order over the phone with no complaints. 

“Said it’d be around 45 minutes, s’ a busy night,” he held your chin gently with his thumb and forefinger, turned your head to face him and softly slotted his lips with yours. His plump lips moved with yours in an easy, almost lazy rhythm as he opened your legs and moved to settle between them, allowing you to feel his already hard length. You wrapped your legs around his hips, pulling him deeper into your embrace as he licked deeper into your mouth, you were so close, but you wanted more, you wanted him as close as possible. 

“Joel,” you gasped as he started grinding his length into you, the denim of your shorts adding to the friction. His lips moved down to your neck, trailing kisses down your neck to your chest, pulling you top down to expose your breasts before landing his lips on your nipple, lapping his tongue around it and sucking it into his mouth as your breathing picked up, small gasps and whimpers being released from your mouth. “Joel please,” you looked down at him as he moved on to your other breast and repeated the actions, “touch me,” you begged. 

“I am touching you, sweetheart,” you whined at his cocky response and moved your hips, grinding upwards to add friction where you needed it most. Joel looked at where you were desperately moving your hips and let out a chuckle, a chuckle that made you feel small and almost pathetic, but also made you all the more wet and needy for him. His hand trailed down your body, from your breast to the top of your denim shorts, dipping beneath the hem and circling your skin with a featherlight touch. “You want me down here, baby?” He asked as he undid the button of your shorts and started pushing them down, you instinctively lifted your hips so he could pull your shorts down completely, leaving you in your underwear, with your hard nipples exposed to Joel’s hungry gaze. Lifting your legs so that your thighs rested against your front, Joel directed your hands to the backs of your thighs and instructed, “Hold em’ right here f’me, baby,” before kneeling on the floor, positioning himself so that his face was level with your clothed pussy. Joel growled as he looked at the wet spot rapidly growing on your underwear, and you watched him with wide eyes as he ran his nose down your seam, from your clit to your hole and back up again and, to your complete surprise, unabashedly inhaling your scent. Your hands moved from holding your legs to holding your face, covering it in embarrassment, but Joel would let you do no such thing. He grabbed your elbows from his position below you and pulled them down. He moved your underwear to the side, licked a stripe up your pussy. 

“Don’t be embarrassed,” he said before harshly sucking your clit into his mouth and stopping to speak again, “I love everything about this pussy, baby. The taste, the smell,” he said in a low growl, before beginning his attack on your centre. He alternated between licking and slurping passionately at your clit, wrapping his lips around it and sucking it into his mouth, and pushing his tongue inside you. You couldn’t keep your moans to yourself, your body was reacting to his touches loudly and openly, your moans loud and high pitched, while your legs shook every time Joel’s mouth wrapped around your clit. 

“Joel,” you gasped, your voice shaky as your eyes fluttered shut, unable to keep them open as Joel continued his merciless attack. Your breath hitched and your eyes shot open when you felt a finger prodding at your entrance, before thrusting in and out of you at a fast pace. “Joel, please,” you said, louder this time, “I wanna come, Joel, please,” you continued in an unstable voice as you looked down at him. Joel didn’t answer with words, but with growls and groans of his own as he tasted you. His fingers curled at that spot guaranteed to make you scream, and his hand moved to your lower stomach, sprawled out adding pressure. You were hurtling towards your release, and recognised a feeling only Joel had pulled out of you before. “Joel stop I’m gonna make a mess,” you spoke quickly, the words coming out jumbled together as your breath quickened drastically. 

“I want you to make a mess of my face, baby,” Joel said quickly before reattaching his mouth to you, pushing you further towards release, before speaking again, “give me what I want.”

His words made you give in immediately, no longer caring about making a mess, you gave in to Joel’s movements, your whines becoming more and more high pitched as he continued his movements. You couldn’t speak, only let out incoherent whines and pleas, before your mouth opened in a silent scream, the only sound leaving you was that of your breath hitching and the squelch of the wetness between your legs as it gushed out of you. Joel muttered, “good girl,” as you came down, your breath violently being pushed out of you as you watched him rise from his knees, the bottom half of his face soaked with your juices, as was his forearm. You bit your lip at the evidence of your orgasm that covered him, leaving a shine on his skin. 

“I need you inside,” you whispered as he hovered above you, overcome with desire to be full of him. He quickly put on a condom and returned to his position. 

“You’re so beautiful,” he muttered as he kissed your temple and leaned back to line himself up with your entrance. “Love watching you come for me,” he said as he pushed the tip inside, the last word of the sentence trailing off into a low groan as he felt your warmth enveloping him. 

He pushed inside slowly, allowing you to adjust to his size, before wrapping his arms around your thighs and lifting them up, your feet in the air next to his head, leaving only your shoulders and upper back on the sofa. When he was happy with the position, he started thrusting all the way in and out of you quickly as he held you still by your legs, until the sound of your skin slapping could be heard throughout the room. A moan was forced out of your mouth with each thrust, your throat opening up to release a breath each time Joel filled you to the brim, he fucked you hard and fast while he let out grunts and groans of his own, inbetween strings of praise. 

“This pussy feels so fuckin’ good,” he exhaled, and while his voice showed signs of fatigue, his body showed no signs of slowing down as he placed your back flat on the sofa and pushed your legs down so that your thighs rested against your stomach once again. This time, he didn’t instruct you to hold them, but held them down himself as he fucked you. The change in angle allowed him to push inside and reach deeper than before, knocking the wind out of you as he brushed the spot only he could reach. He watched as your eyes rolled back and fluttered closed, your mouth opening to let out loud whimpers and whines at how deep you felt him, and he whispered, “that’s it, baby,” before slowing down slightly, allowing you to feel every inch of him grinding into you. “This pussy takes me so fuckin’ good, you’re such a good girl.”

“So deep,” you replied breathlessly, his praise making your head spin. Joel’s hand suddenly settles at your neck, only applying slight pressure, pressure that, mixed with the fullness his cock gave, made you gasp in pleasure. 

“I know it’s deep but you can take it, right?” he asked and you nodded your head erratically, as best as you could with his hand around your neck. “That’s right, my good girl takes it all.” You involuntarily clenched around him at his words, his smirk returning to his lips as he felt the effect that he had on you. “Touch your pretty little clit f’me,” he ordered, his voice breathy but still dominant, “make yourself come on my cock.”

You moved your hand down towards your centre and felt where your bodies met, where he was stretching you out like no one had done before, and surely like no one ever would again. Moving your fingers upwards towards your clit, you moved your fingers in tight, steady circles in an effort to make yourself come, wanting to do everything he asked of you, if it meant hearing even a morsel more of his praise. Your moans grew louder as you grew closer with each grind of Joel’s hips and each flick of your fingers. Between whines and gasps you tried to speak, “Joel, fuck, I’m gonna’,” but the words came out jumbled and broken, “Oh my God, you’re gonna make me,” you broke off in a high pitched moan, the noise accompanied by the squelching sound of your wetness gushing out of you as Joel kept thrusting hard, and he didn’t stop until he emptied into the condom with a low grunt and an extended fuuuuck. 

Catching your breath, you watched as Joel ran to grab a cloth, still completely naked, and returned to gently clean you up. He put his boxers and sweats back on, but threw his shirt towards you, grumbling about how that would be comfier than, “those tight ass shorts,” before going to the kitchen. While he was gone, you got up to put your underwear back on and slipped his shirt over your head, feeling comfy and safe, enveloped in his clothes that still held his scent. Joel came back with a glass of water in his hand, “Just realised I didn’t even offer you a drink when you came in,” he placed the glass in your hand before sitting next to you and pulling you close. 

“Your southern hospitality’s awful,” you giggled, “fucking me without even asking if I was thirsty?”

Joel opened his mouth to answer but was soon stopped by the doorbell ringing. “‘S probably the pizza,” he mumbled as he got up and walked to the door, paying the man and grabbing the pizza boxes in his hands before turning around and kicking the door closed. He settled next to you on the sofa again, placing the pizzas on the table and opening them up. 

The tv was on, but you were hardly paying attention to what was playing, some re-run of an old show with an obnoxiously loud laughing track, you preferred to listen to Joel tell you about his week. He told you about his brother's mistakes that angered him to no end and the shock of his daughter asking him if he was seeing anyone.

“She asked you that?” He nodded at your question as he took a huge chunk out of his slice of pizza, chewing obnoxiously. 

“Yeah,” he said, “she’s a little suspicious, I think Tommy might’ve mentioned something.” 

“You talk to Tommy about me or something?” You asked teasingly, sitting back on the sofa and huffing at how full you felt. 

He threw his last crust onto the pizza box, chewing his last bite before answering, “Had to explain why I kept checkin’ my phone somehow.” He sent you a wink as he spoke, smiling at you as you yawned and quickly tried to cover your mouth with your hand. 

“You tired?” 

“No,” you said sheepishly. 

“C’mon, let’s go to bed,” he held your hand and began tugging you up off the sofa. 

“I don’t want to sleep yet,” you whined, not wanting the night to end so quickly.

“We can just relax in bed for a while, baby,” he tugged you towards the stairs, gesturing for you to walk up first. He gave your ass a couple light slaps as you walked up, earning giggles from you. You brushed your teeth side by side, stealing glances at each other in the mirror and Joel left for the bedroom while you used the toilet. 

Crawling into bed beside Joel, you inched closer towards him and found comfort in his outstretched arms. You lay facing each other, one of his arms resting underneath your body, allowing you to be as close as you could. He held you with a gentle grip, his big hands were outstretched, one spread across your back underneath his shirt and the other rested on your bicep. His hands were momentarily still, allowing you to feel the warmth of his hands, the heat being transferred from Joel’s body to yours through his soft touch. He continued to look at you as he started moving his hands, his fingers gently moving along your skin, as though he was connecting constellations in the stars. Your eyes followed his fingers carefully, your eyes traced their every move, just as the tips of his fingers traced every curve of your body, every bump or scar on your skin. And under the trace of his fingers, under the gaze of his eyes you felt truly seen. Has anybody seen you the way he saw you then? His gaze was heavy, his stare intense, but you didn’t shy away from his eyes, you didn’t flinch from his featherlight touch, you returned his stare and you returned his caress. Your fingers started moving along the skin of his arms, along the lines in his face, as if off their own accord. You subjected him to the same heavy, all consuming gaze as you looked into his eyes. You subjected him to the same featherlight, earnest touch as you ran your hands down his back, his sides, his arms, his face, anywhere you could reach. Because in that moment you saw him and he saw you. 

You moved your hand up to Joel’s now dishevelled hair and ran your hand through it but Joel was quick to stop your endeavour. He grasped your wrist in his hand and turned it around, so that your palm was facing you. You watched as he looked at your hand with a furrowed brow. You couldn’t understand why your hand had captivated him so intensely until his other hand came up to join yours in front of his face, and he traced your wedding band with his thumb.You opened your mouth to speak but no words left your throat, and Joel’s words lingered in the air instead. 

“Take the ring off.” He was now looking at you rather than at your ring, his eyes bored into yours as a shocked expression overtook your features. “Please,” he added, almost desperately, his voice nothing more than a whimper. “Just for tonight, I wanna’ pretend you're not his, that you’re mine.”

His confession almost broke you. You had struggled while coming to grips with your feelings but hadn’t thought about how Joel must feel, seeing a married woman, sleeping with a married woman, knowing that she was going home to her husband eventually. You carefully slid your wedding ring off your finger and moved from the bed to place it in your bag. When you climbed back into bed, you placed your left hand, now lacking your wedding ring, onto his cheek and, looking into his eyes, told Joel what you wished was true, “I’m yours, Joel.”

Joel’s lips met yours in a tender kiss, and when they departed, Joel spoke into your mouth, “I’m yours too,” his words left his lips, travelled down your throat and into your body, and devastated you from the inside out, “I’ll still be yours when you go back to him.” 

You couldn’t speak, no helpful words came to your mind as you looked into Joel’s eyes. They looked into yours with a sad longing, one that you were sure was reflected in your own eyes. Unable to conjure up the words, you put your lips to his and kissed him deeply, pushing all the words you couldn't say into his mouth, willing him to understand you through your touch. His palm came to rest at the back of your neck, softly keeping you in place as he kissed you back, his tongue licking into your mouth as his other hand went to your lower back and pulled you closer towards him until your front was flush with his. His mouth left yours and placed kisses down your neck while his hands went to the ends of the shirt you were wearing, pulling it up and over your head. You did the same to him, wanting to feel his skin on yours, with nothing between your bodies.  

He went to position himself further down the bed, further down your body and slowly spread your legs, but the sudden feeling of emptiness that dominated you made your arms lower to his, and your hands pulled at him to bring his face to yours again. The emptiness could be felt throughout your body, and you knew it would only be satisfied by Joel filling you up. “I just want you inside,” you whispered when his face was level with yours again.

“At least let me open you up first,” he said with furrowed brows, not wanting to hurt you, but pain was the last thing on your mind at that moment. You just wanted him. You wanted to feel him everywhere. 

“Please,” you asked, “I need it.” He said nothing in response, only reached over your body to get into the bedside drawer, pulling out a condom. Your disappointment was evident in your face, and you let out a quiet, “no,” that was barely above a whisper. He turned his head to look at you and raised an eyebrow. 

“I want to feel you, Joel,” you said, your voice still quiet, “all of you.” Suddenly worried about his response, you added, “I’m clean, I got checked last time I was at the gynaecologist.” You took a deep breath before continuing. “I haven’t been with… him since then.” Your voice was timid and nervous, unsure how to explain that it had been weeks, months even, since you had slept with your husband. You were anxious to bring him up in such a conversation, unable to say his name, you knew he would know exactly who you were talking about. 

He grimaced at your words, at the mention of your husband, but quickly hid his distaste, “I got tested after the last person I slept with, I’m clean too” his soft voice matched your quiet words as he placed the condom back in the drawer and pulled you close again. “Are you sure?” he asked, his eyes searching yours for any aversion, any discomfort, but only found a pleading want as you nodded your head and whispered a yes. 

He positioned himself in between your legs and kissed you softly while running his fingers through your folds, gathering your wetness onto his hand, circling your clit teasingly once, and spreading your juices onto his cock. His lips didn’t leave yours as he positioned his tip at your entrance and pushed himself inside you, moving inch by inch, creating a delicious burn as he stretched you out and filled you to the brim. 

“You feel so fuckin’ good, sweetheart,” 

You wrapped your legs around him in an attempt to pull him closer, although it felt impossible. He stayed fully seated inside of you, completely enveloped by your warmth as you both let out gasps and groans at the feeling. When Joel started moving, it was a slow, steady grind. Barely a movement, but enough to cause a delicious friction for both of you. You let out high pitched gasps of his name and he released grunts of yours. Your back arched as his tip kissed that spot so deep inside of you and his arms moved smoothly under your body, wrapping around you and holding you tight. You wrapped your arms around his neck, your fingers running through his hair and pulling as he pushed heavy breaths out of your lungs. 

In a messy, close tangling of limbs that was both greedy and unhurried, needy but not rushed, you felt him deep inside of you. You felt his whole length inside of you as he ground further into you, barely leaving the warmth of your cunt, only wanting to feel close to you, not wanting the separation that came with a full thrust. 

“Joel,” you gasped, “Joel, please,” your mouth started to babble, the words involuntarily leaving you as he grunted in your ear, the sounds only heightening your wetness, your pussy clenching around his cock each time you heard him. 

“What is it, sweetheart?” He asked with a hard grind of his hips, pushing impossibly deeper inside. 

“I want you to fill me up, Joel,” you begged, your voice cracking with need. 

“You’re already full o’me, baby,” he chuckled into your ear, taking your earlobe in between his teeth, licking and nibbling while continuing the rhythmic grind of his hips. 

“No, Joel,” you were cut off by a loud moan leaving your throat as his hand slipped between your bodies to your clit, his fingers moving in tight, unfaltering circles to match the press of his hips. “I want you to come inside me.” 

Joel groaned loudly as soon as the words reached his ears, gasping your name in equal parts shock and contentment. He pulled his head back to look into your eyes, his eyebrows raised in a wordless question. 

“I have an IUD,” you said while pressing your hands into his lower back, wanting him, needing him deeper. His fingers moved quicker on your clit as he groaned at your admission, his hips faltering slightly. 

“Such a fuckin’ good girl for me,” he grunted out, “lettin’ me stuff you full.” You moaned at his words and clamped down around his cock. The steady grind of his hips had now faltered and he was thrusting in and out of you slowly, but he was just as deep as before. This change in movement caused his tip to brush that spot over and over, in a quick procession. This, mixed with his words and grunts in your ear and his finger running firm circles on your clit made you come completely unannounced. It hit you like a wall and there was nothing you could say, you came with your mouth open in a silent scream, your walls clamped around his cock and fluttered gratefully. Your chest moved up and down with heavy breaths as Joel continued to fuck into you, pushing so deep inside and moaning your praise.

“That’s my good girl, fuck,” his grunts were becoming louder, deeper as he hurtled toward his orgasm, his hips stammering the closer he got. “Tell me you’re mine,” he said, his voice a mix between a plea and a command. “Fuckin tell me you’re mine,” he repeated, louder than before.

“I’m yours, Joel,” you said through moans, he was fucking you hard and deep, messy and hurried. “I’m yours,” you repeated once more before pleading, “come inside me, Joel.”

He let out a low growl at your words, and pushed himself deep, so that he was fully seated inside you, and let go, coming inside of you before pulling out to watch his spend trickle out of you, pushing it back in with his fingers before it could go far. 

Exhausted, you lay down and closed your eyes, feeling the absence of his presence for a moment, until he returned to clean you up and got into bed beside you. You had read and read but never understood the feeling expressed in Jane Eyre of feeling so close to a lover, of being bone of his bone, and flesh of his flesh. You had certainly never felt that close to Marcus. But in that moment, lying there with Joel, with your wedding ring thrown to the side and forgotten, your skin connected to his, your legs tangled together, as if you had tied yourselves to one another in an effort to keep each other near, you felt it, you understood. 

 The last thing you remembered before falling completely asleep was Joel placing a soft kiss on your temple. 

You woke to an empty bed the next morning, the sheets crumpled and still warm to the touch on Joel’s side. Getting out of bed, you put on Joel’s shirt again and brushed your teeth in the bathroom before walking towards the stairs. At the top of the stairs you were met with the sight of Joel walking up, with a cup of coffee in each hand. 

“Go back to bed,” his soft command was met with a look of confusion from you. “My plan was to wake you up with coffee in bed,” he explained, “so go back to bed.” You giggled at his thoughtfulness and upon hearing Joel’s quiet, “please,” turned around and walked back to the bedroom, settling into bed once more. You listened to the patter of his footsteps up the stairs and towards the room and the sexy gruff of his voice wishing you a “Mornin’, darlin’,” as he walked in, as if he hadn’t already seen you that morning. 

He placed a cup of coffee in your outstretched hands and sat in bed beside you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and kissing your forehead. 

“Thank you, Joel,” you whispered, smiling up at him, leaning up and pressing your lips against his. Last night was still at the forefront of your mind and you were overcome with emotions you couldn’t quite explain. 

“Listen,” Joel began, “I meant what I said last night,” his words came at exactly the right time. 

“I want you,” he explained, “and not just like this, I want all of you. But I need to know what your plans are, I need to know I’m not getting invested for nothing.” He took a deep breath before continuing, “You might be mine for now but when you go home to him, I still belong to you. So I just, I need to know.”

“I’m not staying with him Joel. It’s just, it's a big thing, a long process.” You wished you could give him more reassurance, but you weren’t sure what you could say that would put his mind at ease. You looked into his eyes and said, “I want you, not him.”

Joel’s hand came up to your cheek, lightly stroking the skin next to your ear with his thumb, “I don't want to put pressure on you, I just need to know that this is going somewhere.” 

“It is,” you promised, “I’ll talk to him.” You pressed a kiss to his lips, as if you were sealing a promise, and felt nothing but happiness and safety. 

The rest of the morning passed in pure domestic bliss, Joel cooked breakfast and you both drank another coffee while you talked over the show that was on tv. When it was time for you to leave, you reluctantly got dressed and gathered your things and climbed into the car, rolling the window down. Joel stood next to the window and leaned in to kiss you goodbye. Unable to leave yet, the goodbye kiss turned into an I don’t want to go kiss, full of uncertainty and words you wanted to say but couldn’t quite articulate. Pulling away you settled on a meek, “bye,” while Joel promised to call you soon. Joel watched and waved as you reversed out of his driveway and drove away, both of your minds full of possibilities for the future. 

Your drive home was uneventful. You felt positive and excited, you were finally clear on your plans. You knew that you had to speak to Marcus about your marriage, suggest a separation and request a divorce and although you knew this would be difficult, your happiness was worth it, with or without Joel in the picture. You expected to arrive back to an empty house, like you normally did. What you didn’t expect to see was Marcus sitting at the dining table, facing the door, as if he was waiting for your return. 

With shock evident in your voice, you let out a weak, “Hi,” but upon noticing the expression on his face you added, “are you ok, Marcus?” He looked disappointed, his hand held the bottom of his face and his brows were furrowed together. 

“Where were you last night?” His question threw you off, and you scrambled to answer.

“I was at Carrie-”

“I know you weren’t at Carrie’s so I’ll ask one more time,” his voice was raised and firm, “where were you last night?” He spoke slowly, the anger he felt slowing down his speech. You knew then that the expression on his face wasn’t disappointment, it was anger, fury. You felt frozen on the spot, your mouth sewed shut with shock, you didn’t move or speak, only looked down at your feet, nervously bringing your hands together and fiddling with your thumbs. 

Your heart jumped at the next words from Marcus, his booming voice only adding to the thumping acceleration of your heart. 

“Why aren’t you wearing your ring?”

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Right my wrongs - Husband’s father!Joel x f!reader 

Summary: You're both married, but that doesn't mean you can't be desperate for each other.

Warnings:  Smut, age gap (Joel is 50, reader in her mid 20s), long term infidelity x 2, porn with minimal plot, daddy kink, praise kink, spit kink, masturbation (f, m), oral/deep throating (m, f receiving), face riding, choking, dirty talk, creampie, unprotected PIV, edging, rough sex, possessiveness, Dom!Joel.

A/N: Thanks to @gracieispunk for the we-shouldn't-do-this inspo, and @papipascalispunk for the smut wishlist

Word count: 3.4k Rating: 18+ My masterlist

It’s so wrong, so beyond wrong. You’re both happily married - seemingly - you to his son, and Joel to his children's mother, and yet you still found yourself noticing that something was simmering under the surface between the two of you every time you sat together at family gatherings, just chatting innocently, eventually turning into undeniable flirting every time you had a moment alone. He’s not even that old, only fifty, and you in your mid twenties. You've been married to his son for two years, a man who is, appropriately, only a year older than you, but something about his father has drawn you in, a tangible band between the two of you threatening to snap since you realized he was just as drawn to you.

A palpable moment, sitting in the living room, listening to your sister in law telling everyone a story, making eye contact with your father in law and maintaining it, breathing slowly, letting your gaze travel down to his chest, to this shoulders, and back up to where he was running his fingers through his salt and pepper curls, a flush creeping up his neck as you realized you were biting your lip while you looked into his eyes. An hourglass was turned, and a countdown started, numbering the days until you would finally give in.

And last fourth of July, it happened. At a large lake house, rented for the long weekend by Joel and his wife, your mother in law, with a myriad of family members, including your husbands’ siblings, their spouses and kids. Everyone was at the beach for the day, you enjoying the time off and floating around in the warm water, feeling the warmth of the sun seeping into your skin and through your eyelids, listening to the sounds of the lake surrounding you. Headin’ back to the house to start dinner, you need anything? you heard Joel’s raspy, deep voice from a distance. You heard his wife too, I’m good, thanks, and the sound of them kissing. 

You gave it a few moments, dragging your arms through the small waves of the water and thinking up an excuse to go inside. Nobody else seemed to be heading in, and you were frequently counted on to be the designated chef of the family, so it would make all the sense in the world for you to volunteer, wouldn’t it?

And so you went, squeezing your wet hair as you walked through the sand, up towards the house, wearing nothing but a drenched, blue bikini, the slight breeze making your nipples poke through the slippery fabric. You slid the glass door open, saying a careful hey, and watching him as he turned around from digging through the fridge, his mouth falling open and his eyes raking over your body as you stood there, leaning up against the frame. 

Before you knew it, you were bent over the kitchen counter, the bottom string of your bikini top still tied around your ribcage while the fabric was dangling under your chest, dripping onto the marble while he fucked you from behind, a large palm covering your mouth so you wouldn’t draw attention to yourself. His thick cock was prodding a spot inside you that you previously were not even aware of, your head falling back on his broad shoulder while you came around him, seizing up and forcing his own orgasm out with a growl. You did help him with dinner afterwards, wearing a thin cover-up dress while your husband’s father’s come was seeping out into your still wet bikini bottoms. 

Ever since then, dinners at their house were a constant struggle to keep it together, the both of you only giving into the pull when there were enough people around, not just the four of you at the table. You found a few opportunities, however, in the bathrooms of family members at a handful of birthday parties and even Thanksgiving. He gave you jewelry for Christmas, saying it was from him and his wife, but you knew it was his idea. It still dangles off your neck every day, starting a tiny fire in his eyes every time he sees you in it, and he feels it digging into his skin when he has his hand wrapped around your throat.

You don’t know how much your in-laws have sex - why would you? And Joel doesn’t know how much you and his son have sex either. For all you know, Joel could have fucked you in the bathroom at his brother’s birthday party then gone and fucked his wife the same night. You wouldn’t blame him - she’s stunning - and if you were just one degree more fucked up, you might even find yourself fantasizing about a threesome. But as for how often they fuck; you don’t know, and you don’t really care. All you care about is that Joel is coming to fix the broken door to your bedroom closet today, a text from him saying he’s on his way popping up on your phone the moment your husband left to run errands and you saw his car pull out from the driveway. 

The heat starts to spread in your body the second you hear the slam of his truck door closing, his footsteps on the stairs and the ring of the doorbell. You let him in with a smile, letting his chest brush up against you as you walk in the door. “Left to your own devices today?” he asks with a hint of humor as he notices how quiet the house is. You nod, feigning some sort of half-hearted sadness. “Yeah.. Just you and me here while he’s out running errands”, you pout. You hear a deep hum of acknowledgement from his chest, and look down at his body for a second before you feel his finger under your chin, tilting your face up to look at him, be a good girl today, huh? Need to get this door fixed for ya or else you're gonna complain my ear off. 

You sit on your bed and watch him as he fixes the door, leaning back on your hands with your legs dangling off the edge, the muscles of his back and arms stretching his t-shirt in all directions, his jeans equally strained by the thickness of his legs. It turns you on an irrational amount to observe him like this, your clit starting to ache when you hear the subtle grunts coming from him as he adjusts the door. You can’t help yourself, and he’s facing away from you anyway, so you carefully slide your hand into your shorts and start rubbing your clit with just one finger.

A little moan escapes you, and you freeze when he turns to look at you with an expression turning from confusion to amusement. Jesus, he whispers, shaking his head, “Just give me two more minutes and I’ll take care of that for you, okay?”. He stands up, slowly walks over to you and cups your jaw in his hand, “Keep touching yourself, but don’t come until I say you can”. He leans in to kiss you, his tongue swiping into your mouth as he releases your jaw and puts his hand over your shorts, motioning for you to keep going, before pulling back and looking at you for a moment - letting you see the erection already straining his pants - then returning to his task.  

Those two minutes go by extremely slowly, with you having to stop periodically to cool off, waiting for him to finish up with the door. You finally watch him slide it side to side in its tracks, then get his tools cleaned up and place them by the door. He stalks over to you again, pulling your hand out of your shorts and yanking them down your legs to see that you’re not wearing any panties. He shakes his head in disapproval, clicks his tongue as he looks at your glistening, swollen pussy. 

“Lack of holiday parties lately, huh?” he teases, tracing his knuckles up and down your seam. You nod carefully, looking at his bulge with big eyes, whimpering when his thumb catches on your clit. He presses, gently, circles it a few times, and you’re already so close to the edge that you whine as your head falls back. He retracts his hand, not yet, honey, and pulls off your shirt to reveal that you’re not wearing a bra either, with your nipples already stiff, and your entire body so ready for him he mutters, a quiet fuck, under his breath. 

“You’re so beautiful, you know that?” he asks with his hand on your jaw again, the other one cupping your breast and palming it firmly. “Thanks, daddy” you say softly, and he nods once before letting go and unbuckling his belt, shucking off his jeans and boxers before reaching back over his neck and pulling off his t-shirt. He stands in front of you, slowly jacking his impossibly long and thick, veiny cock with one hand, the tip a deep shade of red and the glisten of precome pooling in the slit, and the other reaching out to wrap around your jaw, digging his fingers in to force it open. 

“Open up” he coos, and you oblige, sticking your tongue out just a little and tiling your head back. “Yeah, just like that” he murmurs, before collecting the saliva in his mouth, hovering over you and letting it fall into the back of your mouth with a long, drawn out spit. He keeps your mouth open, watching the muscles in your throat try to swallow while he gazes down at you through dark eyes, your lower body starting to squirm and dig into the mattress as you glance down at the way he’s fucking his fist. 

He groans when the first drop of precome leaks out, shutting your mouth and letting you swallow as he lets go of his cock and puts his hand on your back, scooting you closer to him before moving his hand up and pulling you towards himself, positioning your face right in front of his tip, and rubbing it on your lips to urge you to open up again. “I know how much you want my cock” he croons, rubbing your neck and twisting his hand in your hair, and you let out a desperate sort of sigh, opening your mouth to take him in and moaning when it slides in and his head hits the back of your throat. You take a few deep breaths, inhaling his musk and running your hand over his pelvis, through the thick, dark hair and landing on his shaft, circling around it as best as you can, your fingertips not standing a chance at touching.  

You coat his length with saliva and start to suck, your tongue firmly teasing the underside of his cockhead and your hand stroking him with the spit sliding down from your open mouth. His breaths are heavy, a few grunts and moans scattered in between as his chest heaves and his hips subtly start to thrust. The muffled moans and gags he forces out of you spur him on, and he fucks your face while snapping his fingers at you, eyes up here, and you have no choice but to look at him. 

“You’re gonna swallow my fucking come, huh, sweetheart?” he grunts, and you nod frantically, pulling off with a slurping sound so he can see the string of spit and precome connecting the two of you when you release him from your mouth. Good girl, keep going, he whispers, and you take him again, bobbing your head and winding your tongue around him until he shudders and pulls your head into him, nearly choking you with his length while his musky come pours down your throat, and he moans and curses and looks down at you with pupils so blown out you can’t tell the color of his eyes anymore. 

He lets you clean him up with your tongue before he pulls out and drags his knuckles along your pussy again, so wet and messy, and you whine again, falling back on the bed while your back arches and you try to push into his hand to no avail. “Look how desperate she is for me, baby” he coos as his hands run up along your sides, and he grabs onto your waist, lifting you higher onto the bed before dragging his wet tongue up your sex. He lifts up, teasing the head of his cock right where he just licked, rubbing it into your swollen clit until your hips buck, then sliding it down to your opening and giving you his tip, feeling you clenching around it and trying to suck him in further. 

Then he slowly gives you the entire length, drags it in and out a few times, so painfully slow, and you try to grind against his pelvis when he bottoms out, needing that last little bit of friction to make you come. He notices the way your hips move when he reaches the end of you, sees how your face contorts, and he knows your body so closely that he can tell you’re about to come. He pulls himself out harshly, lands a swat to your pussy and hears the frustrated exhale from your lungs as he hovers over you. “Not till I let you” he reminds you. 

He picks you up and places you on top of him as he lays down across your bed. That is, you and your husband’s bed. Then he grabs you by the hips and pulls you up until your thighs are stretched out on either side of his head and your pussy is touching his mouth, his hands splayed out over your ass cheeks, pulling them apart as he starts to lick you. Ride my tongue until you come on my face, you hear, muffled beneath you. “Yes- yes, daddy” you squeak, and moan so gutturally when your clit swipes across his tongue that you glance over at the window to make sure it’s closed. 

You feel him massage your cheeks and suck on your clit as you wind your hips back and forth, making eye contact as you look down and he starts to suck harder. You squeeze the headboard with your hands, trying to stabilize yourself as you start to shake, getting closer and closer, moaning and whimpering his name until your orgasm courses through you and he starts to lick you with broad stripes, letting your climax taper off gradually as you release the tight hold your legs had on his head. 

He pushes you down his body while he sits up against the headboard, letting you stand up on your knees and hover over his hard cock, then sink down on it and hear the rugged groan in his throat as he bottoms out. His arms come to wrap around you tightly, your legs circling his hips, and he spreads his thighs just enough to get leverage and fuck up into you, his one hand reaching up to your neck again to stabilize your head. You look into each other’s eyes while he fills you, stretches you and finds the spot only he knows how to touch. 

Both of your chests are heaving against each other while you pant, and you moan while he bites your lower lip, releasing it to kiss your neck and start muttering, to your or himself, you’re not even sure at this point. Fucking take it baby, he fucks you harder and you dig your nails into his back, this pussy belongs to me, you feel another orgasm simmering in your lower stomach, shouldn’t fuckin’ tempt me like this, you know I can’t control myself around you. His voice fills your ear and his hand squeezes your shoulder, anchoring you down into his lap so he can fuck you deeper. 

A few thrusts, a few more filthy words of encouragement and you’re seeing stars, another orgasm ripping through you and covering his crotch with sticky arousal and the slick of your come. Good girl, you hear, and he’s flipping you onto your back, his cock still fully sheathed inside you throughout the maneuver, and folding your legs to press your knees into your chest. 

You’re a complete mess, trying to arch your back but getting blocked by his strong hands shoving you into the mattress, your sensitive little spot getting pounded by the wide head of him, a drop of sweat from his chest dripping down onto yours. You can take it, you can take it, he coos, watching himself overwhelm you with his weight. “Daddy, please, too much- oh, it’s so good” you whine, listening to the obscene sound of his relentless thrusts.

“Just a little more, baby, be a good girl for me” he says and releases your legs, pulls out and yanks your body up and onto your hands and knees. The wet, slippery sound of his hand around his cock fills the room until you feel the wet head rub against your opening, then sink in until it hits the very end of you and you both moan. “Might be a while till we get to do this again, honey” he whispers as he leans over your back, sweeps your hair away from your neck and places a wet kiss along your shoulder, “Cindy's birthday ain’t until next month so we gotta make this one count”. 

You nod, breathing heavily and trying to muster up the energy to tilt your head back and look at him. “Can you really wait that long, Joel?” you ask, your eyebrows knitted in concern and your lips forming an innocent pout, “Can you go that long without being inside me?”. He looks up at the ceiling, then back at you, rubs his palm all the way up your spine and lets his hand trace over your shoulder and onto your throat, fiddling with the diamond necklace he gave you. “Probably not” he whispers under his breath, chewing on the inside of this cheek. You stay there for a second, looking into each other’s eyes while he wraps the thin, gold chain around his finger and releases it, runs the pad of his thumb over the little diamond and presses it against your chest. 

He raises up again and starts to slowly thrust into you, leaning back a little to watch where he disappears into you, and whispers, spread your legs for me, before reaching around and placing two fingers on your clit, rotating them as he gives you his entire length over and over. You start collapsing into the mattress, your face returning to the pillow and your eyes rolling back at his touch. Your hips start to wind and squirm, close again, and you hear him groan as he speeds up, letting you come on his cock once more and ride it out completely before he returns his hands to your hips. 

Then he sets a brutal pace, pushing the middle of your back down so you arch deeper for him, and grabbing your arms to pin your hands together behind you while he fucks you so fast there’s constant pressure on your g-spot. “Just like that, honey, you’re so fucking tight, fuck”, his words start to slur as he gets closer, “This pussy just does somethin' to me.. Jesus Christ”. His hips jerk as he fills you with his cock, “I can’t- fuck, you’re making me come”. 

On his last thrust, you feel the pulsating throbs of his cock, swelling and spitting ropes of his spend deep into you, and hear one last, drawn out, guttural moan filling your ears. He gently lets go of your hands, rubs your wrists and places them down onto the mattress, then massages the back of your hips. “Was that alright for you?” he asks, low and husky, with his mouth against the skin on your back, his breath on your damp skin and his nose tracing along your shoulder blade.

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