#sweetcstfantasy

[dalphahale]

@sweetcstfantasy​ from here:  “  do you like my new dress?  ” 

Derek looked over the dress, noticing how fitting it was to her frame and how it highlighted her natural beauty. “Looks fine,” he shrugged, not one to say much more than that when it came to clothing. “Why are you wearing a dress when we have to go meet with the other pack? Trying to get yourself some kind of mate?” He raised a brow, monitoring her if she were to lie to his face. He could tell. “If so then go change because there is enough drama in this house without you sleeping with the enemy.”

[retroactiive]

@sweetcstfantasy​ || for lexi

most would have called him foolish to accept the daughter of his greatest rival as his personal assistant. and liam was wise enough to recognize that it might have some negative repercussions, but the possible positives were much too numerous to be passed up. the head space up he’d take up in her father’s head, getting to take out his aggression on the daughter of someone he didn’t like. but the best thing of all? the view. because alexandria looper was certainly a gorgeous woman and having her nearby was a delight. one he intended to take full advantage of. eyes narrow a bit and his shoulders tense as he motions for her to come closer to his desk. “ you’ve been doing good work. that much can’t be denied, but i can’t help but question your loyalty. especially when i consider your lineage. you can understand my caution i’m sure. how can i trust that you aren’t here to play spy or saboteur? “

[xsweetxhallelujah]

@sweetcstfantasy​

He probably should have been surprised at how easily his plan had worked. If it was anything but her, he probably would have been. But he knew his niece, and he’d been planning this for awhile. He’d come over early in the day to help set up for her birthday party before his brother and his wife had to leave for some sort of errand. They were supposed to be gone for a few hours, so he had plenty of time. Because they had so much time, it had been easy to suggest watching a movie, telling her that now that she was old enough she could watch these kinds of movies. While he asked her to get something for them to drink, he’d pulled up the movie he wanted to watch. After he got her snuggled up against his side like usual, he started it. His fingers teased her shoulder lightly as they watched it. When she had to excuse herself, he let her go. 

After a few minutes though, he stood up from the couch and went back to her room. The door was still open a little, so before he pushed it open more he could hear her and even see her a little. He smirked a little as he watched her for a few moments before he pushed the door open more so he could walk inside. “What on earth are you doing Jessica?!” He asked as he shut the door behind him, locking it as he crossed the room to her. 

[filthysins]

starter for @sweetcstfantasy​

gia hadn’t known what to expect when she’d agreed to meet with oliver that evening, but she was glad that he had picked a night where her parents would be gone for hours. all gia knew was that he said he had something of hers and that she needed to come get it. little did she know that the something of hers were several risque photos she had taken of herself. she’d never been bold enough to send them to anyone, but that wouldn’t matter if her parents ever found out about them. they’d threatened to ship her off to a convent for less, and gia could already feel her panic rising as she watched the male scroll through the photos on his phone. “h-how did you even get those? you haven’t shown anyone have you?” she questioned, wondering what she’d done to deserve something so humiliating to happen to her. 

[umbraist]

@sweetcstfantasy​ for lacey

“ you know, you might be the only person in the world who spends more time working in their off time than me, “ quentin teased loudly as he approached the desk of lacey quinn. her name printed neatly on a plate affixed to the front of the desk had been his first introduction to her, but now it served as a reminder that he was in the right place. in his right hand, a bag of takeout, chinese, is settled upon her desk. quentin was in the neighborhood, tracking down a lead, and when he looked up and saw the light on in this office, he knew it meant that she was hard at work in her office instead of at home resting. but the detective was hardly the one to judge. he overworked himself just as much. it was a wonder they ever found one another through their sea of work. “ i brought you some dinner. you wanna have a meal with me? you got time or am i interrupting something big? “ 

[lemonadearchived]

🍋 Eva [ @sweetcstfantasy​ ] asked for 17C from this meme w/ Billy.

“That’s it, Kitten. You like that, huh? ” Billy grinned down at his little brother’s girlfriend, taunting her with each slow thrust of his engorged cock into her swollen cunt. There wasn’t much real estate left in her slick pussy from the way that the plug he’d shoved into her pert little ass was stretching out her hole and he forcefully took it all for himself. He was going slow now, tempering himself and giving her time to get used to the feeling but they both knew what she was in store for. What she wanted from the only man in this house who could actually give it to her. He lifted his hand from the round curve of her ass, flicking his wrist before spanking her delicate white flesh. “Be a good little slut and purr for Billy, tell me what you want.” 

[devicus]

SNAP: CATALINA // @sweetcstfantasy​

peter: i swear to god, if one more person asks me to be a stripper at their bachelorette party, i am going to blow a gasket. peter: anyway, how are you this evening?

[cherriedlusts]

@sweetcstfantasy​

Jessica NEVER tires of this. The feeling of him manhandling her into JUST the position he wants her in. The feeling of him teasing her as he prepares himself and even MORE so the feeling of him finally giving her exactly what she wants. His cock deep inside of her and just like always she lets out a quiet whimper. GOD she would always love that feeling. Of him sinking into her until their hips meet. It was the perfect, albeit tight fit.

Hips jerk as his thighs push her even tighter against the desks surface and she silently thanks every god she can think of that she was supported by something. If she HADN’T been, Jessica was sure she’d fall as her knees buckle beneath her. The brunette squirms against his hold and lifts herself onto her tip toes - effectively taking that LAST little bit of him inside of her and hitting JUST the right spot from within her walls. She nods her head and urges him forward just as he pulls away to THRUST into her harder now. ❝D..Daddy!❞

It’s a name she’s called him before. The first time by pure accident. Honestly she wouldn’t ever be able to tell you why she had let the word slip - but THANK GOD she had. As he loved it even more than she did and the resulting fuck had rocked her to her very core. Ever since, Jessica makes it a POINT to use the term often. But just as it slips from her lips, the knock on the door startles her.

COME IN. This shocks her even more than the knock had. But before she can question it, he’s fucking her into the desk and all Jessica can do is moan and grab hold of the ledge with white knuckles. The limo ride flashes into her memory. The DRIVER had seen all of her then, if even for just a moment, he had.

This time was different in the sense that she still had her bra on, but his eyes linger longer than the time previous and Jessica feels her cheeks darken. She can’t stop the moans though as they spill from her with each thrust, and so she doesn’t tell him to stop. Couldn’t even if she wanted to. In fact, the only thing she DOES do is reach back with one hand and grip onto whatever bit of him that she can find. His sleeve, a belt loop. Anything. PULLING him closer. Fuck me. Her meaning is clear. And even through hooded eyelids, she watches the newcomer from her spot upon the desk.

the hand gripping at him, pulling him close — it’s an unspoken wish that he knows all too well. he fucks her harder, uncaring of the lewd sounds they make, uncaring of the darkening cheeks of the man in front of them, showing her off. 

the man talks about how the military's hot on the tracks of their bolivian cocaine supplier. he stutters sometimes, stares distractedly at jess, gaze darting away when anton catches him. he’s probably heard of how possessive anton can be, and now that he’s luckily enough to have permission to look, he can’t help but stare at her again. he’s drawn like a moth to a flame, unable to tear his eyes away, hungering for what he can’t have. but who could blame him? she’s a dream come to life.

anton slams his thick cock into her tightness, bottoming out on his thrusts. her enthusiasm spurs him on, claiming her intimately in front of another man, a blatant message of she’s mine. deciding she’s not close enough, he grabs her shoulders, pulls her up so she’s standing with her back against his chest. heated breath against her soft skin, he leans down to nuzzle his nose against her ear. “see how he watches you? how hard he is because of you?” he murmurs huskily, low enough so only she hears. he’s got a hand wrapped around her neck, not squeezing or stealing a breath, merely another act of possession. “i bet he’ll jerk off to the thought of you as soon as he leaves. imagining you spread out for him, crying out for him...”

fingers find her clit, rubbing circles as he pounds into her. the man is entranced now, words failing, looking at jess like a blind man seeing the sun for the first time. anton snarls, “but you’re mine, babygirl. this pussy is daddy’s, isn’t it?”