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Caught: Daddykink!Ashton

Request: Can u do a smut about Ashton being ur dads best friend and u have a crush on him. And one night u were home alone cause ur parents went to visit ur grandma so u invited one of ur guy friends and when u were about to do it with him Ashton came and made the boy leave and punishes u with his daddy kink

Requested by: crazyfandommasterlist

A/N: HI guys I’m so excited to post this first smut on my page. I’ve written smut for years but have never published it. I hope you guys like it but that you understand that is very graphic and sexual in nature. Therefore if you are not comfortable with that please do not read. Thanks you all so much, enjoy!

I was sitting in my room doing homework when my parents call me down stairs. Groaning, I get up from my desk and trudge down stairs. When I walk into the living room they are both sitting on the couch and my dad’s best friend Ashton is sitting in one of the chairs. I stop dead in my tracks and cross my arms awkwardly. If I would have known Ashton was here I would have changed and ran down to them immediately. I’ve always thought he was extremely attractive and have slowly fallen in love with him over the years. His laugh is intoxicating, his music so full of soul, and his heart being the kindest I’ve ever encountered. As I’ve gotten older I’ve almost felt like he’s feeling the same way, but sadly I can never know for sure and even if he did there was no way he would act on those feelings. To him I’m probably just his mate’s kid.  

“Y/N sit down, honey.” My mom says and I do calmy, but also very confused on what is happening.

My dad sighs. “So you’re not going to like this, but since we are going to be on vacation all next week and you have to stay home for school, we want Ashton to check in on you every now and then just to make sure you’re okay…”

I scoff. “Like a babysitter?” I’m eighteen years old and my parents can even trust me to stay home by myself, how typical. “This is ridiculous…” I say, but then trail off. Ashton and I by ourselves with my parents away? Who knows what could happen… but still I’m not a child and this is my senior year.

“I know you want to be treated like an adult, but we worry.” My mom says.

Nodding and shrugging still I look over at Ashton and he finally speaks up. “I promise I won’t be too… overbearing…”

A few days have passed since that conversation with my parents. Since they are out I thought I’d take advantage of this opportunity. I pick up my phone and dial Sam. Sam and I have strictly friends with benefits. Hell not even really friends. We mess around and fuck from time to time and then we just leave each other alone. It’s not my ideal situation, I mean I’d like to be in an actual relationship with someone some day, but it’s been since anyone has shown any interest and well… a girl has got needs. Sam says he’s on his way and I freshen up a bit.

“It’s Sam.” He says coming inside knowing I left the door unlocked for him.

I call back to him turning off the tv. “Upstairs.”

He comes up stairs and kicks his shoes off immediately along with taking his hoodie off. “How are you?”

“About to be a whole lot better you?” I say waiting for him.

“Agreed…” He mumbles and pulls me down to sit with him on the bed. “You ready to go?” I nod and he kisses me roughly.

For a while we just get warmed up by making out and running our hands over each other. He takes his shirt off and swiftly pulls me onto his lap. I can feel myself getting more and more worked up as he grasps my hips to help me firmly to grind against him.

“Fuck Y/N…” He says.

“Yeah, What the fuck Y/N?!” A voice other than Sam’s rings through the room and we both jump in shock to see Ashton standing in the doorway.

“Ashton?!” I say confused and embarrassed.

He comes up to me pulls me off of Sam’s lap and looks at Sam with a look that could kill. “Get out…. Now.”

Sam picks up all of his stuff and practically runs out of the door. “Ashton! Are you serious that’s so un-!” I go to start yelling and complaining, but he pulls me close to him and gives me the same look he gave Sam.

“Is this what you do when your parents are away? Invite boys over to fuck you? Can you imagine what your parents would say about this Y/N? Do you have any idea how much trouble your in?” He asks deeply and roughly.

Quietly I whimper out. “Please don’t tell them….”

He sighs heavily and lets me go. “Sit on the bed.” I give him a strange and confused look. “Sit. On. The. Bed.” He repeats, obviously not pleased. I do as he says and become suddenly aware that I’m still only in a bra and cloth shorts. I cross my arms over myself feeling very vulnerable in front of him.  “Y/N I’m not going to tell your parents you’re eighteen for god’s sake.” He says sharply, obviously still pissed and pauses walking up to me and placing one of his huge muscular hands on my cheek caressing it with his thumb. “But you still need to be punished darling… and I think you and I both know Daddy’s the one you want to punish you.”

I look at him shocked and gasp surprised at his forwardness. Is this really happening? Am I dreaming? Fuck I need to say something, just do it. “Yes, Daddy.” I shyly and quietly say.

Ashton wraps a hand around my throat firmly in the most intoxicating way. “Louder princess…”

“Yes, Daddy.” I say more confidentiality, but my voice still quivering.

He growls. “On my lap.” He demands sitting on my bed and I follow his directions immediately. “Good girl, of course now you can listen….” I smile a little bit, even though I’m so nervous I’m almost shaking. “Now even though you need to be punished if you need to stop your safeword is pineapples. Tell me if you understand.”

“I understand Daddy.” I say and I can feel his fingers slowly unhooking my bra and letting it fall to the floor.

He groans and massages them lightly with his hands. I gasp at the coldness and the sudden touch. “Oh babygirl you are so beautiful… take the rest of your clothes off for Daddy, yeah?” He asks and I stand up a little awkwardly stripping for him. “So beautiful, you are a masterpiece Y/N… get back here.” He commands, and again, I follow his orders but this time he stops me in front of him. He runs his hands all over my skin and curves while turning me in a slow circle. He then takes his clothes off besides his boxers and stands in front of me. I reach out to finally feel his body but he bats my hand away. “You haven’t even been punished yet…”

“I’m sorry, Daddy.” I tell him and he smiles a small smile before sitting on the bed and draping me over his lap.  

“Count them or you’ll get more…” He warns spanking my butt making me wince in pain and moan in pleasure. In all the fantasies I’ve ever had of Ashton I never dreamed he would have ever been as kinky as I’ve always been but now I’ve been proven wrong.

He spanks me 20 times by the time he’s done there are tears running down my cheeks. Ashton pulls me up and hold me close. “It’s okay… Daddy’s here… I’ve got you.” He whispers his tone and demeanor completely changing. I pull back and look at him for a moment and then with a leap of faith I kiss him. He’s kissing me back and it’s the most passionate kiss I’ve ever experienced, My breath is almost taken away by it. He immediately, then shifts us so that I’m on my back and he’s hovering over me. He kisses down my body and I wrap my fingers up in his hair.

“Daddy.” I moan once he gets to my heat and starts softly teasing my clit.

He chuckles and yanks his boxers off throwing them somewhere out of view. We start kissing again and he thrusts into me roughly making me squeal a little in pain. He holds me close, whispering that it’s okay and that he’s got me in between hard thrusts. “You feel so much better than I ever imagined fuck.” He groans.

Meanwhile, I’m moaning and whimpering too much to even respond, but soon he flips me over and stands me on all fours. I moan loudly at the new position while tightly grasping at the bed sheets. With one hand he reaches under me and rubs my clit, making my pleasure even more intense than before and he used the other to firmly hold onto my hip which I’m positive with have a handprint on it even tomorrow. “Who’s your Daddy?” He asks groaning.

I moan out getting so incredibly close to my orgasm. “You are Daddy, oh my god I’m close.”

“Hold for Daddy, baby girl, just a minute longer.” He tells me and I try as hard as possible and when my legs start shaking he finally gives me the okay.  

I hit my high so hard and I know he hits his when I feel his load on my butt and lower back. “Oh god.” I gasp, still feeling the orgasm race through my veins.

“I’ll be right back.” He whispers.

Ashton disappears for a minute and then I feel him wipe the cum off of me. He picks me up in his hard and carries me to the shower, which I can know hear water running from.

He takes me into the shower and lets the warm water hit us both. Then kissing me passionately and roughly and whispers. “I love you.”

I look up at him. “You do?”

He nods. “I have for awhile… and seeing you with that… that… that kid I couldn’t take it anymore, you had to be mine…”

“W-what about my parents?” I ask confused. “They would never accept us… they think you’re like my uncle…”

“Thought maybe I could follow you to whatever college you decide on… keep us for a secret for a while… find the right time eventually or maybe not…. But I mean all that only if you’d want me too…” He explains still holding me close.

My eyes light up in happiness, and I pull him down and kiss him. “I love you too… and I like that plan a lot.”

He chuckles. “I’m glad… This isn’t the way I was planing to tell you by the way. Thought we’d go on some dates first or something. Something more romantic… you deserve more that a surprise fuck.”

I laugh and blush at him. “We can still do that… I’d like that a lot.”

“Well, I mean I could just take you to my place while your parents are away… watch over you a little more closely… I mean just for your safety obviously…” He winks at me.

“Only if you help me pack.” I tease him playfully.

“You got yourself a deal baby, I love you.” He says.

I grin at him and kiss him softly. “I love you too Daddy.”

Meeting the Mistress (Cuckquean short story #1)

When I told my Master I wanted to be his cuckquean, he was shocked. If you had even mentioned the topic a week ago I would have gotten uncomfortable and possibly cried. For no particular reason (other than concentrated masturbation) I had not only accepted the idea of my Master fucking another woman, but I yearned for it. Just as odd, I went from wanting to have complete control over these acts, to wanting to simply submit to my Master and his future lover. I feel my brain is trying to make things easier for itself. It knows I’m tired of fighting with myself when I know I’ll never be enough to satisfy my Master, so instead it’s allowing me to indulge in the fantasy of him fucking a prettier, younger and tighter cunt. I’m already wet thinking about it…

He was ecstatic to hear that I had overcome my fears and insecurities; in fact, I don’t think he’s ever loved me more. As I told him in further detail of my wish to be submissive to both him and our cuckcake, he admitted his cock was very hard. After we’d fantasized about various ways our cuckcake could degrade and humiliate me, it was obvious we wanted to make it happen as soon as possible. A few hours later, he told me he would arrange everything. He instructed me to be ready for a potential cuckcake as early as noon the next day. Master would not lock the door as he left for work, and I would not lock it. I was to wait patiently on my knees, wearing nothing but my butt plug, collar and leash. When Sara came in the door, she immediately burst into laughter.

“Wow, you’re even more pathetic than he described you!” she chuckled, grabbing onto my leash. “C’mon little piggy, show me where my new bedroom is!”

She walked behind me as I crawled, and I could feel her eyes on my imperfect ass and pussy. “I see why your Master needed to call in some help, that bejeweled plug isn’t fooling anyone, piggy.” Shamefully and without a word, I led her into the bedroom and sad myself in front of the bed. As she laid down, I could feel her taking my old place as she put me into my new one. I am her bitch now just as much as I am Master’s. Remembering my presence at her feet, she said “Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. I’m Sara, but you can call me Mistress. Your Master told me you’ve been wanting to change your name to bitch, is that right? Works for me, we can start using it right now. Take off my clothes, bitch.” After I’d removed the last piece of her clothing, she ordered me to begin licking her pussy. I remembered suddenly that I would not be fucked by my Master tonight, and quite possibly for a very long time. I dove into her pussy, feeling my cunt ache as she rode my face. “Good little bitch, get your tongue in there. I heard you lick Master’s asshole, huh you nasty whore? I’ll have you on that next, my dear.” As my face became soaked along with my pussy, I heard the apartment door open. I shot up to greet Master at the door, but Mistress stopped me.

“That’s not your place anymore, bitch. Down. And stay quiet while the adults talk.”

I sat on the floor, my face covered in Mistress’ pussy juice. It tasted so good, and I began to lick around my lips as I played with my clit, imagining her riding my face all over again. Suddenly, Master and Mistress entered the room.

“Has she been good?” Master asked her without even glancing at me.

“Of course, she has. Just like you said, she’s a desperate little cuckquean. She also laps like a puppy, just like you said!” They kissed in front of me as Master began to rub Mistress’ pussy. “I need to fuck you right now. It’s a good thing our little slave got you ready.” I watched as Master threw our cuckcake onto the bed and spread open her toned legs. He began to fuck her tighter pussy when he looked down and saw his little submissive looking on with hungry eyes.

“Does the little bitch want some too?” I nodded. Master grabbed me and pushed my face right next to Mistress’ pussy. “Go ahead, bitch. Lick. Lick. Lick. Do you taste that? That’s a superior pussy. You will serve this pussy because you will never be as good as it. I will fuck this pussy everyday to remind you. You will be a good slave to Mistress and I, yes? She’ll be very nice to you, sweetie. She even told me she’s going to let you lick her butthole tonight! What a lucky girl; I’ll leave a present in there for you.” After a quick kiss on the forehead, I am back on the ground, reaching for my moist pussy as I shamelessly watch my Master and our cuckcake.

Watching him fuck her is so surreal. His cock is so mesmerizing as it pumps in and out of Mistress’ pussy. She notices I’m staring and calls me out.

“Bitch, if you’re so hungry, why don’t you eat?” She snaps and motions me to place myself in front of her pussy. As I’m face-to-face with Mistress’ pussy, I take in the sight of my Master’s cock buried deep inside. He can barely fit inside her tight cunt. “Lick, bitch” she reminds me as she forces my mouth onto her sex. I latch on and begin sucking, licking, everything I can do to make her moan even more as my Master’s cock runs in and out of her. As she begins to buckle in orgasm, I move down to lick my Master’s balls and asshole. Her pussy juices are everywhere. Everywhere I lick on him, I taste her. Master decides to have Mistress rest for a few minutes, as he will soon be fucking her ass. I, on the other hand, will be busy cleaning out Master’s asshole as he and Mistress have an adult conversation. I don’t hear much of what they’re saying; Master is moving his ass all over my tongue tonight. I suppose he just wants me to enjoy it, as I will be nothing but a cunt, ball and asslicker for the foreseeable future. When I’m finally brought up from under his ass, Master pushes me aside while he strokes his cock against Mistress’ asshole. It’s so tight and puffy. I beg until they let me lay down with my face underneath Master’s balls. I love to feel them slap against my face as he fucks her ass, but also to lick them knowing he will soon give her a huge load, and I’ll want it to be warm. As Master begins to cum, I beam knowing I will be sucking every last drop out of Mistress’ delicious butthole. As I begin to devour Mistress’ ass, Master pats my head and tells me what a good, desperate little puppy I am. “I’m so glad you’re getting along with my new fuck doll, little bitch. You saw I was having a good time fucking Sara’s ass, huh? I bet you want me to keep fucking her, don’t you?” I nod in shame, but know that I am getting wetter by the second. I continue to scoop and collect his cum out of her hole, listening to her moans as she pushes my head deeper.

After I’ve gotten all the cum, Master and Mistress cuddle with me and tell me what a good girl I was. They tease my cunt and nipples and they talk about all of the ways they’re going to degrade me tomorrow. They do not let me cum. I am a happily enslaved cuckquean.




Please let me know what you guys think! I would love any comments or criticism. This is one of my favorite stories I’ve written I’ve written so far :) Writing is one of the best ways for me to explore my kinks and desires.

callout post for fun ghoul

• constantly brags about the story behind his killjoy name because he thinks it’s so clever

• purposefully fucks up the stitches jet star gives him whenever he’s injured because he thinks battle scars are cool

• places bets on everything and never coughs up the money he owes

• always throws things to you instead of calmly passing them like a normal human being

• refuses to make two trips even if it means he’s carrying his own body weight in one load

• puts sand in peoples boots when he’s mad at them

• once tried to light poison’s hair on fire to prove how greasy it was 

Bad Girl Ch 12: I Can’t

“Do you really have to go?”

Those words make me feel so nostalgic for days of petty fights and too tight hugs in small attempts to keep me here. I take the youngest’s hands in mine with a sigh, “Sehun, I’ve told you a dozen times that I have to do this, I never got in the way when you all had to go to work.”

“But we also don’t ride to work with people you hate,” Kris grumbles from the top stair outside. I look past Sehun to give the tall dragon a warning glare.

“If we are being honest I’m not to fond of you either,” Jiho snaps from the drive way where he is leaning on Jiyong’s SUV.

“Oppa,” I give him the same hostile look.

“Don’t oppa me young lady,” Jiho snaps back, “these guys kidnapped and almost tortured you, I have very right to be pissed. There are a lot meaner things I could be saying.”

I pout, “That was a misunderstanding.”

He sighs, “I’m sorry for getting mad. Can we go now? Our meeting starts in an hour and we have a ways to go. Plus you need to change.” He eyes me with a crinkled nose.

I look down at my outfit. Kris had picked out for me a little while ago, a blush pink dress that hugs my figure and ends just below my knee. I knew when I put it on I looked nothing like my now normal self. Though I did think the dress was cute it didn’t fit the situation I was about to step into. Blush pink and gun deals have never gone good in my mind.

Kris huffs, “What’s wrong with it? She looks adorable.”

“That’s great if she were going to a tea party and not an important deal. Do you want her to get eye fucked the whole time we are standing there?”

“Are you saying I don’t look good every time we go?” I tease hoping to lighten the atmosphere and I do, at least with Jiho.

He tries not to smile and fails, “You do, but this outfit says you can call me princess.”

“She is a princess,” Baekhyun chimes.

“Not out in this world,” Jiho corrects, “Out here she looks like the woman you call daddy.”

I can’t help but crack up, “I’ve never heard a more accurate statement.”

“Baby,” Jongin whines as he holds my hand.

“I’m sorry guys but he’s right. Knowing him he brought a new outfit for me anyway.”

At my words Jiho holds up one of my duffle bags, “You are so wise.”

“Is it really necessary?” Luhan cocks a brow at man.

“Yes,” I answer for Jiho, tired of this ridiculous argument. “Now stop worrying and go inside or go to work or something. I gotta go, I’ll call you guys when I figure out what is going on, okay?” I start walking backwards to the car, my eyes never leaving Xiumin’s. They all notice, though I can tell they choose to ignore it.

“Come back soon, I love you,” The oldest gives me a forced smile that hurts my heart.

A few more steps and I bump into Jiho who quickly wraps me in his embrace, “Don’t tell me you are going to get sappy too.”

“I was so worried,” He grumbles under his breath so I’m the only one who could hear. I can feel the twelve men at the door sending daggers our way. I pull away and pat the others head.

“I missed you too Oppa, now lets go to work.”

He automatically straightens his shoulders and becomes the man he’s known as, the white dragon’s right hand man. I can’t help but chuckle at such a drastic switch but calmly climb into the car when he opens the passenger’s side door for me. He walks around the car and climbs in before speeding off. I watch them fade in the review mirror, my heart hurts for having to leave them with all this stuff being a mess.

“How are you feeling?” Jiho wonders in a soft voice.

I close my eyes and hold on to his hand that is resting on the middle console to keep myself calm, “I’m so confused and exhausted.”

“Get some sleep, we have time,” He holds my hand tight.

“No sleeping, I can’t sleep until I know what happened,” I open my eyes to stare at him. “Jiho, answer me this honestly, were you involved in this?”

He sighs, “I had a small part in it. I was just a body for hire at the time and did as I was told but I never hurt you. I protected you as best I could in this mess.”

“What about now? Huh? Are you still just a body for hire? Am I still just a paycheck to protect?” I sneer, my voice more hostile than I wanted but I can’t go back now.

He suddenly pulls off the road on to the shoulder and puts the car in park. He twists in his seat to look at me fully, his lips set in a deep frown, “Don’t you ever ask such a stupid question again! I have been watching over you for over a year and I have always seen you as more than a job. You are my family, I do what I have to do to protect you and make you happy so I don’t ever want to hear something like that out of your mouth again, understand?”

I nod, “I’m sorry.”

He sighs and runs his hands through his hair, “And I’m sorry for yelling. This whole thing is just a mess that will all be explained by Jiyong when you get home. So please just trust me when I say I would never hurt you.”

“I know you wouldn’t. I was just so scared I would have no one left to trust.”

“You will always have me,” He leans forward and kisses my forehead.

“Thank you.”

“Anything for you, Princess,” He teases.

I scoff, “Princess? Please, I’m the fucking King.”

“Are you telling the black dragon that he’s the Queen?”

I chuckle, “I’ll be telling him a few more things after that.”

“So what are you going to do?”

“I have absolutely no idea. I keep saying I’ll figure it out after I talk to Jiyong but the man would literally have to tell me that he planned it all and enjoyed the fact that I had been kidnapped for me to really be mad at him. No matter how much I think about it I can’t be that mad at him. Yes he lied, it was a really bad lie but he did it because he wanted me to be happy and to be in a stable relationship and I am.”

“Do you want to know what I think?” He offers. I nod. “I think you should pick who ever you feel the safest with. And also whoever is the most okay with me watching over you. I swear to god if those bastards try to keep us apart I will kill them, I’m not kidding.”

I roll my eyes at him, “Sure mister gangster, sure.”

………………………………..

“Noona!” Zelo screams gleefully as he charges at me and tackles me to the ground.

“Hello to you too Zelo-ya,” I chuckle and pat the young boy on the back.

“Thank you so much, I thought I was a goner.”

“Well you will be if you don’t get off me. Jiho is on edge today and is already holding a gun to your head so I’d sit up if I were you.”

The younger boy looks over his shoulder and grimaces at the sight of the gun at his head, “Jiho-ssi, I’m sorry I was just so excited-“

“You are going to be dead next,” Jiho gives him a chilling smile. “Off.”

Zelo slowly backs away from me and gets pulled away by Daehyun. Jiho quickly pulls me to my feet and dusts off the gray suit he brought for me.

“I hear you were MIA for the night,” Youngguk sort of questions.

I cock my head at him, “And?”

“I’m just making sure everything is okay.”

“How about you focus on your own people,” Jiho snaps.

“Oppa,” I place my hand on his arm, “Lets do the deal and be done with it, I would like to go home.”

“Of course.”

A few guys come in pushing carts full of wooden crates. I bow my head to Youngguk and his back up before leading the men to the truck that is waiting outside. Hanbin climbs out of the truck followed by Bobby. Both eye me up and down with a nervous look.

“What?” I snap.

“The boss is on edge and refused to come into work so we thought maybe you were sick or something, I guess not,” Hanbin explains.

“Did you guys have a fight?” Bobby wonders only to get smacked by his friend.

“I’ll let you guys know, I’m not so sure myself at this point.”

Once the guns are loaded up Jiho escorts me back to our car. I’m not thrilled about going home and Jiho knows that. He takes the longest way home, he even drives the speed limit to give me more time. But it can’t be avoided for forever. We reach home an hour later. The elevator ride up is silent until it dings at Jiho’s floor.

He places his hand on the sensor to keep it open before looking back at me, “Will you be alright?”

I force a smile, “I have to be.”

“If you need anything, absolutely anything, you know where to find me, okay?”

I nod, “Thank you Oppa. Now go to bed, you look exhausted.”

He lets the door close leaving me alone with my thoughts. My hands are shaking terribly and my chest feels so tight I can barely breath but I have to do this. The elevator dings and I step out into the living room that still feels as warm and inviting that it always has been. My dogs are there to greet me like always, their tails wagging with excitement that warms my franticly beating heart. I scan the room and spot Jiyong’s hand hanging over the back of the couch, upon further inspection I find him fast asleep. Bags under his eyes, a few empty bottles of liquor on the coffee table and floor. He’s lying across the couch still in his suit from yesterday, I’m guessing his night was a heart breaking as mine. I sigh as I come around the couch suddenly feeling exhausted and plop down next to him but he doesn’t wake up.

I with a deep breath I lay down on top of him, my head on his chest, my arms tucked to my side and I feel like a child. It has been so long since I’ve felt so small and for the first time it isn’t because of those guys forcing me or scaring me, I’m just so scared and confused I feel like a lost child in this mess. A small cry leaves my lips as I finally begin to shed all the tears I’ve been holding in, from not just sadness and betrayal but also for a brief moment of relief. It’s nice to have this moment of unpressured silence where someone isn’t watching me or waiting for me. It’s peaceful.

“I’m sorry,” Jiyong cries softly as his arms wrap around me and hold me to him, not hat I was planning on moving. “I know you are probably mad at me but-“

“I don’t want to hear any of that right now,” I cut him off, not even wanting to look up at him. “I’ve been up all night listening to people apologize for everything and anything, I’m so tired of hearing them! I just want to yell and scream and be mad at all of you!”

He gulps, “You can yell at me, you scream at the top of your lungs about how much you hate me. I deserve it.”

I sit up so I’m straddling his hips, “You do deserve it, you all deserve for me to hate you, for me to leave you all behind and think of myself and my well being but I can’t. I fucking cant! You, you lied to me! They basically held me captive and I developed Stockholm syndrome! I don’t know who the fuck had me kidnapped but they are an asshole too! This whole thing is a fucking mess that I can’t even be fucking mad about. I love my life right now too much to hate you for lying. I love my friends, my job, my home, my fiancé. I have a perfect life so how can I be angry enough to hate you?”

“You still love me?” He mumbles hopefully.

“Yes! But the problem is we basically back off where we started with twelve other boys who want my attention and me away from you.”

“They can’t do that, they can’t just take you away from me again!” He suddenly gets angry and wraps his arms around me again, trapping me in his embrace.

“Oppa,” I try to calm the man but he just holds me tighter.

“I can’t go back to only having you one day a week,” He sniffles into the crook of my neck.

“I know but we are going to have to figure something out.”

“But are you sure you love them? All of them? Can’t you just pick a few? Or just one? What about Xiumin? I know you would never admit it back then but what about now?” He loosens his grip on me to look me in the eye.

I sigh, “I’ve thought of that.”

“Lets do that! I know I can’t get you to myself again but I can’t share you with them again.”

“How do you think Xiumin will react to me picking just you and him? What will his brothers do? They went crazy when they thought I died I can’t imagine what they will do when I pick just one of them.”

He places his hands on my cheeks and forces me to look at him, “I don’t care how they feel. I don’t care what they will do all that matters is that you are happy and safe. If you don’t love them as much as me or Xiumin it’s only going to hurt them more in the long run because it will just drag their hearts on and on.”

I close my eyes and push his hands away so I can hide back in the crook of his neck. He doesn’t say anymore just welcomes me into his warm embrace and even pulls the blanket that was hanging over the couch to cover us. He rubs my back soothingly humming the same lullaby that Jiho hums for me. I can’t help but smile at that, as much as Jiyong dislikes the other he will do anything, including picking up the others habits, to make me feel more comfortable.

“Thank you Oppa,” I mumble softly as sleep begins to take me.

“For what my love?”

“For always trying to do what is best for me, even if you don’t like it, you always do what will make me happy in the long run and I don’t know if I ever thanked you for that.”

“Thank you for not hating me.”

I’m silent for a moment before asking a question that has been weighing on me, “I know you didn’t do it, but do you know who kidnapped me? Not just who planned it, but those guys who actually did it?”

It’s his turn to be silent for a second before reply with a quiet, “Yes.”

“Can you tell me who?”

“Why?”

“I’m going to give them some pay back. I’m feeling a bit feisty and they seem like the appropriate people to take it out on.”

“Do you want me to kill them?”

I shake my head and peek up at him, a small smile on my lips, “Nope, I have people for that.”

He gulps.

Avenging Angel: Part 33

Summary: You’ve spent the last five years on a dangerous mission to solve the crime that wrongly imprisoned your father. When the Winchesters find you half-frozen on the side of a mountain, they make it their own mission to save your life and make sure you stay alive. But after five years of uncovering horribly dark secrets, you’ve learned not to trust anyone. Especially people who seem like they have good intentions.

Word Count: 1766

Warnings: Slight Dom!Sam dirty talk

A/N: @dancing-the-hellfire-rumba remember a few weeks ago when I was writing about Sam and dirty talk? Well, this was it. I figure it’s only fair that I post this today, after that gif you tagged me in this morning ;)

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“No.” Your father’s firm voice rang through the house. Curious, you put down your dolls and crept towards the stairs.

“Kemuny, this could be the one—“

“The one that could kill her! Victoria, we are done doing this. This discussion is closed.” As you peered around the corner, you saw your daddy standing up straight and resolute. He was never this serious. Whatever was going on between mommy and daddy must be very important. “We made our decision. I don’t care what that ass of a shifter says. We’re done. It’s for her safety. Our daughter’s safety.”

Mommy frowned. “But after everything we’ve done, this could—“

“Exactly. After everything we’ve done. She’s our daughter, not a petri dish.”

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Phone Call | Jackson Wang

Summary:

Jackson needs to hear you.

Jackson/Reader

Disclaimer: Adult theme

“Hello?“ You nervously answered the phone from out of the bottom of your bag. You sat kneeling over the welcome mat in front of your door. You were too worried that you would miss the call completely, picking up by the fifth ring, that you didn’t bother to glance at the name or number flashing across the screen.

"Hello?"You called out again more anxious as you listened to the heavy breathing on the other end. It sounded like him, but the voice seemed too deep.

You pulled the phone away and checked the screen.

"Jackson?”

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You know how sometimes...

you look for something, and then when it comes along you suddenly don’t want it anymore?

For some time a friend and I have been looking for a course to join together, just to meet some people locally. It doesn’t really matter too much what the class is. And we thought by joining together, we might actually commit to it (we’re both pretty unsociable people but we could nag each other to go).

Today, she’s sent me a link to a creative writing course. It’s local, affordable, and just for fun. She’s keen. She’s never written anything but reads loads and wants to give it a go.

She doesn’t know about my DBM fic, my Doctor Blake obsession, or (horror of horrors) the smut fic, and NEVER WILL if I can help it.

So am I brave enough? Could I really write something and let strangers read it and criticise it? Worse still, could I let a real life friend read it and criticise it? I want to curl up and die at the thought.

But I want to be a better writer too, and this seems like a good opportunity. It’s SO far out of my comfort zone.

Persuade me, Tumblr friends, one way or the other.

Target Practice

Title: Target Practice

Paring: Reader x Whichever Winchester You Want

Word Count: 936

Warnings: SMUT! Literally all smut! Talk of guns and shooting. Always treat guns with respect!

A/N: You get to pick which brother you want! I started writing and could see both Dean and Sam with this so I figured I would let you guys choose! Hope you liked it and as always requests are open and welcome! Let me know if you want to be tagged and current tags are below. Stay awesome everyone <3


There’s an energy, a power, that comes when you hold a loaded firearm. There’s something about its capabilities, it’s potential, that give you a rush. There was also a sense of calm and control that come over you.

You took your stance. Relaxed your shoulders. Steadied your breathing. Lined up your sights. Took a steady even breath in, and slowly released it as you smoothly pulled the trigger. You let the feel of the recoil coarse through your body as you took another breath and fired again. Two down, eight to go.

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Few Tips I wish I knew before I started sugaring...

Ladies! We’re all in this together. Most of us are trying to get our bills paid, and our vanilla jobs fall short most of the time. I have been blessed with a vanilla job that is sufficient to cover my rent & groceries, BUT that’s about it! I want an extra amount of money coming in to afford things that my vanilla job cannot provide for me. Things like designer purses, watches, clothes, extensions, & a shit load of MAC/ Ulta/ Sephora! I can pick up another job on the side, but I don’t want to. This is why I started sugaring! I expect my SD to give me an allowance which will take care of my additional expenses. I never let him know that I need him in life, I just make him feel that I want him around.

The moment you give your SD the feel of desperation, he will use that card to his advantage. Never, never, never, never let a man think/ imagine/ believe/ hypothesize that he or his money have any kind of hold on you. You have to make him believe that your vanilla job is sufficient for all your needs, but also let him know that his allowance would help you with (insert college tuition/ car payment/ credit card bills/ insurance/ any other good excuse you can think of). This is all great, but you also do not want to come across as a bitch that’s ego- centric.

You want your SD to think he’s a benefactor that you want around, but were he to leave your ass… You’d be perfectly fine without him (even if you really would or wouldn’t be). It’s important to keep a poker face while sugaring. Never put all your eggs in one basket, EVER! Always have TWO month’s rent, utility, and grocery money saved up if you’re exclusive with your SD! Stay mysterious and be hard to read! SD’s love a girl they can’t decipher, but do it with class & elegance. Always leave them begging for more! Learn to play mind games like a boss! Also do not let men know you’re new in the bowl (even if you are)! They will take advantage of your naive ass! Always tell them you have a sugar sister who is your mentor, and she is helping you with this lifestyle. Let them know you’re not alone, and that you will not be taken advantage of!

FYI: these are my personal tips, some of this may or may not apply to you, tread carefully sisters the sugar bowl is brutal. I also recommend keeping a vanilla job to keep that extra income secured and to keep others from questioning how you pay your bills etc…

5 Ways to Make Your Life More Organized

1. Organize your email. As students, we are constantly being sent emails from classes, work, professors, announcements, etc. The possibilities are endless. It can be so annoying to have to trudge through millions of emails just to find the one you need, so if you organize your email into folders, it makes it much less of a chore.

2. Keep your classes separate.  Different colored folders and spirals are a must. Also, I like to keep my classes organized into different compartments of a plastic drawer set. You can even just get a simple desktop divider, but make sure you have a set place for all your different classes. Nothing is worse than showing up to class with the wrong day’s schoolwork in your backpack. 

3. Make To-Do Lists. I for one will never accomplish something unless I write it down. For whatever reason, seeing something listed with a blank box next to it just gives me that much more motivation to get it done knowing I can check it off at the end of the task. Tip: Use colored pens and pencils to differentiate tasks (i.e. blue for school, green for work, pink for appointments, etc.) 

4. Clean/do laundry once a week. Every Sunday (or whatever day works for you) clean up your room and do your laundry. Nothing is worse than having to do multiple loads of laundry in one day because you’ve let it pile up for so long. Also, cleaning up in intervals makes your life less stressful and chores way easier! I’d take 20 minutes once a week over 3 hours once a month any day. 

5. Organize your files. Digital clutter is the absolute worst. Just take a minute out of your day to sort through all those pictures on your phone, deleting the ones that are duplicates or blurry or just plain useless. Do this on your desktop as well. Make folders for your documents, organize photos by dates and times, and create a reasonable system that you will be able to keep up with.

Here's a list of things customers said to me today

Of all the experiences I’ve had working in retail (I love my job btw), the one thing I hate most is when customers tell me something.

Allow me to explain, using some examples from this very day. I don’t mean asking questions - I love questions. I have so much knowledge about my business and flowers that it’s frightening. No, I mean when a customer approaches me, looks me up and down, decides what my job is/entails, and lets me know:

“There aren’t enough cashiers out here.”

That’s wonderful. I’m a vendor, not a Home Depot employee. Notice how I’m not wearing an orange apron? Interesting. Not my problem.

“This is on sale.”

No, it isn’t.

“You’re throwing these away? I’ll go ahead and take them.”

No you will not. That is stealing.

“I need you to help me load this mulch. I’ve been waiting and waiting but the guy they called never showed up.”

Tragic. They must be short-staffed. Unfortunately, I don’t work at Home Depot.

“It’s just ten bags”

How lovely. Let me reiterate how it is against Home Depot policy that I, a vendor and non-Home Depot employee, help you load any of their heavy products. It’s a liability thing. Sorry.

“You’re useless.”

Seriously. I will literally lose my job.

“This is ringing up as $19.98, but the sign says $1.49. You need to give me that price.”

Ma'am, if you are going to look me in the eye and try to pretend you don’t know the difference between a $2.00 plant and a $20 plant, you should know how ridiculous you look. If another customer mistakenly placed a product in the wrong place, we are under no obligation to cater to what you perceive as an opportunity to take advantage of our business. You’re a thief and a goddamn scavenger, and you are welcome to buy it at full price or leave immediately. No amount of managers you ask to speak to will change that.

P.s. If anyone ever calls me useless again, I’m setting the building on fire.

Bonfire.// Draco Malfoy x reader

Title: Bonfire.

Prompt: Staring up at the stars at a bonfire holding hands and listening to friends sitting around them rambling drunk off their heads

Paring: Draco x Reader

Warning(s):

Side Note: I know ‘Skinny Love’ wasn’t made back in the time the books are set in (around the 60’s if you don’t know.)

“Bonfire tonight,” I smiled at the students I passed, handing them a flier. I was walking around the school with Luna handing people sheets of paper promoting the bonfire. I had convinced Professor McGonagall and Professor Dumbledore to allow us one day out of Hogwarts and into the Muggle world. “Make sure you come to the bonfire tonight, we’re going to the Muggle world.” I smiled at a couple students handing them the flier. I walked past Draco handing him the flier, “Come to the bonfire, it’ll be loads of fun, even if you don’t know how to have it.” I giggled, winking at him. He simply rolled his eyes before giving me a faint smile.


I sat in the Ravenclaw common room waiting for Luna, I had insisted on letting her use one of my dress, as long as she got to do her hair and everything else. I agreed. She had walked out about twenty minutes after I finished, she had done her hair up in a messy ponytail and had changed clothes. “I’m sorry Y/N, I just wasn’t comfortable.” She said as she smiled at me, “It’s okay Luna, you look beautiful.” I smiled, “Shall we?” I asked as I turned towards the door, “Of course, we shall.” We laughed and walked out of the door.

I stood in front of most of the student body, looking around for Draco. I saw him in the back with Pansy, Goyle and Crabbe. “Okay,” my voice echoed, getting enough people to be quite, “There’s a adult here to help you all to the bonfire. Get with a small group of around five and a teacher will take you guys to the area, were going to be in.” I stated before Luna, Neville, Ron, Hermione, and I grabbed onto Professor McGonagall.


Everyone arrived, filing up the beach we were on. I had Hagrid already here, able to bring all of the wood here, and able to start the fire. I smiled at him, before reaching into my bag, grabbing different things. Marshmallows, chocolate, gram crackers, everything I thought would be cool for a bonfire with Muggleborns, Half-Bloods, and Purebloods. “Okay, hey guys!” I smiled at everyone I walked past, “You guys, there’s food over there,” pointed at the side of the beach. I walked by Draco and smiled at him, he smiled back, but it wasn’t a full smile. I grabbed his arm and pulled him to the side. “I thought you weren’t going to come.” I smiled at him, his hand went on my hip as he shook his head, “Of course I’d come, why wouldn’t I?” he asked, I shrugged looking into his grey eyes, “I just thought you wouldn’t come to your own girlfriends, who is a Ravenclaw, get together.” I smiled laughing slightly, “I’d always come to your get together.” he smiled before kissing me. I giggled before pulling away, “I need to go and make sure everything is going perfectly okay.” I smiled running towards the choir.

We spent quite a long time at the beach. I was playing the guitar with a couple other students, the choir singing some songs for all of us to enjoy. “Come on skinny love,” I sang as I watched my fingers playing the cords, I listened to the choir harmonize with me. Everyone was singing along until we finished the last note, “How about we do something fun,” I laughed as I sat the guitar on the ground, “Why don’t we all go swimming?” I asked as I pointed towards the ocean, many agreed with me, and we all stripped to our undergarments. None of us thought about bathing suits, so this is how we have to swim. I ran into the water first, I laughed as many ran in after me. “See so much fun!” I laughed as I splashed Luna. Neville came in a grabbed Luna, he picked her up and smiled at her as she giggled, I walked away from them. As I was getting to a couple other of my peers, I was picked up and kissed, I knew it was Draco, I giggled into the kiss as I kissed him back, “Brilliant idea,” he laughed as he pulled away, I nodded quickly. “Extremely brilliant.”

I lay on the sand with Draco, his hand was in mine; fingers interlocked. I looked up at the stars, pointing at the ones that made shapes. I was listening to Neville and Luna ramble about the creatures we don’t know about, and listening we to Ron and Hermione ramble about the year, and how sad they were that it was coming to a end. I looked at Draco, “You look beautiful,” he smiled, I smiled back. “Thank you, you are too.” I giggled. “You know I love you right?” he asked as he smiled at me, “I know, I love you too.” I kissed his lips, he kissed back. We stayed like that for awhile before I pulled away. “We need to go.” I whispered getting up; I took Draco’s shirt, putting it on. “Okay, everyone, we’re going to head back to Hogwarts. Feel free to stay in your friends’ rooms, your friends’ common rooms, since I doubt any of us really want to go to our own room.” I shouted before Draco and I vanished, we appeared in his room, I kissed him again. “I love you,” I whispered, “I love you too.” He whispered back.

A/N: Okay i loved thus so much! You don’t even understand how much i loved writing this. i hope you guys like it as much as i do! Send me requests and that jazz. OH AND THANK YOU ALL FOR ALMOST 300 FOLLOWERS!!!

little beast

requested by anonymous

a dad!10k AU


Addy shakes you awake from your nap, and you sit up, frowning. She grabs your arm and tugs you out of the cabin of the truck and onto the gravel.

“You better have a damn good reason for waking me up.” You grumble. Her lips curl up in a smile.

“There’s something you might wanna see.”

You sigh, and wipe the sleep from your eyes, following her as she jogs up the small grass hill on the side of the road. The group is stopped there for the day, everyone taking turns bathing in the lake beyond the hill.

That, however, is not what Addy wants to show you.

The first thing you see is Doc, holding onto a Z that conveniently has no head or jaw. 

And about ten feet away stands 6 year old Cass, her dark hair-so much like her father’s-falling in a french braid down her back. Loose hairs that never seem to stay tucked into her ever-present braid whip around her face, and you watch as she lifts a slingshot, loading a rock into it. 10k stands behind her, grinning wide.  

He leans down and whispers in her ear; determination hardens her face, and she squints. 

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anonymous asked:

Do you think Julie is aware of the fact that loads of people really do not like Noorhelm at all and that we just want her to let that storyline go? Like, I thought that clue about Noora messing up in London with dickface William really annoyed me? Why can't she just leave that alone; I know she really likes them, but still. 🙅🏼

i guess she just wants to give them a closure? bc it wasnt clear if they broke up or not..and she wants to like… please ppl that do like them? idk rip 

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I went and translated ‘Te Amo Y Más’ back into English too.  I already did 'Si Puedes Perdonar’ is here.

This one is actually quite a bit different from the English version.  Although most of the ideas and sentiments are the same I have to say I vastly prefer this version.  I find the use of the superlative (too much) to be less sensitive than the way it’s presented in Spanish.  I also think the Spanish version makes it undeniably clear how much Manolo is suplicating himself before Maria in this song and I find it really sweet.  No expectation, just laying it all out.  Anyway, here are las letras and their translation:

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Show Me The Money 4 Pt. 7 (You X ???)

Guys its official I’m the biggest bitch in the world. I know it seems like i’m always giving you guys excuses and i’m Extremely sorry for that. For some weird reason my wifi was messing up and my laptop wouldn’t load anything. It wouldn’t even load the 7th episode for me. I restarted the damn computer like 20 times and it let me watch the first part but then stopped and just wouldn’t let me watch part 2 (I watch the subs from ijustwannarhyme) so here it is at like 3 in the morning the Long Long awaited chapter 7.

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5  Part 6

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anonymous asked:

See how you didnt post my other question about why your statement is wrong about being a compassionate nurse, because you know damn straight you got told off but you wouldn't dare post it up here because you sure well felt stupid that I educated you. So again, as a nurse coming from a cancer hospital, those little eyes watch every move of every nurse. Watch your attitude, & if the stress load is too much find another profession. The sick children need nothing but positive people around them!

You need to calm down. Why are you so worked up over this to have repeatedly messaged me?

1. You did not “educate” me in any manner. I chose not to continue to give a platform to the negativity you are spewing. I was educated at a top one hundred university where I graduated a dual major, with highest honors. So thanks, don’t think I need any help in that department from you. Will deff let you know if that changes though!

2. That’s great that you are nurse at cancer hospital with kids. Kudos to you for that, but don’t get on here and act like some kind of martyr for it. That is your choice and admittedly, not one that I would make. Yes, I’m sure you have to watch your words and actions in a much different way than I do. There are different worlds to nursing and each has its own rules and norms. My job is not the same as my friend that is a school nurse or another sweet friend that is a hospice RN. You see what I mean, there are different cultures to different areas? In my ICU world, we tend to be on the loud, proactive, confrontational end of the spectrum and for us that’s okay.

3. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it for the umpteenth time, joking on the internet does not make you a bad nurse nor does it equate to a lack of compassion. That is the major flaw in your argument. I don’t know how adept you are at interpreting sarcasm, but this blog is written in a tongue-in-cheek, satirical way. This includes the line about an “attitude problem” that you have attacked repeatedly. There are plenty of other medical and nursing tumblrs, websites, Instagrams, Facebooks, Twitters, and so on. I do not think you intend to harass each and every one, so why not just accept it for humor that is not your taste and move on?

4. I do not need you, perfect stranger, to tell me how to deal with the stress of this job. Most days, the stress is fun. There’s an excitement of a really sick patient and the hope we can help, of catching a neuro change early, of titrating multiple drips, or running CRRT. I love my job. I loved the smile on my patient’s little old momma’s face today when I brought her an apple juice. I loved that when I walked down the hall last week an aphasic patient I took care of months ago smiled the most beautiful smile, made a squealing noise, and reached her arms out to hug me. However, the world of nursing is not all butterflies and rainbows, I do not think we should have to pretend otherwise and furthermore nothing will improve if all we do is hold hands and sing kumbaya.  Before you say I am not doing my part, because all I do is joke on the internet, know that I sit on three committees in my hospital, I’m on the alumni board of my nursing school, I precept and charge on my unit.

5. I worry about your stress levels, anon. This is the third message you have sent. Are you okay?

Loaded Gun Lyrics - Fly Away Hero

I used Audreys (x) and Annie’s (x) videos to help me transcribe these.  Thanks to @justaflyernobody for her help! Please send suggestions for correction in my ask.

So lately I’ve been in a drought
I’m itching for the urge to get away somehow
been trapped in time up in my bed
with you in my head

And I reach my hand down in the dark
A simple push it gets me up
and one always gets me far
a push and pull an even flow
it’s raised to vertical

Well I lost my sight to see
I masturbated every day this week
contaminated all of my new sheets
we bang the loaded gun, we bang the loaded gun u

I toss and turn in satin silk
thinking about you and me  
and awesome sex and sweat and filth
I know it’s wrong but who gives a shit
just let, let me in

Well I lost my sight to see
I masturbated every day this week
contaminated all of my new sheets
we bang the loaded gun, we bang the loaded gun

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Well I lost my sight to see
I masturbated every day this week
contaminated all of my new sheets
we bang the loaded gun, we bang the loaded gun


Well I lost my sight to see
I masturbated every day this week
contaminated all of my new sheets
we bang the loaded gun, we bang the loaded gun

Home ~S.M.~

Summary: you and Stew fuck.

Warning: smut; daddy kink.

“Babe I’m home” I hear as I run down the stairs of our new apartment.

“BABY!” I jump in to my boyfriend of 2 years arms. We had recently bought this apartment together. It made me realize exactly how much I loved him.

“Someone’s excited to see me.” Stew says kissing my cheek and setting his stuff down.

“Well, Stewart, I missed you a bunch.” I say looking up at him. He had been gone finishing all his testing for his last year of school. I graduated early so I’m currently doing online college.

Stew just chuckles and sits on the couch. He pulls some stuff out of his bag we keep under the couch. He begins making a blunt as I sit in his lap.

“God. You’re just like Nate.” I was friends with Stews brother before I dated Stew. But when Nate moved to Cali I became close with Stew. I’ve always had a crush on him but we never really talked. We saw eachother a lot because I was with the older boys but a simple hi or a shared laugh was it.

“Well he is my brother. Here take a hit. I’m gong to grab us drinks.” I took multiple puffs from his blunt. I loved getting high with Stew. Mainly because it usually ended up in amazing lazy sex. He came back in and sat near me. I was already buzzed so I put the joint against his lips. As he took the joint out of my fingers I moved to straddle him.

I grabbed my phone and started playing music while Stew watched me with his head against the back of the couch. His large hands were running up and down my upper thighs. Once the music was on Stew finishes off the joint and put it in the ashtray on the table. He grabbed my hips and pulled me extremely close.

“You are so beautiful fucking. Wait I messed that up. I mean you so are beautiful. Nope that’s not either fuck. You’re-” he stumbled over his words while I giggled at him.

“I understand baby. I’m fucking beautiful.” I saw whispering. Getting close to his face as I slowly grind my hips into him.

“Fuck. I’m so lucky. ” he says then kisses me. After me grinding on him and us making out for a little bit he pushes me down onto the couch.

He starts kissing my neck leaving love bites and bruises. He kisses my sweet spot down to my collar bone. I start moaning at the sensation. Stew blows cool air on the spots he just attacked.

He sat up to take off his shirt as I did the same. He groaned at the sight of me without a bra.

“Y/N were you planning on this to happen?” He say smirking.

I nod and laugh. “I have to be ready for when my daddy gets home.” I say pulling him back down to my lips.

“You’re gonna kill me babygirl.” He says as he moves down to pull of my shorts. “Really y/n? No underwear?”

“So what? I’ve been horny all day.” I say as I sit up on my elbows. He just shakes his head and chuckles and kisses my hips.

“What if I was too tired and didn’t fuck you when I got home.” He says teasing my entrance with his fingers.

I smirk knowing how to speed this process up. “I guess I would’ve had to call Jake. I’m sure he’ll fuck me right.” As soon as I said it Stew attacks my pussy. Licking and sucking my clit while his fingers pumped in and out at a super fast pace. I was moaning and screaming his name.

“Can Jake make you this wet princess?” He says going impossibly fast.

“N-n-no daddy.” I say trying to speak. I could feel my high approaching. “I’m close. So close.” I say trying to grasp the couch beneath me. Stew just speeds up while I pull on his hair trying to catch my release. Within seconds in screaming and my high washes over me. Stew stands up as I’m coming down. He pulls off his boxers. And puts on a condom. I gather all my strength, and get of the couch and kneel in front of him. I stroke his painfully hard member and kiss the tip.

“No y/n. I just wanna fuck you right now. You can suck me off in the morning.” Stew says pulling me up. He lays me down on the couch and climbs in between my legs. He lines him self up and slowly pushes himself in. Once he’s all the way in I give him a nod, letting him know he can move.

He starts out slowly, groaning in my ear which makes me moan. He slowly picks up his speed until he’s thrusting into me so fast I can’t think. I was moaning so loud with Stew whispering dirty words all in my ear while kissing my neck.

“Fuck Daddy I’m close”

“I know baby. On 3. 1…2…3.” As I release on Stew, I feel him shoot his load into the condom. We were both yelling profanities mixed with each-others name.

As were coming down Stew flips us over so I’m laying on his chest. I give him a peck on the lips as I grab the blanket that’s draped over the back of the couch.

“Bet jake can’t fuck you like that.” I hear Stew whisper.

“Nobody can daddy” I say as I close my eyes.

“I love you y/n”

“I love you too Stew”

A/N
Hahahaha. Lol there go my stew feels. Haha shoot me pls. Help pls.