𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥

summary: every anniversary you reenact the first time Dave marked you.

pairing: alpha!Dave York x omega!fem reader

warnings: 18+ mdni. a/b/o. small chase scene. marking + knotting. it's not that explicit. w.c: 972

author’s note: first time writing a/b/o, so it's a bit rough. pls, be nice to me. thank you @seventeenpins for looking this over and being otherworldly.

for @guiltyasdave and @sizzlingcloudmentality writing through the seasons challenge - thank you so much for hosting!! 💙

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭 ⋅ 𝐅𝐢𝐜 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐬 ⋅ 𝐃𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭

Every anniversary was the same. 

A quaint dinner at the restaurant where Dave took you for your first date. An uncorked bottle of red wine is shared despite spilling some on your dress. A gift from your Alpha, a heart shaped box of chocolates, your favorite, is placed at the center of the table. A hearty meal and reminiscing about the last few years before Dave asks for the check with a smirk.

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𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲

pairing: Jackson!Joel x afab!reader

warnings: 18+ mdni. dirty talking Joel. some pussy play. pussy pronouns. allusion to sex. w.c: under 500

an: I had a thot and this is the tiny result. 💙

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭 ⋅ 𝐅𝐢𝐜 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐬 ⋅ 𝐉𝐨𝐞𝐥 𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫

Warm, golden rays are pouring through the kitchen window in Joel's Jackson home when he finds you bent over, inspecting the contents of his fridge for. You must've grabbed his blue jean button-up when you woke up, the one he tugged off in a hurry last night, leaving him wondering where you ran off to when he rolled over and found the side of his bed warm to the touch.

Your bare ass peaks from under the worn material when you shift on your feet, gifting him a vivid glimpse of the place he swore he called home hours ago. Joel curses under his breath as blood rushes south.

Before he can think, he weaves his hands around your hips, yanking you into his clothed body, a high-pitched yelp tearing from your lips. Your ass cushions his pelvis as his hold on you grows tight.

Joel drags his nose along the curve of your neck as you squirm in his arms, and he winds his hands around your waist, settling his palms on your soft, bare belly. 

"You look real good wearin' my shirt, Darlin'. I'm thinkin' this is all you wear from now on."

You sag against his frame, a wall of warmth and safety; your hands barely fit around his wrists as you clutch him for support. The thought of being so bare to him has your stomach tumbling. Your back arches, testing his vice lock around your middle, seeing if he'll let you escape, but a rough hand slides north and presses between your breasts, a subtle warning as he easily keeps you pinned. 

"Got you right where I wan' ya," he husks, slowly grinding his half hard cock against your ass. "An I ain't lettin' ya go anytime soon."

The hand that clutches his wrist travels south as he moves; thick fingers creep through the curls that cover your mound before cupping your sensitive flesh. "Gonna be good? Lemme fill you again before day breaks?"

With a breathy mewl, your head lolls. You press your weight into the hand on your sternum as nimble fingers dip between your folds, gathering arousal and swirling a slick pad over your clit.

"Bet that pretty pussy would love bein' on display for me," He husks, "Lettin' me claim 'er whenever I want."

A pathetic gasp fills your lungs. Heat rises steadily in your belly, raging and consuming, setting every nerve ablaze. You grab the counter, hands clutching the top in a death grip as the faint sound of a zipper registers in your brain.

"I'd hold on tight if I were you," Joel teases, flipping the bottom of the blue jean button up over your hips so he can get a front-row view just as his cock catches on your weeping hole. "Cause I plan on fuckin' 'er until she's cryin' all over the kitchen floor."

feel free to scream at me -> 💌

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𝐌𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐞

summary: you help your fiancée calm down in the middle of the night.

Originally posted by lightningcrashes

pairing: Emmett x afab!reader

warnings: 18+ mdni. mommy kink. breast play. handjob. cum eating. w.c: 865

an: I couldn’t not write this.

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭 ⋅ 𝐅𝐢𝐜 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐬

The bedroom door creaked open, stirring you from your slumber. Moonlight pours through the large bay window in your room, painting the cozy bed in bright silver light. You glance at the side table with hazy eyes; it's half past midnight. Emmett should've come to bed a while ago.

You watch your fiancée shuffle across the room, ridding himself of the black Knicks shirt during his trip and tossing it on the floor. His boxers hang low on his hips; sparse auburn curls litter his lower belly before disappearing below the band.

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WARNINGS: 18+ mdni. riding Joel on the couch. slight size difference kink.
-> no plot, only fucking that old man <-
W.C: 468
AUTHOR'S NOTE: enjoy this word vomit. i saw this pic and then went brain dead.

Jumping Joel's bones the second he's through the door after a day of patrolling.

Pushing the brick wall of a man back on the couch and dropping to your knees, unbuckling his belt in record time, and teasing his soft cock until he's leaking and throbbing hard over your tongue. His hips rise off the couch as he presses his girth further down your throat, making you sputter and gag. Joel runs his fingers over your scalp, cooing your sticky whimpers. He looks down at you, absolutely memorized by the satisfied tears in your eyes. "Needed him pretty bad, huh?"

You nod with his cock still lodged in your throat; the simple vibration of your muddle response is enough to make his eyes slam closed and cock leak over your tongue.

"Get up 'ere," He grits, helping you rise on weary legs and hastily tug your panties to the ground. He cradles your hips as you settle onto his lap, forming his larger body around yours; he taps his weeping crown against your dripping heat, teasing you like you teased him not long ago.

"Think you can take him? Take e'ery inch?" he rasps, his still throat hoarse from a day out in the cold.

Your hands clutch his broad shoulders, his weather-worn jacket smelling of birch and snow bunches in your grip as he ever so slowly eases you down his cock.

His massive palms curve around your hips and lewdly palm your ass until your clit touches the grey-brown curls that litter the base of his cock.

"There ya go. Spreadin' 'er all the way open for him," He flexes his length, sending a shock wave through your system, igniting all the nerves that drove you mad all day.

You bite back a curse on the first steady rise and fall on his cock. His salt and pepper facial hair bristles your skin as he pants against your cheek while you ride him. "I can feel your fuckin' heartbeat."

Your knees dig into the cushions, and frantic breaths burst from your lungs on each bounce as pleasure blossoms in your belly. Joel's expansive hands easily reach around your waist and guide you along every ridge and blood pumping vein, easing your distress and seeking out the ache only he knows how to quell.

He presses his forehead to yours and shares your breath, driving you closer and closer to becoming one. You drown happily in his coffee dark eyes as a wave of bliss races down you're spine.

"Lookit' you fallin' apart so quickly," a feral hand curls around the back of your neck and tips your head, making you look down at where you're connected. The base of his cock glistens with fresh white cream. "Comin' on my cock like you were made for it."

𝐲𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐞

summary: being an assistant to a Hollywood star has its perks like attending a lavish holiday event that’s brimming with celebrities.

warnings: fluff! dieter bravo x afab!reader. meet cute? kissing. Christmas vibes. mistletoe. dieter being his usual silly self. w.c: 1.7k

author’s note: this is a gift for @jennaispunk via the @dieterbravobrainrotclub Holiday Gift Exchange! I hope you enjoy this lil’ fic, Jenn! Happy Holidays, lovely! 💙 thank you @sp00kymulderr for hosting!

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭 ⋅ 𝐋𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 ⋅ 𝐃𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐨 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭

It was the kind of holiday party where everything felt just a little bit brighter—lights twinkling from every corner, the smell of cinnamon and pine hanging in the air, laughter rising over soft jazz in the background. A sleek modern mansion nestled in the Hollywood Hills hosting the annual gathering.

You adjusted the straps of your dress while you sat at the bar. It was a sleek dark red velvet number you'd picked up on sale, hoping it'd help you fit into the glamorous party and not stick out like a sore thumb.

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I can't think straight. It's giving au nightclub owner!Javier.

• He's nice but only for his benefit.
• Javier's cocky and sleazy and much too old to be going after the female clientele that comes to his club to let loose and dance every weekend. "Need'a taste of one of those sweet treats." Javier crudely comments while running his fingers down the dark whiskers that line his lips, openly staring at a piece of eye candy spinning on the crowded dance floor. 
• He struts around in muted button-ups, ruffled hair, and skin-tight blue jeans while crudely pointing to his crotch with a smirk, "Gotta display the goods."
• Javier's only ever seen with his tinted aviators. The bastard will even leave them on while he fucks you against his office door, pouring filth in your ear and slipping a thumb in your mouth to keep you quiet. "Grippin' him so tight, Gatita. You gonna come again?" He'll stare ravenous from the murky blue beyond as he slams your hips into the dark wood, making you come multiple times before slapping your ass as you straighten your dress and sending you back to tend bar with his seed staining your panties.
• A few times, you've seen Javier without his shades. While he's doing paperwork or taking a nap in his office on that old, stained couch that you made a mental note never to sit on. Or when he's stressed, he pinches the metal frame between his fingers in one hand while rubbing the pounding ache behind his eyes with the other with a sigh before quickly placing them back on the bridge of his nose like a shield. He looks different without the protective glass, delicate and timid, like a child lost in the world, much like when you first moved to the city before finding Javier and his club.
• You've been known to dangerously raise one of his brows under his tinted, oversized shades whenever you stand your ground during an argument with him. Despite his seedy qualities, Javier has a heart of gold, especially for the girls who work for him. He enjoys the fight you always give him, verbally sparring back and forth like an old married couple until he eventually backs down and gives you a soft nod, mumbling, "You're right, Gatita." 
• Try as you might not to be swayed by his lousy flirtatious repartee and dark, inviting eyes; you slip into his lap every night after your shift and indulge in his honeyed depravity.