#also the right one is sending me into a frenzy... hand on waist..

[corvophobia]

this one goes out to the griddlehark cosplayers i met at mcm london comic con that were quite frankly SLAYING... i believe the right are @/takemetothedark and @/th3.mane.attraction on instagram and jarofgrubs is the gideon on the left!!!!!!

[boyfhee]

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ㅤㅤ﹙651﹚ ㅤ장르 fluff, est. relㅤㅤwarnings kissingㅤㅤᐢᗜᐢ i love whatever genre of jake this is :/ always on my tutor reader x student jake agenda. also, please rb and give feedback, it helps a lot ^_^ iNDEX

if there’s one thing jake is good at, it’s keeping you distracted. 

you can hear the faint fluttering of the pages of his textbook, your coffee running cold, his phone buzzing somewhere in the room but he couldn’t care less and you’re where you shouldn’t be— on his bed, straddling him, hands everywhere they could reach on him. “you taste so sweet, baby,”

you’d argue it’s the cherry candy you were having before arriving at his place, although it’s taste must’ve been diluted by the few sips of coffee you’ve had. you pull back, eyes glazing over his flushed cheeks and swollen lips, strands of hair falling over his forehead, dishevelled by your fingers that are still lost in his soft locks. 

he looks sweet like this. 

it’s moments like this when you wish you could forget all your responsibilities and give into your urges, into him, who looks at you with eyes gleaming with thrill and the cutest smile. you brush your finger over his lower lip, almost kissing him again before looking at him. “we should get back to studying,”

and you can swear he mutters something under his breath, something you can’t quite catch but his disappointment is evident. your heart skips a beat when you feel his hands tighten around your waist, pulling you flush against himself. “please, angel. not tutoring me one day won’t make me fail,”

he’s doing it again— the puppy eyes and pouty lips, one that are still slightly red from your previous make out and urgent kisses. it’s impossible to ignore him when he’s looking at you with such desperation, breath slightly ragged from your previous manoeuvres. not a word falls off his mouth but his eyes are practically pleading you to let him continue, begging to let him kiss you again and to savour the taste of your strawberry tinted lip balm along with the coffee and cherry settled on your tongue. 

“jake,” you try to be firm, holding onto that last string that is keeping your sanity together. it’s maddening to ignore him when he’s looking so pretty, with eyes that are glistening with anticipation and especially when his fingers are slipping under your top, drawing soft circles on your waist. “your mom could up upstairs any time,” 

“door’s locked,” he insists, leaning in for a quick peck, or a kiss, if you hadn’t pulled back. he almost whines, dipping his head to your neck to plant wet, sloppy kisses. “please baby, i’ve been so good and patient…i’ve waited a whole week to see you and i did well on my tests. don’t i deserve a reward?” 

his voice sends your heart into a frenzy. you’re not even done pulling yourself together from it and he’s already nibbling on your collar bones while you’re trying your best to not make any sounds. “i’ve been—” his lips move up to your jaw, “so—” and then all the way up to your mouth, pulling your lower lip gently between his teeth. “—good.”

and jake does everything with such effortless eloquence and tenderness that it blurs your perception of what’s right and wrong. you should be teaching him biology, but you pull him into a searing kiss instead, feeling him basically melt under your touch when your fingers cup his cheeks, a touch go gentle yet ever so needy. 

“you better be quiet,” you warn between the kiss and he swallows his words along with your soft moan that escapes your mouth when he pushes his tongue past your lips with practised ease. you feel him smirk at the way your actions betray the words that leave your mouth, but jake is too busy being lost in you to care about anything else.

he hums against your lips, hands wandering over you as if not wanting to leave any spot untouched. he pulls back and tilts your chin up, planting a chaste kiss on your lips. “anything for you, princess,”

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[exhaslo]

Need moreee hybrid bunny！reader x CEOMiguel hehehehehhehehe🐇love your story too muchhhhh❤️❤️

Haha, thank you, thank you!! Part 2s are always fun to write! I'll continue this were the original left off then, hehe

Also, sorry this was so late. I finally started my January requests!

Part 1

Warning: MINORS DNI, Smut, p in v, breeding kink, rough sex, creampie, public sex

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There was always that feeling of uncertainty. Under normal circumstances you would be overwhelmed with joy with becoming Miguel's wife, but you weren't normal. You weren't even fully human anymore. So, sometimes...you felt those cruel whispers get inside your head.

Miguel always showered you with love, reminding you of his feelings. You felt the same, but there was still that little voice in the back of your head. Telling you that none of this would have ever happened if you didn't go into heat in front of him.

It's been months since that day, but you still recall it as if it were yesterday. Miguel took you on some dates before proposing to you, had you move in to his luxurious penthouse, and he had all of the wedding details planned out.

You were his personal assistant at Alchemax, helping him with trying to cure the hybrids and saving them. Miguel was a walking green flag, but you still felt like you weren't good enough for him. The stares that you got from the other women.

Other people.

They all saw you as just another gold digger, one who could use their body to their advantage. It hurt, especially since you loved Miguel so much and visa versa.

"(Y/N), are you ready?" Miguel hummed in your ear as his hands snaked around your waist, "We don't want to be late, amor (love)." He planted soft kisses against your neck.

"Miguel, are you sure you want me to go? Won't your business partners find it...find you strange to have me as a wife?"

"Amor, if they have something to say about my beautiful wife, then they shouldn't be in business with me." Miguel said with a soft grunt, pulling you in for a kiss, "Shall I remind you of how perfect you are?"

"Mhm, but we're going to be late." You whimpered, holding onto his jacket. Miguel pressed you against the wall,

"So? I'm spending time with my wife," Miguel hummed as his hands started to raise your dress, "Besides, everyone loves news about an heir,"

You felt a shiver run up your spine towards Miguel's words. Unsure of what came over you, you nearly pounced on Miguel. Your kisses were deep as you moved to his hands against your core. The thought of him fucking a baby into you sent you into a frenzy.

"Easy, baby, I'll make sure to take my time." Miguel said with a soft chuckle as he removed your panties, "Gotta pound that baby in nice and slow,"

"Miggy," You moaned softly, grinding against his hand, "Gimme a baby, please? Please?"

"(Y/N), are you in heat?" Miguel questioned, his tone full of concerned as he started to pump his fingers inside your pussy.

"Ah~ N-no, but I want...mhm~ your baby in me!~" You cried out. Miguel smiled as he kissed you deeply,

"Then I shouldn't keep my wife waiting."

You mewled into the kiss, wrapping your arms around Miguel's neck. Your velvet walls clenched and tighten around Miguel's fingers as he curled against your sweet spot. With a slight tug against his hair, you cam against his hand.

Miguel praised you before sliding his cock inside. Your legs wrapped against his waist as Miguel held you up. His lower hand just brushing against your fuzzy hair, sending shocks of pleasure throughout your body.

You moaned and rested your head against the wall as Miguel gave you slow and deep thrusts. His cock making itself at home inside of you as he hit all the right spots. You whimpered and gasped as Miguel kept playing with your tail, making you more sensitive than you already were.

"Gonna be so full for the gala, amor. How naught of my wife," Miguel chuckled as he started to fasten his pace, "But my precious little bunny wants a baby, how can I refuse?"

"MhM~ B-Baby! Inside!" You cried out, feeling your high approaching again. Miguel chuckled as he kissed your neck,

"Yes, baby, I'll give you one," Miguel inhaled your perfume as he grunted and moaned into your neck, "I'll tend to all your needs, (Y/N)"

"Miguel!"

You cried out as you cam hard against Miguel's dick. With another grunt, Miguel bottomed out and coated your walls white. He arms wrapped around you as the two of you took a moment to catch your breathe.

"Alright, let's get going," Miguel hummed.

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Your cheeks were flustered as you stood by Miguel's side during the gala. He was proudly introducing you as his wife to everyone who approached him. While it did make your heart flutter, you could see the disgusted looks they gave you.

You were a hybrid, so they just assumed shit. Feeling Miguel's hand brush against you tail, you shivered in delight. Your pussy clenched for a moment, still feeling his cum from earlier inside you. The thoughts of a baby reoccurring.

"Miguel, I could use some fresh air," You whispered. Miguel smiled towards you, his hand never leaving your back,

"Of course."

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Miguel had you bent over on the outside private patio, slapping himself ruthlessly into your wet cunt. Your moans were loud and sloppy as you tried to quiet down. Anyone could walk out at any moment and see Miguel fucking you like a mad man.

You gripped onto the railing, gasping and moaning as Miguel started to pinch your clit. You tighten against his shaft, cumming once more against him. Miguel could only chuckle at the white ring forming on his dick.

"(Y/N), your pussy is so tight. Perfect for my dick. Perfect to mold our baby." Miguel groaned, filling you up with another load of his cum, "It's going to be a busy night, hm?"

"Y-Yesh," You whimpered, your body shaking, "W-We'll keep trying for a b-baby~"

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"I'd like to present this award to-"

You weren't paying attention to the speaker since Miguel's fingers were pumping into you, pushing his cum back inside your cunt. You trembled, trying to listen, but felt more worried about someone spotting the two of you.

This whole night was just both you and Miguel finding ways to fuck each other without anyone noticing. This was far better than you being in heat. This was you trying to get a baby. This was Miguel trying to fill you to the brim to have his child.

"Alchemax! Miguel O'Hara, please accept this award." The speaker cheered as the crowd clapped.

Miguel let out a soft grunt as he removed his fingers and wiped them against his napkin. He leaned down to peck your lips, smirking towards your flustered expression. You pouted towards the warmth leaving, but smiled as Miguel received an award.

"I'd like to thank my lovely wife. I couldn't have gotten this far without her," Miguel made eye contact with you, "Hopefully, we'll be able to share some good news soon."

Feeling your heart race at his words, you smiled while everyone glared at you. Miguel sure knew how to dot on you. As he returned with his award, Miguel claimed that you needed some food and took you to one of the closets.

"(Y/N), aren't you proud of me?" Miguel chuckled as his cock bullied your cunt.

"Yes~ Yes!" You cried, cumming once more, "L-Lemme reward you with a baby!"

"I think its the other way around, amor." Miguel chuckled before swallowing your moans with a kiss, "Shh, don't want anyone to hear my precious wife's sexy moans."

"Mhm~!" You held onto Miguel as he kept pounding your abused cunt.

Your eyes rolled back slightly as Miguel grunted and filled you once more. His hips still attached to yours as he played with your tail. His breathing heavy against your neck as he slowly started to thrust back inside you,

"We have a long night ahead of us, (Y/N). I won't stop until I put a baby in you." He whispered in your ear. You whimpered in response, fluttering against his cock,

"N-Neither will I."

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Hope you enjoyed!!

[kpopscruggles]

I…am in such a slutty mood for Riize right about now. That one video they released for the comeback in a few weeks when Taro was hip thrusting??? Just thinking about backshots with Taro in the dance studio where your moans are echoing…Thinking about squirting with Wonbin who likes to fuck his girl after a nice relaxing shower in the evening. BONUS POINTS if you fuck him IN the shower…Thinking about Possessive sex, Missionary style with Sungchan while he’s telling you who you belong to after you make him jealous….Thinking about oral and hand jobs with sweet Anton, who’s just so sensitive he can’t help but whine when you focus on his pretty tip…Thinking about thigh jobs with Eunseok who can’t get enough of the way his cock disappears between your plush thighs, and how dangerously close he is to coming on your cunt…Thinking about public sex with Sohee, as you sit on his cock while you guys are out to dinner with the rest of the guys and he’s struggling to keep from coming (spoiler: he comes anyway)…and thinking about sex with our beautiful Hani who just wants to please you. He can’t get enough of having his head in between your thighs as you whine for him while he slowly ruts against the bed for relief.

NDHIKYUXXMADIUBGKUWBDKIH YOU GOT ME PUMPED!!!!!

REQUESTS/HARDHOURS OPEN PLS LETS KEEP THIS GOIN!!!

IAMALWAYSASLUTFORRIIZEPOOKIE!!!!!!! 

Taro is the type to fuck you in the studio and rexcord it, he's not posting it. He's saving it for when he needs to relive that stress when his baby isnt there. Back shots bring a whole new level to it for him too. Taking you on the small couch, hearing your crying moans in the pillow, he's gripping your ass and spreading it apart so he can get the full 4d view of how tight your pussy is around his cock, how he's pounding into you "such a tight pussy~ Love it so much!" 

Wonbin waiting for you to get out the shower, watching you put your lotion on to help you relax. Just smelling it spread in the room making his cock twitch and get harder by the second, little sighs leaving him as he palms himself before crawling to the edge of the bed, wrapping his arms around your waist and leaving little kisses on your neck "You smell so nice~". Fucking yes but I also see him as the type to lay your back against your chest, licking the shell of your ear while rubbing your clit and watching your squirt with every complete circle he rubs!! (bonuspointshegetshardoffyourscents) 

"This is my pussy no one else's...Right? hmmm say it baby or I'm gonna stop!" SUngchan will groan while he pounds into your cunt, one had gripped your breast and the other on your hip. Feeling every inch of his cock as he slowly his thrusts every once in a while, to control both your orgasms! 

Anton starting out with mutual masturbation, feeling you stroke his cock he slolwy dips his hands into your panties and rubbing your clit before moving down to run his fingers in your slit. Eventually he gets courageous and does 69 (bonusifyourfilthyenoughtolethimbeontop) and he's just slowly thrusting in your throat while spiting on your sensitive clit before flicking his tongue against it. 

NHDFJUGEIUVDFILVWD THIGH FUCKING IS MY WEAKNESS AND EUNSEOK IS ALL IN! Your plush thighs have this man in a frenzy anyway. (He a big man who needs a plushy babygirl fr) He's moaning while kissing your ankles, maybe nibble on the anklet and thrusting onto your thighs "Feels so good angel! FUckkk! I love your thighs" 

He's just watching you have a conversation, you hear sohee's moans in your neck "I-i'm gonna cum I'm gonna cum~" he whimpers against your ear before you hear the pitiful whines and his worm cum spurt inside you, he might even slowly rock your hips to get that rush of overstimulation.  

His moans from humping the bed sending vibrations to your clit "You taste so sweet~ I love your pussy so much beautiful!" he groans before running his tongue up your slit then pushing it in while using his thumb to circle your clit!!!!!!!!! 

[wrestletotheground]

snap out of it - ross macdonald x reader

your boyfriend helps ease the tension when you're feeling stressed..

cw: 18+ minors dni!! smut, dom!ross, f!sub!reader, kitchen sex, fingering, d word, unprotected sex, p in v, orgasm denial, stomach bulging, squirting, degradation, lowkey kinda toxic but in a hot way <3

wc: 2.4k

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you're walking- no. storming around the house like a raging bull. for what reason you don't even know. maybe it's the party you're hosting tomorrow, and the fact the house is an absolute mess.

you've woken up in such a mood, feeling like you're going crazy when every little inconvenience is piling up and fuelling the fire. there was no hot water in the shower, you burnt your toast for breakfast, and you're now running around in a frenzy trying to sort everything as if you're being hunted for sport. feminine rage, if you will.

you're muttering under your breath, picking through the piles of clutter in the kitchen when you're startled by your boyfriend placing a hand on your lower back. you jump, so lost in your thoughts that you didn't hear him coming.

'hi baby, whatcha doing?' he asks, wrapping his arm around your waist before you step away from him, rolling your eyes at his cheerful tone.

'ross, i'm sorry, I love you, but fuck off, I've so many things to do I don't need you distracting me, I've been cleaning all day and the place still looks the same and URGGH,' you practically scream, holding your head in your hands.

guilt washes over you, realising you've just essentially snapped at him over nothing, but you're too worked up to backtrack now. you continue what you were doing, ignoring ross' eyes burning a hole into the back of your head. you lift an empty wine bottle from the table to clear it away and start cursing under your breath when you notice it's left a stain that you're gonna have to sort out on top of everything else.

'darling you're too stressed over this, there's no need, just take a break and chill out, yeah?' rage pumps through your body. even though you know he's just trying to help, you can sense an undertone - an edge - in his voice that would usually have you on your knees already, but right now, you're in no mood for it.

'no, look, I've been putting it off it's just- there's so much to do, I'll be fine, okay?' it comes out more frantic and loud than you anticipated, making his face crease in concern. he puts a hand on your shoulder, stopping you in your tracks.

'look at me,' he orders. you sigh and turn to look up at him, heart still pounding partly from the stress and now also from the intense look in his eyes. his hands are warm and heavy on your waist now, gripping onto you like you'd float away if he let go.

'I'm gonna fuck you until you calm down and you can't think of anything else but my name, and you're gonna fucking take it'.

okay, maybe you are in the mood for it. your stomach flutters and you nod silently, feeling like a lamb under the thumb of a lion. his soft yet demanding tone always makes you so turned on you give in immediately. 'there we go darling, daddy's gonna make you feel better, hm?' he says as one hand comes up to wrap around your neck, pushing in gently.

that word sends a rush of excitement coursing through you, and you manage to get out a strangled mix between 'yes' and a moan. you'll be good for him if it's the last thing you do, and you're so riled up you're already starting to channel that rage into desire.

you go to start towards the bedroom before he grabs you roughly, stopping you in your tracks yet again. 'where do you think you're going honey? you're gonna take it here like a good pet.' his tone is stern. 'but the-,' he cuts you off by slapping his palm on the side of your jaw, grabbing your chin and forcing eye contact. you feel a pulsing heat building in your core.

'do what you're told or I'll leave you here, I know you're fucking soaked for me already, clenching your thighs when I haven't even touched you,' he smirks, and you flush when you realise you've been inadvertently squeezing your legs together in a futile attempt to relieve yourself.

the thought of him taking you right here in the kitchen drives you crazier than you'd like to admit. the big sliding glass door that leads onto the garden is only a few yards away, giving any nosy neighbours a full show, but he doesn't seem to mind and you're already too desperate to stop now.

he hooks a finger through the belt loops on either side of your jeans and uses them to pull you forward, making you stumble into him. 'take these off for me darling,' he orders, breath ghosting over the side of your face as he tries to keep his composure.

you fumble around with buttons and zips until they're pooled around your ankles, stepping out and crashing your lips onto his with one hand already gripping the hair at the back of his neck. your tongues melt together, pure lust radiating off one another.

he toys with the hem of your shirt blindly until you get the hint and break away from him to throw it behind you. his breath catches in his throat and he can't help himself from grabbing at your tits instantly, pupils dilated beyond belief as he stares at them in awe. you giggle to yourself, tracing your fingertips under his tshirt and up and down his sides.

he gives you a questioning look. 'you're such a boy,' you laugh. his stare intensifies. 'oh yeah? don't think a boy would make you feel like this, hm?' he replies, bringing a hand down between your legs to cup your pussy and dipping his index finger under the thin fabric, making you moan. 'see?' he whispers. you smile coyly and kiss him again, more passionately this time.

dripping desire pools in your underwear when he grabs you and walks you a few steps towards the kitchen counter. he turns you to face away from him and pushes down on your shoulders. you fold with his touch, straightening out your back as your chest and arms fan out over the cold marble.

with one hand pinning you onto the countertop, he uses the other to rip your wet underwear down, letting them fall to your feet before you kick them away.

goosebumps prickle across your entire body when his fingers graze over your soaked cunt. you spread your legs wider instinctively, allowing him easier access. 'so responsive for me,' he mumbles behind you. he leans over your back, moving your hair to one side to nip and suck at your neck.

without warning, he shoves two fingers inside you, making you scream out in surprise and pleasure. he instantly takes his hand away and you exhale sharply at the sudden loss of contact before it comes back to land a sharp slap on your ass. 'shut the fuck up screaming like some sort of crazy bitch, the neighbours are gonna hear you. don't want them to know how much of a little slut you are do we?' you shake your head too quickly in response, teeth digging into your bottom lip.

after a moment of letting you sit in shame, humiliation, he plunges his fingers back in; this time you know better than to make too much noise. 'good girl, I know baby, I know,' he coos, gazing down at your trembling figure as his fingers work in and out of you.

'mmplease, feel so good,' you whimper, your hips jerking into him every time his thumb swipes your aching bud. the need for release is all consuming. the effect he has on you is unparalleled by anyone else. the way he works you up so much just to watch you crumble and writhe under him is enough to make you submit to his every word.

every bend and thrust of his fingers is delicate and precise, hitting all the right spots to have you doubled over in ecstasy, leaning your whole body weight on the counter to hold yourself up. 'gonna cum, please, ross, SHIT- what the fuck,' you practically sob, your climax that was right at your fingertips being suddenly ripped away from you. the second he knew you were on the edge, he stopped, pulling out his soaked fingers and drying them on your back. your head drops downwards in frustration as the fuzzy feeling inside you dissipates.

'you don't get to cum until I fucking say so, got it?' you let out a strained 'yes' sound, more of a whimper than anything. you nod your head and let your eyes fall shut in relief when you finally hear the sound of his belt being unbuckled.

'need me to fuck you stupid so you can think straight don't you love?' he says, placing a kiss just below your ear as he pulls down the waistband of his boxers just enough to to free himself from the constraints of the tight fabric. you glance down behind you and inhale deeply at the sight of his raging erection, already leaking in his hand before he even gets you into position.

he hikes your leg up, letting it rest on his strong forearm, fingers gripping into the soft flesh inside your thigh. the air hitting your cunt makes you squirm, but you manage to keep your balance, aching for him to give you what you need.

he lines himself up and you feel yourself get wetter, dripping onto him in anticipation. he slides into you with no resistance, groaning at how wet and perfect you feel around him. the full feeling of his thick cock stretching you out makes you see stars, whining softly as he builds up to a delicious pace that practically splits you in two. 'fucking hell, so perfect, just for me,' he rambles, mind going into overdrive already. 'just for you, daddy,' you reply, knowing how feral that word makes him at the best of times.

you can slightly make out your reflection in the tiles on the wall. the distorted image shows him practically fully clothed and you bare, at his disposal to use how he wants. the sight eggs you on further, and you lean up into his chest, moaning at the new sensation of his beard tickling the side of your neck.

with the angle he's at now, he's going so deep inside you that his cock pushes out your lower stomach. you look down and nearly collapse when you see a subtle bulge just below your belly button disappear and reappear with every thrust.

ross notices it too, and trails his hand down your stomach until he feels it. something feral unlocks in his brain when he feels the bump protruding, making him groan into your ear and fuck into you harder, somehow even closer now.

'shit, you feel that? feel how well you're taking me angel?' he says, pressing in on the spot. 'fuck, yes, more, please, daddy,' you whine, gasping when he starts groping at your tits, his chin resting on your shoulder as he teeters closer and closer to the edge.

'more, huh? this not enough for you?' you shake your head, and you can feel him getting more riled up by your reaction as his cock throbs inside you.

the knot in your stomach tightens further as his right hand moves down to circle your throbbing clit. you cry out at the sensation of him all over you all at once, and it takes everything in you not to let your thighs clamp shut. his name echoes from your mouth like a prayer.

the pressure is steadily mounting inside you, and you feel like you could let go any second. 'close... mm-' he slaps his hand onto your cunt, just above where he's pumping in and out of you, making you whine. 'i told you, you're not gonna cum until I say, need to teach you some fucking manners, brat,' he punctuates the last word with another harsh tap with his fingertips before continuing agonisingly slow circles.

the sting of the slaps mixed with the soothing warmth of his touch sends you into overdrive. the cold countertop digs into your palms, using it as leverage to push yourself impossibly further into him, following his pace carefully.

'jesus christ, ross, fuck, please let me cum,' you moan through gritted teeth. you don't think you've ever been this worked up, with him denying you of your orgasm twice already. you feel wound up, like a ticking time bomb that could explode any minute, and fuck, you need to, but you'll strain yourself to the last second to please him.

your core is on fire, warmth spreading all over your body, you can nearly hear the ringing in your ears already and you're about to start begging again before he snaps you out of your head. 'go on. cum all over daddy's cock, that's it- shit,' he curses when you clench tightly around him, the coil in your stomach finally snapping. you cry out as you gush all over him, little squirts splashing from you onto the floor in time with his movements. you grab onto him, pushing his hand onto your clit harder to work you through your high, the head rush like nothing you've ever felt before. it's electric, like a static current washing over you as your whole body convulses.

when he sees the pool of your slick shining on the tiled floor, it's over for him. his groans get louder and with one final push and a 'FUCK,' he tips over the edge, pulsing inside you and painting your pussy white.

your head feels hazy as you catch your breath, slowly coming back to reality. you barely register what's happened with the euphoria lingering in your body. 'did I...' you look down at the mess you made and realise you just squirted all over the kitchen and desecrated ross' hand and jeans in the process. 'fuck, that was so hot, i'm- christ,' he laughs, his head dropping onto your shoulder in disbelief.

'thank you,' you whisper. the stress that's been weighing on your chest all day has completely disappeared, but you're so fucked out you can't find any more words. he lets out a breathy laugh and braces you as he pulls out gently, holding you upright as you stand on two feet again.

'you were right, I'm not stressed anymore,' you smile, placing a soft kiss on his lips before starting to redress. 'daddy's always right,' he teases, a cheeky grin spread across his face.

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[sunstone-smiles]

Bold Move to Try and Scare a Monster

Author’s note: I couldn’t resist doing something for Halloween, so I whipped up a quick fic! Happy Halloween, everyone! 🎃 Be safe, have fun, and enjoy the final day of Tickletober! Here's Day 31: “Happy Halloween!” from Crow’s Tickletober List!

Series: Pokemon

Characters: Ingo, Emmet, Elesa

Word count: 732

Summary: Emmet and Ingo try to play a Halloween trick on Elesa, but it doesn’t turn out as planned when they are discovered and Elesa retaliates with a silly method of her own.

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“Any second Ingo, Elesa will walk through that door and then we’ll jump out and scare her!” Emmet says as kneels behind the couch and peeks over the top of the cushions.

“Emmet, you said the exact same thing five minutes ago,” Ingo says while also kneeling behind the couch with his brother. Ingo sighs. “Maybe this is a bad idea. Elesa’s our friend. Why are we scaring her?”

“Because it’s all in the Halloween spirit,” Emmet winks and nudges his brother. “Relax, it’s all in good fun. She knows that. Elesa would do the same to us if she had the chance.”

“What would I do to you if I had the chance?” a female voice comes from behind them. The two twins gasp and spin around, their spines to the back of the couch as they see Elesa standing in front of them with a smile.

“E-Elesa!” Emmet stutters but tries to play it cool. “We didn’t see you come in. We, uh, didn’t expect you would use the back door.”

Elesa places her hands on her hips and raises a brow like she knows there’s something more to his words. “What are you two doing on the floor?”

“Oh!” Emmet stands up. Ingo follows. Emmet places a sheepish hand to his neck. “We’ll, we were–”

“It was Emmet’s idea! He wanted to scare you! I thought it was a bad idea!” Ingo reveals quickly.

Emmet elbows his brother’s arm, “Ingo!”

“Ooh, trying to scare me, huh?” Elesa crosses her arms. A smile grows wider on her face. “That’s a bold move, boys—trying to scare a monster.”

“Huh?” The twins glance at each other with confused looks. They look back to Elesa.

“A monster?” Ingo questions.

“Elesa, we were trying to scare you, not a monster,” Emmet adds.

Elesa approaches them. “I know you were, but you’re forgetting one thing…” She pauses for her grin to turn into a smirk. She places her hands up like a pair of claws. “You’re forgetting that I’m part tickle monster!”

The twins gasp and their eyes go wide. “Oh no, Elesa! Elesa!” the twins quickly plead as they take a step back into the couch, but Elesa lunges forward and plunges one wiggling claw into each of their bellies, sending the twins into a giggling frenzy. Ingo folds forward and wraps his arms around himself, while Emmet similarly hugs his middle. Ingo twists himself free, but when Emmet attempts to do the same, Elesa hones in on him and latches onto his sides, causing a giggly shriek to release from the twin.

“AHA! Elehehesahaha!” Emmet flails as the tickles shockwave through his system like a thunderbolt. Emmet immediately crumbles to his knees and Elesa follows him down.

Ingo chuckles. “See, I told you it was a bad idea, Emmet.”

“Don’t think I forgot about you too!” Elesa exclaims to the standing twin. She jumps up and pounces at Ingo, then dips her fingers under his arms before Ingo has a chance to react. The older twin yelps and clamps his arms down as giggles encase his booming voice. He tries to step back and twist away from the gym leader, but Elesa has the subway boss locked into her tickly trap.

“I’ve gotcha, Ingo!” Emmet wraps his arms around Elesa and pulls her down to the floor by her waist. The gym leader squeaks from the surprise, then she squeaks again when Emmet scribbles at her belly.

“Eek! Ehehehemmet! Youhohohou can’t tickle the tickle mohohonster!”

“Sure I can. I’m doing it right now, aren’t I?” Emmet smiles. Ingo kneels down next to Elesa to join his brother in the attack, scribbling his fingers across her sides and adding to her belly to make the gym leader screech with laughter as she kicks out her legs.

“Ohohohokay! Ohohokay! Thahahat’s enough!” she calls out to her friends. Ingo and Emmet halt their tickling, then sit down beside Elesa as chuckles still remain in the air. 

Elesa wraps an arm around both Ingo and Emmet’s necks in a hug, then ruffles their silver hair, releasing a few more giggles from the twins.

“Happy Halloween, boys!” she lays her arms on their shoulders with a grin.

“Happy Halloween to you too, Elesa!” the twins say at the same time, causing another bout of laughter between the three as their Halloween night kicks off to a festive start.

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close to home | chapter seventy seven

close to home | chapter seventy seven

plot: the reader fights to protect the Hilltop

series masterlist

Pairing: Eventual Daryl Dixon x f!reader Word Count: 4,982 Warnings: violence, blood, typical twd, explicit sexual content A/N: Sorry for the late update, I finished Kingdom of Ash by SJM and have been in a depressive state since. Also I'm gonna be traveling a bit these next two weeks so updates will be slower than usual sadly (sorry!)

Daryl stood silently in one of the bedrooms of the Barrington House, gently rocking his screaming daughter. His own tears leaked from his eyes as he tried his best to calm down Josie. 

“I know, Josie baby,” He tried to soothe her. “I miss ya mama, too.”

His anxiety around the predicament they were in was at an all-time high, and he had half a mind to take Josie, Judith, and RJ and run before the horde showed up. He felt like an idiot for asking Aaron to send for his daughter, Judith, and RJ with the party coming from Alexandria. He thought Hilltop would’ve been safer. And he needed Josie to be somewhere safe so he could look for you.

He spent two days looking for other entrances into the cave system only to come up empty. Until he found Alpha and observed her before his anger got the better of him. After nearly dying in the woods and Lydia helping him back to Hilltop this morning, he hadn’t let Josie out of his arms once. 

Josie had finally settled and he set her down in Hershel’s old crib when he heard his name being called. He sighed loudly and stared down at Josie’s innocent face. A face that looked so much like yours it killed him. If Josie was the last thing he’d have from you, he’d fight like hell to keep her alive. For you, and for him. 

Daryl only made it halfway down the hallway when Rosita was jogging up the stairs, screaming his name in a frenzy that scared him. 

“She’s here,” Rosita said as soon as she saw him. 

Daryl’s face dropped as the air was knocked away. He quickly ran past Rosita and down the steps. He could hardly breathe as he pushed past the door and flew down the steps. 

That was when he saw you, still kneeling in the dirt, throwing up. He ran the length of Hilltop until he dropped to his knees in front of you. 

“Daryl…” Your arms wrapped tightly around his neck, and he pulled you tight into his arms. “Water, I need water.” You coughed. 

“Here, here,” Rosita rushed, and you pulled away from Daryl to grab the canteen and drink quickly. 

“The horde,” You said after drinking half of it. “The horde is coming.”

“We know,” Daryl said, setting his hands on your cheeks. “We know.”

You were breathing deeply and looked like you’d been through hell and smelt even worse. But he didn’t care. You were alive, right in front of him. 

“You mean I ran here for nothing?" You choked on the lack of air. "Where’s Josie? Where’s my baby? Tell me she's at Alexandria.” You asked, and then your face dropped when Daryl hesitated. “No. No.”

“You should see the doc,” Rosita said.

“No, I need to see my baby.” You said, struggling to stand up on wobbly legs. You dropped the bag on your back and took a step but stumbled, and Daryl was there to steady you in a second. He wrapped his arm tightly around your waist. 

“Have the doc come up in ten,” Daryl told Rosita. He knew nothing was going to stop you from seeing your daughter. 

***

A few minutes later, you were on your knees, cradling Josie as you sobbed. Daryl knelt beside you, his arm around your waist and his forehead against your shoulder. His mind was playing catch up of you actually being here, alive. And he couldn’t fathom it. 

“My baby,” You whispered, pressing kiss after kiss against Josie’s forehead. Then you turned and cupped Daryl’s face. “I thought about you two every single second I was in there. You’re the only reason I’m here. I couldn’t give up.”

Daryl’s face softened, and he kissed you for a long moment. “I tried findin’ ‘nother way in. Tried to go after Alpha.”

“Of course, you did,” You shook your head and pushed back his hair. You knew that without you there to keep him from doing something stupid, he would do something very stupid. “I love you.”

“I lova ya, more, darlin’.”

You smiled and kissed him again before returning to your daughter and slowly stood up. You kissed the top of her head and closed your eyes, breathing her in. 

“We tried to get ‘em out. Roads were blocked. Remind ya of anyone?” Daryl told you as you put the baby in the crib. 

“Negan.”

Just as the door opened, he nodded, and Judith and RJ ran into the room. They both engulfed you in a hug, and you cried happy tears at the sight of them. You dropped down onto your knees and cupped each of their cheeks. 

“Aren’t you guys a sight for sore eyes,” You smiled at the two of them. 

“We missed you,” RJ said. “Mommy’s gone. She went to help people.”

Your eyebrows furrowed together, and you looked at Judith before looking at Daryl. “What?”

“I’ll tell ya ‘bout it later,” He reassured you. 

Then the door opened, and the doctor came in, and you stood so you could get checked out by him. 

***

You set a pair of clean clothes on Maggie’s old bathroom counter. The shower was running, and you stared at yourself in the mirror. God, you were a mess. You couldn’t remember the last time you looked this awful. You weren’t sure if you ever had, not like this. You had blood, dirt, and mud caked in your clothes, your hair, under your nails, and your mouth tasted like them. 

It was revolting. 

The shower water was cold when you stepped into it, but you didn’t care. It felt like heaven after your journey through hell. Dirt and blood circled around the drain as you scrubbed old soap into your hair and rubbed down your body with a washcloth four times. You were rinsing out your third shampoo when you heard the door open. 

“Josie’s down. I brought ya some food. Ya need to eat after.” Daryl said. 

You poked your head out of the shower curtain, “Thank you, honey.” You watched Daryl start to undress, and you raised an eyebrow. “What are you doing?”

“Ya nearly died in that damn cave, ya think I ain’ joinin’ ya in the shower?”

You snorted and closed the curtain, stepping back under the water. You shut your eyes as you heard the shower curtain open, and then you felt his hands wrap around your waist. You smiled to yourself and leaned backward so his chest was against your back. 

“I thought ya died. I really did.” Daryl said, pressing his lips against the back of your head. “How did ya get out?”

“I nearly didn’t. But Magna and Connie. We kept pushing forward. I kept pushing them. I didn’t give them a break. I needed to get home. We ended up in the horde just as they were leading it out, I guess. I was able to break away, but Magna and Connie… we got separated.” 

“We’ll find ‘em.”

You nodded and turned around. You pushed Daryl’s wet hair out of his face. “We should really be out there helping get the place ready.” 

He nodded and rubbed his thumbs in circles on your waist. “Just need to be with ya right now.”

You stood on your toes to give him a kiss. You had just fallen back onto your feet when Daryl pushed you backward and reconnected your lips. Your back softly hit the wall, and you moaned against his lips, letting him deepen it. 

His tongue ran along your bottom lip, and his hands gripped tightly on your skin. That same ache for him ran through you, and you wrapped your arms around his neck just as he lifted you from the back of your thighs. 

“Daryl,” You moaned when you felt how hard he’d gotten in while just kissing. You locked your legs against his waist and ground against him. 

“We gotta be fast, baby girl, and quiet,” Daryl said against your lips. 

You nodded as you wrapped a hand around his wet cock and lined it up. You couldn’t remember the last time you had sex with him, probably before the fire at Oceanside. “Now, honey.” You whined. 

Daryl groaned loudly as he pushed into you. Your eyes shut, and you leaned your head back at how he filled you up. You wanted to scream at how good it felt, how impossibly good it felt with him inside you. He took you against the wall with that sense of desperation because he thought you were dead. 

“God, ya feel so fuckin’ good, baby girl,” Daryl groaned. 

You dug your fingernails into his shoulders as he thrust hard into you. You were dizzy before, but now you are dizzy with sex. Your legs were practically jelly, and you were already shaking. He was hitting so deep inside of you that you swore you could see stars. 

“Harder.” You breathed out, using your legs to pull him closer so each thrust was even deeper. 

He did exactly as you asked, hitting you deep and hurt in a relentless rhythm. You had to bite down on his shoulder to keep you from screaming how good it felt, how good he felt, as you came. And then he kept going until he spilled inside of you. His movements slowed, and he carefully put you back on your feet. 

And then he was kissing you desperately and running his fingers up along your center. You clutched the handlebar on the shower wall as he pumped his fingers inside of you. 

“You said we have to be quick,” You mumbled as Daryl sucked on the spot below your ear that drove you crazy. 

“Just a bit more, baby,” He nearly begged. You were nodding before you could even think of an answer. 

Daryl knelt down on the ground, the water spraying over your body now. He lifted one of your legs so you had it on the tub’s ledge. When you felt his tongue around your clit you buried your hands in his dripping hair and moaned loudly. Your legs were shaking with each delicate and precise swipe of his tongue. You had to lean against the shower wall to keep yourself steady. 

“Ya know how good ya taste?” You heard his voice over the water, and you lightly tugged on his hair. You felt his thumb circle around your entrance before he pushed in, and you shut your eyes. 

“Daryl… oh my God,” You moaned. 

Time both stood still and ran on and on in that moment. You were lost in his tongue and his fingers. All you could focus on was his tongue against your clit and his thumb rubbing that spot so deep in you. And after he pulled another orgasm out of you, he was there, kissing you desperately.

“See how good ya taste?”

You moaned against his lips and tugged him closer by his waist, feeling how hard he was already. You had no sense of time. He could’ve been eating you out for an hour. 

“Fuck me,” You begged. “Again. Now. Please.”

Daryl grabbed your waist, spun you around, and lifted one leg up again. You barely had time to grab the handlebar before he slammed into you. His grip on your hip was so tight, and his other arm wrapped around your chest to keep your back against his chest. 

“This what ya want, darlin’?” His voice was so deep in your ear. 

“Yes, yes.” You moaned. You couldn’t think of anything else to say. The speech had left your mind entirely, and all you could focus on was how good your husband made you feel. 

You heard the screech of the curtain being pulled back, and then Daryl grabbed you by the jaw and turned your head. 

“I know how much ya like watchin’ me fuck ya.”

“Jesus Christ,” You groaned as you watched him fuck you from the mirror. It was too much. Everything was too much, and your release hit you so hard that he had to keep you steady. Through it all, you couldn’t stop watching from the mirror. You could see him perfectly as he fucked you from behind you. 

“Honey…” You moaned and reached up to press your hand on the back of his neck. 

“‘M right here, darlin’. Ya doin' so good, honey.”

Daryl fucked you so hard that you finished another time before he did, and afterward, your legs were so wobbly that you needed to sit on the ledge as you calmed down. Daryl cupped your face gently and kissed you before he turned the water off. 

“Aren’t you going to shower?” You asked. 

“Nah, cleaned myself up when I got back earlier.”

You snorted. “You just came in here to fuck me.” You watched his backside as he got out of the shower and wrapped a towel around his waist. 

“Ain’ seem like ya had much of a problem with it.” He helped you stand up and then handed you a second towel. 

“No, I guess I did not.”

***

Later, after Daryl made sure you ate until you couldn’t, you walked with him around Alexandria to inspect everything that was being done to fight the incoming horde. The community must’ve been working tirelessly all day, and you felt silly for running the ten miles it took to get here. But you got here before the horde, and that was worth it. 

You and Daryl made an agreement not to leave each other’s side, no matter what happened. And if one of you went down, you’d get Josie, Judith, and RJ, and get out. No matter what. No matter who you had to leave behind. You felt uneasy about it but it was the only thing you could do. Neither of you could protect everyone. 

So you and Daryl loaded your weapons together, your arrows in a new quiver and Daryl promised to fix your other one after this was all over. It made your heart flutter, even as you grew nervous about the impending horde. 

Carol avoided you and you knew she was guilty over what happened. You decided with tonight being unknown, you didn’t want to let this sit with the two of you. So you told her that you didn’t hate her, and that she had made a mistake. But she needed to pull it together to get through tonight. 

By nightfall, everything was set up. Aaron was leading practice drills outside the walls near the makeshift fence. You were standing aside Yumiko and the other archers. Carol was next to you. In front of you were Eugene and Rosita, who you nodded at both. It was quiet as you all waited. The anticipation alone was enough to make you sweat. 

Your bow was heavy in your hands, and you had shoved in as many arrows as you could. You’d wiped it clean early and the blades reflected the moonlight. It would be one hell of a weapon to go down fighting with. 

Daryl, who had been grabbing a last minute weapon, walked past you and grabbed your arm for a moment, silenting telling you to follow him. You did so, standing in front of the line. 

“Anythin’ happens to me,” He whispered to you. 

“I get the kids and get out. And you do the same.” 

He nodded and let the flail swing between the two of you. 

In the distance you saw movement. You steadied your breathing and squared your footing. This was it. Probably the biggest fight of your life. The Governor, Terminus, the Wolves, even the Saviors. None of it compared to this. To the walking dead that had always been the greatest enemy. 

“We don’t leave each other’s side. Promise me.” You said. 

Daryl looked at you with an intensity that he never had before, and you could see he was scared, which scared you. “I promise ya, darlin’.” 

You swallowed the lump in your throat as Aaron started yelling out formation ranking, the same you worked on in Oceanside forever ago. The spark from the hot wire went up as walkers pressed into it, and you prayed it would hold. 

But it didn’t, and the wire and the posts fell, and the dead pressed on. Aaron was yelling out commands and you followed Daryl closer to the makeshift fence. You gripped the bow tight as walkers hit the fence, and you and Daryl attacked it together. 

Your blade found a home in each walker’s skull, blood and brain matter spraying you in the face with each pull. Arms and hands of rotten flesh reached for you, and you brought down every one that did. 

But when you heard someone screaming about the fence not holding you cursed loudly and hit another walker as hard as you could. Just then, something rained down on you. Your hands were coated in something stinky, and you brought it to your nose to smell. 

“It smells like… like pine!” You yelled to Daryl. More of it rained down and your hair was soaked with sweat and whatever the liquid was. 

Before you could figure out what it was, fire lit up the fence about five yards from you and you backed away from the blast, bringing Daryl with you. 

“It’s like gasoline!” Jerry yelled. 

Your eyes widened and you pulled Daryl back even further from it. 

“Get ready to fall back!”

You looked at the chaos around you and then looked at Daryl. You shook your head, and he understood exactly what you were saying. You were all, incredibly, deeply, fucked. 

“Back inside,” Daryl yelled as he grabbed your arm to pull you. “Come on!”

Everyone retreated at once, and you didn’t hesitate to follow Daryl. Especially when you heard the fence break, and walkers streamed in. 

Explosions of fire hit the ground in front of you and you skidded to a stop. You collided right into Daryl, who grabbed you to steady him. 

“No,” You whispered to yourself, watching the walls of Hilltop go up in flames.”We gotta get inside! Come on, before it spreads!” You yelled. 

You ran toward the gate, leading everyone. They slowly pulled open and you covered your mouth as you ran through the smoke. Arrows of fire still rained down from above you, and everything inside the community was starting to go up in flames. 

“We gotta jam ‘em up!” Daryl yelled. 

“Keep the shields up,” You continued his thought. “Block the entrance. We need to pile them so they can’t keep coming in.”

You took a few steps back as walkers flooded in behind you all, and you looked back at the house where your daughter was. It was okay for now, and you had to make sure it stayed that way. So you turned back toward the impending walkers, twisted the weapon in your hand, and fought back. 

Each walker that crossed your path met the end of your blade. You spun and dodged, ducked and kicked. You pulled arrow after arrow when you could, and swiped the blades until you were soaked in blood. You left a pile of bodies in your wake.

Everything was on fire and in chaos. You could hear the screaming of your friends, of people being pulled apart. You could hear the contact of your blade pierce body after body, taking down walker and whisperer alike. 

Aaron was calling out orders as bodies started piling up. The plan was working. Less and less walkers were getting through. 

A sudden explosion sounded behind you and you looked toward the house. “No!” You screamed, watching flames engulf it. You didn’t think before you took off toward the house, you thought only of your children. A strong arm wrapped around your waist and pulled you before you could run into the burning building. You turned around to see Daryl. “Ezekiel got the kids out! They’re headed toward the rendezvous.”

“Josie… I can’t…” You struggled to say over the smoke.

Daryl pointed across the way and you saw him and Earl running with the kids behind him, and you could see Josie with them. 

“Ya wanna go with ‘em?” He asked. 

You hesitated and looked at Daryl. You knew if you said the words that he would leave with you. He would abandon Hilltop and run with you. But then you looked around at the overwhelmingness of death and destruction. 

Your friends were bleeding out on the ground, being consumed. A place that you loved, a place you considered a second home, was burning to the ground. And it was all because of Alpha. 

A burst of flames sounded from your right and you looked over to see one of the walls collapse. You stared at it in horror and stumbled backward. 

You weren’t supposed to be here. You weren’t supposed to be in this life. This warzone. Where you could hear your friends fighting for your lives. Where your loved ones were lying down their lives to give the community a chance, to keep it standing. 

Aaron was fighting like hell and his daughter was here, too. 

“Daryl… I…” You didn’t know what to say. 

“Ya say the word and we go,” He told you. 

The words formed on your lips. Get me out of here. Let’s get our kids and go far, far away from here. But then you heard a blood curdling scream and it went straight through your bones. 

“Rosita!” You screamed, your feet moving instantly as you ran toward your friend. A walker was laying on top of her as she struggled against it, and you aimed your shot as you ran, swinging the blade up and slicing the head in two. 

“Are you bit?” You asked as you helped her up. 

She shook her head. “The walls are down. We need to go help.” 

And there was your answer. 

You, Daryl, and Rosita raced toward the broken wall. Walkers were already flooding in. They were everywhere. Scattered in the chaos. But you selected your target and brought it down each time. 

But they were flooding in by the dozen, and the fighting line kept getting pushed further and further back. There were now hundreds at the broken walls, and you heard more and more explosions along the walls. 

“Daryl!” You screamed over the chaos. He was by your side in a second and you grabbed Rosita’s arm before she could keep fighting. “We need to run.”

You fought as you evacuated the community, collecting any and everyone you could as you did. Tears burned your eyes as you fought through one of the broken walls, clearing a way out. You weren’t sure how long it took. It could’ve been hours, days, years. Your muscles ached. You were slick with sweat and a good amount of walker blood. 

But your party managed to break away. The walkers were more scarce, as the fire drew most of them in. You tried not to think of who was left behind. You prayed everyone made it out safely. You didn’t see Carol, or Eugene. You had no idea where Aaron was. And you didn’t see Yumiko or Kelly anywhere. 

Daryl’s leg wound was getting worse as you all fled, and you eventually had to help him walk. You couldn’t imagine the pain he was in after the stab wound he received fighting Alpha, and then the fight he put up here. 

In the dead of night, your group managed to put a good distance between yourselves and the horde. You’d have to take the long way around to the rendezvous point because of how you left the community and kept getting pushed further and further out. But you were on your way by daybreak. 

You kept thinking about your kids. About Josie, Judith, and RJ. You thought about the conversation you had with Daryl while preparing for the fight, and learning why and how Michonne was gone. In a single conversation, you and Daryl were now the parents of three children. You had three babies that were cut away from you. Each step closer made it harder and harder to breathe. 

As soon as you saw the houses that Daryl told you they’d be in, you left Rosita to help Daryl and took off. You had your bow with an arrow nocked and you were ready for anything. But you couldn’t stop yourself from kicking down the door. 

You didn’t have time to scream when a walker reached for you. You let the arrow fly and it’s body fell to the ground with a thud. 

“No, no,” You started to panic as you searched the house.

But the house was empty. 

“They aren’t here,” You fell into Daryl’s arms as you cried. “Where are they? My baby…” Your body was a wreck of sobs and your knees went so weak you fell to the ground. “My babies… Josie… RJ… Judith.” You sobbed. 

A slim arm wrapped around your shoulders and Rosita embraced you tightly. You could hear Daryl's angry reaction as he slammed things around inside the house but you couldn’t focus on anything except the fact that your children were missing. 

“Where are they?” You sobbed to Rosita, who was trying her hardest to soothe you.

“We’ll find them. We’ll find them, babe.” She rocked you back and forth. You could feel the anger radiating off of her. You could also hear Nabila going through the same emotions as you, and Jerry trying to calm her down. 

Your hands fisted in the dirt below and you felt like screaming. You could feel it bubbling up in you, only to be released in choking sobs. What if they didn’t get out? What if they were gone? Josie was only four months…

“Oh God,” You sobbed, holding tightly onto Rosita. 

Then Daryl was kneeling in front of you and he cupped your cheeks. You could see the panic on his face, the anger and desperation. He was on the verge of crying but you knew it was anger holding back the tears. “‘Mma find ‘em, okay? Ya hear me. ‘Mma got get ‘em and bring ‘em.”

You couldn’t form words. You couldn’t say anything as you nodded, and then he and Jerry were gone. Rosita stayed with you on the ground, soothing you by rocking you back and forth, and telling you that everything was going to be okay. But the truth was, she’d never seen you break like this. And it scared her.

***

You had a vague idea of your group setting up camp at the rendezvous point. You were sure you heard Dianne setting up a perimeter and someone talking about the food that had been left in preparation. But you couldn’t focus on anything. 

You stayed on the ground, with tear soaked cheeks, and Rosita to sit with you. She didn’t say a word as you both sat and waited. But she held your hand and when you started crying again and again, she held you. 

The waiting was torture. You would revisit being tortured by Alpha and Beta again and again if it meant you didn’t have to live through this. You’d gladly do it if you knew your children were safe. You’d do anything to see them again.

“(Y/N),” Rosita’s soft voice broke the silence and you raised your eyes from the dirt. 

In the distance, you saw them. You saw Daryl, Ezekiel, and Jerry, with the children. You cried with relief as you moved for the first time, running as fast as you could. 

RJ was running toward you, screaming your name. He jumped into your arms as soon as you reached him, but you didn’t stop walking. You cried as he wrapped his arms around you and you carried him, kissing his teary cheek, until Judith collided with you, hugging you tightly. You used your other hand to wrap around her shoulders and you leaned down to kiss the top of her head. 

And then Daryl was there with Josie in his arms. And another sob hit your body as you stared down at your daughter’s face. You gave RJ another kiss before you set him down and then Josie was in your arms, shrieking in her way that she only did when she saw you. 

Judith was still clinging to your hips and you had one arm around her as you kissed Josie’s face over and over again. 

“Thank you,” You said to Daryl, who was looking down at you with shiny eyes.

Your husband grabbed RJ and lifted him onto his shoulders. You cried harder at the sight of them and then you knelt down, still holding Josie tight, and looked at Judith. 

“Are you okay, sweetheart?” You asked her.

She nodded, but you could tell something was wrong. You cupped her cheek for a long moment before you pulled her into a hug. “You did so good. You kept them safe. I know you did. I’m so proud of you, my love.” You whispered in her ear. 

Judith hugged you back tightly and when she stepped away you noticed she was wearing the cloth you used as a sling for Judith. “Did you take that from my room?” You laughed through your tears. 

“I had it in my bag. I wanted to give it to you when I found you.”

Your face softened and you hugged her again. “My sweet girl.” You said to her before you stood up. 

Daryl was staring down at you with a smile on his face, and you could see the look of love radiating off of him. You felt like crying all over again as you stepped closer to hug him. You pulled Judith into it as well, and laughed loudly when she made a face. But you didn’t care. Your family was here in one place, and they were safe. 

[k-koriikorner]

DAY 2 - PRAISE

kinktober 2023. - masterlist |

warnings. - gn! reader,, dom-ish!sanji,, french dialogue, reader speaks some french but has no distinguished race,, also some what short

♠︎sanji vinsmoke...

These things were simple, normal nights turned in the nights of pure passion between you and Sanji. You never cease to be amazed at how good he was at these things, despite the well known fact of him being a womanizer. All that stopped though, once he was able to have your warm body against his very own, without the fear of you pushing him away.

A series of events and an intricate collection landed you in the position you're in now. Beneath Sanji, taking every he gives you, as he pushes his pulsing, erect member into the farthest reaches of your canal. ,, hnn, you feel 's good-HAH, right ther' Sanji pleas',,

His length reached into the depths of your canal, dragging deliciously in and you of your tight entrance. The tight pull of your trench sending him nearly toppling towards you, the friction enough to send him into a frenzy. He prided himself at being a gentleman though, and opted at keeping a steady pace unless you so wished him to fasten his pace and increase your overall pleasure.

Sanji laid above you, his lanky but equally strong arms holding him up, his sky blue eyes locking onto your ethereal body beneath him. He loved having you in this position, having you babbling below him, is endearing pillow princex. Your hair, how ever long or short it was and any head covering beginning removed, lay in a halo beneath you, shifting at every thrust he made with his slick hips, covered with the evidence of your and his enjoyment.

A squelching sound began to pick up in volume from beneath your two bodies and so did your whines. The sweet sounds you were making fueled Sanji to speed up his pace, the angle of his member pushed into your gummy walls, the faint rocking on the ship pushing his hips just a little deep.

You reached a warm hand towards Sanji's cheek, he turned his head to the side to catch the hand in a kiss. ,, Mi... amor, lo estás haciendo tan bien,... tan lleno... te llenas tan bien!,, (my love, you're doing so well...so full...you fill me up so good!)

Sanji's member twitched inside of you at the realization of you speaking in his mother's tongue, and once again at the sound of your praise. Yes, Sanji has been praised and complimented for many things, mainly his cooking- but the sound of you praising him during your most intimate moments felt like a angelic hymn from your plump lips. No amount of mermaid melodies could match the enticing chime of your voice, shivers of ecstasy trailed through his abs to his member buried inside of you. A desperate whine leaving his pink lips as he gazed down at you, sky blue pearls locking onto your half lidded ones.

,,encore une fois, ma douce, dis-le encore...s'il te plaît,, (once again my sweet, say it again...please) The increase in his pace did not go unnoticed as you cried out his name at the delicious pace. The feeling of his hips rubbing against your sensitive hips, sending you into overdrive. ,,You're always so good to me- hnm...tu es si grand,, (you're so big)

Bending down to the shell of your ear, warm breath with the scent of faint cigarette smoke and bay leaves fanned the right side of your face. His pace rapidly increased, thrusting a mile a minute, your body begins to rock with every thrust. Subconsciously pulling away from his warmth, his ever encroaching thrusts- but the drag of his cock felt too enticing, the feel of his warm slightly calloused hands on either side of your waist grounded you. ,,encore une fois mon cœur... s'il te plaît, dis-le encore!,, (once again my heart, please say it again)

,,Sanj-Sanji!, tu te sens si bien, trop bien..., close 'm...so close,, (you feel so good, too good)

,,One more time mon amour, je promets que je te comblerai, je promets,, (my love, I promise I will satisfy you, I promise) Your hips began to move in sync with every jolt of his hips, stuttering at times when it became too much. Sanji lowered his face towards you heated neck, your heartbeat practically jumping from your supple skin. For a moment his last request slipped for your mind, the thoughts of you mind seemed to drift away as your lower body began to feel a hot, heavy pressure building up. A hand crept up the valleys of his back towards the nape of his neck, before finally resting, in his golden locks. Before giving them a harsh tug, drawing a pornographic moan from his glazed lips.

,, Sanji I love you, Je t'aime tellement... I... Je ne peux plus tenir,, (I love you so much...I...I can't hold on anymore)

,, Je..Je t'aime aussi ma douce- Hah!,, (I... I love you too my sweet) His voice gave out by the end of his sentence as he left you constricting around him, his member pulsed once more before white sticky ropes began shooting into your canal. You tightened your hold on Sanji as she pumped you a few times, riding out both of your highs.

Sanji gazed down at your spent body, that same otherworldly he loved to see after a night under the sheets, reflecting from your skin. He kneeled down to place a kiss to your forehead before slowly pulling out, softly shushing you at the sound of your soft whine.

Sanji walked to the built in bathroom and drew a bath for the both of you. Returning to retrieve you he blushed at the sight of your and his arousal leaving your previously occupied hole. He slowly walked towards you, gently lifting you up before beginning his routine of after care but not before you greeted his left cheek with a kiss.

[thepremedthatwrites]

Handle Yourself

Hey! Could you do a a fic about riding Edmund's thigh while he's studying??? Or A nsfw Alphabet for Edmund please? Thank you so much!

warning: smut below the cut

I let out a huff as the book fell from my hands and onto the bed. My eyes had started to hurt as I strained to read the small text and I felt the need to take a break. Edmund turned from his seat at the desk, a smirk on his face. “Need a break already, love?”

“And what if I do?” I asked, rolling onto my back and stretching my body. “I’ve already been reading for a good fifteen minutes, which is a lot for such a boring book.” He let out a chuckle as he turned back around, already starting to refocus on his own work. I stared at the book sitting next to me in disgust, not wanting to even think about picking it up again. Instead, I turned to look at Edmund who seemed to be deep in thought as he read from his chemistry textbook. I’d always admired his work ethic and how he was able to continue studying for long periods of time, no matter how tedious the subject may be.

His back muscles were tense as he hunched over the desk, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration. He rested his head in one hand, the other assigned to flip the pages of the textbook. I admired how his biceps flexed slightly underneath his t shirt, making the fabric wrap tightly around his skin. His lips were slightly apart as he read. I wanted to kiss them so badly but I knew he was too focused to do anything. 

But what if I were to convince him otherwise? I wondered what it would take to break the spell of concentration Edmund was under. I imagined running my hands through his dark hair, letting my breath tickle his neck. Would that do the trick? Or would he need more stimulus? I doubted it. I knew just a look could send him into a frenzy if I tried hard enough. I walked over to him, resting my hands on his shoulders. I slowly started to move my hands, working his tense muscles. He let out a soft hum at this. I felt him started to relax. I leaned down so that my mouth was next to his ear. “Why don’t you take a break?” I suggested in a low voice. His took a deep breath before turning to me. 

“You know I need to do well on this exam, (y/n),” he said.

“I know, but you also can’t tire yourself out.” I gave him a soft kiss on his neck, right behind the ear, and I felt him let out a shudder. 

“You’re only saying that because you want something. Isn’t that right, love?” I let out a soft chuckle.

“Perhaps. But I have a feeling you want it as well.” He let out a strangled moan as I planted another kiss, this time near his jawline. I allowed my hand to rest on his thigh as I leaned over his shoulder to look at his textbook. “You can’t possibly be able to read this for such an extended amount of time.” Edmund placed his hand on top of mine, his thumb slowly rubbing circles on my hand. 

“Look, I really need to at least finish this chapter. Why don’t you be a good girl and handle yourself until I can help.” I let out a dissatisfied noise before climbing into his lap. Edmund let out a chuckle as his hands grabbed onto my waist. “And what exactly are you doing?”

“I need your touch,” I whispered, already starting to grind onto his crotch where I could feel something start to grow. 

“(Y/n),” he said in a half-moan. “I need to be able to focus. Could you please move? Just a bit.” I relented so that I was now straddling his right thigh instead of his lap. I let out a soft gasp at the friction as I moved. “That’s a good girl,” Edmund said in a low voice, giving me a soft kiss on my neck.

I started to move my hips, feeling the wetness between my thighs grow as I moved. I let soft moan escape my mouth, making sure they stayed quiet enough that they wouldn’t distract Edmund who continued to read his textbook. One of his hands rested on my waist, offering me some support, while his other hand remained designated to flip the pages. I started to move faster as the pleasure grew. Edmund had started to chew on his lip and although he seemed to be concentrated on the page his was reading, his face had started to turn a light pink. My moans had started to become slightly louder and my voice jumped an octave when he lifted his thigh, adding more pressure. A smirk grew on his face as he did this and I had to bury my face into his neck. 

I savored his scent as I continued to grind on him. My moans had turned to desperate pants as I chased my high. It came to me in a wave, crashing over me and leaving me gasping for air. Edmund let out a low moan, his grip on my waist tightening as my body convulsed with pleasure. After a moment, I started to calm down and sat up right on his thigh. He didn’t wait to kiss me. It was rough and bruising and as he continued to kiss me, he lifted me up. I felt my back hit the soft material of our bed as he started to move his kisses from my lips to my neck. I barely had time to catch my breath.

“Damn you,” he said into my ear, his hands running up and down my body. “Now, after I fuck you, I’m going to have to reread my chapter.” 

[rafesgoldrings]

ugh rafe and trophy wife deciding to take a nice shower together. It starts off lovey Dover and then turns real steamy and he even uses the shower head to “help”. I also am becoming alittle too obsessed with trophy wife x rafe

I’m also obsessed and don’t think i’m ever going to get enough of trophy wife reader😩 hoping I did this justice🤞🏼

“Come one baby, let me help you relax” was what started it. You really had meant it innocently, Rafe was working so hard lately and while you had been too, you weren’t in charge of everything and everyone that worked at the company. You wanted to give him some much deserved attention. You’d washed his hair, washed his body and placed small kisses to his back. Holding his face in your hands and stroking his cheek with your thumb while telling him you were so proud of him. Whispering how much you loved him and you kissed his lips gently. But then he insisted that it was your turn and who were you to deny it? You loved Rafe touching you and it brought him so much joy to make you feel as good as you make him. But you should have known better, as soon as his large calloused hands began touching you it was no longer an innocent shower together. He groped your tits, your ass, anything he could before sliding his fingers to your clit. It was an agonizing pace, the pinching and pulling he was doing making you increasingly more frustrated as water continued falling onto your body. “Rafe, please do something” you’d whine, his cheek pressing against your shoulder blades before moving to mark up your neck. One of his hands would reach for the detachable shower head before he slowly moved it down your body and kept it right against your clit. The water pressure sending your brain into a frenzied state as pleasure quickly took over. Your eyes rolled back as your knees gave out, Rafe would have to wrap his free hand around your waist to keep you standing. His cock was erect against your ass, hips pushing back into him desperate for more. He would never deny you pleasure so he’d slide inside you, wasting no time and harshly thrusting into you. Listening as you cried out, head thrown back again his shoulder and arms gripping his with your nails. Your wedding ring still managing to sparkle brightly in the dim light of the bathroom serving as a reminder that you were all his and encouraging him to absolutely destroy you. He’d tell you to place your hands against the shower tile, lifting one of your legs up when you did so, before fucking into you at a deeper angle. The tip of his cock hitting the spongey inside your cunt over and over again and pressure from the shower head against your clit, sending shockwaves through the both of you as you each inched closer and closer to your orgasm. You’d both needed it as bad as the other, desperate pleas and cries filling up the steamed room. Skin slapping together, hips stuttering as the thrusts became sloppy, cunt clenching around him keeping him sucked in, a sinful harmony of moans falling from you both as he emptied his seed into you. Watching as it dripped out of you and mixed with the water from the shower head that he’d moved away from your clit, taking your bath sponge and lathering up your body wash so he could clean you up. It was soft and gentle, a very large contrast from what just occurred. He’d rinse you off and hang up the shower before turning the water off and helping you step out, drying you off before wrapping the towel low around his hips and allowing you to get dressed and head to bed. His cock hardening again at the sight of your perked up nipples straining against his shirt that you’d put on, cunt still bare as you walked out and got into your bed. You were going to be the death of him one of these days

[of-house-atreides]

He Said, She Said | Part 3

Summary: Steven meets Marc and all three of you have to learn to co-exist

Pairing: Steven x reader (x Marc)

Words: 3715

A/N: Please, note that I am French so there might be some mistakes here and there.

This doesn't really follow the plot of the series, don't read this with the episodes in mind.

I know I said I'd only write three parts BUT I might write more? Only if inspiration hits again.

Please do let me know if you liked it!

Warnings: smut, first time, loss of virginity, mentions of blood 18+ minors DNI

Masterlist

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 4 | Part 5

Day 1

Sitting cross-legged on Steven’s bed, you watched him as he paced back and forth before you. The more you talked, the more panicked he became. His confusion turned into horror as you mentioned Marc and the entire conversation you had with him. Of course you didn’t mention the blood or even less the murder, but the whole “the American man living in your head is actually real” thing was scary enough to send him into a frenzy. You had hoped Marc would have been present, but you wondered if hearing his voice would only make things worse for Steven.

“No, no, no, no…”

He ran a hand over his face as he shook his head, his mind was crowded with questions, but the biggest one remained the same: was he insane?

“You’re not crazy, Steven.”

Steven shouted, startling you, making you jump.

“Calm down. We can talk.”

“Wha- who…”

“Steven,” you called softly as he started talking to himself. He spun towards you and you could see the fear on his face, his eyes asking for help.

You quickly got off the bed and made your way to him, taking his hand in yours as you placed the other on his cheek.

“Listen to her. We can talk.”

“What is it?”

“It’s… Marc?” he frowned, unsure of what was happening. “He wants to talk.”

“Good, that’s good,” you said with a sigh of relief. “He can explain everything.”

You moved your thumb over his cheek as he closed his eyes and nodded, trying to convince himself that you were right, that the voice in his head was right, that everything was okay, and normal, and not crazy. That he was not crazy. He leaned into your touch, leaned into you, as he rested his forehead against yours. You felt his shaky breath on your skin and took his face between your hands, stroking his cheeks with your thumb.

“Are you… are you staying?” he asked in a murmur.

“Of course, I’m not going anywhere.”

“No, I mean… don’t… don’t leave. Don’t leave me,” he said, falling to his knees. You followed him on his way down, your knees connecting with his on the hardwood floor. “I don’t… I’m sorry…”

“Oh, Steven. What are you sorry about?” you said as you slid your hands in his curls, pressing your lips against the corner of his mouth. “We’re going to do this together, okay?”

“Yeah?”

You gave him a reassuring smile. “Yeah.”

You brushed your nose against his before kissing his lips. You could feel his anxiety and insecurity as his hands held your waist both hesitantly but also possessively, as if he was afraid to let you go. You deepened the kiss, pulling him to you as your tongue met his. You felt his timidity as he kissed you back, but you also felt his fear disappear. His fear of Marc, his fear of losing you.

You moaned as he slipped his tongue into your mouth, taking you by surprise. He moved his hands on your hips, bringing you to his chest, as he devoured your lips with a confidence that was unusual for him. He glid his hands down behind your thighs and you gasped as he lifted you off the floor. You instinctively wrapped your arms around his neck as he carried you to the bed. Your back met with the mattress, but as you tried to sit up, he pressed his hand against your clavicle, pinning you to the bed, and started nibbling at your neck.

“Steven?” you called in confusion as you tried to push yourself away from him so you could see his face.

He responded to the sound of his name, moving back, but just slightly enough that you could still feel his breath on your skin. He smirked down at you as he raised an eyebrow. Your eyes met his. You grimaced.

“Marc!” you huffed as you punched his shoulder, making him chuckle. “Where’s Steven?”

“He’s here. He’s mad.”

“I’m mad!” you said as you pushed him away and sat up, he sat by your side with an annoying smile.

“He got scared, gave me an opening.”

“I don’t care, I want Steven back!”

“He’s here, he can hear everything you’re saying.”

“Give me my body back! Don’t touch her!”

Marc rolled his eyes. “He’s not happy I kissed you.”

“I’m not happy! Give me Steven back!”

He chuckled. “It’ll be easier to explain everything to him that way.”

“Then come back later! I… I want to tell him something.”

“You can tell him. He’s listening.”

“No. I… I want to tell him something.”

“What?”

“Give Steven back to me,” you ordered and he stared at you with a frown.

“Fine,” he gave up. “Just so you know, I’ll hear everything you’ll tell him.”

“I don’t care. I have to get used to that.”

He shrugged before he moved his eyes to the side, his pupils seeing nothing as he switched in front of you from a smug arrogant confident bastard to your sweetheart boyfriend.

“Oh I didn’t like that,” Steven breathed out. “I didn’t care for that at all.”

He shook his head, trying to settle back into his reality. You took his face between your hands and made him look at you. It took a few seconds for you to find his eyes, but when you did, you found him. It was him. You would recognize his eyes anywhere. You knew Marc had gone. You started planting kisses on his cheeks, his forehead, his nose, to make him feel safe, to make him feel home, in his own body.

“Wha- what was it you wanted to tell me?”

“Are you okay?”

“Not – not really…”

“It’s going to be okay. We’ll do this together.”

“Together… with Marc…”

“Well, yes. You’re… and he’s… you’re a package deal, it seems,” you tried to lighten the mood with a joke.

“I’m sorry, I know that’s not what you signed up for…”

“What did I sign up for?”

“Not… that.”

“Steven,” you said and your eyes met his as he put his hands overs yours as you stroked his cheeks with your thumbs. “I love you.”

You watched as his eyes grew big, first with confusion, then in disbelief, and finally with realization.

“I love you, and I’m not going anywhere. We’re going to do this together. All three of us.”

Steven smiled as tears appeared in his tired eyes.

“You love me?” he asked with a trembling voice as a tear fell down his cheek. As if you couldn’t possibly. As if he wasn’t worthy.

“Yes,” you said as you wiped the tear away.

“I love you too.”

You grinned as you leaned towards him, resting your forehead against his.

“We can do this,” you assured him and he nodded.

“All three of us.”

Day 7

It doesn’t stop being weird. But you can’t say you don’t like it. You just wished Steven would stop being so afraid of Marc. So afraid of himself. And you wished Marc would stop being such a smartass.

You were talking about his work as you were doing the dishes, forming a plan to help Steven finally become a tour guide at the museum as he cleaned the kitchen counter behind you, when he fell silent suddenly. At first, you just thought he was trying to find the holes in the plan, as he had been very pessimistic in the past few days, and couldn’t stop shutting down all your ideas, and even his own. But as you waited for his defeatist words, two hands found your waist, and his lips found your neck. You rolled your eyes.

“Marc.”

You felt him smile against your skin.

“Aren’t you tired of having Steven yell at you?”

“It’s worth it,” he said before he pressed a kiss on your cheek.

You shoved him away as you turned towards him.

“Is he around?”

He looked behind you, at his reflection in the kitchen tiles, then smirked.

“Yeah, he’s here.”

“Why are you here?”

“Aren’t you happy to see me?” he raised an eyebrow playfully before he took a dishcloth and started drying the dishes.

“I was talking to Steven. Why is it you always show up at the worst time?”

“This is the worst time?” he chuckled. “And it’s not exactly something I can control, you know.”

“Really?” you asked, suspicious, as you dried your hand on a cloth and leaned back against the kitchen counter, crossed your arms against your chest and watched him finish the dishes. “Cause you seem to control it just fine.”

“Just because I control it better than Steven doesn’t mean I’m in complete control.”

“It’s exactly what it looks like.”

“You’re right,” he turned to give you a smile you found incredibly annoying, “I was just dying to do the dishes.”

You scoffed.

“So… if Steven is here…”

“Yeah?”

“It means you’re not… busy tonight?”

He froze.

“What does she mean by that?”

“I don’t have any plans for tonight.”

“So I won’t see Steven until at least tomorrow morning then?” you sighed.

“Why? Did you have plans?”

“Yes, Marc. I was planning on spending the night with my boyfriend.”

“You heard her. Piss off.”

“You’ll just have to spend the night with me instead,” he said as he stepped towards you. “Would that be so bad?”

You frowned as he leaned over and brushed his nose against your cheek, and his hands found your waist once more.

“Don’t touch her! She’s mine!”

You heard Marc chuckle.

“What’s so funny?”

“Steven is claiming you.”

“Why are you even here? Why can’t you just leave us alone when we’re together?”

“You’re always together,” he reminded you. “And don’t worry. I won’t be here forever.”

“What do you mean?”

“I just have something to finish. Then I’ll leave Steven alone, I promise.”

“What do you mean?”

“Don’t worry about it,” he said as he tucked a lock of hair behind your ear. “I promise it’ll be okay.”

“But… you know, I didn’t mean to…”

“I know,” he smiled.

“You have a right to be here, of course, I just…”

“Don’t worry about it,” he cut you off, and stroked your cheek with his thumb, “I’ll go. Not sure what brought me here in the first place…”

You stared back into his eyes and thought he looked more tired than usual. You put your hand over his.

“Wait…”

“It’s okay. I’ll come back another time.”

You were about to protest but you could see he was already gone. You squeezed his hand as you readied yourself to welcome Steven back. You could always see the confusion on his face as he took control back of the body. He seemed in pain.

“Baby…” you whispered as he was still struggling to grasp his reality. “You’re okay.”

He leaned over and buried his face in your neck and you started stroking his hair.

“I don’t like it,” he whispered. “I don’t like it.”

“I know, love. It’s okay.”

“I don’t like it when he touches you.”

You placed a kiss on his temple before you took his face in your hands and made him look at you.

“Don’t worry about that. It’ll always be you, okay?”

“And him…”

You sighed.

“Come.”

You slid your hand in his and stepped out of the kitchen. He gave you a confused look as you led him to his bed, where you made him sit down on the edge of the mattress. He looked up at you as you moved to straddle his lap. Your fingers found his curls as you softly pushed his head back. He let you touch him. You knew he’d let you do anything. He looked at you like you were everything, like there was nothing else around him, like he was just floating in darkness, and you were there, a lighthouse drawing him away from it.

“Is he here?”

“Who? Marc? I don’t think so, can’t hear him.”

“Good.”

Your lips crashed against his, taking him by surprise, as always. It always took him a moment to find the courage to kiss you back, to put his hands on you, to touch you, like he was afraid he’d do it wrong and run you away.

“Steven,” you whispered as you took his hands and settled them on your waist. “We’ve been wanting to do this for a while now.”

“Ye-yeah.”

You leaned back and reached for the nightstand. You struggled to open the drawer but managed to take out the condom that had been resting there ever since that first night.

“Are you sure?” he asked.

“I was sure a month ago.”

“I just…”

“What?”

“I don’t want to disappoint you,” he chuckled with embarrassment.

“Oh, Steven,” you breathed before you kissed his lips, cupping his cheek with your hand. “With you, it’ll be perfect.”

Your words seemed to embolden him as, after a moment of looking at you in bewilderment, his hands found your hair and he pulled your face to his, capturing your mouth with his. His hands moved sloppily in your hair, on your face, down to your hips, but it didn’t matter, you only felt him, and his touch burned you, but you never wanted him to let you go.

It happened naturally, you didn’t even feel nervous, you were convinced you’d feel nervous. But you moved together, like a dance, and although Steven would not make the best dancer, he didn’t step on your toes. He moved back on the mattress, laid down on the side, carrying you with him, he didn’t want to be on top of you, it didn’t feel right, and although you would have loved to have him there, this felt right too. You kissed him, and he kissed you, and he looked back into your eyes as you searched for him, finding the same love in them as he found in yours. You removed your shirt as he did, removed your pants as he did. And suddenly there you were, lying in his bed, in his arms, just you, as you were, with no clothes between you, nothing in the way. You both laughed, your excitement mixing with a bit of embarrassment, and maybe, perhaps, just a little bit of nervousness, as he tried to open the condom and put it to use. You helped him, finding your confidence as you touched him, perhaps giving him the same confidence as he touched you.

“Let me,” he murmured to you as his fingers, which might have been trembling slightly, found your middle. “Please?”

“Yes, Steven,” you smiled.

“Tell me if… I’m doing it wrong.”

“I wouldn’t know,” you chuckled.

“Well, tell me if I’m hurting you.”

“You’re doing it wrong.”

“Ha!” Steven shouted, startling you.

“Wh-what?”

“Marc is here,” he whined.

The information seemed to strike you as you felt your cheeks redden.

“Let me do it.”

“Steven, I… please don’t go,” you begged, clinging to him, although you knew he couldn’t control it. “Steven, don’t go.”

“I’m here, I’m not going. I’m not going without a fight.”

“Relax. I’m not taking your place. Just do as I say.”

His fingers started moving on you, but you knew it wasn’t Steven, because those fingers knew exactly what they were doing. You gasped, then moaned as you bit your lip.

“See? She likes it.”

Steven wished Marc would just shut up and go but he had to admit, although he would never, that he could use his help.

“Kiss her.”

“Steven…”

He kissed his name off your lips, pushing you onto your back. And although you could tell it was him kissing you, you knew Marc was telling him how and where, because Steven had never nibbled at your neck like he was now. Steven had never allowed his lips to wander down your chest, never dared bring his hand anywhere near your breasts.

“Is that… is that okay?”

“Yes, Steven,” you breathed out.

He closed his mouth on your nipple, making you moan, his thumb was still rubbing against your clit, bringing you a pleasure that made you eager for more. You fisted your hand in his curls as desire started to burn in your belly.

“Steven…”

“She wants more.”

He came back up to capture you lips once more as he slowly slid a finger inside you. You groaned as you brought your hands onto his face, pulling him to you as if he wasn’t close enough, as if he could kiss you any deeper. You cried out as Steven, or Marc, you didn’t know, you weren’t sure anymore, as they added a second finger and you unintentionally moved against his hand, asking for more.

“She’s ready.”

“It’s not for you to decide,” you heard Steven mumble.

“Wha-what?”

“Are you… okay? To go on, I mean?”

“Yeah, yes, Steven, please.”

You moved your hands on his shoulders and pushed up against the mattress with your elbows as you shoved your tongue in his mouth. You wrapped your arms around his neck, letting yourself fall back on the bed, bringing him with you. You could feel his uncertainty and his nervousness, and you knew he was fighting with Marc on how to proceed, on what to do. Perhaps he was questioning him, or perhaps he was asking him to go away. But you knew Marc was still there when Steven started moving again, because he wouldn’t have known to glide his hand slowly down your body and behind your right thigh, spreading your legs just enough for him to settle between them. With his other hand, he brushed your hair away from your face, so you’d be more comfortable, so he could see your eyes.

“Are you ready?” he whispered, and you smiled and nodded. “Tell me if… it hurts, yeah?”

“You can’t hurt me, Steven,” you said as you moved the curl from his forehead, it fell back into place in a matter of seconds.

“It will hurt at first, but we’ll make her feel good soon enough.”

“Right,” Steven nodded.

“What is Marc saying?”

“Oh, uh, it’s going to hurt, just a little, then it won’t hurt anymore. I promise.”

You smiled. “I know.”

“Do you… do you want me to tell Marc to go?”

“I don’t care, as long as you’re here,” you said as you wrapped your legs around him, pulling you to him.

“Eager,” Marc chuckled.

Steven, and of his own volition, leaned to kiss you, because he knew you had been waiting for this moment for a while now, and he didn’t want to make you wait any longer. And as he finally made you his, as he finally took what you were happily offering him, you knew it was just him, you could only feel him, filling you completely, moving with you, kissing your doubts away, whispering in your ear as he rocked his hips into you, shattering your walls, chasing the pain away as he brought you the promised pleasure.

The room filled with your moans and groans, with your breathing and your whispering. Clinging to each other, your fingers dug into the skin of his back as he pressed his lips against yours, pushed his tongue against yours. It was messy and sloppy and you knew Marc was helping a little when his skilled fingers returned to your clit and you let out an embarrassingly loud moan.

“Steven,” you called, your voice but a whisper.

“I’m here, love.”

You took his face between your hands, making him look at you, and you saw a bit of worry in his eyes for a second, the confusion clear on his face, and you chased his doubts away with a smile as you tightened your legs around his back.

“Steven.”

“Yes.”

“Baby,” you moaned, and had no choice but to let go of his face as you disappeared under him, your hands falling on his shoulders without purpose, your body unresponsive as your climax built up. “Don’t stop!” you begged when you felt him slow down, no doubt out of concern. “Please, don’t stop.”

He wouldn’t let you down, he did as you asked, even picked up the pace a bit as he felt his own end coming soon. He watched as you melted under him, begging for more, and he would not disappoint you.

“Lift her up.”

Steven did as Marc asked without a second thought and brought your back up slightly so he could push into you deeper, just at the right place, and it hit you like a thunderbolt, your orgasm exploding from your belly and travelling through your entire body with startling speed. Your climax triggered his own and his forehead fell against yours as his groan mixed with yours and you both fell apart in each other’s arms.

“I love you, Steven,” you said between two breaths.

“I love you too.”

He fell to the side and you followed him, sliding your fingers into his curls, pulling him to you. You shoved your tongue into his mouth with surprising hunger, wrapping your leg around his thigh, entangling yourself with him, as if to make sure nothing could separate you.

“My baby,” you whispered, making him chuckle with embarrassment, the nickname often causing that reaction out of him, maybe that was why you loved it so much.

He brushed his nose against yours before gently biting your lower lip, making you giggle.

“My love.”

You remained together for minutes, maybe hours, who cared, you certainly didn’t. Until Marc reminded Steven, and you, that you needed to use the bathroom and clean up if you wanted to avoid any future uncomfortable issues. You were happy to return to his bed, to him, to them, and you fell asleep in his shirt, or maybe it was Marc’s as you had never seen Steven wear it. You didn’t really care either.

But when you woke up, you woke up to an empty bed and complete darkness, except for the digital clock that exposed the time in big red letters. 3AM. The Devil’s hour. A knot formed in your stomach and only grew bigger as the minutes passed. Only to be replaced by the feeling of complete horror when Marc finally walked through the front door, covered in blood.

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[kpopscruggles]

quaking to get this shit off my chest once again.  

Eric is my manz so y'all know how dis bout too shake. 

requests open.

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We’ll start with scenario number one...I feel like Eric is such a whore for you, like he will show you any kind of love anywhere with no shame about it. You all could be out with friends, and it’ll start with him getting all touchy, hes a guy who is obsessed with your hips and waist, he’s always wrapping an arm around you and kissing your cheek before whispering the foulest shit to you just so he can get you riled up as he is. He always takes the scale from 1 to 1,000! 

“You look so today, is this this whole act for me? Because it’s getting me hard princess” 

“The way I could just push my fingers in that pussy, this dress is too much of an easy access...” 

“Would you mind that baby? Would you mind if I fingered that wet pussy of yours?” 

He’ll start rubbing your thigh with his other hand before giving you a kiss on your shoulder, a grin on his face the whole time as he could tell just by your reaction that your heart is racing. 

“Baby c'mon~ let’s just run away for a little while” 

“I promise il take care of my girl just right...just the way she likes...” 

Once you agree he’s waiting for you in the car outside the place, everyone is too worried about one another, so no one notices. Eric’s taking you in the car because hes gonna go all out so “quickies” don’t exist to him. Seeing you get in the car hes just gonna lay you down in the back seat, lift that dress, and move those panties to the side before eating you out. Moaning at how good your pussy tastes, and if you don't start pulling his hair, he’s gonna stop. That's a requirement.  

Such a wet pussy baby~, did I affect you that much?” 

“Taste so good too” 

“You like my tongue baby? Does it make you feel good? I hope so...” 

He’s gonna start grinding against you, letting your pussy coat the underside of his cock, stat sucking on your neck in the meantime and you'll hear his groans with each rub. He’s also gonna push his tip in just to pull it back out after a shaky sigh leaves him. 

“I’m gonna fuck you so good I promise” 

“Make sure this pussy gets every inch of me.” 

“Gotta t-take care of my pussy, yeah..this is all mine.” 

He’s gonna rub your thighs while pushing his cock completely in, a dragged groan is gonna leave him and his gonna nibble on his bottom lip. You are being wrapped around him is gonna send him into a frenzy and hes gonna fuck every bit of energy outta you. In y'all's regular routine you’re gonna ride him too and that’s when he loses it, head really falls back then, eyes squeezing shut, and loud moans leave him. 

“That’s it, moan my name pretty, ugh fuck!” 

“Take it baby~ ride me just like that!” 

“K-keep going princess, I’m gonna cum..You want m-y cum!?” 

[my-quirk-is-fred]

🔞Stuck together🔞 (D. Shark x reader)

Written by @ltea2468

Goddamn D. was just insatiable, it didn’t seem to matter how you were, he just always wanted you. And it wasn’t even sexual, he just seemed to sleep and breathe you, which did wonders for your confidence. You’ve been with the Sharkman for about a year, and you recall hilariously and fondly your first real shock into how different you two were.

You had just gotten together, you were learning new things about each other. Every idiosyncrasy learned was enthralling and foreign. He marveled at how delicate and soft your skin was, you gawked at how easily he could move. He was so powerful and graceful, which were adjectives he hadn’t heard before.

“I don’t know whatcha see in me that’s so graceful, I got sharp teeth and claws.” He’d always say, a blush on his cute shark face.

“Claws and teeth that you never hurt me with. For someone who claims he’s not a teddy bear, you’re quite gentle,” you’d return like second nature.

The first time you had sex, goodness it was like drowning, but you welcomed being swallowed whole. He caged you in, his hulking stature enveloping you. You were being ravaged by a man who was just enamored with you.

Juices leaked from your holes, the lubricate from his two cocks sending you into a lustful frenzy. You did your best to ride him for all you were worth, but with his strong hands around your waist guiding you, you didn’t have to do much work.

“I never want to stop, ever… ever.” You babbled, absolutely dick-matized.

He laughed breathlessly, his pace consistently gut-punching and hitting all the right spots. You were a shaking, whimpering mess and he found it so damn irresistible.

This human breathless and begging for more, man was that an ego-stroker in more ways than one.

Despite having came multiple times, they continued to beg for his cum inside them. He had thought about doing that very thing before and hearing and feeling it in reality sent him over the edge. He called their name and just unloaded into their sweat-dripping body; it seemed unending for a few seconds. And it didn’t stop until he was completely spent, until they were both spent.

They relaxed on him, orgasmic high not quite coming down, and everything fell into place then and there. It was then that you decided to remain by his side, no one nor nothing had ever made you feel so complete. And in a funny, fucked up way you got your wish.

You went to stand to both clean up and also get something to eat. The high had faded and now you were just sleepy and famished.

But you felt a firm pull at your pelvis and you looked down, panic now on your face. Why couldn’t you get off his cocks?!

“D? Babe?! I can’t get off!” You sniffled, already thinking about the worst case scenario.

Shaken from his stupor he looks down, confused before a seemingly intangible light-bulb went off.

“Ohhh! Lil Mama, don’t worry you’re gonna be okay, uh… I latched onto ya so… give it some hours and you’ll be able to get up.”

“Latch??? You failed to mention that it’d be stuck to you like Velcro, D!” You huff, not looking forward to being stuck. You looked up to see D on the verge of laughing, giving him a glare, he put his hands up in surrender.

“You’re the first human I’ve ever been with! I’m so used to my kinds’ anatomy that it slipped my mind, I forgot for a fleshy dime like you it can be jarrin’.”

Sighing in resignation you leaned back on him, satisfied grunting coming from you sinking back down onto his cocks. D, ever quick on the uptake, bit his lip. Fuck, they wanted more? Goddamn they were so fucking hot, if they wanted more they didn’t even need to say it. He’d make the time pass realllllll fast for em both.

Resting his hand on their waist he was about to start fucking them; he was far from finished, and he’d give them as much as they can take and then some! Your hand knocked him out of his one-track mind, you were looking back at him, eyes narrowed.

“Oh, so you think you’re gonna get some and I’m stuck to you like a damn rat on a gluetrap? Uh-uh, you’re gonna take those strong arms of yours and carry me around till I fall off.”

Now it was D’s turn to pout. Damn, so close yet so far. And wait, carry them?! The idea of him cradling them like some mother carrying their young made him burst into laughter.

You glared, but upon thinking of how funny it must look to carry you, you couldn’t help but snort in amusement.

“Well there’s these animals we have on land, they’re called kangaroos. They hold their young in a pouch, that’s basically what you’re gonna do.” You instructed him, as you felt his arms wrap around you.

Nodding, he begins the odd hobble to the kitchen, every jostle and shake unintentionally bouncing you. D felt the sensations but thought better to not comment plus the sharp intakes of breath and one-off curse was music to his ears.

Making it to the kitchen counter, D began to assemble a sandwich for you. No longer having his arms support you, you whined as your insides clutched onto his members. You slid a millimeter but firmly remained attached to him, the pull inside you, while not painful, was so… damn weird to you, but in a good way.

You thought about the other non-sharkmen you’ve been intimate with in the past. When the deed was done, there was seldom an instance where you were… so close.

“Hey, D?”

“Mmm?”

“You’re different from any other partner I’ve ever had, and I don’t mean in the obvious sense. I’ve never felt the way I do with you with anyone else from my past. You… just get me.” You confess, face growing warm.

The urge to protect you, and… to love you superseded his desire to plow you into next week. You were more than a good lay, and he’d be damned if whatever it is they had ended so soon.

D passed you the sandwich, and you scarfed the thing down, totally famished from earlier. D watched you eat and, finding your full cheeks adorable, he took his hand and wiped the stray lettuce off.

You sighed in content, “I hope you don’t get tired of me, cause I think my body likes you.” You joked as you motion to your body being fastened to his.

“Good, cause my body likes you too, Lil Mama~” D nearly purred, gently squashing your face.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Whatcha thinking about lookin’ all cute?” D asked, startling you from your reminiscing.

“When you first latched onto me. Goodness my holes were so sensitive afterwards!” D coughed, taken aback by your bluntness.

“Y-Yeah that takes me back! You lectured me afterwards, had me on a sex fast for a week!” He recalled, remembering how tortuous it was for him to not be allowed to be inside you for a whole seven days.

“Hmph, that taught you to not forget about divulging important information like that though didn’t it?”

D pouted, refusing to look you in the eyes. It made you laugh and tease the gentle giant some more.

You were so glad you stayed, a life without him was unimaginable now. He was your other half, and you never once regretted being “latched” to your shark boyfriend…

[takes1]

Hii!! Could you do a Bakugou gets horny while you’re cuddling?? Fem or gender neutral is totally fine w me! If not then thats okay, hope you have a great day :))

FUCK YES i love this i was literally just thinking about writing something like this today !! hope i interpreted this right! tysm for requesting :)

warnings. nsfw, scary grandpa sneeze, academic deadlines, some light grinding, groping, light scratching, friends with benefits, kissy-kissy, minors stay off my lawn!!

details. gn!reader, aged up kats, 1.5k words

scenario series. k. bakugou, hawks is next ;)

links. my ao3 / p.2 + more bakugou / requests open

11:30 p.m

You took what felt like your first real breath in hours and hit submit on your Powerpoint with 29 minutes to spare.

A strangled "Fuck," fell from your lips as you leaned almost too far back in your desk chair and waited for your eyes to adjust to everything that was not a computer screen.

Aizawa really needed to let up on those mixed-media projects. How the hell was knowing how to format part of the Hero-Course curriculum? Were villains going to quiz you on text files in the heat of a fight?

You reached for your phone and cringed at the many missed group texts of the class struggling as a whole to finish their projects, asking for help, sending mass prayers. Not feeling particularly saintly after your three-hour frenzy, you decided to knock the 52 notifications off of your lock screen and decided they'd have to suffer together.

As you were cleaning out more unnecessary notifications, one from 11:12 sent a small surge of panic through you. You missed a text from Bakugou.

KB: Can't sleep.

That was bullshit, of course, he could sleep. He slept more and better than anyone you knew. But as with most things he said, it was code for something he didn't want to say straight up.

It was difficult trying to be quiet when the door to his dorm needed about 37 gallons WD40-- you flinched with every screech it filled the room with and had to stop to catch your breath after you locked it.

A figure was stomach-down on his bed, clutching the pillow under his head like a vice so hard you couldn't be convinced he was actually sleeping. Unlike many nights that he so humbly requested your presence, this time he was without his tanktop.

Every inch of his room was actively working against you. The hardwood floor also tried its damndest to alert him of your presence as you resorted to a goofy, Grinch-like tiptoe towards his twin mattress, your shadow on the wall a simultaneously humbling thing to witness and one more flag to stir him.

Too bad he was already awake.

"About time," He spat, grumpy, but raised his arm to invite you into his bed.

The motion gave you a full view of his impressive build. You couldn't spare to think about it for long, though. You didn't want to make this weird.

"20 minutes was that bad, huh?"

To express his supreme frustration and play hard to get, he rolled his eyes and turned his back to you. It did not work. It was through his invitation that you were here, so all it succeeded in doing was make him seem like an even bigger softie.

Your friendship was hard to explain, and these weird undertones were even harder to justify. But the general rule was that a relationship wasn't beneficial to either of you right now with school, work, and social pressures. For now, late-night cuddles, poorly-timed and rushed make-outs, vague texts, loaded stares, and slightly too much touching during training were enough.

He wouldn't budge unless you gave in a tiny bit. So, you scooted closer, shoved your bottom arm around his tiny waist, and wrapped your top arm around his chest with a hand gripping his shoulder.

"I was doing homework, if you must know," Your lips brushed his ear briefly before you set your head on the pillow behind his, talking into his unruly hair, "Not everyone can go to bed at 9:00, like you, Star Student."

A small grunt. Rough palms slid up your softer arms and rested there with a quiet exhale.

Your hands automatically started scratching light circles on the space between his neck and shoulder, noting how his muscle slowly, hesitantly, loosened as he relaxed.

Bakugou smelled so sweet. His hair, his pillows, his skin, his room. It was a borderline aphrodisiac for you. And god, did it stick. After some suspicious stares and cryptic questions from Kirishima the one time you didn't shower after a cuddle session, you made sure to scrub extra hard, throw the clothes you wore in the hamper immediately, and overcompensate with lotions and perfumes to get the caramel scent off. Anything to avoid getting discovered.

You must've been more burnt-out than you thought because exhaustion was starting to lull you into premature sleep fast. Bakugou was too warm and comfortable; you briefly worried you might not wake up to get to your room in the morning before everyone else was roaming the halls.

Some part of your brain ruled that it didn't matter, this was far too perfect and you let yourself drift off.

"AAAAAAH-TCH!"

Startled out of your wits, you found yourself wide awake in an upright position, hands retracted to protect yourself from danger with a pitifully scared yelp.

Bakugou was sniffling underneath you, eyes barely open even after that heart-stopping sneeze.

"Nice, Bakugou," You muttered with a bite.

Defensive of his devastating volume, he scoffed, "I sneezed! What, I'm not allowed to sneeze?"

There was no telling how late it was now, and you had class in the morning. You flumped back down, defeated but still bitter, with your hands wrapped around yourself this time.

You yawned, "Gonna wake up the whole damn building..."

"Shut up," He barked, head turned expectedly to your huddled form, expecting snuggles. When they were not provided, he huffed in an even harsher tone, "Come here."

Tired, you were too fed up to dance around him like usual --funny how a sneeze could do that-- and ignored him. If his allergies were the reason you flunk your presentation of that Powerpoint tomorrow morning, he will never hear the end of it.

He turned over. Bakugou did not like that, because Bakugou was the only person who was allowed to be difficult.

He sucked his teeth at you, pulled you into his chest forcefully, and kicked a heavy leg over your hips, head resting on top of yours as you were given no other choice than to be squished or wrap your arms around him. It was impossible to be grumpy when he was so unique and intense in his affection. You pressed your head into the soft muscle of his pec and gave a content sigh through your nose.

With so much surface area to touch, you enjoyed running your nails freely over the width of his upper back. He was so well-built. It made you think of how much of a shame his attitude was because he'd have so many options as arguably the hottest guy in 1-A.

Your palm ran over the warm lines you created in his skin and dove to his mid-back, where you could better feel his muscle anticipate your feather-light touches. The strong arms around you adjusted to tighten and his tummy flexed.

"Sorry," You mumbled, mistakenly thinking that he was uncomfortable and wanted you to stop.

Before you could take your hands any remarkable distance away, though, there was a budding pressure against your front that made your heart drop in confused arousal.

Maybe it was naive to be so surprised by it, but Bakugou, in all the times you cuddled, never got noticeably hard. The both of you were typically careful to not touch hips, really. Now you were awake.

You continued your scratching and gentle massage against his lower back. The heartbeat in your ear and on your hips was fast enough to convince you he didn't plan on going to sleep anytime soon. You wondered if he could feel yours, too, and grew nervous at the idea. Would this...change things?

There was little time to roll this idea over in your head, because he suddenly decided he was tired of this position and muttered against your hair, "Turn around."

The space between your legs was on fire. You wanted to look at his face, but before you knew it, you were nestled deep into him and his leg was thrown over your hips again.

To test it, you pushed back into him and received a strong, suffocating squeeze in return as he shifted half of his weight forward through his arm and hips, practically crushing you. He cleared his throat and wrapped an arm around your waist, the other toying with your hair. No mistake, he knew what he was doing.

He moved on quickly to cup your face, rubbing your cheek with the hard pad of his thumb, and huffed, amused, at how flustered you were. A big, messy kiss on your exposed neck made you swallow a sigh.

"Bakugou--"

"Katsuki," He corrected.

That made this exponentially harder.

"We have class in the morning," You whispered, torn between your desire to sleep and desire to continue whatever this was.

He only hummed against your ear, unfazed by this fact. His top hand lowered to your side and sent your tummy in a buzzing frenzy to resist his temptations. He chose to do this on a Thursday night? The presentation was worth 20% of your final grade.

But his cock felt so good through your shorts, and his hand was prying open your legs to feel how hot you were for him. Your fingers clawed on his bicep, but they didn't try to stop him. You could hear the shit-eating grin in his voice between the noisy sucking, "Mm, I can be quick."

[neochan]

PAIRING | mean dom!mark x fem!reader

WC | 1.057k

WARNINGS | choking, slight degradation, unprotected sex

SONG | wings - pixy

A.N | this was also late, but i hope you enjoy day 2 of kinktober

“Shouldn’t we – ah fuck – be a little quieter?”

Mark grips the flesh of your ass, spreading you open so he could fuck into you deeper. With each thrust he lets out a word, “Why should we? Everyone heard you and Haechan earlier.”

His teeth snag on his bottom lip when you tighten around him, and you hear him mutter a soft fuck before his hips stuttered into you.

Your cheeks warm at the remark about you and Haechan, but you ignore it and instead fall forward in his lap, your hands gripping his shoulder. Unfortunately for you, your legs were stuck in the area between the arm rest and the seat of his gaming chair, inevitably making you pliant to what Mark wanted to do with you.

Not that you were complaining.

In fact, you enjoyed him using you.

“Just because – Shit Mark, slow down!” you cried out. His hips snapped into you at lightning speed, the sound of skin slapping against skin mixing with his shallow grunts.

“No,” he refuses through gritted teeth, “I want everyone to hear us like they heard you and that fucking bastard.”

He’s so relentless with the way he pounds into you, that you have no choice but to bury your face into the crook of his neck and tighten your hold on his shoulders, your nails leaving red crescents in his sweat-slicked skin.

You smirk against his shoulder, “Jealous much?” your voice comes out in a broken gasp, almost unrecognizable, but Mark knew exactly what you said and immediately stills inside of you.

His cock still twitches inside of your warm cunt, making you squirm in his lap for some type of friction, but he moves one arm around you and presses you firmly against his body. Your nipples were sensitive and feeling them rub against his chest almost sent you into frenzy.

“Jealous?” he snarls.

His hand snaps up and grabs your jaw, forcing you to make eye contact with him. His were dark, with insult or lust, you couldn’t tell. He bared his teeth in a disbelieving, cold smile.

“When will you realize.” He says, slowly rocking his hips into you, “That you belong to all of us.”

The hold he had on your jaw ached for a split second before he removed his hand and instead started tracing the curve of your waist.

“Just because Haechan’s your favorite.” He spits angrily, still rutting up into you agonizingly slow.

“He’s not my –“

Marks hand slaps over your mouth making you flinch back. You would have fallen off his lap if he hadn’t of been holding you.

“Bullshit.” He growls, “We all know Haechan’s your favorite because he’s a pretty boy who’s easy to manipulate.” He begins fucking into you again, with his hand over top your mouth and nose. It was hard for you to breathe, but Mark didn’t care. He felt your mouth fall open under his palm, your hard pants tickling him.

Your clit rubbed against him every time he thrust into you making you whimper, “That’s what you like, right Y/N?” His voice grows colder with each word, sending shivers up your spine, “You like pretty boys?”

“Mhm” you moan against his palm, frantically nodding your head.

“Thought so.”

Your eyes close in pleasure, with the feeling of Marks cock brushing against your sensitive walls, your clit rubbing against him and your nipples grazing the soft skin of his chest each time he fucked up into you. It was almost too much to handle, but you knew what you needed to get there.

“Choke me!” you groan, fumbling to peel his hand off of your mouth, “please.”

His eyes grow wide, “Ch – choke you?”

“Yes, yes,” you grab his wrist and tug it towards your throat, but his hand hangs there limply, “please Mark! I wanna cum for you. Just choke me.” Your whimpers became fervent, reeling from the thought of his hand closing over your throat.

With unsure hands, Mark wraps his long fingers around your throat and gives a light squeeze.

“Fucking harder Mark.” You moan out.

“You want harder?” he says through gritted teeth. All you feel is a whoosh of air for a split second and suddenly you’re falling backwards onto the bed, Mark crawling overtop of you.

His fingers find their place on your throat again and he begins squeezing so hard, your whines are cut off. With his free hand, he slings your legs over his shoulders, lines himself up with your dripping cunt and pushes into you like nothing had happened.

The cut off of oxygen is making your head spin, his face becoming blurrier with each thrust, but you didn’t care. The band in your stomach was becoming tighter and tighter and fuck, he felt so good in you and his fingers – they were squeezing the perfect spot.

Your eyes flutter back in your head, “This is what you wanted right?” he was practically slamming himself into you at this point, “Harder?”

You could barely hear him as the blood pounded in your ears. You claw at his chest hoping he would let up, but he was right – you did ask for this. The band in your stomach was as taunt as could be you just –

“Fuck.” He groans directly into your ear, emptying ropes of cum into your abused cunt. You could feel the warm stickiness in you, making the band in your stomach snap, and sending you straight into euphoric bliss.

Mark drops down on top of you, his head fitting into the crook of your neck. You could hear him panting, trying to catch his breath, and then his hand slackens on your throat, allowing you to gasp for air.

You wrap your arms and legs around him and pull him close, letting him stay in you for the time being. “You’re really mean.” It was a joke – a halfhearted tease, but he lifts his head and gives you a butterfly kiss on the tip of your nose.

“I’m sorry, you just struck a nerve darling.” He whispers, “Now is your throat okay?” He tilts your jaw up with one hand to inspect the marks he left.

“I’m fine Markie, really,” You mumble, trying to bat away his hand, “But why do you dislike Haechan?”

“Y/N don’t get me started on - ”

[yourtamaki]

thinking about worshipping sanji’s body on a bright morning. his blonde hair looks like gold today and you just wanna press your lips to every inch of his skin for salvation. yeah. sanji brain rot

you,,,, you get me. also this got a lil angsty sorry </3

sanji bathed in the golden morning sun is a rare sight you hardly get to see let alone savour. he’s always on the move, up to cook breakfast long before you wake up and slipping under the covers after his nightly prep work with you already fast asleep. sanji tries to make time for you during the long hours in between but with a dozen people on a tiny ship, alone time is unheard of. you’ve resigned yourself to these cold mornings and lonely nights. how could you ask for more when you see how hard he works day in and day out to take care of his crew. to take care of you.

still, when you blink awake and find his arms still wrapped around you, a greediness you thought you’d buried alive cuts through the syrupy drowsiness in your veins until you’re left bleeding and aching with need.

you twist around in his loose hold until you’re face to face with him, so close that his slow, deep breaths feel like your own. sanji is beautiful at rest, soft in a way he never lets you see. you cradle his face, fresh stubble scratching your palm as you swipe a thumb over his cheekbone. the light touch is enough to make him jerk then relax when he realizes it’s only you, eyes still closed.

sanji leans into your hand, pressing a sleepy kiss to the centre of your palm before he asks, “what’s wrong, my love? bad dream?”

“it’s morning.” his eyes flutter open as he takes in the golden hue of the bedroom for the first time, refracted light from the sea dancing on the ceiling as the sunny sways over gentle waves.

“i slept in?”

you kiss the confused furrow of his brow. “mhmm.”

“i sh-should get up.” his breath stutters as your lips start to wander, pressing against his temple before trailing down his cheek to litter his jaw in feather light kisses.

“you could.” you say, throwing your leg up around his waist and use the leverage to straddle him. “or you could stay here with me.”

“baby please. i have to go.” even with the obvious confliction in his voice, sanji’s hands find their way to your hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh he finds there.

“then go.”

you’ve said too much. you know it from the way he all but freezes solid beneath you, so still and quiet you can almost hear the crack of his heart as it splinters like thawing ice under the warm morning sun.

“what’s wrong?” something lurks in the question that wasn’t there when he first woke up and asked you the same thing, something more fragile and fearful.

“nothing.” you nudge your nose against the underside of his jaw, planting kisses down his neck in a vain attempt to distract him.

“angel.” you feel his groan rather then hear it, a low rumble that tickles your lips and urges you to lick a stripe against his throat to pull another from him. “talk to me. please.”

“i’m fine. i just need this right now. i need you, sanji.”

he pinches your chin between his finger and thumb, lifting your head until you meet his eyes. you squirm under his heavy gaze, certain that the dawn’s light exposes your every thought but all he does is tilt forward to press his lips against yours and mumbles, “i’m yours.”

it’s nothing he hasn’t told you before but the pang in your chest makes you feel raw and vulnerable all the same. he’s yours. yours to know and touch and love and the reminder sends you into a frenzy, leaving a searing trail of open mouth kisses down his chest and following his happy trail until you’re slotted between his legs, mouthing and drooling over his cock.

“go ahead, baby.” he says. “take what’s yours.”

the streaming sunlight lights his flushed face gold as you slowly sink down on him. you should’ve known better then to take him without stretching yourself first but the burn is a welcome one. sanji winces as though he shares your pain and he licks his thumb to rub neat circles on your clit. when he finally bottoms out inside you, the tight, hurt feeling in your chest finally loosens enough for you to draw a full breath.

“is that better?” he asks. when you nod, sanji hugs you to his chest, rubbing a hand against your back until you relax against him. “that’s my girl. you want to talk now or later?”

“later.”

he kisses your temple. “of course, angel. tell me when you’re ready, okay? i love you.”

the buried pain eases all at once, soothed easily in a way only sanji could ever manage. “i love you, too.”