#I for one would love to hear this grown man whimper

[applebutterbee]

Our King 👑

With the Sluttiest Waist!

[princessbrunette]

˚˖𓍢ִ🐰໋✧˚.🎀୨୧ ⋅˚₊

let’s go back to my roots. let’s talk about girly, prissy, spoiled bunny!reader with rafe.

you’re untouchable, kook royalty just for your attachment to the cameron’s but you don’t even care about all of that. all you care about, is rafes time money and attention.

he loves you a lot, but more so — he puts up with your shit. whilst you don’t have much of an attitude, soft in all corners of your life, you can still manage to be a nightmare. you clutter his sink with your makeup and skincare, decidedly a maximalist when it came to your self care and beautification rituals. he plucks a clump of mink eyelashes from the side of the sink, something he nearly mistook for a spider and sets it aside— only calling out a “jesus chr — bun, told you to clear out your shit. my bathroom looks like fuckin’ sephora. in here, now.” before he hears the soft padding of your feet come tottering along, happy to do as your told.

if that’s not making him huff and puff — it’ll surely be the outfits, moreso scraps of fabric you parade around in. expensive, according to his black card, for items of clothing that cover so little — and he can’t say you don’t get your moneys worth, toddling around in strappy powder pink dresses that leave nothing to the imagination or white mini skirts that cling to the fold of the bottom of your ass cheeks, giving not only the chumps at the country club a good look — but his closest friends too. his life had become a sequence of tugging down your hem, manhandling you to be decent. “you—y-you think i need my fuckin’ friends getting an eyeful of your pussy each time you move? are we gonna have to have another talk about what’s appropriate, bunny girl? huh? or maybe the belt will help you learn a valuable lesson. fuck.” he sulks, stomping around after his threat. you’re clung to his bicep with a dazed smile only five minutes later because his mean treatment usually flew through one bedazzled ear and came out the other. soft and dopey as ever.

back to him ‘putting up with you’, there’s a ton of reasons why that is. like aforementioned, he does love you a lot. you’re his little prized possession, his trophy. you were soft in all the ways that mattered and understanding, always listening when no one else would, even if he was admittedly in the wrong. that, and you really did fuck like a bunny rabbit.

you had a libido that was constantly set to high, all hours of the day. you were a chronic pillow humper when rafe wasn’t available to sate you, the man often times walking in to find you teary eyed with a white lacy thong binding your spread knees, pulled down just enough to grind your messy, glossy pussy against the fluffed white pillow from his side of the bed. because really, you were a chronic rafe humper— but you were well behaved enough to know that sometimes he had to handle business and didn’t have the time to feed your greedy cunt.

you’d grown accustom to taking him in any position too, whether it was in doggy style — waving your plush ass in the air, pointing that fluffy pink bunny-tail butt plug straight at him as you mewl into expensive pillows, or you’re crouched on his lap on the couch, feet planted either side of him, a high pitched whimper punched out of you each time you slam your hips back down on his cock, mushroom tip thumping your cervix. you said you liked the pain, liked when it bruised, liked when you could still feel him the next day when you missed him. reminded you of how grateful you are to have a boyfriend who dicks you good.

you had a little obsession that was serving as a problem though— having to give you plenty of ‘sit down talks’ when he talks to you real slow like you’re stupid because you keep begging him to breed you. it seemed no amount of “sweetheart, i’on know how many times i have to say this to get it through that head, but you are too young for a baby. i—i gotta get my shit together first, alright? promised you as many babies as you want after i secure tannyhill did i not? i…i really need your patience… okay?” would stop you from bouncing on his cock with a feverish and determined look in your eye, or locking your legs around his waist when he’s about to nut— babbling tearfully as you beg “please daddy, please gimme a baby. please want — want your babies!”

you’re lucky he was so much stronger than you, often wrestling you down to straddle your face and aim his cock at your mouth before he blew his load, gritting out a spiteful “well you’re gonna have to fuckin’ swallow them ‘til the time comes. fuck.” through gritted teeth as you mewl miserably (but lap it up nonetheless)

you gave him trouble, but nothing he couldn’t handle. he wouldn’t trade his spoiled bunny girl for the world.

˚˖𓍢ִ🐰໋✧˚.🎀୨୧ ⋅˚₊

[naivegh0ul]

OKAY BUT how about Older¡Ghost extremely jealous when his neighbor (reader) brings someone to her house to fuck with her? He would be extremely mad about it, but couldn't help but hear her moans and whimpers, wishing it was him instead making her feel good. (And to be honest, she may only did that to caught Ghost's attention )

YESSS god I love the idea of jealous Older!Ghost (it took me way too answer this i am so so so sorry anon!!!)

(warnings: smut, fem reader, older!ghost, jealousy, blowjobs, face fucking)

(word count: 1908)

It's 3am and Ghost hasn't gotten an ounce of sleep. How could he, when he can hear you moaning so sweetly through the walls. This has been a nightly occurrence. Ghost would go to bed, lay there for a while as he scrolled through pictures of you on his phone, and then the moaning would start.

The first time it happened, Ghost brushed it off, he's heard you pleasuring yourself through the walls before. Hell, he's even watched you. But this time you sounded different. Not so breathy, more high-pitched. Exaggerated.

The second time, he heard the creaking noise. Your bed must be rocking back and forth. Again, not the first time Ghost has heard that, but it is the first time he's heard grunts to go along with it.

Now, at three o'clock in the morning, Ghost has finally had enough. He climbs out of bed, feeling angry and annoyed. Angry that his sleep is being disrupted, and annoyed that he's hard from your moans.

He storms out of bed and out of his house, making his way towards your home in only a pair of grey sweatpants and socks, the imprint of his hard cock visible at the front of his sweats.

There's no response when Ghost knocks the first time, so he goes to knock again but your front door swings open before he can. "Mr. Riley!" You exclaim, slightly out of breath. "W-what's the matter?"

Ghost looks you up and down not so discreetly, noting the fact that one of your pant legs is riding up a little, and your shirt is up slightly, revealing the hickies and bite marks littering your stomach.

A twinge of jealousy filled Ghost at the sight. He has no right to be jealous, he knows that, but he is. You are his. Not officially, but you belong to Ghost. He knows what you like, how to crook his fingers to make you cry out his name, what filthy things to say to make you an embarrassed, whining mess.

That man in your bed probably has no idea what to do, he most likely just whipped his dick out and tried to put it in you, not even bothering to make you cum on his fingers first. He's probably your age, too. Young, immature, thinks with his dick.

Ghost can feel himself getting riled up the more he thinks about that stupid guy in your house. Ghost's is gonna give him what he deserves, the second he leaves your house Ghost is gonna wrap his hands around his throat and watch the life bleed from him-

"Simon?" Your sweet voice coos, pulling Ghost out of his spiraling thoughts. "Have a nice night." Ghost grunts out, turning away and walking straight back to his house.

Going to your house was a bad idea. You're a grown woman, for God's sake. He should leave you alone and stop being such an obsessive old man.

The sound of your sock-covered feet hitting the pavement has Ghost turning around before he enters his house. "Simon!" You say, looking up at him as you come to a stop on his front doorstep. "What's wrong? Is everything okay?" There's clear concern in your eyes, making Ghost's heart melt.

"'M fine, love. Don't worry 'bout me." Ghost sighs, reaching forward to ruffle your hair. "Go back inside, 'm sure your guest is waitin' for you."

Ghost tries to turn around again but your hands reach out and grab the waistband of his joggers. "He..." You mumble, looking down at your feet. "He doesn't make me feel as good as you do." You admit as you glance up at Ghost with pleading, desperate eyes.

"Love..." Ghost sighs again "'M too old for you, alright? Go back inside, pretty girl." He leans forward and kisses your forehead softly and strokes your hair before pulling back.

Suddenly, you're on your knees in front of him, hands tugging at his waistband. "Please, Simon?" You coo, palming him through his joggers. Ghost swears under his breath, cock twitching and his hands curling into fists as he fights off the urge to give in.

No, he gave in once. He got his fill, he shouldn't be greedy. But you look so pretty in front of him, kneeling on the hard concrete, your face so close to his throbbing cock.

"You really want this, don't you?" Ghost says as he rubs the bridge of his nose. "Come on, get up. Don't want you kneeling on the concrete." Ghost reaches down and pulls you up, guiding you into his house.

Once the door is shut, you sink to your knees again, eager to please Ghost. "Fuck, you're eager." Ghost breathes as he undoes the ties on his sweatpants, pushing the garment down past his hips, exposing his cock to you.

He watches as your throat bobs and you swallow, your hands sliding up and down his thighs impatiently. Ghost wraps a hand around himself and strokes himself a few times, watching as you shuffle forward and open your mouth.

"Just this once." Ghost thinks to himself as he grabs the back of your head and slowly pushes his cock inside your waiting mouth, groaning loudly as the feeling of your warm, wet mouth engulfs him.

His hand guides you up and down the length of his cock, his fingers tangled in your hair and tugging ever so slightly. He has to fight the urge to buck forward, to fuck into your mouth as you drool all over him.

When he feels your hand on his balls suddenly, he jolts, a moan being shocked out of him as you gently roll them in your hand. "Attagirl," Ghost praises softly, barely audible over the sound of your slurping and gagging as you try to pleasure him at your pace, not his.

Ghost lets you do what you want, letting go of your hair and watching as you scoot forward and take more of Ghost into your mouth. It's a delicious sight, seeing your mouth stretching around him as your fingers wrap around the base of Ghost's cock.

You move further down Ghost's shaft each time, taking more and more of him. Your lips bump into your fingers as you take away one each time, building yourself up until finally you've got Ghost's cock buried deep in your throat, your neck bulging ever so slightly.

"Fuuuck," Ghost groans as he throws his head back, bumping it into the wall. His hips jerk, forcing himself further down your throat and making his heavy balls slap against your face. When you swallow around him, it takes everything in him not to cum right then and there. He has to pull you back so he can control himself.

You're pulled off with a wet cough, one hand holding your throat while the other wipes the spit from your mouth. "Why'd you stop?" You rasp as you look up at Ghost, licking your lips.

"Got close." You tilt your head at his explanation. "Why didn't you just cum then?" Your hand finds its way back to Ghost's cock, your thumb and forefinger gently pulling back Ghost's foreskin as you wait for a response.

"Didn't know if... mhm, if you wanted me to." He pauses mid-sentence as you wrap your lips around his tip, lapping the milky white precum beading from his slit. Your tongue digs under his foreskin, licking him teasingly.

You're so good at this, making Ghost feel like he has no control and you're in charge when you're only giving him a blowjob. You're not even doing anything special, not ordering him around or trying to be dominant, you're just gently suckling on his cock and now you've got him wrapped around your finger.

And it's not fair. Ghost wants to fuck a pretty girl like you with no repercussions, but he knows that's not possible, the moment they're having explains that all away. You can't get pleasure from anyone other than Ghost, and he can't stop himself from pleasuring you.

He's trying so hard to focus and what you're doing, but the way your hand strokes him and your tongue laps at him has him feeling floaty and drunk so he doesn't notice when he starts thrusting his hips forward slowly, fucking into the wet heat of your mouth.

Your hands hold onto his hairy thighs as he gently fucks your mouth, your nails scratching lightly as you let him do what he wants. He sounds so gorgeous, breathy moans and groans escaping his throat as he rocks his hips.

You watch him, big eyes looking up at Ghost curiously as you swallow. He looks so good from where you're kneeling, mindless yet focused as he moves you up and down on his cock like you're a toy, just a thing for his pleasure.

And you let him. You let him drag you along his cock or hold you still so he can fuck into your mouth; you let him lose himself as he stares into your teary, lustful eyes.

"So pretty down there." Ghost mumbles, slurring his words as if he's drunk on the feeling of you. "Perfect little mouth, so warm..." His hand moves from the back of your head to the side, Ghost's other hand joining in as he holds you still and slowly thrusts into your mouth, letting out breathy little grunts each time.

He's close, you can tell from the way his breathing speeds up and hips move faster, eagerly bucking into your mouth. Ghost gets rough when he's close, you know that, so you're prepared when he adjusts his stance and grips your head tighter, pulling you down so your nose is buried in the thick hair at the base of his cock.

"Fuuuck," Ghost groans as he feels your throat contract, watches as your eyes water and your hands grip his thigh. "Good fucking girl, takin' me so well." His thumb swipes below your eye, wiping away your tears as his hips snap against your face, balls slapping your chin.

"'M close," He pants, feeling his cock twitch in your mouth. "You gonna swallow it like a good girl?" At his words, you moaned, eyebrows pinching as you scooted forward on the floor and licked at the sensitive vein on the underside of Ghost's cock.

“Yeah, ‘s what I thought.” His hands tighten their hold on your head, pulling you closer to him. You’re a gagging, drooling mess, hands planted in your lap as you hear Ghost let out a loud, long moan, his hips stilling as he forces his cock further into your mouth, spilling his seed down your throat.

When Ghost finally lets you off – after holding you there for an unreasonable amount of time – you splutter and cough, one hand gingerly holding your throat while the other wipes your mouth.

You stand up after a moment, knees clicking and cracking from being so stiff and you look at Ghost with a tiny smile on your face and a happy expression. Boldly, you lean closer, standing on your tiptoes as you go in for a kiss.

But Ghost stops you with a hand on your shoulder, shutting you down. “We shouldn’t.” He shakes his head as he speaks. He can see the look of hurt and confusion in your eyes as you step back, visibly embarrassed.

“Um, I’ll go now.” You say softly, avoiding eye contact. “Bye, Mr. Riley.”

[rodolfoparras]

Oh gosh, hi hello howdy. I’ve always quietly lurked on your blog because it makes me so fucking feral but I’m too nervous about saying anything. But!! I’m being brave, saying hello, and idk bringing a little treat too I suppose

idk what specifically got me hooked onto this idea, but it was def something you wrote that was scream worthy but but all it did was make me imagine:

Price just being this perfect soldier, perfect leader, gruff and hard around the edges because he has to be in his line of work. Sharp voice, stern face, no-nonsense and all authority. Then reader comes around. Price is all bark and bite, but oh with reader—something shakes loose in his chest.

It doesn’t come up in the field. It doesn’t come up on base either. It’s some little dinky bar where the team has holed up in after a rough mission to celebrate a safe return and lick their wounds in relative, drunken peace. And it starts with just the brush of your arm against Price’s neck. It was an accident. You reached for something over his shoulder, Ghost handing you another drink or you swatting at a laughing Soap, and it was really just the loose fabric of your sleeve against Price’s skin.

Price has spent so long being alpha alpha alpha. It’s what’s expected of a military man, what’s expected of a captain and leader. But something about the touch against the back of his neck—of you touching his neck, holding him, collaring him. It’s lucky the lights are low enough no one notices the flush spreading across his face and the music is too loud to hear that soft little whimper.

Anywayyyy love the blog hehe <3

Hello sugar cube!! I’m so glad you popped in pls know y’all are genuinely always welcome here I can understand feeling nervous but believe me I absolutely love talking to y’all! 🥹🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

Also before I say anything else I just have to say you articulate yourself in such a beautiful way I absolutely love the way you write sugar🧎🏻‍♂️

Second of all I’ve always loved the thought of price giving up control

Imagine price who’s always been forced to take charge and make decisions, always been captain or lieutenant, someone important before he’s been a mere soldier, always carrying so much responsibilities on his shoulders

When you came around he hadn’t expected to start a relationship with you it kind of just happened much like he just happened to give up control to you

Price would always be up on his feet before anyone else, preparing coffee and making sure him and his team have everything they need for their mission, but now he’s woken up by the smell of coffee and met with the sight of your smiling face holding out a cup for him .

He takes it gracefully, sipping on it contentedly, feeling himself become more and more alert as the caffeine enters his system.

He’s just about to say how he needs to prepare for the upcoming mission when you abruptly cut him off with a kiss, ever so carful not to tip the cup of warm liquid on him.

He happily accepts your kiss, a contented sigh escaping his lips and it’s your smile that finally breaks the kiss.

“I’ve already prepared everything,” you say, smile still painted on your face.

He only manages a surprised “oh” in response, brows raising high at your words before he bashfully thanks you for what you’ve done.

Once he’s done with his coffee you put his mug down on the night stand before you take his hand and pull him out of the bed, playfully tugging him over to the bathroom where you’re quick to start up a shower for him.

He mumbles something under his breath probably something along the lines of how he’s a grown man and can take care of himself and doesn’t need you to prepare showers for him but he secretly loves it

As soon as he steps foot in the shower, you’re hot on his tail, pouring shower gel into your hands, and soaping them up before burying your fingers into his hair.

A groan escapes his lips, eyes fluttering shut as he leans into the wonderful feeling.

Maybe you’re going over the mission with him or maybe you’re just humming some tune or maybe you’re trailing kisses down his neck while massaging his tense shoulders

Ether way he absolutely loves it feels like he’s in heaven because of it and of course the sweet thing gets so worked up, all hot and bothered from having someone pampering him this much, cock all hard and weeping between his thighs and there’s no way you’ll have him this tense before a mission so of course you sneak your hand between his legs and gently pumping his length

He’s clawing at your arm, head lolling back onto your shoulder as groans and whimpers escape him.

It doesn’t take much before the sweet thing is inching closer to his release, head burying into your neck and begging you to let him finish and who are you to deny him?

You quickly dry him up and help him dress before you ready yourself for the mission.

Youre checking your weapons and gear going over whatever you’ll need before taking the liberty to check his stuff and he’s all red in the face muttering curses under his breath but he absolutely loves everything you do for him and the rest of tf141 knows it as they stand there quietly chuckling in the background

Well out on the field you’re hot on his heal, your form towering over him, chest flushed to his back, hand on him to keep him in close vicinity while moving quietly

And if a bullet happens to graze him you’re lashing out at whoever wasn’t properly covering him getting all up in their face and cursing them out so much that Price has to pull you back by the waist while trying to suppress the smile tugging at his lips

And on your way back home you’re checking up on him constantly, even sitting next to him in the helicopter, thighs flush with his, arm around him, letting him lean his body onto yours, and checking every once a while on the injury he’s got

And of course when you’re back home you got him sprawled out on the bed, head buried between his legs, making him cum over and over, til there’s nothing but pathetic spurts of cum coming from him.

As he lay there, sated and fucked out, Price realizes he’s finally let someone else have control for once.

[littlemelaninfics]

Ma’am I currently have covid so I’m chillin my room & was wondering if you could possibly take the time out to write some disrespectful dirty af smut for my mans Colby? Like make up sex type shet 🥵🥵😏😏

Thank you boo 💝

(gif not mine)

You tried explaining the whole way home that women gawk at him all the time and that you got used to it, but he's having none of it.

This all started at the award show we went to tonight. One of his fellow creators was making googly eyes at your cleavage the whole night and Colby took notice. What drove it home was when we pulled into the driveway and our neighbor Joseph made a comment about how we both looked nice, me especially.

Colby shook his head with his signature smirk and I knew I would have to be doing some groveling tonight.

Joseph has caused issues with us before as he's in his early 40's, a well respected surgeon with 2 Ph.d's, a Doctorate and easy on the eyes. This causing Colby to feel inferior when a "chode nose having, geriatric, Chris Hansen's most wanted grown ass man with an end of adolescence fetish" shamelessly flirts with you in front of him like he's better than him.

"Sam and I have businesses too."

"I know, baby."

"I'm fucking damn near 20 years younger than him and I'm well respected in my field, I'm with the woman I'm going to spend the rest of my life with, I have the best fucking friends, I've traveled, I've won awards AND I was Joe fucking Rogen's podcast. He is not better than me," he said looking you directly in your eyes.

Once his rant was over, you grabbed the sides of his face as a way to calm him down knowing his anger wasn't directed at you. This was 8 months ago, 3 weeks after you moved in

Tonight he walked through the door with a huff, not bothering to hold it open.

"Um, thanks. Dick." I called out to him when I stopped the door from slamming in my face. I saw him swallow some of what was in his glass before speaking for the first time in a long while,

"You love that shit, don't you?"

I stop in my tracks and turn to face him,

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

"Them! All of them looking at you. One of which lives right next door. You fuck him yet? Is that why he's trying so hard to be my friend with that condescending, shit eating grin?"

"You're drunk and I'm going to bed. I already said I was sorry for my tits being on full display. What do you want me to do? Get a reduction?"

He brought his glass to his lips once more and raised his eyebrows.

"Fuck. You." I turned back around to stomp up the stairs to decompress. I take off my jewelry and shawl before unzipping the gown I'm in.

I walk in the bathroom and turn on the water. I go under the sink grabbing my favorite body wash and take a much needed shower. When I exit I see Colby undressing at the dresser, facing the mirror.

I know he didn't mean it in the slightest, but I'm still upset about what he suggested about my breast size so I decide to put on a show for someone who enjoys them in all their glory. Still in my towel, I saunter over to my side of the dresser and grab my favorite body lotion.

In that time, I notice Joseph's office light is on and the blinds are cracked. I walk over to our curtains and open them before sitting on the bed.

To anyone else, it looked like I wanted to let the city lights in, but he knew. They both did. Colby eyed me in the mirror before looking out the window.

Without a single word, he drags me along out to our balcony where the cool air heats up. He bends me over the balcony and slaps my ass. Colby pulls down my panties and inserts himself into me.

He grabs my neck and forces me to arch my back as he pounds into me.

"What's my name?"

"Dick."

He grabs my hair, “What’s my name, Y/N?”

“Daddy.” I whimper

“I can’t hear you, princess,” my body shudders and my pussy gets wetter as his grip tightens around my neck.

“Daddy!” I scream out.

“That’s right. Who else makes you feel this good? Hmmm? Tell me.”

I move my arm back to try to slow him down a bit, but he moves it away. I stand up straight and Colby wraps his free arm around my waist pushing his dick further up into me. My eyes roll the back of my head. He moves to my ear and I can hear his heavy breathing,

“Answer me”

“You, Colby! Fuck I’m gonna cum!" My vision starts to go dark and he chuckles,

“No you’re not, Baby. You’re gonna hold it like a good girl.” I whine at his words and dig my nails into his tensed muscular thigh.

He exits me and jacks off, letting my cum drip over off his tip. His head falls back at the sensation before making his next command,

“On the chair ass up” I go over to the chair and place my hands on the arm rests. He smacks my ass and I moan. My legs shake as I bite my lip. I feel Colby enter me again this time a little slower. Making me feel the length of his pulsating cock.

He gives that first good thrust, having my ass bounce back on him which only prompts him to smack it more.

“Daddy that feels so good” I stand on my tippy toes and arch my back further down.

“Bounce on me baby” I begin meeting his thrusts. He slips out of me, but immediately puts it back in getting my closer to my orgasm.

“Fuck you’re so sexy,” he plays with my clit making me shake.

“Can I please cum daddy please.”

“Hold it” he demands. He pounds harder and my eyesight gets weaker.

“Ugh daddy please” my body rattles and Colby cums balls deep in me. I can’t hold it anymore and I squirt over our feet, inevitably pushing him out. I scream out his name when he flicks his still hard cock over my soaking clit, dragging out the streams of ecstasy. I see Joseph's lights go off, but I don't care. I feel lips press to my shoulder blade with a slight bite and chuckle. Colby knows he won.

“That’s it, baby. I want it all over me," he smirks before sinking to his knees and lapping me up with licks and slurps. He stands back up and spins me around to make me taste myself. To my surprise, he spits the mixture of our cum into my mouth with the darkest eyes I've seen.

My knees go weak and I moan into his mouth. His hand wraps around my throat one more time,

“You’re mine don’t forget that," he says. Leaving me naked and spent out in the crisp Summer night.

a/n: there is a sentence that says Joseph is into women who are at the end of adolescence and and i just wanted to hat it noted that adolescence doesn't end until 24 years old

[hannibals-favourite-meal]

.⋆｡Morning Voice｡⋆.

König x plus size reader

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x plus size reader

Just imagine their morning voices

Warnings: Lou is thirsty again, implied smut, secret relationship, mutual pinning, injuries, fluff, little angst, itty bitty bit of smut, might be ooc König, mention of stitches

WC: 970

Minors DNI

Library- @hannibals-favourite-meal-library

König

It was the voices that woke you up. They were muffled behind the door to your private room but just loud enough to rouse you from a surprisingly restful sleep. You blinked your eyes open but the warmth that surrounded you and the heavy weight across your soft stomach urged you back to sleep.

Just as your eyelids fluttered shut once more, a thought occurred to you. You shuffled backwards just slightly and your ass came into contact with something hard and teasingly hot. There came a deep groan from above your head and the weight around your stomach tightened, drawing you even further back into them.

“Stop moving, liebling.” (darling) His voice rumbled through you like an earthquake, shaking you down to your core. It was breathy but not weak, no, you could hear its power waiting just below the surface. The German rolled off his tongue in a way that made your eyes roll back into your head.

“König.” You whimpered. “You have to go, they’ll find out.” But you made no effort to pull away from his protective hold, in fact you snuggled back into the colonel, putting your right hand on top of his own much larger one. 

He laughed softly into your hair before planting a kiss to the crown of your head. “I think you would rather me stay spatzi.” (little sparrow) Long fingers danced down your plump stomach, drawing closer and closer to your core. “I think you need me right here.” 

You gasped as he finally cupped your mound, the butt of his hand brushing against your overworked clit. “König.” You bit your lip, trying to keep your voice down.

“That seems to be all you can say this morning.” He teased and rolled his hips into your ass, forcing his hardening length between her cheeks. “How about I make you scream it?”

Ghost

The words on the report in front of you had stopped making sense about 2 paragraphs ago but you continued your attempt at reading the action report just to distract from the sight only a few feet away from you. The room was silent save for the quiet beeping of the heart monitor and the almost deafening sound of your own breathing.

With a groan, you threw the folder of papers onto your cluttered desk and looked back up to the bed in front of you. 

He was only wearing a tight black shirt and tan cargo pants but you had insisted that the old skull balaclava remain firmly on his head. His wide chest rose and fell consistently, giving you peace of mind even as your hands still burned from stitching up so much of his body and the smell of blood still overpowered that hospital smell you had grown so used to.

He looked so small laying on the infirmary cot, his normally overwhelming presence now dwindling down to an ember and it broke your heart. Not because you were in love with the man! You cared out of professional obligation given you were the only doctor for the 141. 

As the clock struck 3 am, you stood up from your desk and approached the bed. You told yourself that you were just going to check his stitches but you never even touched his bandages. Instead you sat on the rickety folding chair that Gaz had found in one of the broom closets. 

Simon’s hand was devastatingly cold as you took it into your own. You cradled his palm, tracing over the various silvery lines of scars with your fingertips. Exhaustion hit you all at once and you couldn’t help but slump over the huge man, your head coming to rest on his thick thigh. “Only for a second,” You muttered, “Just need to rest my eyes.”

His whole body ached as Simon slowly slipped back into consciousness. His mouth was dry and parts of his skin felt stretched to its limits. But as he opened his eyes, all of that faded away. You were dead asleep on his lap, holding his hand as small snores escaped your lips.

He tutted at the huge dark bags beneath your eyes and he vaguely wondered how long you had been awake for. With his other hand, he cupped your head, marvelling at the way that he almost covered your whole head. You grunted softly and nuzzled into his touch.

Simon would love to let you keep sleeping especially since you were using him as a pillow but your neck was at a weird angle and he didn’t imagine that the metal folding chair you were sitting on was particularly comfortable. 

So with a considerable amount of hesitation, he spoke up. “Doc.” His voice was broken and husky, just barely louder than the machines attached to him. Your brows scrunched and you burrowed further into his thigh, clutching his left hand even tighter.

He smiled beneath his balaclava. 

Pain ripped through his body as Simon bent forward. He slipped his hand from your hold carefully in order to slip them both under your armpits. You were a dead weight in his arms, exacerbating the tight stitches on his sides but he still pulled you up easily, laying your soft body down between his legs. 

Your head fell to his shoulder, nose immediately pushing against his throat. “Si?” You asked sleepily, attempting to sit up but a hand on your shoulder and another one on your wide hip prevented you from moving. 

“Go back to sleep doc, I’ll still be hurt in the morning.” Heat crawled up your neck with the deepness of his voice and you found yourself unable to disagree, even though you were probably causing him even more pain. You nodded against his skin and Simon squeezed your hip gently. “That’s my good girl.” He purred.

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[simonsdoll]

141+Los Vaqueros with a

s/o who calls them daddy

for the first time in bed

A/n: There’s lots of hcs on this one cuz I got a random burst of whoreness out of nowhere so be glad.I have made y’all a bonus with the vaqueros because why not yall deserve it and some of y’all are whores for it 🤷🏻‍♀️😭

WARNING: NSFW CONTENT AND MDNI

PRICE

- When you called him daddy for the first time he immediately started to blush and something primal in him took over

- Gets off to the idea fucking you so hard the only word you could say was daddy

- Not wanting you to call him babe or baby but only daddy because hearing you say it gets him hard. Threatening you that he’ll stop fucking you if you don’t

- How his little princess just has to scream daddy to get him to cum inside you

- Calls you his good girl when you ride him until you both cum. Thrusting his hips into you once you both cum and waiting to cum again due to overstimulation

- He’s a grown man and is tough in and out but will cry if you edge him and overstimulate him too much. Him letting out the loudest whimper/moan when you don’t stop after he came. Often will return the favor for being his sweet girl that can only make him cry.

GHOST

- When you call him daddy for the first time in bed he froze and got quiet

- He pinned you down to the bed and started fucking you hard and slow and once you started screaming the word when he would fuck you nice and rough that’s when he started to love it.

- Telling you how his sweet girl looks so cute when his hand is wrapped around her throat fucking her until she can no longer speak

- How fuckable you are when you tease him and call him daddy and fuck his little girl for being his good girl when you take him all in

- How proud he is of his good girl when you take him into your mouth and let him throat fuck you until he sees his cum drool onto your lips and chest

- Calls you his good girl when you keep eye contact whether he’s throat fucking you or fucking you onto his cock when your riding him

- Looks at you with pure lust when he pulls out after a creampie and just makes him more possessive over you and telling you that your his good girl ONLY

- Promises that he’ll leave his sweet princess so full of his cock and cum that you’ll feel him long gone after he’s gone

SOAP

- He would 100% tease you from now on once he heard you call him daddy in bed for the first time

- He would get so turned on that he would pin you to the bed and choke you and make out with you

- He would teasingly pick up the pace and hear you scream daddy every time he pounded you too hard and constantly asking who’s the one making you feel so good and if he’s going too fast

- Calls you his smart girl when you take charge in bed and constantly praising you for it for making daddy feel so good under your control and will

- How his princess looks and feels so good when your under him and leaving love bites on your body for being such a tease

- Calls you his good girl when you let him eat you out and you cum on his fingers and make you taste yourself on his fingers

GAZ

- When you call him that for the first time he looked at you in pure adoration and he from now on only called you sweet praises

- Fucking you in-front of a mirror and telling you how good you look when he’s fucking you from behind and how well his little girl is doing

- Gets even more horny when he purposely goes slower so you beg him and call him daddy so he pounds you even harder into him

- He’s a sucker for you tying him up to watch you play with yourself and not being able to do anything about it

- Calls you his good girl when he’s using toys on you and you don’t move too much and just let him guide you through the pleasure. And getting even harder when you scream daddy once your orgasm hits

RUDY

- When he heard it for the first time he couldn’t help but get flustered

- Calls you his niña preciosa when you ride him like his cock is yours (precious girl)

- Screaming papi when he’s fingering you so fast causing you to orgasm so good

- Leaves hickeys on your neck when your being his sweet girl for letting him fuck you in all the ways he wanted

- When he’s on top he kisses you and calls you his niña hermosa and telling you how small and submissive you look under him (beautiful girl)

- Sometimes cries from the pleasure and telling you how good you’re making daddy feel when you give him a hand job and going overboard and overstimulating him

ALEJANDRO

- When he heard you call him daddy for the first time he had the biggest smirk on his face

- Just knowing he was going to ruin you and manhandle you in all ways for being such a tease

- Calls you his good girl when you let him overstimulate you for his own pleasure

- Likes to praise you and call chiquita hermosa when he looks at you and sees your reaction of him fucking you nice and rough hearing your precious whimpering and moaning (beautiful baby)

- When fucking you from the back he would slap your ass till it’s red and telling you how his good girl can take it for making daddy feel so good.

- Loves to degrade you. When your doing such a good job for daddy he calls you his puta hermosa every time your about to make him cum. (Beautiful whore)

- Loves when you call him daddy when you praise him and telling him that daddy makes you feel so good

- When you ride him he’ll always joke and say that how your riding him is why your a vaquera now

- Pounds you so good that he’ll have you screaming his name and encouraging you to be as loud as possible telling you how good daddy makes you scream

- Since you make him feel so good he returns the favor and makes your pleasure his number one priority and completely fucks you till your body goes limp and you’ve came at least multiple times

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[russic]

A Taste of You: The Attack on Titan Edition

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Can I ask you a question? 

With the return of Attack on Titan, did you notice that the men hit different? Yeah, me too. Just imagine getting a taste of these guys in the bedroom:

Eren Jeager

1. Swallow; don’t spit. 

If there is one rule that Eren had to require in the bedroom, it would be no spitting. You’re only swallowing when it comes to Eren Jeager’s cum. 

When you attended Jean’s small get-together, you never imagined yourself at the mercy of Eren Jeager on Jean’s bed. What began as light flirting quickly turned dirty; so dirty that your styled hair was deeply entangled in Eren’s large fingers as he guided your willing mouth to fulfill his pleasure. 

“You’re such a good little cock sucker.” 

Eren praised you as he trapped himself in a trance looking into your big eyes. He could fall in love with your wild gaze that refused to leave his own as your throat closed around him tighter and tighter. 

Starting to witness your delicate face turning red, Eren, unfortunately, pulled your mouth away from his pulsing cock. He was mesmerized by the line of saliva that connected your tongue to the part of his body that already missed the warmth of your throat. 

Leaning down to your ear, Eren gripped your hair tighter pulling you close. When his soft lips touched the tip of your ear, you fought to beg him for more. Instead, you gasped for air missing the desperate way your body succumbed to his every need. 

“To think the throat of such an innocent woman is this good. I had to pull you off before I busted in your little mouth.” 

Eren nearly gasped when he heard a soft whimper escape your mouth saying, “please.” 

“Please?” He repeated. 

Locking your eyes together, your orbs held a pleading look as you begged the long-haired man with the little amount of air you managed to capture in your lungs.

“Please, I want to swallow your cum, ‘Ren. I need to taste you.” 

Knowing he had finally had you hooked, Eren satisfyingly responded, “As you wish, baby.” 

Nearly two minutes flew by as you savored Eren’s cock attempting to make the toxic man blow a huge load into your mouth. As Eren proceeded to move you head back and forth on his dick; you continued to suck deeper and deeper. 

As a single tear began to escape from your eye, Eren’s legs began to twitch. Adjusting his tough grip on the back of your head, he slammed his cock to the back of your throat feeling you begin to gag. Quickly, you felt him spill a load of his thick and sticky cum into your throat. 

You swallowed. 

Once. 

Twice. 

You gasped the third time as a few drops of cum escaped your mouth. Eren watched as the drops danged from your full lips and dropped onto Jean’s dark comforter. Chuckling, Eren forcefully pulled your face up to his own.

“Swallow, don’t spit.” 

“Sorry, baby. I’ll do better next time.” 

“Oh, I know you will. Open up, baby. Show me how much you want to be my little whore. Try again.” 

2. Doggy Style 

Eren loves being deep inside of your body. The deepest position to hit your cervix is doggy style. He won’t hesitate to throw your body on its knees and make his hips connect with your plump cheeks because the position has grown to become his guilty pleasure. 

If there was one position Eren would call his favorite, it would be seeing your body flipped over waiting on your hands and knees to be fucked anywhere Eren will chose. 

Tonight, Eren knew that he wanted to feel your pussy clench around him as he drilled inside of your cunt; pushing you closer and closer to your final goal: your fifth orgasm of the night. 

As the bed shook violently beneath your sweaty bodies, Eren couldn’t help but watch as his veiny hands grabbed onto your hips as he repeatedly slammed your ass back onto his pelvis. Beneath your cries of pleasure, he could hear the clap of your skin hitting together; music to his own ears. According to the selfish titan shifter, nothing sounded better than the joining of your bodies. 

You gasped over and over again as your cunt contracted several times around his cum-covered cock giving Eren what he calls, “the greatest feeling of his life.” 

“Please, ‘Ren; harder; deeper.” You pathetically begged as if you had a choice of what the man above you would be doing to your submissive body. Each time you had sex, Eren already determined how he was going to wreck your body, but tonight he pushed over the edge; you asked to be torn apart. 

Growling, Eren’s arm reached up. He wrapped his right hand around your throat from behind. As the circulation to your throat was cut off, your eyes nearly bulged out of your head. When you began desperately gasping for air, Eren pounded into your cunt the deepest he has ever been inside of your pussy. 

“You asked for this, you little slut. You asked to have this pussy fucked; didn’t you?” Eren demanded an answer. However, no words escaped your drooling mouth; nothing could. The pleasure Eren forced your body to withstand overdrew every thought in your head. You could hear nothing; only feel the throbbing of his cock against your gushing walls. 

Suddenly Eren stopped his vicious assault on your cunt. Trying to find the words to plead him to continue, you looked back as he gripped onto your neck harder. 

“Answer me.” 

Gulping, you managed to speak a quiet, “Yes, baby.” 

Armin Arlert 

1. Eye Contact

Armin Arlert is known to be the sweetest man on the face of the globe. Time after time Armin praises your features declaring you, “the most beautiful woman on Earth.” One of your greatest features is your eyes. Thats why when Armin hovers over your body giving you the ultimate amount of pleasure, he enjoys seeing how he’s breaking and pushing against your walls. 

Hovering above your shaking figure, Armin cannot help but study your body as he thrust in and out of your hungry pussy. The way your breast bounce each time his cock reaches your cervix and the way legs shake from overstimulation always drives him wild. 

Stopping his thrust, your eyes open wide. Lightly, you pout as you miss the feeling of Armin’s cock pushing its way inside of your cunt. Noticing your disappointed reaction, Armin chooses to take a moment to lift his hand to your face. Slowly, his thumb traces the outline of your plump lips as his stare doesn’t drift away from your eyes. Leaning down to your ear delicately touching his soft lips to your lobe, Armin smiles and whispers, “You’re such a pretty angel, but even angels are sinners.” 

Pulling out, Armin harshly trusts back inside of your pussy causing your head to throw back from the sheer pleasure you adored too much. Stopping again, you lifted your head to make eye-contact with the teasing blonde yet again. 

“Please, don’t stop.” You begged, acknowledging you were too close to an intense orgasm to endure Armin’s cruel teasing episodes. 

The blonde chuckled before muttering, “Then don’t let your eyes leave mine.” 

2. Lingerie 

To Armin, there is nothing more beautiful than your body adorned in the finest lace and silk that only his eyes are permitted to see. As soon as Armin sees you wrapped in some gorgeous lingerie, he can’t help but fuck you in it. 

Seeing your lovely figure wrapped in an adorable pink and black lingerie set was one image Armin could never forget. The way the colored lace adorned on your delicate skin until it ended was nothing short of the phrase “remarkable.” 

Leaning down to your plump lips, he loved the way your soft skin felt against his own. He adored the feeling of his member pressed against your wet thong teasing you. Lovingly, Armin’s slender fingers danced across your skin praising each cell he touched. Armin wanted to make you aware of your beauty, thus, he whispered something he considered vital; a key phrase you wanted to keep hearing every day of your life:

“You’re the most beautiful woman on Earth,” the mesmerized blonde spoke.

 Looking into his deep blue eyes, Armin smashed your lips together and trailed his hand slowly down past your bellybutton.

Moaning against his soft lips, you gasped at the way Armin’s fingers lightly danced across your cunt perfectly. Just from your intimate sessions, you knew Armin was meant to be near you, inside of you, and beside you, forever. 

Looking down, Armin tore his eyes away from yours to memorize your body’s twists and curves as the small sheer fabric still adorned your body. And though he craved to see the skin lying underneath, he remained perfectly content by staring at your body because he knew you were the most gorgeous woman in the world. 

“Armin, baby.” You called softly. Your fiancé looked up at you and smiled. 

“Yes, baby.” 

“Wreck me; fuck me full of you.” 

Your naughty command had Armin grinning ear-to-ear. Taking a handful of your pink panties and hovering your awaiting lips above his own, Armin answered, “You got it, baby.” 

Immediately, you felt the fabric tear in two pieces. Staring down at your pelvis, you saw your underwear was shredded. Armin softly pulled away the undergarment from your body as he adjusts his position above you. 

“Ready, baby?” 

Jean Kirstein

1. Eating Pussy 

Jean is such a selfless man; he’s always thinking of your needs first. Thus, whenever you’re ready to be taken to the bedroom, Jean’s first immediate thought is imaging himself burying his tongue deep within your pussy as you moan his name out of pure pleasure. 

From your lips escaped a soft moan that caused Jean to look up from his position. Maintaining intense eye contact with you at the bottom of the bed, Jean cockily smirked into your wet cunt. The brown-haired sex addict managed to separate his cum-coated lips from your cunt to tease you. 

“Such a pretty pussy baby. God, I’ve been craving a taste.” Jean muttered watching your face twist in pleasure as he slowly slides his fingers up and down your cunt spreading your pussy lips to see the inside of what he adores calling, “his.” 

Spreading your legs as far as you could, you harshly knit your fingers into his brown hair. Teasingly, he slides his hands under your ass and begins to caress the inside of your thigh with his tongue. Slowly, for what felt like an entire year, he kissed his way towards your core until you could feel his warn breath on your pussy again. 

“Please, baby.” You breathlessly begged for him to continue. 

“Say it again, baby. Beg, you sound so fucking good when you cry like a baby.” Jean teased. 

“Please, eat my pussy, Jean. Please.” You begged relentlessly. 

Smiling like a kid of Christmas morning, Jean leaned down and allowed his tongue to caress your pussy, your clit, and your outer lips drawing from the wetness that desperately continued to leak out of you. 

At his stimulation, you felt as if you had no power. Jean’s tongue was too talented for its own good. You were controlled by it’s sheer movement. 

Up and down; round and round, slow and fast, as he french-kissed the place you needed him the most. He went faster, increasing his passion and even adding a finger pumping it in and out of your desperate body. He went faster and harder adding to the suspension until your cunt couldn’t control itself any longer. Clamping down on his long fingers, your legs began to shake from his tongue caressing your puffy clit. 

Immediately feeling your release, Jean pulled away from your cunt smiling with your juices dripping down his chin. 

“You taste so good, baby girl; time for the main event.” 

2. Ride ‘um Cowgirl 

Jean loves seeing your sex-craved eyes as you’re bouncing up and down on his dick desperately chasing your release. Just attempting to switch his gaze between your determined eyes, bouncing tits, and wet cunt swallowing his dick provides him with the greatest pleasure. 

Your hips moved in perfect circles causing your boyfriend’s cock to sink in and out of your pussy as he stared intensely at your body, mesmerized. You were talented, that's for sure, and if Jean loved anything more than your heart, it was the way you could ride his cock. Thus, beneath your bouncing body became Jean’s favorite place to be. 

“So fucking beautiful, princess.” Jean lightly muttered watching was his pulsing cock bury deep inside of you. Moaning, you threw your head back shooting a large smile to the stars as you sat yourself on his pelvis. 

Looking through your messy hair, you looked into Jean’s big brown eyes and hovered closer to his mouth. Leaning into his ear, you whispered,

“You’ve come to adore this image; don’t you, baby?” 

Jean’s eyes traced over your flawless body. Loving his line of vision, Jean bit his lip and gently caressed the skin residing over your waist and hips. He knew you were right. He loved his awaiting body underneath you more than he loved anything in the world. You gaining pleasure off of something he had to offer only you; there was nowhere else he’d rather be. 

Seeing Jean nod, you smirked. You adored the control Jean allowed you to have over his lean body. Resting your hands on his abs, you pushed your body up so Jean’s hard cock nearly slipped out of your cunt. Biting your lip, you smiled as you intensely pounded down on your boyfriend yet again. Grunting, Jean knew he was in paradise. 

Loving his reaction, you increased your pace faster and faster until the slightly submissive brown-haired man was nearly shaking from sheer pleasure. Watching his defined legs move uncontrollably, you chuckled. 

Grabbing a handful of his hair, you forced Jean to look into your eyes impatiently demanding, “cum inside of me, handsome.” 

Reiner Braun

1. Stomach Bulges 

It is no secret that Reiner Braun has a size kink. Literally, everyone knows about it. Could you blame the man though? Reiner’s huge and he enjoys seeing his well-defined body make prints and indentations where they do not belong. 

“Fuck, babygirl.” Reiner couldn’t help but loudly moan as he couldn’t manage to separate his drenched cock from the feel of your pussy walls tightly gripping him. He concentrated on nothing but the way your cunt perfectly engulfed every crevasse of your cunt, including your cervix. 

“Y-Yes, Reiner. Just like that, baby.” You barely managed to breath out as you entangled your nimble fingers with his worn hands. Reiner grunted only fucking your cunt harder as your body began to wither beneath his own. 

Realizing your body was too close to bursting; Reiner’s pace softened. He leaned down to your ear. Smiling against your lobe, Reiner’s voice raised goosebumps across your skin as he proceeded to ask,

“Where do you feel me, baby?” Reiner asked as if he was an innocent angel. 

Acknowledging that you couldn’t utter a phrase through the moans escaping your mouth, you managed to trust one of your shaking arms. Harshly, you brought your entangled hands to your stomach and placed his palm over your belly. 

Paying attention to your staggered movements, Reiner’s heart nearly stopped when he could feel his cock forming stomach bulges inside of your body. 

“Do you love that baby?” Nodding, you tossed your head back onto Reiner’s shoulder and proceeded to beg your bulky boyfriend for more. 

“Yes, please. Please fuck me, Reiner.” 

“Anything for my angel.” 

2. Titty Bouncing  

Reiner loves a plump ass, but he’s ultimately a boob guy. He adores a nice pair of breasts and is not scared to admit his adoration towards your own. Thus, when Reiner has any opportunity, he won’t hesitate to place your awaiting body in a missionary position and watch your tits bounce to the rhythm of his trusts. 

Staring down at your body excreting sheer pleasure, Reiner never felt more satisfied with himself. He was the reason why your mouth hung open as satisfied moaning-noises poured itself from your red lips. Your legs shook intensely as you approached your release, and your hands gripped the bedsheets. However, the best part (in Reiner’s opinion) were your plump breasts bouncing back and forth matching the rhythm of your lover’s heavy thrusts. 

Reaching towards your chest with his right hand, Reiner’s palm fit perfectly around your breast. He held your chest roughly squeezing it between his fingers as it continued to bounce. Reiner’s grip caused you to gasp and open your eyes to look into your lover’s blue orbs. 

Staring at your chest, Reiner spoke, “Who’s are these, baby?” He asked as if he didn’t know your answer. 

“Y-yours,” you muttered through the series of moans that forced their way out of your lips. “All yours.” 

“Who’s?” The blonde asked again gripping your other breast. Reiner moved his hands in circles twisting and turning your tits as he rubbed his thumbs over your nipples proceeding to pump his cock in and out of your cunt. 

“REINER BRAUN’S” You yelled. Immediately, you could see the short-haired blonde’s satisfied grin growing. A light chuckle sounded throughout the dimly-lit bedroom as he slowed his assault on your cunt. You pouted from disappointment as Reiner’s thrusts slowed down. 

Reiner suddenly released your tits from his grasp only to lean down. Looking into your eyes, Reiner’s mouth wrapped around your nipple licking the sensitive bud. Your back arched from pleasure as you indirectly begged Reiner to thrust inside your cunt again. 

Separating his mouth from your breast, Reiner locked eyes as a devious smile spread across his face. Pulling complete out of your pussy, Reiner rammed his cock inside of your body hitting your cervix. 

“REINER!” You screamed. 

Satisfied with your loud and desperate tone, Reiner muttered, “say it again, princess.” 

Levi Ackermann

1. Duct Tape 

Having your whimpering body at his mercy is amazing, but having complete control over your “loud-ass mouth” is even better; Well, according to the captain himself. 

You can clearly remember staring into Levi’s eyes as he applied the shiny black duct tape over your lips after bounding your hands together. He stared at you with a sense of lust and admiration lying within his dark eyes. 

Typically, you weren’t the couple to get too crazy considering you both were busy everyday of your lives, but after sneaking a peak at Levi’s search history and discovering his wish to bound you, you couldn’t help but purchase a roll of duct tape and beg humanity’s strongest soldier to, “tie me up and fuck me like the whore I am.” 

Who was Levi to deny your request?

Just ten minutes later, your wet cunt squeezed Levi’s hard member as he drilled himself into of your pussy at a fast pace. Though he couldn’t hear your sweet cries of pleasure, he was turned on by the way your encouragement spoke through your pussy. It begged to be fucked by sucking him in and out of your sopping gushy walls. 

“Thats it, baby; you’re doing so good.” 

Your muffled moans could be heard as he pounded into your cervix. You 

could only throw your ass towards his hips waiting for his order to release your pent-up orgasm. Only then could he fill you to the brim and stay inside of your cunt to enjoy the warmth you will provide him. 

“You’re such a good fucking girl when that filthy mouth of yours can’t speak a fucking word. What? Is this cock too much for you?” You shook your head hoping Levi wouldn’t stop only to lay your head on the bed. You didn’t have the strength inside of your body to hold your head up anymore. 

Levi chuckled at your submissiveness as you pressed back against his hips again. 

Raising his right hand, Levi laid a loud smack on your ass creating a red handprint. Your eyes widened. You thought your cunt couldn’t get any wetter, but you were nearly cumming because your Levi decided to smack your ass. 

“Oh no, you’re not cumming, yet.” 

2E. 2H. Threesomes with Erwin or Hange  

Everyone believes Levi Ackermann is a greedy man, but I beg to differ. This man wouldn’t mind sharing your gorgeous body with his two closest friends that he knows have yearned to hear your pleasureful moans for years. Other people, yeah no. 

“Stare at him.” Your vicious husband ordered. 

Looking up through your innocent eyes, you stared at your commander meeting his baby blue pools. Slowly, the blonde trailed his tough hand through your hair and smiled down at you. 

“Grab it, (y/n).” The commander ordered. Looking ahead of you, you stared at the massive cock dangling in front of your face just begging to be touched. Reaching out, you wrapped your nimble fingers around the large member only to hear your husband behind you chuckling. 

To your surprise, you gasped as your husband rammed himself into your cunt in one fluid motion like pounding inside of your begging pussy was second nature. You continued to breathe hard as Levi began rocking harder and harder into you causing your hair to bounce and your face to repeatedly hit Erwin’s cock that still lied right in front of you. 

“Fuck,” you muttered looking back to see your husband’s eyes watching you as you pumped the commander while be plowed from behind. 

“Thats it, baby.” Levi muttered loving the view in front of him. Nothing looked better than you silently begging him. Seeing you look to his eyes, pleading him to rip you apart while the commander watches. Levi knew Erwin always loved you deep down, and showing him who owned your cunt was his plan. This was how Levi perfectly executed it; sharing you, but really only claiming you. 

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[catmelonwriting]

Oohmygofd pleaaase plsplspls write bulimic reader... As some1 who's bulimic i will die if u do (positively)

BSD Men with a bulimic!reader

Warnings: Bulimia, not proofread, vomit type purging, very self inserted and based off my experiences, bad body image, reader is not underweight, hurt/comfort, a couple usages of (name) in akutagawa's bc I just can't see this man using pet names

Characters: Akutagawa, Chuuya

A/N: I'm sooo glad I'm not the only one who wanted this.. I was really hesitant to write it bc my blog is entirely smut and that usually does better than hurt/comfort, angst, or fluff, but if I'm not the only person who wants it I'm deffy gonna write it!! I don't really like Akutagawas I definitely didn't do him justice but I loveeeee chuuya's

Akutagawa

- Probably will not notice until you tell him.. just thinks you're sick or something when he hears coughing noises from the bathroom.

- From then on he's really concerned, he'll probably do a lot of research on it (w/o you knowing ofc)

- Will try and get you into treatment, even just IOP, but if you refuse HE is going to monitor everything your eating

- If you do end up binging in the middle of the night or while he's not there, the bathroom is off limits for the next 45 minutes.

- He will literally stand in the way of the doorway if you try to go, he's not risking anything.

- If you try not to eat too much the next day to 'make up for it' he'll sit with you while you eat and give you encouraging words here and there, but neither of you are getting up till your finished.

One shot

You're kneeled over the bathroom toilet, the back of a toothbrush nudging your throat, when you let out a loud gag. You immediately take the toothbrush out and cover your mouth.. you had learned to be so quiet after akutagawa found out about your eating disorder, how could you let that happen?

You hear footsteps approaching the bathroom door before three short knocks. "Yeah, Ryū?" You ask, your voice was raspy and you sounded like you had been crying. Fuck, he knows.

"..(Name) are you alright? Are you doing something you shouldn't?" His voice was sharp, like he was angry. You knew he wasn't, you knew he would never be angry at your for something like this.. just.. upset, but you can't help the guilt that courses through your body at his words.

"No." You choke out, shuffling to shove the toothbrush back in the holder. "I heard gagging." You clear your throat, trying to get rid of the rasp. "Um.. I wasn't. Just coughing. I'm not feeling well." You call out, quickly flushing your thrown up dinner down the toilet. "I'll be out in a second."

You dig in the drawers for your perfume, air freshener, dry shampoo, anything you can spray to cover up the smell of your throw up, but you couldn't find anything. So you hesitantly clean your hands and leave the bathroom with the overwhelming smell of vomit filling it.

"Hey, love." You mumble, sitting down next to him on the couch, your voice shaky. "..(Name), don't lie to me. I know what you were doing." He mumbles, placing his hand on the back of your head, pulling you closer to him. You blink back tears as you push your face into his chest. "Im sorry.. I'm so so sorry.. I didn't mean to.. I didn't.." you choke out, sniffling.

"Don't apologize to me, dear. I'm not mad, or even upset. Just.. concerned. You told me you would stop." His voice sounded sympathetic, something you weren't used to with him. The smell of cigarette smoke hung on your jacket, a scent you had grown to love and found comforting since meeting him. The way his lanky, boney, ring covered fingers glided through your hair, his soft voice, it all comforted you, it all told you it was okay to cry.

His heart ached at the little gasps and sniffles and whimpers you let out whilst sobbing into his chest. It made him want to start bawling with you, but of course he wouldn't. He could never appear weak to you. "I'm sorry- I'm so sorry Ryu- I just can't stop- I can't stop no matter how hard I try.." you sob, hands moving to cling onto the fabric of his shirt. "I'm so sorry!"

"Oh baby.." he sighed. You didn't want to look up, you know he's looking down with pity. Pity you didn't want. "It's alright. I don't want you to cry, it's not your fault.. I understand- well, no, I don't. I don't understand, but I want to help you." Wrapping his arms around you, he leans into your head, the scent of your shampoo filling his nose.

That's where you two lay for the rest of your night, him whispering comforting words in your ears, giving you all the love you could ever ask for, something you'd never expect from a man like him.

Chuuya

- He notices within the first month of FRIENDSHIP

- The way you get up and scurry off to the bathroom after every meal you share, the guilt on your face after grabbing a third serving at the party you two are at, how quick you shove shit down your throat before tears well up in your eyes and you excuse yourself.. all of it.

- He definitely cares, but probably won't confront you about it till later on in the friendship if you're still having trouble

- He won't just send you a lousy "have you been eating properly?" Text either, he's gonna invite you over to his house making it known you two are gonna have a serious conversation, then sit you down in his living room then prod and probe till you admit it.

- If you're still struggling w/ it when you're dating/when you move in together (which you probably are bc eds are harsh) he'll be like Akutagawa and monitor everything you eat, just a little more stealthily

- He is not afraid to tell you to slow down if you seem to be overeating.. he takes the binging just as seriously as the purging.

Oneshot

You had awakened in the middle of the night with a need for food. Anything you could get your hands on you needed inside of you asap.

You quickly and carefully slipped out of his arms and out of bed, tip toeing to the kitchen and flicking the light on. The first thing you see is a brand new box of cereal you had bought today, Chuuya hadn't had it in awhile, it was his favorite as a kid and he seemed happy while buying it. Guilt tote through you when you ripped open the box and shuffled handfuls into your mouth, before discarding the half empty box on the ground.

You reached for the cake you two had made for your birthday last week, taking fistfuls with your bare hands and shoving the icing covered cake in your mouth.

After shoving everything in vicinity down your throat, you open the fridge to find a diet coke, or a regular, just anything with bubbles.. anything with carbonation to help you get this all up better. Anything. Your eyes land on an energy drink you had bought yesterday.. you were saving it for today, but in your eyes you needed it now.

You crack it open and glug it down, before looking at the mess you made on the floor. Empty boxes, half eaten cake, a carton of half eaten cookies, an empty bowl that was previously filled with salad, an empty milk carton.. you felt sick to your stomach. You needed this out of you now. Now.

You quietly tip toe to the bathroom, turning off the kitchen lights behind you and locking the door behind you, kneeling on the ground in front of the toilet. You hated doing this, you hated how gross you felt hovering over something where your ass went.. but you needed it gone. You couldn't gain weight.. you already felt so fat as it is no matter how much chuuya tried to convince you you're average.. you just couldn't believe it. Looking in the mirror all you could see was piles of fat.

You push the back of your toothbrush down your throat, gagging almost silently as the first few things came up. You recognized some chocolate, veggies, something.. red.. you didn't want to think about it too much as you shoved the toothbrush back down your throat. You watched as everything you ate came up opposite to the order you had it in.

Finally, you recognize barely chewed lumps of cereal fall into the toilet, and after you throw up stomach acid mixed with dark blood, you sigh, wipe your mouth and stand up, flushing the toilet, and clean yourself up.

Walking out of the bathroom, you see the kitchen lights on. Fuck. You could've sworn you turned those off.

Your ginger haired boyfriend turns the corner from the kitchen, looking you dead in the eyes with disappointment on his face. You wished you could just evaporate. "Love, what is this?" He sounded.. exasperated. Tired of you, tired of your illness, tired of having a girlfriend who can't just eat normally. You were tired of it too, but the Internet made recovery seem so much easier than it really was.

Tears flow out of your eyes as you wipe the remaining spit dribbling from your mouth away. "Did you throw up?" He sighs.. you can't tell if he's being sympathetic or if he's annoyed. Maybe both. All you can muster is a nod before you fall into his chest, letting out broken sobs and choking out apologies. From where you are you can glance into the kitchen, noticing he had cleaned up the little mess you made.

God, not only did he have to deal with such an emotional, disordered girlfriend.. he had to clean up after you too? You felt like such a terrible person, like you didn't deserve his love.

"Cmon, sweetie, let's go to bed. Let me tuck you in." He mutters sleepily. "Don't apologize.. don't apologize, it's not your fault. You know I'm not mad." His whispers comfort you and make you feel worse at the same time, you didn't understand it. "I'm not mad, just worried. I could never be mad at you." He speaks softly, nudging you towards the open door of your bedroom.

You whimper and sniffle as he tucks you into bed, before getting back in himself and wrapping his arms around your waist. He leans in, whispering sweet nothing's in your ear, tracing shapes in your hip, telling you you're beautiful and it'll all be okay until you fall asleep.

When you wake up the next morning, Chuuya isn't there. He must've gone to work already. You see a small note on the bedside table next to you, and hesitantly pick it up to read its contents.

"Hey doll, I'm sorry I left for work before we could talk about this in-person, and I definitely have a plan to speak to you about it tonight. But I wanted to let you know I'm not mad at you, nor am I upset with you, I'm just concerned for your well-being and safety. I want to get you into some treatment program because I'm not trained in this, and I don't really know how to help. I know this isn't entirely about your weight or how your body looks, but baby believe me when I say you're beautiful. You are the most gorgeous girl I have ever laid my eyes on and I am so lucky to have you. You are not 'too much' and your emotional baggage is not too much for me to carry. Even if it was, it's worth it for a girl as sweet and caring as you.

Love, Chuuya"

You hold the note close to your chest and push yourself backwards into bed, draping the covers over yourself and falling back asleep with his letter held close.

[sour-ggrapess]

WHAT ARE YOU DOING BIG BRO? ⋆ ˚｡🐇💗 ⋆୨୧˚ Big step bro shows you how much you're his favorite little princess.

Step!brother!tae x fem!virgin!reader

✧˖° Warnings; Virgin reader, force fuck, unprotected sex, 7 year age gap, daddy kink, semi public sex, boob play, fingering, crying, impregnation, forbidden sex, slight ddlg, oral (f), service top tae, impregnation kink , just nasty asf😩

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Taehyung met you on your seventh birthday when he was 12. He took liking into you very fast, the way you were so bubbly and cheerful made him love you. Tae never treated you like you were his little sister, he never called you anything mean, play fought with you or ignored you. He always wanted to be around you no matter what.

He did everything for you and with you making him like the dad you didn't know. He moved into your moms house with his father that didn't really care about you 'because you were too old to think of him as a father'. When you started hitting puberty he felt as if you were his and he needed to protect you, he bought all of your pads and told you about what was happening to you. He showed you how to shave and how to use a pad, he was one educated man and it was just for you.

Once you hit 18 the sexual tension started to build as you would catch him eyeballing your tits and ass as you walked around and how mad he had gotten when you told him about your first boyfriend.

Summer is near, its 90 degrees outside and you had things to do. Your pink sundress that was skin tight and your boobs spilled out of, your peach perfume lingered off your skin and your black shades fell on the bridge of your nose.

You still weren't sure why Tae had still lived with you and mom but he did at his grown age, you wanted to go to a fancy university but tae just gaslit you into going online and giving up on the collage experience but as long as he was happy right?

Small foot steps you didn't hear came up behind you as you dropped your sun glasses, bending down to pick them back up but before you could even grasp them a pair of cold hands run down your semi exposed ass. Chills run up your spine and wetness grows in your pink lacy panties.

"You look so pretty today princess" It was tae, his voice was raspy and you could hear the horniness in his voice as he spoke.

"W-what are you doing?"

"Let me make you feel good doll face, I know how bad you want it" arousal decorated his words. Taes plan wasn't to fuck you without consent but in the most respectful way he knew you were easy and knew you would say yes no matter how much you denied him.

"Cmon princess, I hear you at night and what you do with your little pink bunny."

His fingers moved down as they teased over the wet spot, shivers rolled over you. "Please d-don't" you whimpered as his fingers rubbed over your clit, "Let me be your better bunny. I can give you affection and I can make you feel even better than your other bunny. Please trust me" He pleaded with you and the offer sounded like a million bucks to you.

Soft whimpers left your mouth as he started to rub on your soft bud making the lace underneath you drenched. "I can feel how much you want me, your dripping through these cute little panties"

"Ive n-never done this before" you exhaled with a shaky breath. That's when he knew he won, he knew you gave in to him and now he could have you all to himself. His large hands grasped you and took you over to the couch.

"Im gonna make my little princess feel so good" He promised as he moved his face in between your thighs. He slid the ruined panties down your legs to see the strings of wetness that stuck to your clit and the underwear, "This pretty chubby cunt, so pure and wet for me." Tae groaned before he dug on your swollen clit, his hands held your chubby lips apart as his lips made contact with your clit. Your hands took grasp in the couch fabric as your back arched off the couch making your clit rub on his mouth even more.

"Dose my little princess like the way my tongue licks her cute virgin pussy? Tae groaned in between licks on your clit. "Mhmm, I love it" A high pitched moan escaped from your lips, Sudden shock washes over you as his middle finger slid into your tight pink hole. It sucked his finger in as if you were clenching your walls.

He never felt any pussy like it even the virgin ones hes been in. A burning feeling deep in your pussy every time he entered his finger in, "Take it out please i-it hurtsss!" You exclaimed as you tried to push him away.

"Its gonna feel better soon baby, I just gotta stretch you out if you want my cock, baby doll" His pace fastening as your moans got louder. "Shh, you don't want mommy to hear us do you?" His tongue dived into your hole and lapped up your juices like a man stranded on a desert for months, nails digging at light blond strands as your body contorted all ways anyone could think of. His tongue back to kitty licking on your clit as 2 fingers entered your hole, feeling of your high getting closer made strings of his name and moans escape your mouth. "I-Im gonna p-pee, stoughhh" you almost yelled as your cum flowed out on his fingers and slightly in his mouth. Mr. Bunny got you close and made you feel good but never good enough to make you cum.

Your cum on his fingers made him go wild, he tried his best to not lick it off. He brought his fingers to your mouth. "Lick it princess" he demanded, your tongue swirled around his digits tasting every little drop he gathered. He pulled his fingers out with a groan.

he inched forward with him now hovering over your boobs right before ripping your dress and popping one in his mouth with whimper. Shaky deep breaths leaving as you tried to control your moans, his tongue licked around the bud as his fingers played with the other.

"You taste so funking sweet, my little princess" He praised while taking his jeans off along with his boxers, his big cock sprung up with his pink tip leaking pre-cum all down his base down to his balls. You felt as of you were gonna throw up, you felt like a dirty whore and his cock was massive when you couldn't even take 2 fingers.

His hand takes grip of his cock and strokes it as more beads of pre-cum fall out his now sticky tip, "You gonna be a good girl and take this dick, hmm?" He cooed in a tone that was mocking the way you whined. "Y-yes, please go s-slow", he sat on the couch and placed you on his lap. "Ride this cock like you did mr. Bunny"

He was making you feel dirty and embarrassed and not to mention how nasty you felt about him but your pussy said otherwise as it dripped all over his thighs and the couch. Tae lifted his hips up as he took his cock in his hand, he slapped his length all over your clit making you jerk your body and try to move but his grip on your shoulders forced you down. "J-just put it i-in daddy" Was all you could say as tears rolled down your eyes at how frustrated he was getting you.

The nickname put him in a trance as forced you down onto his dick and started at a brutal pace not caring about the waterfalls of tears and the scream and squeals that bursted from your mouth. "T-take this cock like a g-good girl and stay still. " He groaned out, anyone with that had sex before would know your pussy was good the way he was moaning.

His balls slapping against your ass as he slammed you down on his cock with each thrust. The burn faded away as you started to feel the best feeling ever coming back, "G-gonna fill this little chubby cunt with my f'kin cum". You felt him hitting all the spots you needed to be hit and even the spots you didn't know you had.

"F-feels so g-good daddy...." was flying out your mouth left and right as you felt his cock punching your womb. You feel hot liquid spraying out making you snap out of your high when you realized you squirted all over him, Legs shaking and your walls clenching."Fucking shit" His last words before he slammed you down and shot his load right in your womb.

It had to be the hardest hes came in all his life. You felt full and bloated like a water balloon.

"My nasty little princess has the best pussy ever"

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[spooky-pomegranate]

Everyone Needs An Office Plant

Captain Price x Reader Word Count: 1.1k

Summary: Price is reminded of you when an office plant catches his eye.

“John…”

Price stared at the little potted green plant on the windowsill. Its slender leaves stretched out of its clay pot and reached up toward the sun. It looked healthy and strong…

Strong?

Was that something people said about plants? Were they strong and weak? Or were they just healthy and sick? Price wasn’t sure. He never had much of a green thumb. It wasn’t like he kept plants… or at least he didn’t until you. He closed his eyes and tried to remember everything you’d said about them.

You’d barreled into his office, tossing open the door like you owned the place, and demanded his attention.

“Price… Priceeee,” you had whined. “John Price, will you look at me?”

Price looked up.

You had that look on your face; sweet but mischievous. You had a devilish smirk so vixen-like that if it weren’t for your hand, not so subtly hidden behind your back, Price would have thought you had come into his office looking to go another round with him.

“One week on this base and you think you can just break down the door to my office and demand my attention?”

“Yup,” you had smiled at him.

“And why’s that?” Price had said turning his attention back to the papers in his hand, like he couldn’t be bothered; when really he was trying his damndest to keep up the stoic Captain facade.

This had become a game between the two of you. Price played the role of a tough hard-nosed Captain always pressed for time and too busy for frivolous things like sex and you had cast yourself as the sweet little innocent recruit who just needed his help on the field… and in the bedroom. Price had enjoyed the role-play more than he’d expected. He’d already fucked you on the couch that morning after you’d teased him about needing one on one time at the shooting range. He could still taste you on his tongue.

“I brought you a present, Captain.”

Price could hear the smile in your voice and immediately set down his papers. The reports could wait. The strain growing in his pants could not.

“A present. For me?”

“Well, I looked all over this base for a handsome man to give it to but when I couldn’t find Gaz I thought of you.”

That mischievous grin of yours had grown even wider. Price tried to scowl out at you but you’d wiggle your eyebrows at him and you’d both burst into a fit of laughter.

“Yeah yeah. I’m sure I’m second best. Come ‘ere. Let’s see what you’ve got, love.”

You came around Price’s desk and plopped yourself on his lap.

“It’s a cactus!”

Price stared down at the thing you’d put on his desk. It was small, no bigger than the stapler it sat next to; a strange color, the spines at its peak were an odd pinkish and purple; and Price thought it was overall a decidedly pretty ugly thing.

He was confused. What was he supposed to do with this?

“Love, why did you get me a cactus?”

“As much as I love this office…” you said getting up from his lap and walking toward the other side of his office. You dragged your fingers over the back of his leather couch and Price couldn’t help but think about the noises you’d made there this morning. The moaning and whimpering. The way you had called his name again and again as he’d tasted every inch of you.

Price’s pants were getting tighter.

“…I just thought it was missing something. Every office needs a plant.”

Price cocked an eyebrow at you.

“I don’t have time to take care of plants. I’m not here often enough to water them.”

“I know that’s why I got you a cactus. It’s not like other plants. You don’t have to give it that much attention. Just don’t forget about it and water every once in a while. That’s all it needs. It's perfect for you,” you said circling back toward Price’s desk.

“I don’t know.”

You leaned over Price’s desk and picked up the tiny plant in your hands. He looked between you and the ugly little thing.

“Oh come on. I’ll teach you how to take care of it. Plus I can see it now you’ll be a good… plant daddy.”

Price couldn’t help but laugh. Ever since he brought you to his base you’d started showing this new side of yourself. This sweet and silly side. He’d seen small bits of it before. When you’d tease him or crack a small joke But now… you were like a flower, finally blooming into all of its glorious colors after a cold and rough winter. It made him love you even more.

“Come ‘ere,” Price said and you rounded his desk, settling back into his lap. His hands slid around your stomach and he pulled you close. You leaned your head back against his shoulder and Price planted a kiss against your neck.

“Price…” you sighed.

“Yeah, love.”

“I've gotta be honest with you. I didn’t get the cactus because I thought your office needed a plant.”

“No?” Price craned his neck to get a better look at you. You looked so pretty today.

“No,” you said shaking your head. “I got it so you’d look at it and think of me. I know you probably can’t have a picture of us together so I just thought…”

“I love it.”

“Yeah?!” you said excitedly, turning in Price’s arms and pressing your forehead against his.

“Yeah. I love it and I love you.”

A smile beamed across your face and Price’s heart skipped a beat. How could anyone be so beautiful, so perfect? You were so sweet to him.

“I love you too,” you said before pulling him in for a deep kiss.

Your hands slid up his stomach and over his chest. Price groaned quietly. He loved how you moved against him. No matter how many times he’d been on the receiving end of your delicate touch you never failed to ignite a fire in him. The flame swept over his body and Price pushed his tongue into your mouth. He needed more of you. He wanted more. You tasted sweet and sugary. His own hands found your waist and he rocked you forward, grinding you against his thighs.

“Thank you for the gift,” Price whispered in your ear. “But I don't need a cactus to be reminded of you. You're always on my mind.”

Your head rolled back and the softest whimper left your pretty pink lips. You always melted under his praises.

“My love, my girl, my everything.”

“John…”

“JOHN!”

“Mhmm,” Price hummed, still staring at the leafy green plant in the window.

“John, did you hear anything I just said?”

Price's eyes snapped from the green leafy plant to the woman who owned it. Laswell sat behind her desk impatiently tapping her pen against a stack of surveillance reports.

“Just repeat the end, Kate.”

Laswell sighed, tossing her pen against the nameplate on her desk.

“When was the last time you got any sleep, John?”

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[silveryclear]

Hide and seek

MDNI ALL CONTENT REGARDING STNAF IS 18+ AND SO IS THIS BLOG

Friend belongs to @stnaf-vn

Pairing: Friend/ AFAB Reader

CW: Sensitive Content, Kidnapping, Manipulation, Gaslighting, Obsessive Behavior, Implied Murder, Drugging, Panic Attacks

A/N: The writing process for chapter 7 of the STNAF Coraline AU is coming a bit slower than expected, so here’s some angst while you wait heheh.

Your keys jingle uncontrollably as you try to balance the groceries on one hand while trying to unlock the door. The TV must’ve drowned your knocking and incessant ringing because the babysitter’s presence was nowhere to be found. Once you had managed to find your way to the kitchen and place the bags on the counter, you walk towards the living room; only to find it empty. And a mess.

You roll your eyes at this as you pick up the remote and turn it off. “Kids, how many times have I told you to turn off the electronics when you’re not using them?” You yell as you tidy up around the living room, picking up decor items that were scattered along the floor.

“Did you kids wrestle each other again? I told you to be careful when you play fight!” You sigh and make your way upstairs. To your surprise, your sons were already tucked in and sleeping soundly.

You chuckle and gently close the door. You were thinking about giving the babysitter an earful but they seemed to perform a miracle if they managed to get your kids to bed in time.

Speaking of which, where is the babysitter? You look in the other rooms upstairs, calling out to them. Weird. If they left, they would have given you a call.

Just when you were about to call them, you hear the TV downstairs turn on again. You sigh, feeling as if someone was playing with you like a puppet as you make your way downstairs.

“Hey, I was just about to call you. Thank you for getting the boys to bed early. It’s always a struggle for me so I’m willing to forget about the mess—“

The rest of the words die in your throat as your gaze lands on the person sitting on the couch. The one person you least expected to appear, sitting nonchalantly as you stared at them paralyzed in fear.

Friend smiles sweetly at you, taking the remote control and lowering the volume. His signature blonde hair on full display, however, he’s changed— grown. His muscles flex with every movement and he sports a trimmed beard, all adding to his mature look. His voice got slightly deeper as well.

“I’m glad! We just tussled around in the living room for a while until they were all out of energy. Sorry for the mess, I wasn’t expecting you to arrive so soon.”

You could hear Friend talking but his words were partly drowned by a ringing in your ears. Your hands trembled as your breathing grew ragged. You couldn’t see, you couldn’t hear. You were back in that basement, an IV strapped to your arm as you remember your slow and steady descent into madness— convinced that you loved the man that is standing now in front of you.

“Sweetheart, baby, you need to breathe. Breathe for me, come on…” He says in a sickeningly concerned voice. You don’t want to listen to him, but you can’t afford to pass out, not when your children are upstairs, unaware of the person who is in their home.

Oh god, he was playing with them… how long has he been here? Where’s the babysitter??

“Baby, no, come on. Stay with me.”

“Stay with me, please.” He whimpers. “I love you. I love you so much, sweetheart…”

Flashbacks infiltrate your mind and you can feel yourself falling into that same place you had worked so hard to crawl out of. You push Friend away and glare at him, tears brimming the corner of your eyes. You pant heavily.

“Stay away from me…” you whisper at him, your voice filled with such rage it genuinely took Friend aback. “Stay away from them…”

Friend recovers and smiles softly at you, as if you hadn’t basically sent him to hell with your expression. “You know I can’t do that baby…” He murmurs softly, slowly reaching out his hand to caress your cheek.

You close your eyes for a moment and take a deep breath, doing your best to ignore his gentle touch and gaze— the ones he weaponized to keep you isolated with no one to rely on except him.

You look at him again to see him staring at you you with such an affectionate expression, tears brimming his eyes as he gazes at you. It almost makes you waver.

“I have sons…” he murmurs with the softest most proud voice ever. “You gave me children…” Friend’s voice trembles at the end of the sentence, but he smiles in awe of you.

He reaches out hold your hands and you don’t react, staying silent. “I’m sorry…” he whispers before bringing your hands to his lips and kissing them gently. “I’m sorry I couldn’t be here for you… but I’m here now.” He gives you the widest of smiles. His expression, albeit more mature, still holds that same obsession from years ago. “We can be a family again. You, me, and the triplets.”

You let your tears fall freely as you shake your head, sniffling. “We can’t…”

“Shhh…” Friend slowly wraps his arms around you and embraces you. You begin to sob, trembling in his embrace. “We can and we will…” He rubs your back soothingly as you sob harder from his words. “I searched high and low for you, baby… I haven’t slept in six years.” His embrace becomes tighter, constricting. “I’m never letting you out of my sight again.” He whispers deep and firm, his possessiveness creeping in through his voice.

“No no no no…” You cry out, squirming in his grasp with no hope to escape. He’s gotten bigger, stronger.

“Sweetheart, don’t cry. You know this is what’s best for us. Think of the children. Do you really want them to grow up without a father?”

You shake your head, your eyes closed shut as you do your best to drown out his manipulative words. You know what’s best for your children. You’ve done what’s best for them.

“I did think of them… why do you think I escaped?”

Friend tenses for a moment, his expression hard. It quickly melts into the affectionate smile he usually had with you and only you.

“A momentary lapse of judgment on my part. I should have done better to show you how much I love you.” His hold on you tightens. “I should have kept you in the basement.”

“No, Friend please…” You whimper, crying on his shoulder. You can’t. You can’t go back there. You can’t let your children grow up in this environment, thinking that whatever twisted love Friend felt for you was healthy.

“It’s okay, baby… I’ve already taken care of everything.” He coos softly. “Let me take care of the four of you now…”

His words are like molasses as they stick to your mind and infiltrate your senses. You’re reminded of the way he “takes care” of things and you remember the disappearing babysitter— along with the disappearance of your closest friends and colleagues in the past. Flashbacks of your descent into madness flood back and you thrash against him. Your cries turning into screaming.

Friend sighs and takes out something from his pocket. “I didn’t want to do this…” Suddenly, you feel a prick on your arm and slowly everything begins to swirl into darkness.

“Nooo…” You whimper softly, your eyes half lidded.

“Shhh… just sleep. When you wake up, these past six years would have felt like a bad dream~”

You can only hope these past few minutes were the bad dream as you slowly fall unconscious in your best friend’s arms.

[disneyprincemuke]

the end of all the endings * milo+rocky vault

notes: actually this was supposed to be a short one but i got carried away cause i think of them all the time and also, i'm making public all mocky pieces just cuz lolsie xoxo

(series masterlist) | (📁 the milo + rocky vault)

she puts her glass down on the table, a tired sigh passing her lips as she scans the menu for some sort of dessert to indulge in. she’s thinking maybe a lava cake paired with vanilla ice cream, or cake.

“rocks,” she hears from across the table. she lifts her eyes from the menu and lifts an eyebrow in response. “are you looking for dessert?”

she blinks. “yeah, why? do you wanna go somewhere else?” she scrunches her nose and returns her attention to the menu sitting comfortably on her lap. “their dessert menu doesn’t look very… well, i wouldn’t get anything from here for dessert.”

he purses his lips together. “actually, i was gonna ask if you wanted to get some free dessert.”

“free dessert?” she snorts, throwing her head back slightly with a laugh.

he shrugs, “maybe another free bottle of champagne.”

“what are you talking about, my?”

milo sucks in a deep breath. he takes a moment to look around the bustling restaurant then smiles back at her. “do you trust me?”

“now that you’re saying it like that,” she sighs, “not really.”

he reaches for her hand across the table and squeezes it. “when have i ever let you down?”

she tilts her head. “i could list a number of times.”

“rocky.”

“milo.”

“i won’t disappoint you, i promise,” milo encourages, adjusting his jacket. he runs a hand through his hair and clears his throat. “just go along with it.”

she sighs tiredly and closes her eyes momentarily. “fine.”

he stands up, pushing his chair back with a loud sound, drowned out by the sounds in the restaurant. he smiles at her and drops to a knee.

she flinches at this, pushing her chair back slightly and turning to him. she grabs his shoulders and tries to force him back up to his feet.

“what are you doing? get up,” she whispers, worriedly looking around the restaurant.

“just go along with it,” milo says through gritted teeth with a smile. “go on, say yes really loudly.”

“what is wrong with you?”

“do you want free dessert or not?”

“not like this.”

“my knee hurts, say yes before we get more looks.”

“absolutely not.”

“i’ll pay for your ice cream for the entire month.”

she jumps up, hands pressed against her chest as she feigns shock. “oh, my god, yes!”

“rocks, look,” milo mutters, slinging an arm around her shoulders. he gestures his head towards the group of girls crowded behind them with their phones propped up on the ground as they film a video of themselves. “someone’s taking a video.”

she looks away from her phone, held up as she takes a picture of the view from the mountain she’d driven them up to, and furrows her eyebrows. “why is that any of our problems, my?”

he simply grins, squeezing her shoulder. “i have an idea.”

she sighs and drops her hands. “i mean this in the meanest way possible,” she pauses, “but you have the worst ideas ever.”

“come on,” he laughs. he tucks a finger under her chin and presses a kiss on her nose. “it’s gonna be funny.”

“would it, really?” she scrunches her nose to challenge his thoughts, looking up at him. “you’re really not as funny as you think, love.”

he doesn’t answer. just fishes for something in the back of his pocket before dropping on a knee. “rocks.”

she throws her arms into the air with a whimper. “not this again.”

he’d gotten a cheap ring from a shop somewhere while he was running some errands a few days ago, giggling to himself as he made the purchase. it was just funny how a fully grown man like him was spending 5 bucks on a cheap ring for a bit.

a bit that even his girlfriend wasn’t fully on board with. though arguably, it would be funny to see her different reactions.

the ring is simple: a silver ring with a little glass rock sitting on the top. but, it was kind of obvious that he got it dragging his feet around the mall when he stumbled upon a shop typically for kids.

“come on, we’re on video,” milo laughs up at her, holding up the cheaply made ring on display, “say yes.”

she clenches her jaw. she will be sure to get back at him for this. she scrunches her nose and sucks in a deep breath.

she feigns a shriek and cups her cheeks. “oh, my god, yes!”

upon entering the paddocks, she couldn’t help but notice the sly grin on milo’s face. she’d noticed it from the minute she woke up that morning and she didn’t like it.

she narrows her eyes into a squint and turns her head to look at milo. “what are you planning?”

“what?” milo looks down at her innocently, blinking as he squeezes her hand. “why are you accusing me already? i haven’t even done anything yet.”

“i can smell your stupid pranks from a mile away,” she accuses softly with a hum. “you’re planning something.”

“i’m so not!” he scoffs, his free hand on his chest to show how offended he truly is by her words. “you can’t just make baseless assumptions.”

she scowls, “they’re not baseless. you’ve been my boyfriend for 3 and a half years — i know when you’re planning to be an idiot.”

“promise i’m not,” he sighs, stopping when they reach the end of the stretch of racing homes.

she untangles her hand from his and takes a step forward with her hand held out. “so this is where we part ways, my.”

“i’ll see you in 20 minutes, rocks,” milo beams, taking off his backpack and placing it into her hands. “you want a coffee or ice cream?”

“ice cream,” she grins, stepping forward to share a light kiss. a blush spreads her cheeks when she hears the click of a camera and drops her head to hide her face. “have fun.”

she turns in the other direction to walk towards her racing home when she feels a tap on her shoulder again. she whirls back around just as milo drops to his knee. a loud gasp passes her lips, “milo!”

milo lifts his head with a smug grin. “what?”

an annoyed sigh fills the air when she sees his hands on his shoelaces, clearly undone. she grumbles under her breath. “you are so fucking annoying.”

milo grins, turning his head to oscar. “you guys want free champagne?”

oscar looks up from his phone and turns his head to the american with a toothy grin. “do i?”

“let me answer for him,” logan starts, popping his head out to glance at milo, “probably no.”

“who doesn’t want free champagne?” milo defends himself. he turns his head towards the direction she’d walked off to earlier with ylona and lily to head to the restrooms. “if we don’t get free champagne, i’ll pay for the club.”

logan hums. “fine, though i don’t really know how you’re going to get free champagne at all.”

“trust me, dude.”

“would rocky let us say yes?” oscar hums, nose scrunched up in curiosity.

milo beams. “no, but she’s not here for you to ask.”

“hey, have you figured out what you wanna order?” her voice makes their head turn to her. she’s walking towards them with ylona and lily trailing shortly behind her. “i’m starving, so speed it up.”

milo glances at logan and oscar with a grin. he clears his throat and slides out of his seat, swiftly picking the plastic ring from his pocket and getting on a knee.

she turns her head and simply looks down at milo, ignoring the loud gasps and remarks from her friends. something along the lines of “what the fuck” and “i didn’t see this coming”.

she scratches her head. “i’m so hungry, milo.”

logan’s loud declaration of confusion tears her attention away from her boyfriend, kneeling on the ground. “he’s literally proposing to you. why are you reacting like that?”

she stares at him, unamused. “no, he’s not. that’s his ruse for free champagne,” she answers monotonously. “my, come on. get up.”

“oh, come on,” milo frowns, pushing the ring up into the air again, “free champagne.”

“fine. but you owe me ice cream again for the rest of the month,” she says as milo nods enthusiastically. she sucks in a deep breath and cups her cheeks, “oh, my god, yes!”

“i’m asking you politely to not think of pulling any of your silly strings tonight,” she mutters, leaning towards her boyfriend sitting next to her. “please don’t do it here. the alcohol and dessert are free — there’s literally nothing to gain if you do it here.”

milo leans into her with a small smile. “why not? don’t you think it would be funny to watch sebastian clutch his heart in shock?”

she shakes her head and scowls. “no, i need him for my race tomorrow, you twat.”

“it’ll be funny,” milo whispers, rubbing his chin as he stares at sebastian sitting across them. “watch.”

“my–”

but it’s too late. he’s slipped out of his seat, pushing the chair back with a loud noise, garnering the attention of at least half of their side of the table. she just wanted to enjoy a team dinner with her boyfriend in attendance.

had she known that he would be this hard to contain, she would not have brought him along.

he lifts his hands, the godforsaken plastic ring between his fingers with a grin on his face, “rocks. you’re the love of my life.”

sebastian raises his eyebrows with a small grin, folding his arms over his chest as he leans back in his seat. “interesting.”

“milo,” she mutters, shaking her head in disappointment. “i’m going to kill you.”

“don’t leave me hanging,” milo teases with a smile, “your entire team is watching us.”

“he’s kidding, by the way,” she announces, turning her head to assess the reaction of her team members. “he does this all the time.” she grabs his wrist and lifts his arms slightly into the air. “it’s a ring from a kids’ shop.”

noah giggles. “romantic.”

“oh, congrats, ciara!” milo beams, clapping his hands, turning to his girlfriend. “speaking of good news…”

the young girl had just shared her business ventures as of late, even boasting about how her eldest sister had helped her out coding her website to help with her vision.

“milo,” the girl says cautiously shaking her head. her eyes dart down to his legs, trying to decipher if he’d slip off his seat.

“you’ve got news?” ciara perks up with grin. “what is it?”

she turns to ciara and shakes her head profusely. “do not listen to him. i don’t have any pieces of good news.”

milo smiles smugly at her then turns to ciara. “i landed a new role for this movie. i think you’d love to come to set with me one day.”

“rocks,” milo whispers, leaning to the side to the side. “you’re enjoying dinner?”

she turns to him. “of course,” she smiles, pinching his cheek. “are you?”

they’re sitting in a restaurant with her family. she sits at the head of the table, and to her right is milo, with ciara by his side, then oscar and logan hunched over with dalton, preoccupied with a phone game. then there’s blythe stuck in a conversation with mick and liam, then sebastian having a chat with her parents.

it’s such a random selection of people to have dinner with.

“of course,” he grins. “what are you getting to eat?”

“i don’t know yet, but they’ve got really good selections,” she mutters. “what are you getting?”

truthfully, when blythe had invited her to dinner, she’d half expected it to only be herself with the option of milo tagging along. she has yet to ask how a personal dinner for 2, maybe 3, suddenly turned into a family dinner.

logan and oscar tagging along is normal, but sebastian?

“not sure,” milo shrugs. he can’t help the smile growing on his face.

he hasn’t messed around with her in almost 3 weeks, trying to take away the suspicion of his true intentions. he’d been trying to soften the blow, getting a feel for her reaction if the real deal had happened.

she tilts her head and pinches his cheek tenderly. “you’re looking extra cute today, miles.” she pulls him in and presses a kiss to her cheek.

“i bet you’re wondering why the entire family is here,” blythe hums, throwing her head back slightly. “or why we’re even in a private room for dinner.”

she shrugs, “i was just guessing word got around about us getting dinner in a crowd favourite restaurant.”

blythe glances at milo and sits up straighter. “actually.”

“just a season-ender dinner to celebrate the year,” milo grins, turning to her with a grin. “you guys have fought such a great championship — blythe and i thought it would be fun to host a dinner to celebrate you guys.”

“and of course the fact that you’re contending for the championship,” blythe smiles, wiggling her eyebrows as she leans back into her seat. “and…”

“and?”

“and…” she turns her head to the source of the voice, flinching when she sees milo missing from his seat. he’s now on the ground on his knee. “oh, cut it out.”

but the ring on display for her is different this time. the plastic ring she’s come to find the humour in is no longer staring up at her. she feels her words get stuck in her throat, her grip tightening around the hem of her dress as her eyes flicker between the ring in the box and milo.

“i swear to god, milo.”

“no, i’m serious this time,” milo smiles, extending the box to her. “will you marry me?”

she looks down at the ring and she starts to nod before she can string words together. “yes, yes, oh, my god, yes. i’ll marry you.”

[stranger-nightmare]

Happy birthdayyyyyy❤❤ I was wondering if you could do a story with Dean Winchester x reader where Dean thinks of her as a kid (she's of age tho he's just getting up them age stairs pretty quickly if you know what I mean) but he comes to a realization somehow that she IS a fully grown woman and he is in love with her and then rough and kinky smut (like the man goes absolutely feral) with choking proceeds if your comfortable with that aof course. I hope your birthday is lovely! I love youuuu

𝐈’𝐦 𝐍𝐨 𝐊𝐢𝐝

pairing: Dean Winchester x (female) Reader

summary: Dean tells you off after you act out during a mission, you tell him to stop treating you like a kid…

warnings: angst, bit of an age gap but reader is still definitely of age, smut, penetrative sex (m+f), minors DNI

This is for people 18+ only. Minors do not read on. By clicking ‘keep reading’ you are hereby agreeing that you are 18 or older.

“That was a hell of a dumb move” Dean booms as you both enter the bunker, anger visibly rippling through him.

“I did what I had to do, and it worked. The wendigo is dead, that seems like a successful mission to me” you seethe back.

“You could’ve gotten yourself killed, kid” he looks at you darkly, his tall frame leering over yours.

“But I didn’t” you bite back, pushing up on your toes to meet his eyes. “And stop calling me that” your voice laced with command, a tone Dean certainly wasn’t used to hearing come from you. “I’m not a kid.”

“Yeah?” Dean taunts. “Then why do you act like one, kid” he emphasises the last word darkly.

“I said” you hiss through gritted teeth. “I’m no kid.”

You walk up to him, your chest against his, and tilt your head as you look at him. You keep your eyes on his determinedly as you bring your hand to cup his crotch, palming him slightly. His breath hitches for a moment before he looks down at you darkly. His stare is so intense you almost regret your move, but you try to hold steady.

“Yeah, you wanna play grown up?” He taunts quietly. “Then I’ll show you grown up” his voice is dripping with dark promise as he starts to walk forwards, pushing you backwards until your back hits the wall.

Dean’s hand moves to wrap around your throat, squeezing tightly. He keeps you pinned in place as his other hand moves to undo his jeans. You keep your eyes steady on his, refusing to back down. You then feel his hand undoing your jeans, pushing them and your panties down until his had access to where you were aching for him.

You can’t help the small whimper that lodges in your throat when Dean spits into his hand. Your composure waivers for a moment when you hear him grunt as he takes himself into his hand, pumping himself a few times before lining up with your entrance. He pushes into you roughly, causing a cry of pain to leave your mouth as he stretches you out, giving you no time to adjust.

He fucks up into you harshly, setting a brutal pace. Your pusys aches and burns as you desperately try to adjust to his size, a dull pain radiating through you. Not that you actually minded too much. Dean's grunts are loud, washing over your face as he keeps your neck pinned in place, the tip of his nose just brushing against yours.

“This what you wanted, hmm?” He sneers, laughing darkly.

He leans forward to let his lips brush against your ear.

“I’m gonna fuck that bratty little attitude right out of you, kid” he promises darkly, taunting you with the nickname again.

You knew he would fulfil his promise, fucking the attitude out of you, fucking you until you wouldn’t be able to walk. But, honestly, you were okay with it...

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A/N: my lust love for Jensen Ackles has been reignited by watching The Boys so I was very grateful to receive this request so thank you! I hope you enjoyed it <33

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[finelinevogue]

just george

summary - he will be the king to everyone, but to you he is just george

word count: +1k

a/n: first bridgerton fic but i just love george and his story too much to not post something!! i hate the ending but if you have any concepts send them my way xxx

Being in love with a man that is promised for someone else is the most devastating thing a heart can endure.

Especially when that man is the King of England.

King George has been King since birth and is the strongest, most bravest, man you have ever had the pleasure of meeting. He is kind, smart and beautiful. If only you could tell him these things to his face, but you have sworn to yourself that you must not let your heart show to him. 

It will only end in heartbreak.

For you are only one of the Royal housemaids. 

You were pulled from the workhouse at a young age and have grown up as George has. Even though you could never publicly play together, George always managed to find a way to sneak away into the gardens with you, or the castle turrets, to talk about the stars. 

It was only when Reynolds rushed into the room where you had been cleaning did you realise something was very wrong.

George hadn’t been seen all day, which was unusual, but you just assumed he had been visiting his mother or some other. It never occurred to you he might have run off because his new bride was arriving today.

“The King is missing.” Reynold’s speaks to Brimsely, but loud enough for you to hear. 

You carry on dusting, whilst trying to overhear their conversation.

“Since when?” Brimsley asks, trying to remain calm.

“Since this morning. No one has seen him and no one can find him.” Reynold’s stresses.

Even though you could not speak, you had a multitude of thoughts racing through your mind about where you knew George would be. George may live in one of the biggest estates in England, but if you properly know him and where to look then the palace grounds suddenly become quite small. 

You excuse yourself from the room, passing it off as a chamber pot break. The duo don’t even recognise that you’ve gone. 

Looking over your shoulder you check to see if there’s anyone behind you. You know there shouldn’t be, because this side of the castle is not well staffed. The King requires privacy in some areas of the castle, just for moments of quiet. You know this, because George told you when you initially started to sneak off together. 

Every time you sneak out you worry that you’ll get caught and that your life is on the line, yet every time George reassures you that nothing will ever happen to you. 

You pick up your skirt and run down the corridor, before stopping at a wooden door. Normally it is locked shut, but by the slight crack in the opening of it you know that you’re on the right track. You push it open, slide through, and shut it tight again. 

Then up the 168 stairs you go. Right to the top of the turret. 

As the stairway lightens towards the top you hear panting and panting. You run a little faster and take the stairs two at a time. 

Barging on to the top of the turret you find George pressed against the side of the wall, sprawled out low so no guards can detect him. His hand are over his heart as his chest heaves heavily. He is still wearing his night clothes - a basic black shirt that V’s down his chest and black trousers made of the finest linen. 

“George!” You whimper as you fall to your knees before him. “Hey, hey. It’s okay. I am here.” 

Your hands move to atop of his and his gaze moves from the heavens to yours. His eyes are bloodshot red from tears and his dark circles give away how little sleep he has had. 

“Y..Y/N...” He speaks so softly. 

“I am here. You are okay.” You nod your head at him confidently. “I am here.” You’ve found that with most of George’s attacks you have to reassure him that you’re there and that you have no intentions of leaving. Not that you would ever.  Even with his new bride, you will always be there for him still. 

“Y-You are h..here.” He breathes out jaggedly. 

“And you are okay.” You smile warmly at him, moving one of your hand up to cup his cheek. His skin is slightly clammy from his attack. His head moves to the side your hand had just touched his face, making you think he was having an episode of twitches, but instead his face melts into the touch of your hand. He closes his eyes as he nestles into the warmth of your touch.

“Th-ank you.” He says - like he always does, no matter how many times you’ve told him it is unnecessary.

You are about to tell him that he does not need to thank you, but he cuts you off before because he knows you well enough.

“As your King, you will a..accept my thanks without quarrel.” He opens his eyes to look at you and you press your lips together to prevent you from arguing. You nod softly and he thanks you again. 

“She is arriving soon.” You speak softly so you do not cause him to be anxious again. “But you do not have to meet her if you would rather not.”

George laughs with little happiness, “Nothing would make my day better than not having to meet her.” One of his hands goes to hold yours against his cheek harder - grounding him. “But I am the King and I have duties.”

“You come before them. Your health comes before–” You try to argue.

“No. No, Y/N, it does not.” George’s eyebrows furrow. 

“George, listen–”

“No, Y/N, you listen. I must meet this woman as she will be my bride and she will be your Queen. It is what I have to do.” George cut you off firmly, leaving you speechless.

You took your hands out of his and moved to sit back against the wall beside him, with a solemn face. You wished it didn’t have to be like this. You wished in another life George could be promised to you instead. Instead, he was already someone else’s. Not that he ever was going to be yours. 

“I wish you were not the King.” You say quietly, not even thinking he would hear you.

George reached for your hand and interlaced his fingers with yours. You swallowed the lump in your throat and tried your best to make it look like you were okay.

“If I were not King a lot of things would be different.” He agrees with you.

“How so?”

“Well, most importantly, I would already be wedded to someone I actually love.”

Your heart dropped and your chest heaved a few heavy times as you tried to hide the heartbreak. You were foolish to think you would even be his second choice after his future bride.

“Is she kind?”

“Well...”

“I hope she is kind, George. I hope she loves you and all of you. I hope she farms in your vegetable gardens with you. I hope she is funny, because God do you need some laughter in this life. I hope she knows how lucky she is to have you and that she tells you every morning.” You quickly wipe some stray tears away from your cheeks with your free hand, “Because that is the kind of love you deserve, George. And no less.” 

“Well, apart from the fact you are not funny...” George says simply, like he has not just confessed his undying love for you out loud. 

You turned your head to face him with a shocked expression, jaw relaxed and mouth open. Your eyes watered and so did George’s. He granted you a small smile when he saw your cheeks blush.

You had no idea what to say. This could not be. He was bound to another bride. You would be committing crimes if you were to even be seen touching him as you are now, let alone accept him to be yours. 

“George...” You whispered into the wind.

“It has always been me and you. That will not stop with the arrival of my new bride. I may not be able to call you my Queen, nor my bride, but you will always have a place here,” he holds a hand over his heart, “A place that no one owns but you.”

“Oh why could you not just be Farmer George!” You laugh out a sob, tears running down your cheeks as he laughs at your reaction. It makes you want to cry all over for a positive reason. “Or even, just George.”

“I can be just George, just for you.”

[black-is-beautiful18]

Woo

K’uk’ulkan x Black reader

Translations: I used translators for these so if they’re wrong please let me know.

Umakhulu- grandmother- Xhosa

In eek’e’- my star- Yucatec Maya

In reina- my queen- Yucatec Maya

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After a nice walk along the river, where Y/N proceeded to tease him about her mother’s words, Namor wanted nothing more than to kiss her. Her skin glows under the light of lanterns and lamps that line the river. And the added moonlight? She’s absolutely ethereal.

Noticing his eyes on her, Y/N giggles and looks up at him.” What’s the matter? You’re looking at me as if…as if I’ve hung the moon in the sky.”

“I don’t think that would be hard to believe.” He muses with a smirk that sends her heart racing.” Oh please. I can do many things, but not that. I’m far too young for that anyway. My umakhulu may know who did though. Or at least someone who was around when it happened.” Y/N then purses her lips and shakes her head.” On second thought it might be in the archives.”

As she begins rambling K’uk’ulkan can’t help but chuckle. How cute. She’s begun reciting facts about the moon and her family.

‘’Mother is the youngest of 14 children. The youngest twin, but umakhulu miraculously had twins with each pregnancy. From the stories I’ve heard it’s safe to say that that there was never a dull moment in that house.’’ Y/N says with a laugh gaining one from the great god-king as well. Seeing her happy makes his heart swell and fill with adoration. Is it love? It just might be.

‘’And what do you think of children?’’ His voice is low and has grown husky as the image of his eek'e' round with child. Oh how beautiful she’d be.

The question surprises Y/N so much that she stops in her tracks and looks at him in shock.

‘’Like if I want children of my own or in general?’’

K’uk’ulkan smirks tilting his head to the side.’’ Both.’’

Feeling her face grow warm, Y/N looks down at her feet too embarrassed to meet his eye. While she enjoys his bluntness it still surprises her and leaves her speechless. ‘’Well…yes. I want children when I find the right person and they are joys to be around.’’ She chuckles and lifts her head giving a shy smile.’’ As for how many…I think I’ll decide that after the first one.’’

A gasp leaves Y/N’s lips as the god-king gently wraps his arms around her waist pulling her closer before taking her right hand, lifting it, and kissing it.’’ And how do I get you to say yes to me? To be mine? You would be worshiped and praised as is your right. The people of Talokan, our people, would see you as a queen, a goddess, and a mother.’’

His declaration reminds her of her mother’s own words spoken to her only a few hours ago. Music can be heard even this far from the party but it’s a nice steady rhythm that has Y/N swaying as she gets lost in her own thoughts. Looking up at the handsome man in front of her, Y/N searches his face.

‘’And what about you? What will I be to you?’’

He pauses and looks to be speechless for a moment before chuckling and pulls her so close that Y/N swears she can feel his heartbeat. Kissing the palm of her hand his lips slowly move towards her wrist. Just like when they first met.

‘’Now what kind of question is that? You will be my sun. My moon and the stars. You will be my goddess and I will worship you day and night. Every word that falls from my lips will be nothing but total praise and adoration. I swear this to you.’’ As he says this he moves his face closer to hers, their noses touching. Closing her eyes, Y/N whimpers, her heart hammering in her chest.

‘’What is it in eek’e’? Speak to me.’’ His lips now find their way to the corner of her lips causing goosebumps to erupt on her skin.

‘’Yes.’’ She breathes out before she can really think but then again does she need to? Her mother was clear. They will be together, but that’s not why she said yes. She said yes because she wants that future. She wants to love and to be loved. She wants him.

‘’Forgive me, but I didn’t hear you.’’ Y/N feels his lips lift into a smirk against her skin as she groans. K’uk’ulkan laughs and kisses her cheek,’’ Worry not in eek’e’. I’m only teasing.’’ He coos making her giggle.’’ Don’t be mean to me or else I’ll send you away.’’ Pulling away the god-king raises an eyebrow.’’ Send me away? You wouldn’t dare.’’

With a smirk of her own Y/N crosses her arms and turns from him beginning to walk back in the direction of the party.’’ You don’t know that K’uk’ulkan. I will banish you back to the ocean and you shall never return.’’ A growl sounds behind her and she fights back a laugh only to squeal as she’s pulled back into the god’s arms.’’ Banish me? Would you be so cruel to me in reina?’’ He kisses her neck, holding her tightly his beard tickling her in the process. Laughing, Y/N squirms out of his hold and makes a run for it.

‘’I would!’’ She calls out over her shoulder only to let out a gasp when she sees that the king of Talokan quickly gives chase, seeming to not care if he is caught having fun. If this was to be Y/N’s future then she wanted every single part of it and she would not accept anything less.

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A/N: Hi! It’s been awhile. Only a month or so but still. A lot was happening with family emergencies, and it sort of sent me into writer’s block. I’m back tho! This is a little shorter than I would like for it to be but I hope you enjoy and hopefully the next chapter will be up soon. ❤️

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