#Over and over and over and it'll never be done. Because ughhhh I'm not that happy with the result tbh

[royallyprincesslilly]

Title: The UnIntended Series {Book 1: UnExpected}

Okay, so I'm actually nervous to post this. It's wild. With my fanfiction, I don't really feel nervous having others read it, but this---😬.

Anyway, here is chapter 1. As of now, I'm not sure if I will post the 2nd one. Again it'll only be up for a day or two then I will delete it.

To anyone reading it please give me some feedback rather than a "like". I am partly using this as a focus group/beta read session so feedback is crucial. What did you think? Any part you liked or disliked? Would you want to continue it from the 1st chapter alone? If you came across it in a bookstore or Amazon, would you buy it?

Note I: This has NOT been edited beyond small grammatical issues. Also, I am not 100% sold on the name "Daryl" so don't let it be a hang-up.

Note II: Everything here has been officially copywritten so be careful, I'm the wrong one to try.

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Prologue

He was my addiction. My cloudy sky. My stormy night my thunderstorms. He was my chocolate brownie with the chocolate ice cream on top. He was my passion my need my obsession. He was my poison. My sweet, delicious poison and I couldn't get enough--wouldn't get enough. I needed him like I needed air water food. It was never enough. His sex was killer, his kiss was sugar, and his body was the best creation made by the creator. His love was death. He was--my ruin.

Chapter 1

“Ughhhh, deeper, harder, uuuugh, yes. Right there, right there. Don’t stop! God, yes, yes, yes, yessssssssssssssssssss!”

Though my vocabulary was quite advanced, no other words could form. The sensations had taken on a life of their own.

“Oh shit, damn baby”.

He drops on the bed next to me panting heavily filling the air with our combined scent. I moan deeply still feeling the power of him between my thighs, “That was amazing La”, Daryl says using the name he’s always called me since college.

I remember the day we met in college like it was yesterday instead of the nearly eight years it actually had been. I was coming up the steps in the rec room not looking where I was going then bam I ran smack into him. At that time we were both kids, barely nineteen with plenty more to learn about the world and the affairs of the heart. When I looked at him it was all over, then when he smiled that lopsided, slick grin of his, I was a goner. Signed sealed delivered I was his. He must have known it too. There was no way he hadn’t because the smug look on his face said it all.

He’d said, “I haven’t ran into anyone as beautiful as you around here, I have to know your name”.

Boy was it a cheesy line, but I was nineteen after all and it was the flyest line I’d heard. I was his.

“You’re just going to leave me hanging?”

Daryl’s voice brought me out of my memory, a memory that was once your favorite but was slowly becoming one you wished you could forget. Looking over next to me, I find his dewy brown eyes staring into me with a questioning look.

“Oh I’m sorry my mind was wandering, it was amazing, but--,” I stretch out rolling onto my side and bring my hand to toned his chest. Slowly I trail my fingers down his smooth skin over each ab muscle, down past his mind dumbing oblique indentations to his still alert appendage. The moan that escaped him was a deep throaty one that said he was more than ready for round three.

Smiling, I lean closer slipping the tip of my tongue along the shell of his ear. “It’s always been amazing, I’m always amazing”, I say in a self-satisfied way before continuing to lick his ear.

“Mmm, you’re bad. Trying to start something?”

That same lopsided smirk decorated his lips and my belly flipped.

“Nope, who said we were done to begin with?”

Without missing a beat, Daryl crashed his full lips into mine, but it was me who took control of the kiss. The passion between us was evident and I was sure that if the room had smoke alarms we would have set them off. Another sensual moan escaped his lips which made my nether regions clench from the desire to have him nestled there again. Just as his movements became urgent and his kiss needy, a loud sound filled the silence pf the space.

Buzz, buzz. Buzz, buzz.

“Mmm, ignore it,” I coax continuing the pleasurable attack my hand was doping under the black sheet of Daryl’s bed.

“Ah, baby,” he groaned out as my finger glided across the smooth tip of his manhood.

With more urgency, Daryl pressed himself against me then brought his large hand to trace along the right side of my body until he cupped my breast.

“Mmm,” I say tightening the grip of my hand around him.

Daryl’s response was to tweak my sensitive and aching nipple between his thumb and forefinger. The action easily brought more moans of pleasure from my lips. It also served the purpose of distracting me. When I felt his other hand skim across my stomach then dip lower and lower the anticipation in me had my back arching off the bed.

Once he made it to the sweet spot between my thighs a high-pitched sigh escaped me. Within seconds he had me panting and mewling from the skill of his fingers and within seconds I needed more of him. Daryl was good at many things, but the one thing he excelled at hands down was his ability to get me from zero to one hundred in thirty seconds flat. It was a skill he’d developed in college and had never relented in holding the record for.

Buzz, Buzz. Buzz, buzz.

I felt the absence of him before he pulled away but when his hand left my body he spoke against my lips, “It could be work, La”.

In this very moment you didn’t give a flying fuck if it was work. Right now there were much more important matters at hand. That was all it took to spark my anger. It was a small action, but it spoke volumes and brought memories of other times before where he’d seemed so aloof. Using all the self-control I possessed coupled with some learned tricks to decelerate my emotions, I clenched my jaw and silently willed my anger to remain in check.

With my eyes glued to him, I watch on as he glances at his phone screen then types in the unlock code. When his face illuminates white from the screen, I continue to watch and crane my eyes to get a glimpse of his screen to see just what it was that had interrupted your moment. Almost as soon as it opens there is a picture of a pretty woman with her legs spread eagle butt naked.

“Oh”,” Daryl rushes out as he jerks from me. The sudden movement has him fumbling his phone but with a stroke of last-minute grace he holds it close to him, hiding it from me. Too late.

The tight hold I had on my anger was suddenly not enough to contain it. With almost inhumane speed, I bolted upright and glared at him sending a thousand hot blades through my eyes in his direction.

“What the hell was that!?”

The heat on my face quickly spread down my neck until my chest felt like I was standing in direct sunlight on the hottest day of summer.

Daryl shrugs, “Nothing”.

“Don’t nothing me, I saw that. Who is that”?

He reached over the bed and placed his phone on the bedside table. “I don’t know La. Must have been a wrong number. It’s nothing”.

My nose crinkled from the stench of his lie. They always had their own distinct scent. I always knew when he was lying and unfortunate he was lying more often than not. “

“Oh nothing? That’s nothing!? So, it’s nothing when you’re getting naked pictures while you’re in bed with me?”

I hadn’t meant to scream the words but once they were out they bounced off the walls, echoing in the room.

“La, calm down,” Daryl cautiously encouraged, “She’s no one.”

Suddenly I felt as if I was going to be sick. The tight knot in my stomach spasmed, a familiar feeling. “No one! So if she’s no one, then what am I?”

Daryl rolled his eyes, and sighed in the exaggerated way he did when he was annoyed with the direction something had taken, “God here we go”.

When he dropped back onto the bed, you bolted to your feet. He was annoyed? Shit, I was past annoyed right now and I had every right to be.

 “Yes here we do, Daryl. What the hell is wrong with you? Who is that woman and why is she sending you naked pictures?”

Silence filled the space as he laid there staring into the ceiling completely ignoring me. He knew how much I hated it when he did this. I was convinced he did it because I hated it so much. I didn’t want to go irate right now, but I was seconds away from going atomic.

“Hello!”

Another sigh came from him before he sat up and reached for me. With his hand inches from my breast I leaned back and slapped it away. It was supposed to be a regular hit but because of my anger it was much more than a regular hit. It was a hard one that made the sting from it ricochet through your hand.

“You know what, fuck you Daryl.”

Without missing a beat, I turned and walked to the chair across the room where my clothes were currently draped over. It was time to go. I shouldn’t have even been here to begin with. Keeping my back to him I began putting on my clothes.

“Unfuckinbelivable! Every time is the same mess. The same thing!”

Angrily slinging my shirt over my head I do my best to keep the tears pricking my eyes away. I was tired of crying, tired of this circle.

“Don’t do this La,” Daryl began, his voice smooth as a hustler on the corner trying to upsell some weed, “Listen her name is Marcella, and we were hanging out a while back. That’s it, we haven’t in weeks though.”

Spinning around to face him my eyes narrowed, “Weeks? We’ve been fucking for years Daryl. We’ve been going around this for years. Years! Unbelievable. Oh La, I miss you, I love you, I’m going to change I promise, it’s just you. Bullshit!”

I felt so stupid to have believed his lies, to have expected anything to change. I felt dumb being here right now. My anger had morphed into hurt and it was becoming harder and harder to fight back the tears.  I should have known nothing had changed, that nothing would have changed. Deep down I knew it was the same bullshit. Every time I looked in the mirror I saw the truth shining back at me. I had been stupid for a long time.

I watch as Daryl slinks across the room to me with a somber look on his face that I knew was an act. For it to be real he had to feel remorse, an emotion you doubted he even fathomed. Raising my hands I try to keep him at bay because I know if he touches me even a little bit my anger will falter, and he will turn it all around. I didn’t want him to placate me with lies any longer.

“Don’t touch me.”

“Now I can’t touch you? Come on, you love when I touch you.”

He laced his fingers with mine before he pulled me closer to him. “I’m the only one that makes you feel good,” he cooed, “The only one that knows how to touch you.”

For emphasis, Daryl brought his hand around to cup my ass in a way that also brought my leg up to wrap around his waist. Groaning, I pressed my palm to his torso trying to push him off, but he wouldn’t budge. “I’m the only one that makes you drip”, he says his voice dropping to an impossibly deep baritone that instantly proved his words true. It was a voice I had always been utterly powerless against.

I hated his cockiness, hated that there was even an ounce of truth to his words, hated that he had me right where he wanted me.

“Stop it Daryl, I’m not playing.”

 “Neither am I,” he said against your ear making you shiver. “I haven’t seen her in weeks. As I said, it’s nothing.”

With that, he tipped my chin up, so I looked into his eyes and just like that, it was over. “I want you”.

I searched his eyes for lies though I knew the lies were to be found on his lips instead. I searched frantically and desperately but there were no lies in his eyes.

“You La. Just you.”

His lips crashed into mine, pulling me into a soul sucking kiss. Soul sucker. That was exactly what he is. Soul sucker. I knew he was full of shit; I knew it yet still I allowed him to kiss me, allowed him the time to worm him hands along my body until I felt his fingers creep up my skirt where I am bare and wet. Wet from wanting him, needing him. Damn it! I hated this; I hated him. A moan filled the room, and I am annoyed to realize it was mine.

Traitor. My body was a traitor, always had been. Daryl lifted me and instinctively my other leg wrapped around his waist. When his mouth moved to my neck the hard press of his girth between my thighs sends my head flying back giving him complete access to the spot he loved to exploit and that was when I knew it.

Fuck! It’s over.

Once he has my back slammed against the wall, he follows suit but grinding his hips against me so I can feel the thing I crave.  Without warning, he then slams into me with all the strength and force his powerful body holds. The action pulls a scream from your lips. It’s a scream that is raspy and high pitched all at once, a scream that never stood a chance of ending because before it could, he snapped his lips forward again reminding me that every word he spoke before was true.

“Aaah!”

The force of Daryl’s hips slams into me over and over, harder, and harder until I am seeing stars and unable to catch my breath. All I can do is hold onto him for dear life and pray to whoever was watching this show that you wouldn’t be forever scared by this man.

“You’re mine La!”

Slam.

“Mine!”

Slam.

“--Have been since you were nineteen and will always be mine,” he added, his lips brushing your ear, so you didn’t miss one word.

Slowing down, Daryl circled his hips again nudging your g-spot until you were sure you were going to pass out. In seconds you were clenching around him giving him the satisfaction of knowing you were powerless to him.

“This sweet spot is mine, Leianna, cause I do it the best. Me!”

The possessiveness in his voice could not be missed. He always did get off on claiming ownership. He loved it when I told him I belonged to him, loved when I bore his markings on my skin for others to see, and loved I went out smelling like him. This was nothing different. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as he overwhelmed me with the barrage of thrusts that served as nothing more than way to mark you, brand you as his.

Another orgasm claimed me sweeping me up into the frenzy of need that tied us together.

Bringing his hand to your throat he held you there against the wall making you moan louder and clench harder around him. “Say my name La, say it!”

He knew I liked it when he got rough. Fuck him, I thought as another moan fell from my lips. I hated him but I was loving every second of the pleasure he brought me through this show of assertion he was putting on, loved the feel of him pounding into me, trying to mark me. Fuck him and damn me, I loved it all.

“Say it,” Daryl badgered adding a slight amount of pressure. Not enough to hurt me but it was enough to make me wetter.

“Daryl,” I gasp out of breath as he keeps pounding into me against his wall.

“Whose is it? Who does it belong to?”

The air around us has become so thick that catching a breath is nearly impossible and the lack of oxygen has my head spinning.

“Whose!”

His shout brings me back to the moment. our eyes linger and I watch as his mouth falls open clearly enraptured with the pleasure he was finding in me.  

“Yours. Shit Daryl, it’s yours, always has been, yes, yes, yes!”

I feel the tint of shame wash over me. Shame for saying the words, shame for allowing him to put me in this situation, shame for never wanting him to stop fucking me, shame for wanting to stay in this bubble for as long as possible because it would mean he would stay here with me in this moment away from his lies and away from his asshole moves.

Digging my nails into his shoulder I aim to hurt him and with his shout I am pleased to know that I have. With one final thrust that sends my head banging into the wall, Daryl fills me, marking me as we both find our release. For long moments we clutch one another panting as we slowly come down from the euphoria of our bodies connecting, the euphoria I had only ever found in him.

When I am coherent enough I realize that Daryl had moved us back to the bed. I feel his lips press to my jaw, then my neck before he pulls away from my body and walks away toward the bathroom. I take another steadying breath then see him grab his phone from the nightstand before disappearing into the bathroom. Again the knot in my stomach spasms and I feel sick to my stomach as utter disgust and self-loathing washes over me. I was stupid, so stupid. I knew it, and he must have known it too because he knew he had me, he knew it.

The stinging of my tears pushed me into action. Standing on wobbly legs I took a moment to steady myself then fixed the clothes I was wearing. I approached the chair again to finish dressing then dug a note card from my purse and wrote across it with the red lipstick he liked so much. Gathering my things I walked to the bed ignoring the crumpled sheets and placed the notecard on his pillow. Looking around I took a moment to make sure I had everything then walked through the bedroom door towards the door.

I didn’t look back. What was the purpose of doing so? I walked with my head high and spine straight with a head filled with vows to never return but your heart whispered into the abyss of your pain that you’d be back.

[the-dead-skwad]

Every Mom Ever X Damien Haas X Reader

Damien fluff 🥰 Had such an issue with my laptop getting this up but I hope you guys like it ❤

You looked down at the script laughing to yourself. At the top of the page it said in bold letters EVERY MOMS EVER. You only had a small part because obviously all the fans love to see the usual guys and normally you were on smosh games. Honestly it was the strangest/ best job you had ever had, getting paid to play games and be silly.

Scrolling down the script you noticed you were along side Damien which was perfect. You had been the closest friends for years now so it should be pretty easy. As you looked closer your heart started to pound harder and harder. "Oh jesus!" You said way louder than normal.

"Hey!" Shayne's head peeked round the door. "Whats up?"

Your eyes darted to him "Ermmmm.... have you seen Courtney?"

"Yeah she was just making a coffee" He pointed down the office.

You leapt out of your seat "Great!" you ran past him "Thanks!" shouting back to him just leaving him the most confused he's ever been.

Bursting through the canteen door Courtney nearly threw her coffee across the room. "Hey mannnnn.. Whats going on?"

"So..." you could litterally hear the panick in your voice "I'm in the next every blank ever right?"

"Yep!"

"And we all ricieved the script today right?"

"Yep!"

You took a huge sip off her coffee, like that was going to help you "Have you read it yet?"

"Nope!"

You sighed passing over your phone to her. Watching her face go through a journey of expressions would have been so funny if you weren't freaking out so hard. She placed your phone down gently on the table and turned to look at you "So, this maybe be the GREATEST DAY EVER!"

"No! Courtney this is the worst day ever!" You started to pace up and down the kitchen "I can feel my heart in my throat, my hands are sweating, I'm shaking."

She stood up and took both your hands in hers "Listen Y/N, your my best friend right?"

"Yeah..."

"And you trust me right?"

"Ermm yeah"

"And I've never steered you wrong?"

"Well there was that time you said we were getting pizza and instead sent me to a haunted house with Damien and Shayne."

She shook her head "That doesn't matter right now.. What I'm trying to say is, it's all going to be fine and you litterally have absolutely nothing to worry about, and besides I'll be there."

"Are you sure?" You squeezed her hands.

"Yes I'm sure."

A loud scream came from the office making you both jump. "Oh my god.... Shayne's read it."

--

It was the day of the shoot and you were super nervous. You hadn't let on how you were feeling to everyone except Courtney. She picked you up from your house, you sat in the car rambling on about something you and Damien had waatched the previous night.

"Soooooo...." she looked over at you smiling "Did anything happen?"

"No, I mean it was samazing as usual. We watched TV, ate shit, laughed and joked all night, but again nothing happened. I just don't think its going to happen mannn. If he liked me it would have by now."

"Maybe he just feels the exact same as you. Maybe he's too nervous to do anything."

"Yeah I don't think so... I'm just going to have to get used to the fact that we are just friends and even if my heart aches when I see him I'm just going to get over it."

Courtney squeaked a little "Dudeee! Your heart aches? Thats the cutest thing I've ever heard!" She beeped her horn as Shayne's car swerved infont of her "I promise you now I'm going to do all I can to help you."

"Thanks mann, I just need to get through this shoot first then we'll set a plan in action."

"Deal!"

You pulled into the work parking lot an got out. Shayne parked up next to you amd got out with a huge smile on his face "Good morning! I'm so ready for today."

"Hey Shayne." You smiled at him. Damien got out his passenger side and your heart nearly exploded "Morning Damien!"

"Hey you." He walked up to you and gave you a hug "It's been ages since I've seen you."

You looked down at your watch "Yeah! A whole 11 hours! How ever did you cope without me."

"Honestly if it wasn't for Shayne I probably wouldn't have."

"Yeah alright.. Lets get this shoot over and done with and then I need...."

Damien cut you off when he pulled a caramel iced latte from behind his back "This?"

"How in the fuck?"

Shayne's face popped up between the two of you "He literally made me stop to get that." You heard Courtneys happy squeak from behind you.

"Awhh thank you." You gave him a hug and turned to Courtney. Your eyes were nearly popping out your head.

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You sat on a not so comfy bed on the set. The cheap black 'emo' wig stratched the top of your head, you rubbed your hands up and down your legs.

"Hey, you ok man?" Damien nudged you, he knew you far too well and clearly noticed you were nervous. "It'll be fine, we've been best buds for years."

"Yeah" you half smiled. The words 'best buds' was like a punch to the gut. You took a deep breath in through your nose and went to 'happy place' which ironically was sat at home with the smosh crew watch and eating shit.

"ACTION!" Gareth's voice made you jump.

"So.. this is your room?" Damiens teenage voice he put on would have made you laugh if you weren't in charecter.

"Yeahhh...." You both awkardly glanced at eachother "Sorry I can't close my door.. You know moms."

"DID YOU CALL SWEETIE!" Courtney burst through the door with her mom voice on.

"Ughhhh," You were trying your best teenage impression "God mommm! Leave us aloneeee!"

"Sure sweetie!" She slowly backed out the room "If you need anything I'll be out here."

You turned to look at him, your faces slowly got closer and closer. Your lips were literally inches away from eachother. Courtney reappeared "You sure you don't want a snack hunny?"

"Mooommmmmm!" You screamed at her.

"Cut!"

Your whole brain was fuzzy from almost kissing him. You knew you weren't going to as it wasn't scripted but thats the closest you have ever gotten to him even if you did spend nearly every waking minute together. Both of your eyes locked for a minute. You swear you saw something new in his eyes but you really didn't know what. "Ermm, I'm just going to talk to Court for a sec." You leapt out the bed.

She was getting changed out of the ridiculous Mom costume "See it wasn't that bad."

"NOT THAT BAD!" Breathing you calmed yourself down "Sorry, I didn't mean to shout but my entire insides are screaming. I don't know how much longer I can hold in these god damn feelings, its been years since I've felt like this, I know youv'e heard all this from me before but honestly I feel like I'm going to burst. How in the hell do you even tell one of your closest friends that you're head over heel inlove with them without destroying everything you have now. I mean if something was going to happen it would have by now. Jesus christ I feel like my heart is going to explode one day soon...." Your rant trailed off as you noticed courtneys face. Her eyebrows were raised so high they had nearly migrated off her forehead and her mouth was dropped wide open. "What?"

Someone behind you tapped you on the shoulder. Who ever it was has just heard everything you had said. You spun around to explain your self when you were met with those beautiful warm brown eyes. "Shit...." You breathed out "I..." Before you could even begin to apologise he placed his hands either side of you face and pressed his lips against yours. You kissed back instantly. It felt like your bodies just melted into one, like it was always supposed to be like this. You moved back and looked into his eyes and you saw it. Pure love.

He brushed his thumb against your cheek, both of you were smiling from ear to ear "Wonna grab some lunch?"

"That would be nice." You leaned in again for another kiss.

A very loud scream from the doorway broke you two apart. Shayne stood there with a bigger smile than the both of you put together. "Ian!" He screamed down towards the set "You owe me 20 dollars!"

　

[bcdaily]

I hard agree RE: Campaign 3! The characters are great the story really is a little... disjointed until - believe it or not - Ep31. 31 is SUCH a heavy hitter, one of the best CR has ever done in my opinion, so I hope you'll have time to watch that one soon. And, also.. ep33, the most recent one... it's crazy. Will probably ask you about it again in a few weeks to see what you thought if you don't mind?

So I just caught up last night and......yeah. Wow.

(Spoilers under the cut)

I was a bit shell-shocked that whole second half of the episode tbh. But I've vaguely seen the thoughts popping around about it, and I'm inclined to wait until tonight to see how it all shakes out because it is CLEAR Matt did that with intent. He could've stopped using every single one of the legendary actions. He could have tried to narratively deescalate. He could've stopped spawning the echoes. He went all out on them and seemed to be PURPOSELY going for kills at the end, which has never been the sort of DM he's been to me. Even if "it's what the character would do." I think it serves a larger point, like maybe Imogen does go into her dream state and there's some way she can pull them all back from crossing over, just like she saw Bertrand crossing over and whatnot. Because otherwise...why? I don't think it's scripted. I don't think he was just trying to get the EXU characters dead. Everyone ADORES Fearne. Ashley clearly enjoys playing her. That would be dumb. I personally think Orym is a bit of a waste for Liam considering he is undeniably the BEST character worker they have, and the straight man character doesn't really serve that. I know they NEED a straight man character in many ways because the rest are all goons (even Taliesin has had to push Ashton more straight than I think he intended because of it), but he is So Good, and while he still makes a point to try to fit in character moments for himself, those are sort of boring, or end up completely serving whatever other character he's brought into conversation with him. So I wouldn't actually be that sad if Orym said adios. And there is no way in my mind they're killing Laudna. It would destroy the character dynamics they've started to make foundational at this point. It'd be excessive overkill.

But lol who knows. Maybe it isn't that and it'll be all a mess and a rush to see who can be revived before FCG goes nutty. I hope I can at least make it to the halfway point tonight before I conk out, but ughhhh Pacific timezone.

[tired-biscuit]

Haha, I love that the amount of horny Kiba asks you get has skyrocketed

So of course I have to continue to contribute to that ✨️

I absolutely loved your horny thoughts post where you explored the more animalistic/in heat kibz! Ah biscuit, you get me every time!

God, poor Naruto he's such an idiot so of course he has no idea why Kiba would get mad at him out of nowhere

Imagine having a friends with benefits relationship with both Kiba and Naruto

And both of them start catching feelings

And honestly you are too, and you don't want to do anything about it because you can't bring yourself to pick between them

And Kiba knows that it's supposed to stay feelings free, but whenever he is spending time with you and smells his scent on you

He starts making a point of marking you up more, he gets so rough whenever he thinks he has to claim you, and afterwards he offers to shower with you "to look at your beautiful body" but really it's just so that the scent of Naruto is gone from you, and so that afterwards he can cuddle up with you to make you smell like him

Naruto also knows its supposed to be feelings free, but whenever he sees the marks that Kiba has left on you he gets so irritated.

It gets to the point where Kiba is jealous enough that he confronts Naruto and they both get into a huge argument about who can fuck you better

So you're sitting on your couch at home when the both of them burst in through your door demanding to know who gives it to you better

And you cannot stop blushing because you never thought you would have them both here, and also you can't really decide between the two of them

"Come on babe, you know he can't fuck you like I do, right?"

"No way! I'm sure I make you cum way more than he can"

And you're a blushing, aroused mess when you manage to squeak out "why don't you put it to the test right now?"

Getting absolutely destroyed between the two of them

And when they are done and ask you who was better again, you're too fucked out to really answer, practically panting trying to catch your breath.

So they both help with the aftercare, and end up snuggling up to you on either side.

I love these men

fr!! i have no clue what i did to get people to start sending me kiba thirsts, but i wanna say thank you for 'em cos they make me happy. i appreciate them, sweet anon and all the others who have sent their share!! makes me wanna kiss you all.

feral!kiba will probably become a future one-shot, though i understand that it might not be for everyone because it'll explore some darker sexual themes which can be triggering for some.

the warnings will be there ofc, but i kinda wanna unleash some frustration, write this big, bad, bold dom!kiba and really focus on the cnc aspect and the predator/prey kink. it's gonna be a bit different than what i usually put out, but i'm still thinking of a sweet ending when he calms down, tho for the rest of the story he'll be rough and tough. i'm talking zero respect... it's just my preference when it comes to him, i suppose, lol.

also, i kinda wanna write him grabbing naruto by the collar cos he touched you and shoving him away with surprising strength, all enraged, nearly going berserk, like: "don't touch my fucking girl." while naruto is just over there like "what da fawk did i even do? kiba? kiba, this ain't you. 😦" before it clicks that his friend is in heat and he's like "ohhhh.", lmfaooo.

and as for the prompt you've just sent me... GAWDAMN!!! what i wouldn't give to be sandwiched between those two hunks, fr. i wanna sweat as they'd tear me apart cos of how competitive they are, istg. ughhhh. like yes sir and daddy, lemme die underneath your hands. 🥺😭

i wanna say polyamorous relationship would be a good solution, but i doubt it'd work because they wouldn't get along as soon as they'd have to share you during dates and other mushy stuff. they don't love each other in that kind of way, they just love you. so they'd definitely fight. and it'd definitely get physical sometimes because they're both idiots who lack patience.

however, i do see threesomes happening way more often after that specific time, because they'd still keep trying to one up one another, hehe. all of a sudden they're both constantly hanging out at your apartment - literally exhausting you to the point where one of them has to carry you to bed and the other has to carry you out of it cos you wouldn't be able to walk.

like they're both so big, bulky, strong, have so much stamina... byeeee, they'd murder your pussy. straight up obliterate it 🤩

and yeah same, i love 'em both so much. they're both so handsome and complete opposites visually, but are literally the same person personality-wise [well, kiba is a bit moodier and snarkier and naruto is a bit more naive and goofy, but we can't all be perfect, eh?]

truly my two fave himbo kings 💛