#and as he gets better it gets harder to reach lmao

[hauntingblue]

Zoro with tashigi makes me so insane.... "I can't tolerate your existence" "you say all the stupid things she said"

[hoshigray]

reader flirting with some random guy for toji to fuck her senseless 🙏🙏🙏😭😭 really mean and sadistic toji with a really submissive reader

sorry for tbe filth im ltierally dying i want that man so bad

𝐚. 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: fuck yessssssss!! lmao not me writing this in a day

⊹ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: hard dom! Toji x fem! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - rough sex - Daddy kink - choking - spitting - impact play; spanking - degradation (bitch, cumslut, fuckhole, slut, whore) - minimal praise - missionary + backshots/leapfrog positions - dumbification - pinching - pet names (baby, good girl, mama) - Toji is a bit mean here - mention of blood and drool.

⊹ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1k

Toji didn’t like what he was seeing. 

You knew better, yet you still misbehaved. 

Your boyfriend sees you from across the pub, mingling with some random guy at the bar top. You were smiling and laughing at the dude’s jokes, prompting the man to treat you to some drinks. To say that the display left a sour taste in Toji’s mouth would be an understatement, especially with how you would place your hands on the chump’s arm or lean into him to rest your head. How brazen of you. 

Oh, but what really sealed the deal for him would be the occasional glances you’d throw his way. Your eyes honed on him briefly with a mischievous smile to complete the look before you went to your business — you knew what you were doing. And it made the older man’s brow twitch, rich green eyes observing your every move.

Just wait til’ we get home, brat. That’s all he can think of as you deliberately flaunt your autonomy. Because the moment you have your purposeful fun and return to Toji’s side, ready to go home, he takes you without a word. He doesn’t have to say anything, letting what will happen once you step inside the house speak for itself. 

“—Ahhch!! Fuhucck!! Harder, Daddy, harder…!”

Have you ever been choked while being fucked into like a toy? That’s the treatment you’re receiving as you lie on the bed, Toji’s tough, calloused hands wrapped around your throat to restrict your breathing while he pistons his cock into you with inhumane force. 

“Harder, they say,” he chuckles. “Who told you can boss me ‘round, huh?” His hold on your throat gets tighter, and the limitation of air becomes hard to avoid while turning you on even more with the clamp of your walls around his fat dick. “You got some nerve, actin’ like a real fuckin’ slut tonight, huh?”

The snap of his hips makes it difficult to respond to him appropriately, his girth stretching your insides so euphorically, and the scrape of your g-spot has you shaking. Fuck, it felt so fucking good, so rewarding to be used like this!

“Hahh…To’jii—Ehhck!!”

“Wrong name, whore.” His eyes narrowed, hands getting tighter and tighter that his fingernails pierced your skin, the pain adding to the suffocation.

Your watery orbs roll to the top of your head as dizziness creeps in. “Dad–dyy, I…can’t brea…” your lips agape, trying to gather whatever air you can. 

Toji sees your open mouth, and with a wicked snicker, he spits into it. Your eyes widen instantly, but Toji uses one hand to squeeze your cheeks roughly. “Swallow,” he demands with a dark glint in his eyes. There’s a bit of a struggle, yet he senses you gulp his saliva down from the bob of your throat, and a shiver crawls down his spine when you show your clean mouth. “That’s a good girl…”

Don’t get blinded easily because he is not finished with you yet. 

He’ll have your back faced to him, face down to the sheets, and butt up for him to plow. His hands keep your lower half to him at all times, rutting his pelvis so hard to your wet cunt that it rocks you against the mattress. Your asscheeks rebound with every smack of his hips, taking your breath away. 

“Ooooh, hoooh, mmaahhh!” There is no way you could even make out a proper sentence, Toji grinding into your soapy slit has you shrieking from his cockhead grazing those sweet spots your could never reach. 

Unbeknownst to you, the older man surprises you with a hard slap to your ass. The action pulls you out of your daze for a split second to scream, and your vagina inherently contracts onto his length. He hisses, “Hssshhiit, baby, fuckin’ grippin’ on me and making so much damn noise like a bitch in heat...Hey, I’m talkin’ to you.” Another smack to your butt for not responding to him, prompting a rushed wail to leave your lips. “Heh, damn slut, can’t even talk to me; all you’re thinking about is my dick, right?” He slowly pulls his cock back to hear your whining, a salacious grin grows by the inch when he snaps the limb back inside your warmth, and you grip the sheets. “Mmmph, fuck, this pussy is too crazy…”

Another slap to your butt makes you tremble and twitch, peering over your shoulder to look at the man behind you. Jesus, he looked so hot the way he was drilling his dick into you. The sounds of skin slapping against each other brings the room to life. “—Fuuahh, haahnn, Daddyyy…!”

The raven-haired man notices you observing him, chuckling before placing a hand on your head to smoosh it back down to the sheets. “Who the fuck told ya to look over here?” He strikes your ass once more, his fingertips stinging crescents into your hot skin. He's so rough with you that you know there will be blood from those scratches.

The weight of his hand on your head feels so strong, unable to move as his entire brawny frame has you submit to his bow. “Daddyyyy, ohh fuuuck,” you mewl for him to hear. “It shfeels sho g’ood…!” God, you sound so fucking stupid. Your brain dissolves into mush, and your body corrupted by his powerful dominance. “God, it sh’o gooood! Give me more, pleaseee!!” 

“There they go asking for more, fuckin’ fuckhole,” he groans under his breath, grinding his pelvis to your chasm to listen to your sweet begs for pleasure. “Easy there, mama; I’ll give ya what ya want...Hgghh…You wanna cum for Daddy again, right?”

Drool streams down from your lips to stain the sheets beneath. “Yesshhh, yes pleaseee…! Ohhh!” He slaps and pinches your asscheeks again; Good Lord, his strikes were not meant for the weak. 

“Then stay still, look all pretty, and keep wringin’ me out like the cumslut you are, got it?” You babble more sounds of agreement, thoughtless on whether they are actual words. You amuse him to remove his hand from your head and back to your hips, propelling you to stick to him again as his hips strike your ass with a hungry vigor.

“That’s my girl…”

requests/thirsts are open hehe~ 🧸

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[alisblackgf]

okok hear me out.... yk the scene in s1 where the old guy (mr han i think) hugs hyun su and hyun su basically kills him with his monster wing thing what if reader took mr hans place and hyun su killed reader, but then reader comes back as a neohuman and they reunite in s2 (i hope this made sense pls im bad at explaining)

someone cooked here. LMAO anon you're a genius

rememberance

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: cha hyun-su x gn!reader

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: hurt/comfort(?)

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you died by his hands, and he never forgave himself for it. that was until he saw you standing alive and well in front of him.

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: i didn't know if i wanted to make it an established relationship or not, so that's up to you! also when i finished this i thought it was way longer than it actually was. hopefully you still enjoy it!

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: mentions of death, blood, basically anything you'd see in sweet home

"it's not your fault."

your voice echoed in his mind continuously. part of him wishes he could forget, the other part of him wishes it'd stay forever.

he remembered the way your arms wrapped around him, even when your skin was pierced by his wing.

"it's not your fault," you whispered, your grasp slightly loosening due to your injuries. you could feel yourself slipping away.

you used your final breaths to reassure him, relief taking over your features when his wing turned back into his arm, and the pure blackness of his eyes returned to the eyes you'd stare into with adoration.

once he fully processed the situation, he held you tightly and cried into you. you held him back for as long as you could, and once he felt your arms let him go, he cried harder.

he remembered how your lifeless body felt. the weight of you was still there, but everything else that made you you was gone.

it had been a year since it happened. he thought it'd get better with time, but it hadn't. he catches himself thinking about you more often than he should, but he can't—he won't—let himself forget you.

he didn't think that his determination to keep your memory alive would lead to hallucinations of you. was he hallucinating?

eun-yu stood next to him, and upon seeing you, she ran up to you and hugged you. you hugged her back and gave her a soft smile. she pulled away, and your gaze landed on him.

he definitely wasn't hallucinating.

he looked different than when you last saw him. his hair grew out a bit more, and you observed his shirt.

it looked cut up, and you could only assume it was from his wing. the same one that "killed" you. you winced at the memory, convinced you could almost feel the tears in your skin again.

you had changed, too, though. your hair was different, more suitable to the outbreak of monsters, and your choice of clothing was, too. it's not something he expected you to wear, but it looked good on you.

he walked towards you and you stood before him, unmoving, just as shocked as he was.

"hyun-su?" you reached out to touch his face, and once he felt your touch, he gave a shaky sigh and tears began to fall.

you wiped his tears and gently shushed him, pulling him into an embrace. he buried his face into your neck, mumbling apologies.

"i'm sorry," he cried into you, just like he did when your pierced skin leaked blood onto him.

"i know. it wasn't your fault." you held him tight, expressing that your grasp wouldn't falter this time, and you let him stay in your arms as long as he needed to, because this time, you weren't going anywhere.

[aerynwrites]

Thoughts on Gale and/or Halsin's reaction to Tav using a pheromone perfume?

Ooo this is such a fun little idea! I hope you’re okay with me doing some quick little headcanons for these? I wanted to do both of them so I figured that would work best!

Gale

He’d probably react almost immediately but not really know why lmao

He’d notice you smell a little different but it’s so subtle he just chalks it up to a new perfume (he’s close) or maybe a new soap you started using.

What he doesn’t actively notice is how much more he starts to seek you out - despite being together already, he’s constantly seeking to be close to you.

And when he is close, whether it be reading together or sitting by the fire or getting ready for bed, he’s constantly reaching out to touch you.

A hand on your waist, fingers brushing your cheek, a hand on your thigh.

Mostly he just finds himself wanting to kiss you tbh.

Cheek kisses, kisses to the palms of your hands, but mostly he leaves them to the exposed skin of your shoulder, his arms wrapping around you from behind as he nuzzles into the space between your head and shoulder.

TLDR: Gale gets handsy haha

Halsin

Okay

Halsin is very similar to Gale except for the fact that he KNOWS what’s up.

This man knows pheromones when he smells them I mean - come on he spends a lot of his time as a bear.

I could honestly see him being slightly teasing about it, pretending not to know at first before finally revealing his knowledge.

He already loves touching you but like - with this stuff??? Yeah it’s even worse (or better??)

This man cannot keep his hands to himself and he doesn’t care who sees lmao.

Gathered around the fire, he has you tugged closed to his side, hand splayed wide against your hip/waists as his fingers toy with the hem of your shirt, seeking the skin beneath.

And when you are away from prying eyes…let’s just say he leans even more into his natural desires than usual.

He’d take pretty much any chance or excuse to sleep with you.

I could even see him eventually telling you he knows about the perfume/cologne and is like -

“I know what you’re seeking to do, my heart, but believe me when I say I do not need man made mixes to make me crave you.”

You just chuckle and are like “well it worked didn’t it?”

Overall he’s just more…Halsin. Maybe his wild shape is a little harder to control 👀

[foli-vora]

too close

joel miller x f!reader

a/n: more porn, idk what to say lmao. i want him to be cold and rough and i want it to hurt, y’ know what i mean?? anyway, here’s a supremely pissed off joel — enjoy! x

word count: just under 3.1k

warnings: swearing, very brief violence/mention of weapons, a close call, clicker attack, joel being a hero and being annoyed af about it, angsty vibes, the king of emotional constipation, SMUT 18+ ONLY: brief hand job, being restrained by being held down, unprotected p in v, very rough sex with bit of pain, no orgasm for reader coz punishment, cum shot over da assss

He hadn’t spoken.

Nothing. Not a single damn word since it happened.

Your heart still thunders in your chest, pounding in your ears and threatening to break free from its bone cage. The adrenaline has long worn off, leaving you with a tremble in your hands you can’t quite seem to get under control.

The weight of it still lingers on your body. The inhuman high pitched roar of it still circles your mind on an endless loop. The overwhelming rush of fear had paralysed you, frozen you under its brute strength and your touch had been numb around your weapon. That should’ve been it for you—done. Dead. Torn to fucking shreds right there on the filthy, muddied floor.

But he’d come out of fucking nowhere. 

A body had rushed in from the side, the clicker barely able to turn towards the noise with a wailing screech before a weight spear tackled it and gave you the chance to roll back onto your feet. You had watched, through dazed eyes, as Joel had wrestled with the creature before firing a few bullets into its sickly orange flared head with his own roar of fury.

The snarl hadn’t left his face as he stood, glaring down at the clicker, almost daring it to fucking twitch, before he spun for you, tugging harshly at your arms and collar to look for any marks. He’d shoved you away after his hurried check, uncaring as you stumbled back from the unexpected rough touch and seemingly satisfied with your untorn skin.

He had ignored your shaky thank you.

Though he doesn’t talk, he still touches. His hands cover any sharp surfaces you pass, his forearm presses into your chest to keep you from moving forward when it’s too risky, his palm pushes at your head to ensure you get through the tunnel without hitting your head—

Little things.

Little things that let you know he’s not about to throw your ass out onto the streets of the QZ for being such a fucking idiot… you hope, anyway.

The silence remains, thick and uncomfortable, all the way back until you finally reach your quarters undetected. Joel dumps his pack on the floor without a care, striding straight for the bottle of shitty homemade booze left out on the table. You hang back, nervously fiddling with your fingers as he downs a generous mouthful, ignoring the drop that escapes his lips and melts into his patchy beard.

You swallow, tongue sweeping over your dry lips, “Joel?”

He doesn’t react.

Instead, he tears a chair out from where it’s tucked under the table and allows himself to drop into it with a sharp exhale, one hand brushing down his tired features. His eyes focus beyond the floor, the slosh of the amber liquid the only sound in the dark room as he nurses the bottle slowly.

“Joel.” Firmer. Harder. “Can we talk ab—”

“No. No, we cannot.”

The pure acid in his rumble of a tone burns. You shrink from the force of it.

“Joel, I… I’m really sorry—”

“Oh, well shit—that just makes it all better!”

“I’ll be quicker next time, it just took me off-guard, bu—”

“‘Next time’?”

It’s incredulous, spat through tight lips as if it’s the most absurd thing he’s ever fucking heard in his life. His wild eyes suddenly focus on you and your breath sticks in your throat. They zero in on where you stand, still hovering by the door, nervous to take a step further into your shared dwelling.

“There ain’t gonna be a fuckin’ ‘next time’. Your ass is stayin’ in the QZ—permanently.”

“What? Joel—”

“I do not want to hear it,” he snarls. “The hell were you thinkin’, huh?! It fuckin’ had you!”

It all comes back. The feeling of it hitting you, grabbing you, forcing you to the floor and screeching in your face. Death had been mere inches from you, death had had you in his damn grasp. The shadow of it brings a shiver along your skin.

“I know.”

It’s weak, pathetic.

“You can’t afford to freeze like that! Not out there. You get one chance to not fuck up—one fuckin’ chance! If I hadn't been there… Jesus Christ.”

He shifts to lean forward, resting an elbow in the upper crease of his knee as his fingers press tightly into his eyes and rub. You step lightly towards him, crossing the space between you and carefully reaching out to run a hand along the arch of his back, feeling the muscles jump under your touch.

“I’m sorry,” you breathe, moving your hand up to the nape of his neck and into his hair, carding your fingers through his dry, mussed strands and softly working through the slight knots sitting there, “I really am—”

He bitterly knocks your hand away, jerking away from your touch like you’d burnt him, and it cuts into your heart, tearing through muscle and spilling a vicious icy ache through your chest.

“That doesn’t make it okay,” he mutters stiffly, standing from his chair and walking away from you.

You bring your hand back towards your chest and swallow the thickness building in your throat before you can choke on it. The rejection stings, and the tears that build along your lash line are automatic.

They blur your vision of him standing at the window, back to you, arms crossed tightly across his chest. He’s rigid, posture hardened by the mix of emotion filling him. You know better than to approach him again, and instead sink down into the chair he vacated.

Silence returns, the tension rolling from his shoulders in waves reaching you despite being across the room. You pick at your skin, peeling the flakes of dried mud from your hands and pulling at the stray threads loosened from your sleeves.

Was there any way of coming back from this? It had taken you weeks to wear him down enough to even think about taking you out of the QZ on a small run, and now? He’d never go for it again. You’re back to having the mile high walls as your prison, your cage.

You’re more capable than this, you’d just been surprised is all. Surely you weren’t the first person to have been taken off guard by their appearance? To wonder how the hell something like that could come from a human? You’d never seen one at that stage before… couldn’t he just understand?

There were others, a quiet voice rings through your mind, only they never made it to the other side to think about it, to question it.

It could’ve killed you, it could’ve killed Joel, and that was all on you. All the work, all the planning, all the potential earnings… gone to shit, because you couldn’t keep your head straight the second you ran into trouble.

“I’m sorry for ruining the run,” you mutter, quickly swiping away the hot tear trailing down your cheek, “I’ll find extra work and get you the ration cards you’ve lost from this.”

He slowly turns to face you, a deep scowl carved into his stone set features and his arms drop to his sides, his hands clenching into fists. You fight the urge to curl in on yourself and remain stiff shouldered, returning his glare with a shakily stubborn gaze despite the few remaining tears that slip free from where they gather along your lashes.

“Christ. Is that what you’re thinkin’ about right now?” He’s quiet, but the rage still simmers away beneath the surface of his tone, causing the already deep drawl to roughen. “I don’t fuckin’ care about the damn cards.”

“Then why are you so fucking mad at me?” You cry out, “I said I was sorry! I made a mistake, everyo—”

“I almost fuckin’ lost you!”

You freeze at the sudden volume of his voice, the low simmer now a full boil. His shout bounces off the cracked walls and brings a whole new kind of silence to the room, the sheer ferocity of it bringing your heart into your throat.  He shakes his head and turns back towards the window, saying nothing more and leaving his words to hang in the dark.

The little thing between you and Joel had never been defined, and probably never would be. He just wasn’t like that. Sweet nothings and declarations of feelings had never, and will never, leave his lips. You weren’t even sure he liked you most of the time. You’re almost positive you’re nothing but an inconvenience to him, merely there to fill the deep void of loneliness the disaster of a world brought upon everyone.

But his words have your mind racing. Would it have bothered him that much? Does he see you as something more than an annoyance? Was it just as a companion, or maybe it ran deeper? Do you dare let the small bud of hope growing in your chest blossom into something stronger?

“Joel—”

“You should get some sleep.”

There’s no room for argument.

You give a small nod and stand, shedding the thick jacket draped from your shoulders and kicking your boots off. He doesn’t acknowledge you again, never moving his attention away from the window as you do a quick once over your dirtied skin with your damp rags before slipping under the thin, patched together blanket draped over the bed.

“Are you coming to bed?” You ask quietly, eyes following the curve of his side profile illuminated by the hue of street lighting seeping through the glass.

“No.”

Swallowing the discomfort starting to constrict the back of your throat, you give a strangled, “Okay,” and roll over, turning your back to him and burying your face into his pillow to hide the tears that escape when you squeeze your eyes shut.

He does.

Sometime in the early morning, your hand brushes against his back and it’s enough to bring you out of your troubled slumber. You’re careful not to jolt the bed too much as you shift closer to him, pressing up tight against his back and carefully smoothing a hand along his side.

You soak in the warmth his body provides, inhale the familiar waves of dirt and sweat that constantly roll from his skin. If you focus enough, you can detect the faint traces of mint that linger beneath the grime from the bar of soap it had taken you weeks to save for. You knew he liked it.

He’s awake—you can feel it. The tension is still wound tight in the muscles of his shoulders, his body still practically trembles from anger, but at least he doesn’t push you away again. Your hand wanders further, smoothing down to run over his stomach and up to his chest, resting over the heavy drum of his heart.

“Are you still mad?”

Silence follows your question. Did he hear you? Maybe you’d been wrong in your earlier observation and he was, in fact, asleep. Or he was just simply ignoring you, but then finally—

“Yeah,” he answers in his thick exhaustion riddled drawl, the word rough on his tongue.

“Oh.”

There’s nothing more to say. What could you say to make it better? Nothing. It had happened, and now you simply had to wait it out until the rage started to seep from his system. Would it take days? Weeks? Your hand starts to wander as you think, and you pay no mind to the paths it makes until you feel him stiffen under your touch.

You feel your fingers brush along the waistband of his jeans and your heart jumps in your chest, beating just that little heavier. He still doesn’t push you away. Maybe there’s nothing you could say, but maybe something you could do? Give him an outlet, a chance to work the anger from his system—

Heart pounding, you let your fingers slip beneath the denim and rake through the thick patch of curls there before finding his soft cock and carefully taking it in your grasp. There’s not a whole lot of room to work with the unforgiving stretch of his jeans, but you settle for what you can do, keeping your strokes light and restricted.

It doesn’t seem to matter.

His cock swells in your hold, the soft flesh thickening and hardening until it strains against its confines, throbbing heavily in your hand. The feel of him responding to your touch lights a fire in your core, every shallow jerk you make over his cock sending waves upon waves of warmth through your system until it builds in the pit of your stomach.

This could work. This could—

A hand curls around your wrist and tugs, tearing it out from inside his jeans and throwing it back towards you. Your stomach twists at the harshness of it, a brief flutter of panic shooting along your nerves as Joel tears the sheet away from his body and turns on you.

“What the hell are you doin’?” He demands in a rough grumble and you’re rolled onto your stomach before you could even think of uttering an apology, pressed into the unforgiving mattress by the weight of him straddling your upper thighs. “You think jerkin’ me off will make everythin’ better? You think it’ll make me forgive you? Huh?”

“N-no—”

“No?” He parrots gruffly, taking a wrist in each hand and pressing your hands into the bed. “That’s what it fuckin’ feels like.”

“That’s not—” you shift under the weight of him, attempting to adjust his grip on your wrists only for him to briefly tighten his hold, “—Joel, I—”

“You think I’m gonna soften on you just coz you’re touchin’ my cock?” He continues as if you hadn’t said a word, pushing himself roughly off your wrists and curling his fingers into your waist until it stings, forcing your ass up until he can curl over you and shove a hand to the front of your pants, “Think again, girl.”

He tears them open and straightens, fingers digging under the waistband of both your jeans and your underwear before tugging harshly at them until your ass is bared to him. He doesn’t bother taking them completely off, merely shoving them down enough out of the way so he’d be able to reach your cunt.

It’s a rush. Your heart thunders in your ears, your nerves wind tight in anticipation. He’s not gentle. Your skin burns where the denim had been yanked down, his hands grab and squeeze until an ache follows his touch. 

You’re barely able to comprehend the faint sound of a zipper before the blunt head of his cock is suddenly pushing between your thighs and nudging at your folds. It’s instinct to tense, knowing you’re not even slightly ready to take him, but you find yourself arching into him nonetheless.

He lines himself up, probing at your entrance before letting his hips slam forward in one savage thrust, forcing you to take the entire thick length of his cock and crushing you into the mattress. Your cry of surprise, pain, melts into the bed; your hands scramble across the bedding in search of something to hold, something to steady yourself with as he starts to move in earnest.

His pace is brutal.

It’s quick, hard.

A clear punishment, and you take it all eagerly, muffling the various noises he rips from your throat into the bedding. Arousal steadily builds as you flutter and clench around him while he takes what he wants, the feeling of him hitting a spot that feels almost too far in your cunt shooting right through your system until you feel tears sting your eyes. 

Every hit to that spot is blissful agony, your body jolting and twisting from the feeling of having him practically in your stomach with every upwards thrust. The more you try to squirm away from him hitting so fucking deep, his hands tighten and tug you back, pressing you into the mattress and unable to move away from the steady force of his hips.

A hand curls around the nape of your neck, pushing and pushing you further into the bed and keeping you completely still and at his total mercy.

It’s too much. It’s fucking perfection.

None of it is for you.

Your swollen clit throbs from the lack of attention, the ache in your core only growing wilder and wilder as his cock continues to pound into you with no end in sight. There’d be no edge, no release. Only Joel and the way he seemingly tears you apart from the inside out, forcing your body to take the weight of his fury, the weight of his fear, again and again.

The cry that leaves your lips is sharp when he eventually rips himself away, his broken exhale mingling with a downright obscene grumble of a moan doing nothing to temper the relentless fire birthed from his aggression. He finishes over your ass cheek after fisting his cock and giving it a few firm jerks, painting your skin with his hot cum and letting the weeping tip of it slide through the mess as he comes down.

You pant into the bedding, your fingers still clutching the sheets for dear life. They ache when your grip finally loosens, your joints protesting the sudden relaxing of the digits. You hurt. You throb. You tremble from the rough fucking, your cunt quivers and weeps for more despite your walls feeling tender from his merciless entry. 

He rolls off of you to sit on the edge of the bed, raking a hand through his now wild hair and drawing in a few deep breaths. Your eyes begin to flutter, your body heavy where it sinks into the mattress. He leans forward and braces his forearms on his thighs, barely sparing you a look at you over his shoulder.

“Don’t you ever do that again,” he warns lowly, bringing you briefly out of the haze coaxing you further and further into an inky black abyss, “do you understand me? Never again.”

The words go unspoken, like so many had done before—I can’t lose you, too.

-

everything pp: @maievdenoir, @javier-pena, @lv7867, @dihra-vesa, @katronautt, @radiowallet, @januarystears, @missminkylove, @beskarprincessjenny, @mswarriorbabe80, @danidrabbles, @sergeantbannerbarnes, @amneris21, @eri16, @absurdthirst, @hnt-escape, @acourtofsnakes, @ezrasbirdie, @mstgsmy, @lovesbiggerthanpride, @coaaster, @sherala007, @kelseyxyeslek, @greeneyedblondie44, @wyn-n-tonic, @you-got-me-starry-eyed, @shirks-all-responsibilities, @withasideofmeg, @harriedandharassed, @andruxx, @buckybarneshairpullingkink, @spideysimpossiblegirl, @prostitute-robot-from-the-future, @tanzthompson, @mad-girl-without-a-box, @hope-for-the-best-98, @fangirl-316, @christina-loves, @jediknight122, @hallway5, @xoxabs88xox, @nicolethered, @churchill356, @massivecolorspygiant, @just-here-for-the-moment, @gracie7209, @pinkie289, @lavenderluna10, @goodgriefitsawildworld, @juletheghoul, @punkerthanpascal​, @itswanktime, @karolydulin, @pedrostories​, @fabilei, @ghostwiththemostbitch, @omlwhatamidoinghere, @cannedsoupsucks​, @chaoticemz, @hows-my-hair​, @alexxavicry​, @cran-berry-vodka, @deadhumourist​, @outercrasis​, @thisshipwillsail316​, @toxicfrankenstein​, @hotchlover​, @ew-erin​, @mishasminion360​, @jitterbugs927​, @penelopeimp​, @woodland-mist​, @pedro-pastel​, @spaceserialkiller, @adriiibell​, @1andthesame​, @elegantduckturtle​, @captain-jebi​, @magpie-to-the-morning​, @sharkbait77​, @sleep-tight1​, @musings-of-a-rose​, @Karlawithacapitalk, @woomen23​, @frasmotic​, @songsformonkeys​, @loonymagizoologist​, @aynsleywalker​, @ruhro7​, @bluestuesday​, @what-iwish-you-knew​, @princess-djarinn​, @totallynotastanacc​, @girlofchaos​, @pjkimrn​, @bangaveragewhitewine​, @trickstersp8​, @rominaszh, @gooddaykate​, @ms-loverman-066​, @bunniwarrior, @detectivecarisi-1​, @tintinn16​, @iceclaw101​, @bport76, @thatpinkshirt​, @tusk89​, @withakindheartx​, @curiouskeyboard​, @pedropascalsx, @sirpascal, @racetrackheart, @patisseriel, @timpletance​, @titabel​, @xdaddysprincessxx​, @dnxgma​, @astronomeoww​, @dindjarinswhore, @alwaysdjarin​, @mando-amando​, @mx-ferelden​, @trinkets01​, @jxvipike​, @thesmutslut​, @thereisaplaceintheheart​, @scentedthingtidalwave​, @mwltwo, @loveslide​, @artsymaddie​, @untitledarea​, @sukunababe​, @emiemiemiii​, @your-slutty-gf​, @wisecolornight​, @emilianamason​, @justreblogginfics​, @marcmurdock​, @everythingisspokenfortbh​

joel miller: @jujuliaispunk​, @joelmiller67​, @tubble-wubble​, @uwiuwi​,

plus my two gorgeous babes who i think will enjoy: @charnelhouse & @frannyzooey

[hysteria-things]

can u do a story of like chris sturnolio being a dad ??

UNEXPECTED TURNS

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: dad!chris x reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: at first, you were devastated to find out that you were pregnant at this age. now, realization hits and turns out it’s not so bad for not only you; but chris too.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: FLUFFY, angst in the beginning, flashbacks, panic attack

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 760

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: IVE BEEN WAITING FOR A REQUEST LIKE THIS I FIND THESE SO CUTE!

was gonna save this for another day but i’m too impatient LMAO

i’m trying to get through my inbox so there should be lots to come! hope you like it anon :)

*flashback*

‘pregnant’

you read the word at least ten times on the test in your violently shaking hand.

a sob leaves your throat as you tremble. “no.” you choke out.

you try your best to grab your phone and text chris, your boyfriend. you need him here, and you need him here now.

“y/n?” his voice echoes through the house. you steadied your breathing, but you’re still a trembling and crying mess on the bathroom floor.

you hear footsteps coming up the steps. “y/n?” he calls out again.

he runs over to the bathroom door and opens it. the panic shoots through your body again when you see him, and you breathe heavily. “i’m sorry.” you say between sobs.

chris worries all over his face. he kneels to you to take your shaky hands in his. “sorry about what? oh my god, what happened?”

you point to the counter where the test is. he knits his eyebrows together and grabs it off the countertop. he scans over it for a few beats before looking into your crying eyes.

he sets the test down, taking his thumbs and trying his best to rub as many tears away. “i’m sorry.” you repeat.

he brings your head into his chest and tries to shush you. “you have nothing to be sorry about.”

he rubs up and down your body in a soothing motion, whispering in your ear. he rocks you from side to side.

his chin is resting on top of your head. “i’m with you on whatever decision you make. you know that right?” he tells you, kissing your head.

you nod. your ear is on his heartbeat, which is strangely calm. you close your eyes to focus on the rhythm, your breathing steadying along with it.

*9 months later*

tears of joy leave your eyes when the doctor carefully places your daughter in your arms. chris held onto your hand tight the whole birth. he rests his forehead on yours and kisses your nose, then the top of your little girl’s head.

“thank you for giving her to me.” you smile at chris.

“are you kidding? you’re the one that went through hell for nine months.” you and him both chuckle. “you’re a warrior, y/n. don’t ever forget that.”

holding your child for the first time is a different type of love. you never want to let them go.

despite both of you being 20, you know you guys can be the best parents to your baby girl.

*now*

chris sighs when he hears your one-year-old in the pack-and-play he set up in the living room. she’s been crying nonstop.

he gets up from the couch and walks over, leaning to get a better view of her. “what is it, little miss?” he says, reaching into the pack-and-play to pick her up.

she stops her crying to look at her father for a split second, but then goes back to the tantrum. “ma-ma.” she cries.

“your mama is taking a nap. she needs to rest.”

that only makes sadie cry harder, and chris tuts. “let’s take a look outside.”

you guys bought a house during your pregnancy, still close to his and your family. it came with a beautiful backyard.

ever since sadie was born, she has been so fascinated by looking outside. it always worked to calm down her little outbursts.

chris turns so his back is facing the glass door. her head rests on his shoulder as she looks at the summer greenery and flowers. her crying immediately stops, and now she’s doing rapid sniffles.

he rubs her back in a soothing circular motion and rocks from side to side. “i don’t like when you’re this upset, little miss. everything’s okay, i promise.”

her cheek rests on his shoulder, her breathing going back to normal.

when it seems to be a little too quiet, he peeks to look at her face, seeing sadie holding on tight to his arm and sleeping peacefully.

he rolls his eyes but smiles. “so dramatic.” he mumbles. “i wonder who you get it from.”

chris walks the sleeping infant into her nursery to set her down in the crib. before doing so, he kissed her on the cheek.

he stays there to admire what’s in front of him. she most definitely has your face and hair, but she has his blue eyes.

this was not a part of the plan in your relationship; at least not this soon. however, you guys wouldn’t want it any other way.

and that’s the beauty of unexpected turns.

𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!

@bunbunbl0gs @lexisecretaccx @thy-mission @angelic-sturniolos111 @sophssturn @mattsneezing @janiellasblog @blahbel668 @meg-sturniolo @hearts4chris @mattslolita @sturnbaby @imwetforyourmom

[k-hotchoisan]

HI HI CONGRATS ON 50000000 ‼️ 🤭 for the “this or that” could you do 8 and/or 22 (i cant choose between those two LMAO 🥲) when you have the chance pretty plsss ? I love the way you write ateez 🧎‍♀️

8. Make Seonghwa cum in you or Yunho cum in your mouth?

It’s the breeding kink for me,,, thank you for the lovely words 🩷

Warnings: smut, pwp, creampies, it was protected sex for like two seconds until y/n is too fucked out from pleasure that she begs to remove the condom, dom!seonghwa

Taglist: @bro-atz @diamond-3 @mcarebearsstuff

K’s 500: this or that masterlist here!

“I think we should use a condom”, you tell Seonghwa breathlessly as he’s drowning you with his lips, leaving barely any area of skin untouched. He’s been so pent up from his schedule recently that the moment he sees you, his hands are all over you while your clothes were not. It doesn’t take very long for him to roll a condom over his hard erection before he slips himself into you, as he watches your face contort into pleasure when he slowly fills you up.

Seonghwa is now rutting into you, groaning at how your cunt is swallowing him deeper to accommodate his length, but despite the pumps of dopamine that releases every time he feels himself twitch in you, he feels that something is missing. He bites his inner cheek, growing frustrated as his thrusts grow harder, watching the way you’re squirming against his body every time your tits and ass bounce when he fucks into you harder. His palms graze along your legs before he bends them to have his cock reach deeper parts of your throbbing cunt. Fuck, that feels a lot better but he’s still not satisfied.

His attention shifts to the condom that hugs his cock, and he grunts. He really wants to pull it off so bad, but he stops himself from letting his dick think for him (as if he isn’t borderline dancing on the fence is euphoria with his dick pumping in and out of you). He really needs to fucking breed you the more he hears your desperate sobs of begging him to fuck you harder. Seonghwa thinks he’s holding up pretty well, deciding to let himself attempt to slowly chase his orgasm. That is, until you mutter, “not enough”, staring up at him with those glazed out eyes he cannot get enough of.

His hands find your cheeks, the warmth of his palm engulfing your skin, as he watches you pant and whine into his palm. You lock your eyes with his.

“Hwa”, you whine, your abdomen flexing when he hits your sweet spot once more.

He hums in reply.

“Get the condom off.”

Seonghwa’s eyes widen. He completely stills in you for a moment. He blinks twice.

You stare back with scrunched eyebrows and a pout, your body tingling with crave to be just fucked raw.

“Are you sure?” Seonghwa asks, giving your thighs soft strokes.

“Yeah. It’s okay. Please. Fuck, I need you raw”, you plead. Seonghwa bites his lip, his rationale is thrown out the window when you beg him so nicely like that.

And when he pulls out, your hands reach over to yank the condom off his cock, dropping the worn latex off somewhere on the floor. Seonghwa watches you as you wrap your legs around his waist, sinking back into his cock with a relieved sigh. Seonghwa groans as his cock envelopes into your heat once more, now more sensitive and so mind breakingly good.

“Fuck. That feels so good. So warm”, Seonghwa sighs, pulling your body closer to him as he begins mindlessly fucking you into the bed again. He’s dizzy with pleasure every time he sinks his cock into your warm pussy. Your toes are curled from your sweet spot being hammered over and over again, and you fucking swear through the stars bursting through your eyelids that you were made for him to ruin and bred stupid. Your eyes water from the pleasure as you leave pretty marks down his back.

Seonghwa grunts, and he pulls back slightly, watching the way you cream on his cock before slamming right back in, while sucking the perfect spot on your neck. Your eyes roll back and you completely let go on his cock, your thighs shaking when your mind goes completely blank, clawing his back and crying about how it’s all too much.

“You wanted to get rid of the condom, Angel. Now you’re complaining how it’s too much?” He teases as he fucks you through your orgasm, drawing it as long as he could, the overstimulation making you cream even more.

“I’m cumming, babe. Ah, fuck. Why do you have to feel so fucking good?”

Seonghwa is desperately rutting into you now, his orgasm just dangling over him.

Your legs tighten around his waist as you keep him close to you, finding the energy to whisper softly into his ears with words that you know would drive him over the edge.

“Fucking dump it all in my cunt, Hwa. You know you want to.”

Seonghwa spits broken curses once more as his hips jerks deeper into you, his orgasm crashing into him as ropes of cum unload into your cunt.

He stays above you for a moment, trying to regulate his breathing as his arms stay curled around your body. Then Seonghwa slowly pulls out, not missing out on the soft groan that leaves your lips when he does.

He presses a kiss on your temple before snuggling up behind you, his arm snaking around your waist as he pulls you close to him.

“You sure that was okay? Like removing the condom?” He asks, a hint of worry in his voice as his fingers draw gentle circles on your thigh.

“Yeah. I suddenly remembered that I have birth control”, you reply, as you absentmindedly play with his fingers.

Seonghwa’s eyebrows scrunch as he slowly gets up from the bed, and now he’s above you with a funny glint in his eye.

“Ah, so I should make sure you’re swollen with cum by the end of the evening, shouldn’t I?”

You stare back at him, blinking while wearing the most blank expression before you realise it.

Fuck.

[theveesbf]

The Vees X Reader using the silent treatment

︴Notes - Hey everyone!! This was an idea that a friend of mine gave me, and I needed to write because she was beginning to like the Vees so like 😁😁 anyways I hope y'all enjoy it!

︴Content - Headcanons of Vox, Velvette and Valentino X Reader who used the silence treatment after a fight.

Vox doesn't like to have the feeling his the wrong one, so after fighting with you he expects you to be the one reaching out to him.

But you just don't.

Vox waits for you the whole day, and you never show up to even say a good morning!

When he finds you watching TV, he goes to talk to you, but the fact that you ignore him makes Vox freeze.

I mean, he was never really ignored, and the fact you, as his partner, did this was like denying candy to a spoiled child.

He spent a whole 10 minutes trying to talk to you and no matter what he said you didn't even looked at his face for a single moment.

Vox was almost losing his sanity as he decided to say the one thing he knew was going to destroy his ego.

He remembered that earlier that day you asked Vox to go out with you, but he told you he was busy.

Obviously you said that he was always working and that 10 minutes wouldn't make his business go down.

He just ignored you and continued working, without even saying no again.

Knowing what happened he decided to apologize to you.

"Listen uh, I'm... I'm sorry okay? I should've considered your feelings more."

The moment he finished saying you turned around to look at him with a smile.

"See, now that wasn't so hard, was it? But I forgive you Vox. "

That's how Vox never ignored you anymore without a good reason.

Velvette sometimes doesn't even notice that what she says can hurt people.

And that includes you. She wasn't really used to dating someone and this made her be a bit insensitive sometimes.

Velvette never pays attention to what she says until she went to talk to you and you just, ignored her.

She was so confused, she thought you didn't heard what she said.

But when she already repeated the same thing 5 times, Velvette knows you're doing it on purpose.

And she has no fucking idea on why!

That fact already makes her stressed all day because you never even glanced at her.

So she tried to remember everything that happened all day that could've made you like that.

That's when Velvette remembered that she told you how your outfit didn't match at all and it was really ugly. And she didn't saw how sad you got when she said that.

"Hey honey, I'm sorry about earlier. I didn't noticed that what I said was hurtful."

Velvette is definetly the one who tries the best to apologize to you, even if it hurts a bit inside lmao.

You wanted no time on hugging her when she finished it.

"I forgive you Vel, just try to watch your words better 'kay?"

Velvette only laughed it off, and every time you ignored her, she knew that she had to try harder on thinking before speaking.

Valentino can have a hard time respecting people's boundaries, and even if he tries his best with you, it's still... In progress.

Especially with how easily angry he gets. Valentino can't take a no without getting annoyed.

Of course, with you it's better, he actually tries to be a good partner for you.

But sometimes he let his emotions take over him, which leads to situations like this.

Valentino was going to kiss you and be all clingy to you, but he was hella confused when you walked past him.

He quickly walked to your direction to ask you what happened but you never took your eyes off the cellphone.

Even when he grabbed it off your hand, you just kept walking. And that made him both confused and mad.

He tried a lot of things but you never talked to him, until he remembered what had happened earlier.

Val was stressed and that made him yell at you when you got inside his studio without asking him first.

He never says sorry, so apologising to you was a bit awkward.

"Amorcito, please don't be mad at me. I was just stressed, you didn't asked me to go there. Can you forgive me Amor?"

His apology was definetly a bit weird but you knew that's just how he was, and you kissed him before answering.

"Of course Val, just try to be more patient next time."

[iliketangerines]

could u write something just for mk 2021 kung lao? i barely see any fics for him😔😔 (not pressuring!!)

a reminder that you're mine

a/n: i gotchu cuties. lmao the way that these all line perfectly is actually so cool. i have a love-hate relationship with this movie but hopefully the sequel is better

pairing: dom!kung lao x afab!reader

warnings: nsfw (MDNI), overstimulation, breeding kink, spanking, pussy-eating, finger-fucking, nipple play

Kung Lao nearly snaps his chopsticks at the sight of Kano shamelessly flirting with you, bumping his shoulder into his and leaving unnecessary touches on your body

Kano had been giving you flirty and lewd comments about you since he had gotten here, whistling at the sight of your ass in training tights and making sex jokes every 5 seconds

after Kung Lao angers Kano enough to have him reveal his arcana, Kano flirts with you even harder, shooting a wink your way and sneering at Kung Lao

Liu Kang has to put a hand on Kung Lao’s arm to stop him for reaching for his hat and slicing off the irritating man’s head

the entire time you’re just smiling politely, trying to keep Cole away from Kano because the Aussie seemed to have much too fun bullying the boxer

when dinner finally ends, Kung Lao grabs onto your arm tightly and drags you off to his bedroom, leaving Liu Kang to clean up the dishes with Cole

he slams the door behind you and presses you against the wall and kisses you deeply, grabbing and squeezing the back of your neck, and you relax into him

he brings one of his legs to hook onto his waist and grinds into your cunt, and you whine into his mouth and you grind back onto him

he parts from your lips and trails kisses down your neck, sucking a hickey into your neck so that fucking Aussie knows that you belong to someone else

you whimper into the air and bring your hand into his hair, slipping off the hair tie in his hair and tugging on his locks

he grunts into your neck and moves down, moving your uniform aside to mouth at your breasts and nip at your nipples, smiling at your short yelps and needy whines

he twists and pinches with his rough fingers, and he suddenly remembers that Kano sleeps in the room right next to him

a part of him wants to stop, so that the Aussie won’t be able to hear your moans, but then he’s struck with the idea that he’ll be able to show Kano that you’re only Kung Lao’s, and that Kano will never be able to have you

he sucks and bites your nipples desperately, and you let out a loud whimper as he gets rougher in his ministrations

he switches to the other nipple, giving it just as much attention as the one he just laved with attention, and makes sure to leave your nipples sore and swollen from how much he teases them

he goes back up and picks you up, muffling your noises with his mouth as he carries you to the mattress and deposits you gently onto it

he quickly takes off your uniform, a testament to how much he’s worn the uniform himself, and he shucks it to the side before placing your legs over his shoulder

he spreads your pussy lips with your fingers, and you whine, covering up your mouth with your hand in embarrassment, and he pinches your clit in annoyance

he tells you that he wants to hear all your pretty moans, and you blush but remove your hand and reach out towards him

he softens just for a bit, intertwining your fingers together, and goes back to your cunt, nipping at the sensitive flesh of the inside of your thighs

your legs twitch around his head, and you let out pathetic yelps as continues to nip at your thighs but never your cunt

you whimper out a please, and he smiles at you, telling you to speak up for him

he blush but repeat your words loud enough for Kano to hear it from the other room, and Kung Lao says ‘gladly’ and buries himself in your cunt, moaning at your sweet taste

you whine loudly, head thrown back as your other hand goes and grabs his hair

he licks at your clit, sucking on it harshly to try and draw as many sounds out of you as possible and takes his free hand to pump his fingers in you, crooking his fingers just right to have grinding down on him and keening loudly

he fucks you on his fingers roughly, trying to get you to cum, and he presses his tongue long and flat against your clit, lifting up the hood and suckling on the sensitive nub

you cry out loudly at the sensation and squeeze his hand tightly as you cum on his fingers

he fucks you through your orgasm, flicking your clit with his tongue as you grind down on his fingers and start to sob at the overstimulation

he continues to lap at your clit, determined to make you cum at least one more time on his fingers before fucking you on his cock

he grinds his hips down on the mattress to ease the tension as he brings you to another orgasm, your pussy clenching down on his fingers and your moans echoing throughout the room

he removes his fingers from your drooling cunt and sucks on his fingers, tasting your cum on his fingers, and you whimper at the sight

he gets onto his knees, taking off the rest of his uniform, and you trace his muscles with your fingers, and he lets out a shaky breath

you trace the symbol on his ribs, running your fingers over the raised red skin that denotes his status as a kombatant

he kisses you sweetly, gripping your hips and digging his fingers in so hard that you whimper into his mouth and that there will be bruises there the next day

he stares into your eyes when he pulls back, admiring how teary-eyed you already are before flipping you over and smashing your face into the sheets

he presses a firm hand into the arch of your back and smacks your ass with a resounding slap that echoes in the room

he does that a few more times, admiring how your ass jiggles at the impact, and you sob every time he hits your ass

finally he spreads your folds and runs his cock along your pussy, wetting his dick before finally sliding into you

you let out a loud moan, hands fisting the sheets, and Kung Lao stifles a moan before setting a ruthless pace, the sound of slapping skin and your whines filling the room

he angles his hips so that he hips that sweet spot inside of you, and you moan loudly at the contact, blabbering out nonsense as you beg him to cum

he smiles and uses one hand to grip your hip tightly and uses his other than to rub at your clit

he smiles at how fucked-out you look, how your hair pools around your head and how tears drip down onto the sheets

your pussy clenches down on him as your cum from previous orgasm drips down onto the sheets below you

he tells you that you look so good fucked-out on his cock, that he’s the only one to please you like this, yeah?

you whine out a yes, that he’s the only one who can make you feel this way, that he’s the only one who can fuck you like this

Kung Lao hears something from Kano’s room, and he tries to fuck into you deeper

you whine out for him to please please fill you, that you’ve been so good, please

he smirks, mocking you ‘yeah, you just need to be bred like a good bitch, show everyone who you belong to, huh? just a good little bitch to breed the next great Kung Lao’

you nod dumbly at his words, sobbing that you want to be bred by him, that you only belong to him

it sends him over the edge at how you want to have his kids, how you want to bred like a bitch in heat, and he shoots in load into you, and you follow quickly after as he rubs desperately at your clit

still, he continues fucking his cum into you, making sure that it takes and that you’ll have healthy heirs

you whine, hips twitching to get away, but Kung Lao keeps a tight grip on you and keeps on fucking into you, needing you to cum on his cock one more time

he says that he needs to come inside you one more time, to make sure that it takes, to make sure you’re properly bred

you sob at his words, sniffling at how he continues to abuse your wet pussy and sensitive clit, and he sweetens his words

he tells you that you’ll look so beautiful carrying his heirs, how gorgeous you’ll look caring for his child, and how your breasts will look so pretty carrying milk

you let out a choked moan, and your pussy spasms on his cock as you come one more time

Kung Lao quickens his pace, chasing his own high and cumming deep inside of you

he stays inside of you for a few minutes, keeping his cum deep inside of you to really make sure that it stays, and he rubs at your ass soothingly, whispering apologies to you about how rough he as

you can only let out little hums as you drift in and out of sleep

finally, Kung Lao pulls out of you and puts on a robe to grab some water and some food

outside, he sees Kano leaving his room to look for some tissues, and Kung Lao gives the Australian a smug smirk, knowing that Kano had heard everything and knows for sure that you were his and only his

if last night wasn’t enough, when Kano walks into the dining hall and finds you sitting prettily in Kung Lao’s lap with his hand pressed protectively over your womb and a dark hickey high on your neck, Kano knows that you fully belong to Kung Lao

[slut4thebroken]

Vacation

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Pairing | Neil Lewis x step sister!reader

Summary | Neil wakes up in a compromising position and can’t control himself.

Warnings | Smut, non con, groping, humping, black mail, somno, exhibitionism?, horny pervy Neil again lol

Words | 1.1 k

Notes | I’m trying to write for other characters I swear😭 also this gif isn’t related lmao, it just drives me fucking crazy and I can’t find one that fits the fic skdjdk

Ao3 link | <3

Masterlist

Neil never really liked vacationing with his mom, but now adding you and your dad? He missed when it was just the two of them. 

He never got his own bed anymore because they couldn’t afford anything more than a room with two queen beds. And since it was “weird” for him to sleep next to his mom and you next to your dad, he had to sleep next to you… as if that wasn’t even weirder. 

You’ve only been step siblings for a couple months, but from day one, there was a weird vibe between both of you. He didn’t act on it because, since you're technically his sister now… that would be kind of gross. But the main reason was because he just lacked the skills to talk to women. 

Neil woke up and was confused for a moment, not understanding what he was holding or smelling until he opened his eyes and realized he was cuddling you. His first reaction was shock and a little disgust… but then he realized the current state his body was in… He was hard. Your ass was pushing against his crotch and he was hard. 

For a while he tried to ignore it and fall back asleep, but he couldn’t make himself let go of you. So he was forced to smell the sweet, flowery scent of your shampoo and feel your body pressed completely against his. With his arm over your torso, his hand was touching the bare skin of your stomach because your sleep shirt had ridden up. 

He cursed under his breath and closed his eyes. When he heard your soft snores, he got a terrible, stupid, awful, amazing idea. His hand slowly drifted up your stomach under your shirt and he almost moaned out loud when he didn’t feel a bra and just felt skin. Getting too eager, he cupped your breast, squeezing and groping as his hips unconsciously started grinding against your ass. He’s seen your tits in low cut tops and even a sports bra, but they felt infinitely better than he could’ve ever imagined. 

He was suddenly very grateful that you demanded to take the side of the bed next to the nightstand because your body was shielding the movement of his hips from your parents. Honestly, he had no way of knowing if they were both asleep or not, but it was almost 3 am so he just assumed they were. Even if they weren’t through, his dick was too hard to care. 

You just barely shifted in your sleep at the feeling of him squeezing your tits, but other than that, you were still fast asleep. So he snaked his hand back down your body all the way until he reached your thigh below the covers. He didn’t know girls could be so soft, but he really liked it. 

His hand drifted to the front of your thigh, then up until he was right below your crotch. He pulled you back into him, grinding against your ass even harder as he buried his face in your shoulder and took in your scent. With a low groan, he reached his other hand down to free his cock, removing a layer between him and your ass. 

When you stirred and made a quiet noise, he knew he should’ve stopped… but he was too fucking horny, he couldn’t control himself. It didn’t take you long to wake up and realize what was happening. As soon as you did, his hand shot up from your leg to cover your mouth. 

“Shh… I’m almost done.” He whispered against your ear. You started struggling in his hold, trying to remove his hand and get away, so he just rolled a little bit until you were forced onto your stomach and he was laying on top of your back. He never stopped grinding on you, even though this would’ve been far more obvious if one of your parents woke up. “Just a little more…” When you made a loud noise behind his hand, he used the other one to grip your neck, silencing you. 

“You don’t want to wake them up, because if you do… I’m sure they’d be very interested in learning about that special box in your closet.” He smirked and your body immediately went rigid. Obviously he went through your stuff, why wouldn’t he? When he found all of your sex toys though… he almost lost it right then and there. He ended up getting off in your room that day. “That’s right. Just keep your mouth shut and I’ll keep your secret, how does that sound?” He was being rhetorical, but you nodded anyway. 

Once he was satisfied knowing you’d behave, he let go of your mouth and pushed his hand under your shirt again to keep playing with your tits, this time focusing on your already hard nipples. 

“Fuck… these tits are incredible.” He groaned and you whimpered quietly when he roughly pinched your nipple. “Can’t wait to see which bathing suit you brought when we’re at the beach tomorrow.” God bless his mom and your dad for choosing somewhere tropical. “I hope it’s that skimpy little black one.” He chuckled under his breath, already getting even more worked up at just the thought of you in a bathing suit. He'll have to come up with a way to do this again tomorrow. Maybe while you’re in the water so people can’t see. 

“Neil..” You whispered and he could hear in your tone how much you wanted this to stop. 

“Shh… Just a little longer.. I’m almost there, I promise.” He whispered back, beginning to kiss the side of your neck. Your smell and the feeling of your body was so intoxicating, he was already way too close. You whimpered quietly and continued to just lay completely limp underneath him. He wondered what you’d be like if he fucked you in this position— if he kept your legs pressed together, making the stretch even harder for you to take as his cock split you open. 

“Fuck—” He choked out, hips stuttering until he finally fell over the edge. He continued humping your ass, riding out his orgasm as you trembled beneath him. When it was over, he let out a heavy breath and flopped onto his back on his side of the bed. As he put his cock away, he was suddenly very glad he pulled it out in the first place because all of the mess landed on your shorts and lower back. 

“You should go clean up. I don’t want jizz on the sheets.” He smirked, watching as you used shaky hands to pull your shirt back down. You slipped out of bed to grab new pajamas from your bag and went into the bathroom without another word. 

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[zaddyneteyamlovergirl]

His Family

warnings: fluff pure fluff, jake being the best dad, lo’ak being a shithead, mentions of the making of baby tuk LMAO idk what else.

a/n: FIRST POST GUYS IM LOWKEY EXCITED TO POST HERE BECAUSE LIKE AHHHHHH. it’s a step up i can tell y’all that. anywho enjoy <333.

not proofread it’s too damn late lmao

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hidden in the bush with your back pressed against your twin brothers front you both cling to eachother desperately trying to console each others giggles slapping one another when you would hear the other make a noise. a snap of a branch echos through the forest silencing the both of you.

“oh children.” your father Toruk Makto, Jake called in a sing song tone that made both you and Lo’ak nearly giggle. he wandered closer towards where he heard the noise and hissed softly hearing you snort and reached out and grabbed your ankle quickly yanking you out and showing his fangs while playfully pressing multiple kisses to your face whilst you screamed for mercy. Lo’ak took the opportunity to shove you further towards your father and scrambled to get up. he managed to make it four steps before being swept into your mothers arms whilst she tutted and shook her head at the situation.

“eywa give me strength. jake i told you to give them a bath not get them even more dirty.” your mama squints at your father who grins apologetically before getting up pulling you into his arms tightly and sitting up.

“they’re clever little brats i give them that. they snuck away before i could get y/n’s clothes off! they’re clever!!” jake defended whilst neytiri looked at him in disbelief.

“they’re FOUR jake.”

“smartest four year olds i know.” he retorts blowing a raspberry against your cheek to which you giggle staring at your mother. her eyes soften slightly before noticing Lo’ak start to yawn and lay his head on her shoulder.

“at least Lo’ak is sleepy. sometimes getting that kid to sleep is harder then all the time i spent as a marine.” jake jokes and you nuzzle into him gently dozing off and he immediately holds a hand to your head before nodding for his mate to head back in the direction of their home. by the time they make it both you and lo’ak are fast asleep. when they place you down you cling to one another never once moving.

“they didn’t even bathe.” neytiri grumbles but can’t find the will to wake either of you.

she looks at jake expecting a joke before noticing the way he watches neteyam, kiri. you and lo’ak.

“ma jake. what is wrong?” she asks him gently and he looks up startled before staring back at them.

“when did they start to get so big? you know y/n told me today that she was big enough to have her own ikran today. she even tried going to jump on a baby one with lo’al before neteyam dragged them away.” he snorts shaking his head thinking of the way you and lo’ak remind him of himself and his brother. neytiri knows better then to comment so she walks over to him and lays her head on his shoulder and sighs softly.

“you know. if you think they’re getting too big perhaps it would be time for another babe.” neytiri doesn’t finish the sentence before jake starts to get up and tug her out of their home making her laugh.

and that’s how tuk was made. yeah i’m ngl didn’t know how to end it LOL. lemme know whatcha think <333

requests are open :)))

[braxlrose]

YALL???? THE V LINE?! OH MY GOD IM CUMMING

✮ summary: you and Bill were making out when you finally take it to the next level

cw: p in v sex, oral (f and m recieving), kissing, swearing, dirty talk, cum eating, nipple play, smut, fingering, bill ooc?? idrk, hickies, bills experienced lmao 💀, reader is a virgin but still knows some stuff

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You and Bill had been dating for a couple months now and it has been amazing. He was so sweet and kind. And crazy hot. You two met at a music festival and he was in love w/ you the second he saw you. Like I've mentioned before, Bill believes in love at first sight.

Everything had been so great, he brought you out to restaurants and you hung out w/ him and the band whenever you could and they all loved you. Tom and you became really good friends since you were dating his brother. You couldn't imagine anything better. You had other boyfriends before Bill but nobody was like him. He was the greatest boyfriend you could ever ask for.

Whenever you were tense from whatever he would always lay you down and give you massages, or if you were hungry he'd bring you out to get food. If he didn't have a lot of money you two would stop at McDonald's and order a bunch of stuff. He loves kissing you.

He's so good at it, I can't even explain it. His lips are so soft and he always knows where to kiss your neck to make you feel so good.

Which is what led to this.

You and Bill were in his hotel room making out. He had already taken your shirt and pants off so you were just laying there in your bra and panties. He got you specially made ones that say his name because it makes him go feral. Honestly, he wants his name tattooed on your body. To show everybody you're his. Bill isn't the confrontational possessive type, but he likes, no loves the idea of everybody knowing you're his and only his.

"You look so sexy.." he whispers to you, kissing down your jawline and nibbling on your earlobe, "..look so fucking good underneath me." You lean your head back and move your hair out of the way as he finds your sweet spot.

"Bill~..god s'good...you're always so good." You run your fingers through his hair and close your eyes, "I never wanna leave this moment, never ever. You..oh god-" he bites down on your neck.

"Mmm..found it.." you can feel him smirking against your neck, sucking harder and harder. Your breathing becomes harsher and your thighs squeeze together. It doesn't take long for bill to notice.

"Awh..you want me to touch you? Hmm? Come on schatz, tell me where you want me to touch you." He stops sucking on your neck and instead brings his face right in front of yours so you two are both staring into eachothers eyes, "I know you can do it.." he whispers, placing a little kiss on your nose and running his finger tips down your cheek.

"You know where..you asshole." You reply, biting down on your lip and running your hands up his chest.

"Oh but I wanna hear it..come on? Can't you do that for me?" You look up at him with puppy dog eyes as he speaks. He speaks so sensually, it's practically addicting. His voice is so sexy and oh god..the way he's looking at you is making you melt. You lean in closer to him until you lips are almost pressed together and look him straight in the eyes.

"I want you to suck on my clit and fuck me dumb until I can't think of anything but you.." he just smirked at you and started to kiss down your chest.

"Can I take this off?" He looks up at you, playing with the clip of your bra. All you do his nod as he snaps it off and tosses it to the other side of the room. He keeps kissing around your breasts, squeezing and nibbling on them until he reaches your nipples. They're so pretty..so beautiful. He places little kitten licks on them as he looks up at you. Your lip is on the verge of bleeding from how hard your biting down. Bill stretches his arm up to your face and caresses your cheek to get your attention. You look down at him as he smiles at you.

"Let them hear you...it doesn't matter to me." He mumbles, biting down on your nipple. You gasp and lean your head back. Moans come dripping out of your mouth like honey.

After a couple minutes, he trailed his kisses down to your stomach and finally to your core. He could feel your heat through your panties. But Bill's a little asshole. He couldn't help but tease you. Especially since you sound so pretty.

He kissed down you thighs as more and more moans rolled off your tongue. Leaving hickies all over them. That was gonna hurt like a bitch in the morning. His fingers traveled up your body like an angels finger tips, just barely touching you. He was such a fucking tease.

After his awful; sexy and hot, teasing, he pulled down your panties and placed little kisses on your cunt before sucking on your clit. Your body jolted as he sucked on all of your bursting nerves down there. It had felt like nothing before. You've tried to do it yourself but it never felt as good as this. Never felt as good as bill.

"That feel good? Tell me how good it feels schatzi." He mumbled against your clit, swirling his tongue in figure eights and slowly slipping one finger into you. He finger fucked you so good. He did everything good.

"S'good bill, making me feel s'good," you gasp as he moves his mouth down to your hole and shoves his tongue in, "Augh! Bill!" Your breathing becomes heavier and heavier and you can feel yourself getting closer and closer to your release as he presses harshly against your clit with his thumb. Tears form on your waterline. He was so good with you. So sweet, so sexy, so perfect. You don't know how you got so lucky to be with someone like him. He fucked your hole with his tongue and gripped your thighs like his life depended on it.

"Bill...fuck..I think I'm getting close. S'close." Those gushing tears dripped down your cheeks as you finally came. Your breathing was uneven and your eyes felt all glossy. You couldn't see much besides bill licking up what dripped out of you. You could feel him rising up and kissing you all the lips.

"You taste so good..wanna taste yourself hmm?" He asked you, slipping his tongue past your swollen lips as you nodded like the dumb slut you are. He ran his fingers up your neck and through into your hair. He closed his eyes and pushed his crotch closer to yours.

"This isn't fair." You muttered to him, stopped the kiss.

"What isnt?" He asked, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. You looked up at him and pouted.

"I'm completely naked, and your still dressed. I wanna see something too y'know." He looked into your eyes and started laughing. God, his laugh was so cute and sexy. He sat up, now sitting against you and his crotch pushing against your now uncovered cunt as he peeled off his shirt. You bit your lip gazing at him. He was super jacked, but he had visible muscles. Sexy muscles...

Your eyes followed down to his crotch. His cock was so hard and you could see the wet spot where pre-cum had come out of. His dick looked huge. I mean, you knew he was big..but my god. You reached your hand down to lightly glide over his dick.. "s'pretty." You mumbled to yourself causing bill to smile down at you.

"You got condoms?" He asked, still smiling and looking down at you. You nodded and pointed to the drawer next to you.

"In there." He leaned over and opened up the drawer. He ripped off one from the 6 pack you had and sat back up. He was about to rip it open before you stopped him. You looked up at his big, brown eyes and pulled yourself up to have your faces closer to eachother.

"I wanna taste you too.." his eyes widened as you spoke.

"Are you sure..?" He looked at you with some worry on his face, "you don't have to if you don't want to. I don't want to make you feel like you need to so-" you shushed bill and kissed him on his lips.

"I want to...please bill?" You kissed him again, this time now rubbing his cock with your hands, "please let me suck your cock?" A big smile grew on his face as he got off of you and sat on the edge of the bed. You got down on your knees and sat in front of him. You brought your hands up to his jeans the pulled them down his legs before they were completely off. You began to kiss up his thighs as he gripped the sheets of the bed. You looked so beautiful. It didn't matter if you two were throwing mud at eachother or doing the dirtiest, sluttiest thing alive. You always looked so sweet and beautiful in his eyes.

You finally reached his crotch and pulled down his boxers. His dick sprung out of his boxers and almost hit you in the face. His eyes widened in horror.

"Oh my god! Are you okay?! I'm so sorry." You just looked up at him and laughed, which made him laugh. "I'm okay bill..don't worry." You said to him, slowly picking up his dick and wrapping your hands around it. You slowly began sucking on the tip which made his head fall backwards and his eyes roll to the back of his head. The more you sucked the more his moans got higher and higher. Then you slowly took your lips off his dick and spit into your hands. You began to pump his dick and slowly bring his cock into your mouth. Putting in a bit more than just his tip.

It felt so good. But you were going so. fucking. slow. If it wasn't your first time, and he knew you were okay with it he would've been face fucking you at this point. Bill gripped the sheets as hard as he could to keep himself from grabbing your hair. You could see the veins in his hands popping out, so you sped up your pace and pumped him harder.

"Oh~ fuck..oh mein Gott- Meine liebling..augh.." he was shaking at this point until he finally came. He came in your mouth which you were totally not expecting and ended up choking. Cum dripped from out of your mouth onto the ground as you coughed. Bill took notice and grabbed tissues. "Shit! I'm so sorry..I didn't even realize." You licked your lips and smiled up at him.

"It's okay bill..I'm okay. Was it good?" You asked, standing up and wiping your chin. He nodded fast and kisses your lips. Bill then laid you down on the hotel bed and grabbed the condom.

"You ready?" He muttered to you while putting on the condom. You took a deep breath in and held his hands.

"Yeah I'm ready, go ahead." He kissed your forehead and aligned his dick up with your pussy. Then slowly pushed himself in. You squealed at the feeling and gasped. Bill noticed almost immediately and looked up at you. "Are you okay? Did I hurt you? Should I pull out?!" You shook your head and pulled him closer. Keep going. You whispered to him and kisses him on his lips. He kept pushing himself into you until he was finally balls deep. He gave you a minute to get used to the feeling and waited for the okay to move. Once you nodded to him, he began to thrust into you. His cock was throbbing and twitching inside of you. I mean what do you expect he's a teenage boy. But God, you felt so amazing. So wet and the way your pussy wrapped around his dick. It's like you were made for him.

So pretty. So gorgeous. All mine. Mine. My pretty. He whispered to you, thrusting deep and hard. You two were holding hands and everything was so messy. Saliva and spit were all over both of your faces as you two kisses. It was perfect and everything you ever dreamed of. He made this so special and perfect for you. You always wanted to wait for the right guy even while tons of girls had been losing their virginity at your age already. Any of the guys you dated before were nothing compared to bill. Bill was your everything. Crazy. That was crazy considered you two are only been together for a few months but that didn't matter. You two hadn't said I love you yet but you knew you did. There was no possible way you couldn't love him. He was your soul mate..and you were his.

A/N: I hope you liked this!!! Ty so much for all the support you guys have given me so far, this has been so amazing. IM SO BAD AT ENDINGS IM SORRY LMFAO

[luvbugs-blog]

one bed? - featuring the aot boys

today, we have: jean, bertholdt, and reiner

in which: there's only one bed? lmao have fun! note that in reiner's part, you are a warrior that escaped back to marley with reiner after the shiganshina arc.

warnings: none. i have extreme paranoia when it comes to me writing smut, so you will not see some from me until i get better (i am literally touch-starved, so i feel like anything i write will be cringe)!

author's note: PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE let me know what to write next. i'm literally out of ideas. either in the comments, or in my messages. i will appreciate ANYTHING.

jean

"alright everyone," hange says, "go to your respective rooms. we'll meet back up in the morning and explore some more!" she turns to leave with onyankopon and levi who were staying in a nearby hotel as to not draw too much attention.

you look around for jean, sasha, and connie who were also staying in this hotel with you. as soon as you went to grab sasha to room with, connie swooped in, and the two were so excited that they were going to have a "sleepover". you heave a small sigh.

"don't sound too disappointed." jean says, giving you a small smile. "sad you're stuck with me tonight?"

"never." you say, bumping your shoulder with his. "it will just be much harder to keep an eye on those two." jean's smile slowly slides off his face.

"oh yeah." not much you can do about it now. you grab jean's hand and pull him to go find your room.

"this is actually so interesting, being in marley. i can't believe they have actual cars!" you say excitedly, smiling while looking out the window. you couldn't believe how advanced this place is.

"you sound like hange now! keep it down before your dumbass gets us caught." you give jean a little smack.

"oh shut up." the two of you finally reach the room, and as jean opens the door, he stops halfway into the room.

"hey! get out of my way, horse-face!" jean turns to look at you, his face a little red.

"i think they gave us the wrong room." confused, you look around jean to see there is only one bed in the entire room.

"oh." the thought of spending the night with your best friend in the same bed also made you a little pink. much to your relief, jean didn't see because he was too busy hurrying to use the bathroom. in reality, he was trying to calm himself down, but you didn't know that.

your stomach was swirling as jean finally came out of the bathroom, his face wet, like he had washed it. you had to look away. of course you were nervous. you've had a crush on the man for quite a while now. but you'd rather die than admit that.

an awkward, uncomfortable silence blanketed the room. until jean spoke up. "I honestly think we should just share it. it's pretty big. and we've grown up together. it won't be awkward."

that's a relief. "yeah. as long as your big horse feet won't kick me in the middle of the night."

"hey! my feet are normal shaped!" you giggle, the previous tension gone. "yeah yeah."

the two of you chat a little bit before calling it a night. you tuck yourself under the covers, turning your back to jean. "i hope you don't snore."

"guess you'll find out tonight." the two of you try sleeping, and for a few hours, it was successful. until the room got incredibly cold. you shuffle closer to jean, but it wasn't helping all that much. you turn around, facing jean, who looked fast asleep.

"hey." silence. "hey!" nothing. so you start poking his face, and he flinches. "what?" now you're embarrassed.

"nevermind."

"oh no. you didn’t wake me up for nothing." he pokes your face. "what do you want?"

"can you hold me?"

"what?!"

"i'm cold!"

"oh. alright then, come here."

"really?"

"yes, y/n. now hurry up." so you weasel your way into his arms, sinking into his chest. he is so warm.

and in the morning, when he wakes up before you, he'll let you sleep, with your leg around his waist and his arms around you. maybe he will finally work up the courage to ask you out.

bertholdt

you were shaken. of course you were, you were kidnapped. the last thing you remember is walking away with armin on the wall, and you could faintly hear hange talking to moblit about titans that could dig. but you wake up on a tree, in the forest which was surrounded by titans. you see ymir awake, scowling at two men up on higher trees. is that eren over there? you have to blink because it's so bright, but when it finally comes into focus, you realize it's reiner and bertholdt. oh yeah. the traitors. you start breathing heavily, thinking about how it's your lover up there. ymir tries to calm you down, her eyes wide, but it doesn't work. how could he do this to you. was everything fake? were your friends still alive. why were you here? you start feeling faint, and feel hot tears pooling at your eyes. you faintly hear the screeching of odm gear coming closer, and you hear bertholdt talking to ymir, but it's too late, and you pass out once again.

when you awaken a second time, it's night. you have to adjust your eyes to try to figure out where you are. but all you see are stars. you're on the wall. you feel a hand on your shoulder.

"y/n?" you turn your head without moving your body and see him. bertholdt, who's eyes are red and swollen. you reach your hand up to hold his face but then think better of it. you let your hand fall.

"i'm so sorry. y/n, i'm so sor-"

"bertholdt!" you recognize reiner's voice and lift your body up, with his hand on your back. you shove his hand away, ignoring the hurt look on his face. you see reiner and ymir coming your way. while bertholdt and reiner whisper to each other, ymir comes to check on you.

"are you alright?" you shrug. which earns a sad smirk from ymir. shortly after, bertholdt returns to kneeling next to you, but not saying anything. after a while, you find your voice.

you turn your head to bertholdt and ask, "how did i get here?" he flinches at your strained tone, but softly explains what happened while reiner and ymir set up sleeping bags they found in the district below. you also find out the truth about bertholdt's background. about him being from marley, his mission, why he decided to become a warrior. he explained about his sick father and the oppression he received just because he was eldian.

and suddenly, your heart was conflicted. there was life outside of the walls. but they weren't free. they had the same blood you did, and they were being tortured for it. but they killed so many innocent people from inside the walls. those people didn't know what they were dying for. they didn't deserve to die. you wanted to yell and scream at him, but you also wanted to comfort him. so you cried. you cried and cried and fell into him because you were weak, and despite hating him for all he had done, you loved him. and he held you as you cried, and eventually he started crying with you. so the two of you cried until there were no tears left. in the silence left behind, you whispered to him, "take me with you. take me home with you." too weak to argue, he agreed. he placed a soft kiss on your forehead and wiped away your tears.

"ok."

what felt like hours later, reiner came to drop off the sleeping bag.

"i'm sorry, but we could only find three." while bertholdt starting insisting you take it, you just stand up and take the sleeping back from reiner, giving the man a hug, which surprised him.

"thank you. one is enough. we can share." and so you did.

you held onto his long ass body and just held each other, oozing comfort the both of you needed.

reiner

while porco and pieck were mocking him from behind, you were at his side, giggling at his little pout. you intertwined your arm with his and put your head on his shoulder, causing the two goons to laugh and mock even more. but the two of you didn't care. you guys were considered pretty close before, but after returning from paradise, the two of you were inseparable. the two of you walked along the festival, reiner occasionally having to stop to pay for gabi and the others, but never separating from you.

"oh, reiner!" pieck says, "don't forget about the meeting we have tomorrow." the both of you sigh.

"we haven't forgotten pieck," he replies. you detach yourself from reiner when you see porco beckoning to you. while reiner and pieck chatted, you were able to talk a bit with porco. the two of you wandered for a bit before reiner came to pull you away, looking a bit jealous, which porco wouldn't let him live down.

the two of you follow the children around until they get too tired and full from all the festival food. while reiner is dragging gabi around, the two of you talk about the trek you will have to make for the meeting.

"we should rent a hotel room. that way we won't have to get up too early tomorrow to travel."

"good idea!" so after dropping off the children at their respective homes, the two of you hitch a ride to the hotel nearest to HQ where the meeting was taking place. when the two of you check in, you only ask for one room, but two separate beds.

however, when the two of you went to go to sleep, there was only one bed. although, it didn't bother you two that much, as the two of you often slept over together.

so when it was time for bed, the two of you crawled in together, immediately cuddling together. you lay your head on his chest and he holds you. this was how you often found comfort when the two of you first got back from the island, often crying about bertholdt, annie, and the comrades you considered friends. and the two of you haven't stopped this little routine, even years later.

but this time felt a little different. reiner was holding you more tightly than usual. but you couldn't bring yourself to ask why because you were too tired. as you were falling asleep, you hear him whisper, "I love you." not that you would know this, but he had been telling you this for a long time when you were sleeping. so it quite surprise to him when you opened your eyes and smiled.

"I love you too." you slowly press a kiss to his lips and he graciously returns it.

author's note (again): will there be a part two? idk yet. let me know if y'all want one in the comments section. (and i know you saw my author's note up top. *suspicious side eye* you better tell me what to write next)

[lululandd]

being könig’s significant other would include:

ngl this one made me kinda emotional

♡ hiking.

könig’s true home that he loves going back to is the one by the mountains. yes he has a large apartment in germany for convenience but his heart is always in that old house in austria where he grew up. the one in the mountains where not even google maps reach, where the road to his house is half hidden by a large bush. if he comes home during summer he will wake you up before dawn and hurry you up the mountain to watch the sunrise together. sometimes if you’re too sleepy he will carry you on his back on in his arms so you two can make it. summer sunrises are his favourite and you almost always spend the summers and autumns in his childhood home.

♡ his grandmother.

the file in the nursing home says she’s ninety five but from the dates in the pictures könig has shown you shes way above a hundred. and you can see why people believe her words. she is indeed old but she has way more life than the other people staying there. you asked him one day why does she stay in the nursing home instead of his house and he said thats where she wants to to because all her friends are there. könig asks for time off work every autumn to spend time with her. (youd think hed be way more lenient with catching sunrise during hikes because shes there but lmao the old woman nudges you with her cane so youd wake up faster. he gets the hiking gene from her apparently.)

♡ hunting.

because kortac doesnt let him be a sniper, he picks up hunting to scratch the itch. still very bitter because he knows he’s at least a sharpshooter, and expert with more training. mans has more knives in his basement than you have in the kitchen and can skin any animal with scary efficiency. he would share some game with the neighbours and come home with whatever they have. honey, fruits, or other types of game that they caught.

♡ handholding.

he is extremely clingy, and would just hold your hand no matter the occassion. sometimes pouts when you need both hands to do something. one day you squeezed his hand to show extra love and he squeezed back. so you squeeze his hand harder to show more love. so he squeezed even harder and you would end up in tears at the end from all the laughing. he would love to just do more than handholding out in public but he doesnt want bad rumours to surround you so he keeps the PDA to a minimum. the old couples around town secretly waits for you two to get married.

♡ so many plants.

he has so many plant babies that he babytalks when he gets home. when you wanted to prank him with the “creating a harsh and traumatising environment so my plant can grow big and strong just like my parents did for me” he gasped so loudly because he didnt think you know about plants!! and how this is good for them!!

♡ der tatortreiniger (the crimescene cleaner)

he cringes at the awkwardness, gets secondhand embarrassment from the interactions, and groans at how schotty’s unprofessionalism mirrors his own sometimes but loves the conversation happening throughout the series and the friendships he built along the way. mans comfort show tbh, knows lots of trivias about the show. watched it so many times he recognises the extras if they appear in another show.

♡ knitted sweaters.

just like ghost, he chooses comfort over everything else but prefers knitted sweaters over hoodies. buys local or from small businesses. he knows they use better quality yarn and takes extra care of them in the making. if you can knit? better. if you start learning knitting???? for him????? he’ll cry you a sweater of tears.

♡ bunnies.

gigantic bunnies. those flemish giant rabbits that can be as big as a sheltie. one of his uncles saw his growth spurt and just gave him one when he was young. two peas in a pod immediately. inseparable. he was heartbroken when he had to leave the little thing to join the military. even more heartbroken when he came home one day and his bunny wasn’t there anymore. he picked up a giant bunny again when he sees you cooing at some normal sized rabbits at the fair, and now you are three peas in a pod. the bunny would run towards the front door and then flop on its side the moment könig comes home.

♡ ointments.

mans old. come on now. he might be your little meow meow but dudes aging. bones not crackalackin yet because of all the excercise he gets. but he old. at least one joint has to be fucked up because hes always the first one to come into a contested room. on bad days, usually when its cold or when it’s raining you can see the discomfort on his face and you get the ointment for his broken joint. sometimes you sing a little while doing it to lift his spirits and boy it does. would pick you up and spin you around immediately after you set the ointment down. you’re his light, and he loves to see that light shine.

[donghoonie-3]

Needy

Warnings: MINORS DNI!!!, sub!sunghoon, dom!gn!reader, choking, blowjob, handjob, praising, cum eating, teasing sunghoon, if there's anything else please let me know!!

NOTE: my inspiration to write this was Lily @tfwheeseung our hard thoughts of choking hoon had me needing to write smth about it even though it's not the main thing but wtv it's still there lmao <3. Ty Lily for bringing it up 💖💖. Anyways I hope you all enjoy <3 I haven't written in a while and I finally git the motivation to write this so yay :). Also this isn't proof read!!!

Your hand wraps around so perfectly around his soft delicate neck. You give it an experimental squeeze to see how he reacts. He closes his eyes as he sharply sucks in, gasping at the nice feeling. Pretty you think to yourself.

"You like that baby, don't you? My pretty boy likes being choked, hmm?" You tease Sunghoon and he replies with an airy "yes".

You squeeze your hand harder around him, not to hard to completely cut off his airflow though. He let's out a moan and shoots his eyes open. Looking up at you with sparkles in his eyes.

"please" he whimpers, he looks so pretty like this; on his knees in front of you, all at your mercy. "Please what hoon?" You ask him. "Need you yn" he sounds so desperate asking for you.

You let go of his neck and cup his cheek with that hand. "Okay baby, come up on the bed for me love" he does as you say and gets comfortable on the bed.

"What do you want exactly hoon?" You ask as you sit beside him, your hand soothing over his thighs. Good thing he's wearing shorts so you can feel just how soft they are.

"Want your mouth, please" he replies, his fingers fidgeting on top of his stomach. You smile and nod at him.

You move to take off his shorts along with his underwear. His dick slapped against his obdomen, already hard. "Awhh did you get hard just from choking you? You're so cute" you coo at him and he whines from embarrassment.

"Hurry up!!" He sounds so needy, it makes you want to continue teasing him. "Okay okay, someone's impatient" you giggle before continuing your actions.

You lower yourself down in between Sunghoons thighs. Kissing his plush thighs and leaving a mark every now and then, loving the little "ah"s he's letting out.

You slowly make your way from his thighs up to where he needs you the most, his twitching dick. "want you, please" he tries not to squirm but he fails to, he's way too desperate for your touch to be able to controll himself.

"Such a good boy, asking so well. I'll give you want you want now, you deserve it" he whimpers at your praising.

You wrap your lips around his pink tip and circle your tongue around him, occasionally flicking your tongue up and down his slit. You love the little reactions he gives you to each of your actions.

He tries so hard not to buck his hips into your mouth when you almost take all of him into your mouth, leaving behind what you can't fit. Your mouth feels like heaven to him.

"Oh my god, yn- feels so good" his back arches off the bed as you start to bop your head up and down. Your hand moving to the base of his cock where your mouth can't reach and your other hand resting on his side, caressing him with your thumb every now and then.

The way you hollow your cheeks around him to make him feel even better, the way your tongue laps around his dick whenever you go up, the way your throat feels around him when you go down. It all makes his head spin with how good you're making him feel.

You pull off him with a pop and moving both of your hands now to him. One hand twisting around his tip and the other around his base. He let's out a string of moans as his high approaches.

Too lost in the feeling he can't hold back anymore and bucks his hips up to meet your touch. "So good, please" he moans out.

"You're so pretty like this baby, all fucked out for me" you kiss his hip as you praise him. You look up at him and he looks so good right now. His mouth parted so prettily, his tongue almost lolling out, his eyes closing before opening again and looking down to you making eye contact. He's so pretty. All for you. Only for you.

"You're all mine yes hoon?" You ask, your hands speeding up. "Fuck- yes yn, all yours, please can I cum?" He almost let's out a high pitched moan when you bring your mouth back to his dick. Only sucking on his tip as your two hands twist in opposite directions around the base.

"Oh my god yn" he moans as he cums into your mouth, shaking with how good his orgasm hit him. But wait...he wants to try one last thing "Wait don't swallow" he quickly said before you do.

You look at him confused "come here, please" he says, voice clearly tired. You crawl up on top of him andnto your surprise he pulls you into an open kiss, his cum going into his own mouth as yous kiss. He whines at the taste but loves how dirty he feels from doing that.

You pull away to catch your breath. "Didn't expect you to do that" you giggle and he chuckles with you. "Sorry" he says, a bit embarrassed now at the realisation of what he did. "No, that was hot" you quickly reply back, not wanting him to think he fucked up.

"Really?" He asked, his eyes looking up at you, almost shinning. "Mhm, we should do that again" you say as you lean in to kiss his cheek, then his jawline, then his neck.

He brings your hand to his neck, "round two?" He asks shyly and you giggle "round two it is baby".

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[petrichor-idyllic]

BRO I AM OBSESSED WITH “LET ME MAKE YOU FEEL BETTER” WOULD YOU EVER BE WILLING TO DO A PART TWO WITH STRAIGHT SMUT

Yeah, okay.

I'm doing it.

Finally.

So, this part 2 is by far the most requested piece I've ever gotten and I just keep putting it off because I suck at writing smut.

But I'm gonna do it because it keeps getting hyped up and I need to get this off my back before I do anything else lmao.

LET ME MAKE YOU FEEL BETTER PT. 2

MASTERLIST | MINHO MASTERLIST

PART 1 | PART 2

SUMMARY: Direct continuation from part 1. See above. Fem! Reader x Minho.

WARNINGS: Smut. Minors DNI, 18+ content, sexual intercourse, sexual themes, dumbass virgin activities, unprotected sex but you're on birth control because I said so - I ain't dealing with Glade babies. Pls rubber up tho.

You know, if someone would've told you this morning that you were about to go down on your best friend, you'd probably have punched them.

Yet, somehow, one awkward pathetic joke has led to something the pair of you have been fantasising about since you first became friends.

Minho's fingers massage your scalp as you leave wet kisses down his middrift. He hums in response to every small touch, occasionally pulling harder on your hair. Your hand rests between his underwear and his running pants. You occasionally roll you palm against him, and he's already solid, so it's not like you need to do much.

You're both incredibly inexperienced. As in, you're both massive virgins. But you're already starting to learn things about yourself. Minho's heavy breathing and tense muscles is making your body throb and your head fuzzy.

You've barely done anything and he's already falling apart at your touch. And you love it. You like making him feel good.

Without warning, and wanting to test something, you let your teeth graze the sensitive skin of his abs. His breath hitches and his body jolts, so you suck on the skin instead.

He lets out a gasp, grip tightening on your hair, but not pulling it intentionally. Your mouth makes a popping noise when you pull away. Admiring your work, Minho shifts, looking down at you as he lies on his back.

"Did you just shuckin' mark me?" He mumbles.

"Problem?" You ask, saliva staining your lips.

He simply shakes his head before flopping back down. "No, that's shuckin' hot."

You grin to yourself and repeat the action. Before you know it, Minho's stomach is covered with deep purple marks.

Okay, enough fucking about.

Moving your hand, you hook your fingers under his underwear. "Can I-?"

"Please," he gasps, not even letting you finish your question. He's using his manners more, at least. His fingers loosen from you hair, giving you more movement as your knees hit the floor of his hut.

Neither of you decided to make the smart choice to move from laying sideways on the bed.

You hesitate for a second, collecting yourself before pulling down the garments. His dick springs free and you have a second of pure panic.

Okay, so it's not like you've never seen a penis before. You live with exclusively teenage boys. They run through the Glade naked as a joke, and people steal each other's clothes from the showers all the time.

So, there is occasionally exposed body parts just casually around.

But this is different.

Minho is a decent size, dark hairs littering the area and is already leaking precum.

"Please, stop staring at it," he mumbles, his forearm flops over his eyes, trying to hide his embarrassment. He's normally confident, but this is new territory.

"Sorry, I just don't..." you trail off, not quite sure how to word it.

"You don't have to do anything. We can just call it quits and cuddle in bed or whatever klunk couples do."

You smile. Despite the mildly awkward sexual encounter, Minho referring to you as a couple makes your heart flutter.

"No, I want to," reaching towards him, you run your finger over his tip, watching him squirm immediately. But you seriously don't know what to do. "Can you... show me? Maybe? I don't know what I'm doing."

He pauses. "Yeah," he sounds defeated. "Alright, yeah." You've never seen Minho bashful before, but you could get used to it. He uses his arm to continue to cover his face, but his free hand reaches down. You sit back on your heels as you watch.

His movements are slow, like he's giving you a detailed demonstration. He pumps his hand up and down, rubbing his thumb occasionally over the tip.

Well, this is hot.

After watching him for a while, you gingerly touch his hand, telling him you want to take over. He slowly moves away, his hand lingering around his stomach.

You do what he did, copying the movement and doing exactly how he seemed to like it. Though, this isn't what you originally intended to do.

You adjust yourself, leaning forward and licking the slit of his tip with no warning. Minho's whole body tenses, his hand flying to your hair again.

You do it again, this time taking more of him into your mouth but still maintaining the movement with your tongue. You keep doing this, taking more of him each time. You occasionally break, needing to breathe for a second and using your hand.

"Shuckin'... fuck," he hisses, suddenly bucking his hips and hitting the back of your throat, making you gag. "Shit, sorry."

"It's fine," you pull away, wiping your face with the back of your hand. "Do whatever you like. I'm tryna cheer you up, remember?"

He blinks, sitting up on his arms, staring at you on your knees, drool dribbling down your chin, stray hairs sticking to your forehead.

"Shuck it, get up here."

"Huh?" He leans forward, grabbing your shirt and pulling you towards him as he sits on the edge of the bed. He grabs your jaw with reasonable force, kissing you deeply.

He breaks the kiss. "You're gonna make me finish too quick," he mutters into your lips as your hands rest on his thighs for support - since you're still on the floor between his legs. "It's embarrassing and I haven't even touched you."

"You don't have to-"

"Shut up," he kisses you again, "stand up."

You do as you're told, rising up as he kisses you. Once on your feet, he grabs your shirt, sliding his calloused hands over your skin. You pull at the hem, yanking it over your head and letting it fall to the floor.

Minho's lips fall to your chest, peppering your collarbone with sloppy kisses before giving you the same treatment you gave him. You suck in a deep breath at the stinging, watching Minho pull away and run his finger over the purple, slightly raised chunk of skin.

He hums, almost in approval.

He continues this, switching between delicate affections and staining your skin. His hands come to the sports bra you're wearing, breaking the kiss as he looks up at you. You grab it, pulling it over your head and he just blankly stress at your bare chest.

Becoming insecure, your hands come across your chest.

He grabs your wrists. "You're beautiful, (Y/N) - you don't have to hide from me."

He leans up again, kissing you again as you let your arms fall limp. His hands come to your chest, gently rubbing your nipples with him thumbs. You whimper into his mouth, a noise he already knows is going to be replayed in his head constantly.

He breaks away, one hand coming to the underside of your boob and connecting his lips to it. You gasp, throwing your head back as he gently nips on the sensitive area.

Your breathing becomes heavy, occassional soft noises escaping the back of your throat.

It's all getting a bit too much.

Desperately, you fiddle with your pants, letting them fall to the floor and leaving you in your underwear. His hands come to your thighs as he swaps to your other tit, giving it the same treatment.

Sliding his hand up, he seems more confident than you as he slowly rubs at you through the thin fabric.

Maybe you don't remember it, but Minho definitely remembers your drunken ramble about female anatomy after one of the Gladers said the clit was a myth. Living with these boys is a lot, sometimes.

And he's using that knowledge.

"How's that?" He pulls away, talking into your skin.

You only hum in response, giving a weak nod.

"Need you to use your words; tell me what you like."

"It's good, Minho," you mumble, gasping as the fabric adds more friction to your sensitive bundle of nerves.

"You want more?"

You nod again.

"Words."

"Yes - please, yes."

Slipping his fingers under the material, you can already feel how wet you are. "Shit-"

"Shut up," you say almost immediately, not needing the teasing off of him. You can't help how your body reacts to him.

He chuckles slightly, slowly rubbing circles into your clit. Desperate and needing more, you buck your hips against his hand.

He doesn't even know how to react.

He's dealt with monsters, violence and tragedy - and this is what stops him in his tracks?

Minho moves his hand away, making you groan. But he's simply trying to get easier access as he pulls the remaining cover away, letting them fall around your ankles.

His hand returns to your core, this time with more to work with as he gets a better look at you. Almost hypnotised, he slowly pushes a finger into you, making you gasp before starting to roll your hips again.

He adds another one.

You mewl, the noise unintentionally escaping your throat.

Minho's eyes lock with yours. Lids heavy and pupils wide, his lips are parted slightly. Almost like an animal, you dive forward, desperately kissing him and knocking him back slightly. He pulls his fingers out of you, his hands coming to your waist, guiding you towards him.

You sit on his lap, grinding against him, fingers clawing at his back, gasping into each other.

Your slick coats his dick, both of you caving into ecstasy.

"Wait," he mumbles, "maybe there's a better position than this?"

You blink before chuckling. "Yeah, probably."

You stand up off of him. "Lie down, then. Tryna do a job here." You attempt to joke, but you're basically panting.

He obeys, lying down on the bed - the actual right way this time, and you throw your leg over him.

Returning to the previous action, you continue to grind on him, your lips coming to his neck. You suck and pull at the skin - Minho knows full well he's going to get some interesting questions in the morning. Though, the thought of the other Gladers bog-eyed stares and whispering, maybe even the teasing out of envy, makes him smirk.

He makes no effort to correct you.

After some more grinding, Minho's had dips down between your bodies. Directing his dick, he whispers into your ear.

"You sure about this?"

You move away from his throat, looking at him. "We can stop now, if you want?" You shake your head.

"Words, girl."

"No, I don't want to stop - I want you." You pause, your voice has a slight tremble to it. "Please."

Leaning up, he kisses you, guiding himself and pushing the head against your hole. You gasp, sitting up more and sinking down on him. It stings for a second, but you're so turned on that the pain is immediately overrided.

It still takes you a second to adjust as Minho watches himself disappear into you. Bottoming out, you look him before rolling your hips.

Minho's hands grip your waist, offering you guidance and pulling you down onto him even more.

After a few seconds like this, you cave, leaning forward, using your elbows to hold you up as your arms rest on either side of him. Your tongue dips into his mouth, his quickly brushing against yours. The speed of your movements picks up as you press your forehead against his.

You pant into each others mouths, occasionally sharing messy pecks and kisses. But neither of you can maintain it with the other feelings involved. Every time you roll your hips and he bucks his, you feel so unbelievably full, and the mix of actions is quickly making a knot form in your lower stomach.

You didn't know it was possible to feel like this.

Neither did he, to be fair.

"Shit," you hiss, "I think I'm gonna- fuck!" The feeling of orgasm rips through you, moans escaping your lips.

Which is probably what also pushes Minho over the edge - not that it was hard. The boy has been desperately trying not to jizz his pants since you first suggested a massage. Never mind this.

He whimpers, groans coming from deep in his throat as he dives forward, making an attempt to silence both of you. His hut isn't exactly soundproof, and you're not exactly quiet.

You ride out your highs, hips spasming and grasping at whatever flesh you manage to get your hands on.

Slowly, your movements start to calm, coming to a stop. You break the kiss, both of you struggling to catch your breath.

"Well, shuck," Minho says after a second, making you snort and break into a fit of giggles.

You both laugh for a second before he kisses you again, feeling him soften from inside of you.

You move off of him, lying next to him as he puts his arm under you, letting you snuggle into his chest.

"This better mean you're my shuckin' girlfriend."

You laugh again, shifting to kiss him on the cheek. "Yes, Minho, it means I'm your girlfriend."

And he grins like he's just conquered the world.

"Bro," Ben says the next morning after eyeing the Keeper for at least five minutes whilst they wait for the Doors to open. Him and the other Runners have been exchanging glances at the state of Minho's neck - something he's made no attempt to hide. "The shuck happened to you?"

"What?" Minho raises his eyebrow, probably because he's off in fantasy land thinking about last night, and waking up to you this morning.

"...your neck, dude." He looks at his men, his gaze flickering between them as they all stare at him. No one seems to even notice the Doors opening despite the deafening noise.

Minho simply shrugs. "Got a massage off my girlfriend."

And with that, he runs into the Maze, leaving Ben standing there with his jaw agape.

IT'S DONE.

It's also not proof read and don't expect it to be, I'm never gonna reread this because I hate my own sex scenes.

But IT'S DONE.

FINALLY.

No more smut for a while, I'm going back to fluffy requests for a minute lmao.

Though, I hope you enjoyed :))