#and laying down plot hooks for later

[radiantmists]

reading animorphs sequentially instead of in whatever random order you can get your hands on them is such a trip because you can see these kids getting progressively better at war and worse at being happy, you can see how traumatic events from one book echo into the next ones but never quite get dealt with because these kids have no real way to take care of their mental health, you can see their relationships deepening but simultaneously gaining friction and faultlines as they learn just how far they'd go for each other but also how far they'd go in general...

obviously this series was meant to be episodic in nature, and i actually think that might be the better way to first encounter it, but the arc of the series in publication order is extremely well-crafted

[mattsmedusa]

✎ 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 ✮ 𝐜.𝐬 『 +𝟏𝟖 』

ⓘ best friends? ᚐ sexual tension ᚐ blowjob ᚐ etc. + intended lowercase. 𝐰𝐜. 𝟐.𝟐𝐤

it had been an overall good day for you. you were out with a friend of yours, having gotten your nails done and now eating lunch with her. your friend started to talk about her recent little hook up. it wasn’t anything unusual, you were used to hearing your friends talk about stuff like that, but today... something in you was more curious than ever.

your friend went on and on about how good it was and how more guys should be like the one that she fucked at that party two days ago. she suddenly nudged your arm and leaned in to whisper in a hushed tone. "he was huge, like, quite literally choked me with it—it was definitely an experience." she laughed, immediately switching to a different topic but you couldn’t shake off the sudden flicker of curiosity.

blowjob. you had never done it before and all because you were intimidated by the idea of having a dick in your mouth. now though, the intimidation was gone, only leaving curiosity behind. the curiousity was persistent enough to keep lurking in the back of your mind, even as you stepped foot inside the triplets place later that day.

chris, your best friend, was sitting on his gaming chair—his back facing you—when you walked into his room. he was so concentrated on his game that he didn’t even notice you at first. you shrugged it off and immediately plopped on his bed, sprawled out like a starfish as you closed your eyes, relaxing on his bed like you owned it.

after a few minutes, chris stretched, taking off his headset and stood up to probably get something to drink and that’s when he noticed you. his eyes widened and he recoiled, putting a hand over his heart, not having expected to see you—or anyone in that matter—on his bed.

"kid- you fucking scared me, when did you even get here?" he shook his head, laughing despite his initial surprise. "laying on my bed like you own the shit, get up." he walked over to you with a silly grin, probably plotting something, but you sat up right as he approached the bed, making him jolt in surprise at your sudden movement.

"what’s wrong with you toda-" "how do you give someone a blowjob?" chris immediately paused, mouth still agape from the word he was about to say before you cut him off. he stared at you blankly and you stared back at him, determined. a part of you regretted your words, but you were too far gone into the curiosity to take it back. "what does it feel like?" you pressed on, leaning forward towards him.

"what did you say?" chris blinked at you, not sure if he heard it right or if he was just hearing shit. "did you just- did you seriously just ask me how to give someone head?" he burst out laughing, plopping on the bed beside you as he lost his shit—not believing what he was hearing.

"you didn’t just ask me that." he said in disbelief as his shoulders trembled with laughter, his eyes crinkling at the corners. but when he saw that you weren’t laughing along, he realised that you were dead serious. his laughter subsided, surprise flickering in his expression since you never brought something like this up—never sounded interested when he did.

"wait for real? you really wanna know?" he gave you a teasing grin, his eyebrows rising. "well, it’s not like i’ve sucked dick before so i can’t really tell you how, but i have gotten a blowjob before..." he trailed off, his grin widening as he leaned closer. "you want me to teach you or something?" he joked, but the joke fell flat as you nodded your head.

his eyes widened by a fraction before he let out a small chuckle, leaning back on his hands. he didn’t expect you to actually say yes, and well, why would he refuse? it’s nothing serious—or so he thinks.

chris swallowed down the worries and what if’s and slowly nodded, muttering a bit too breathless "alright" as he adjusted his position on the bed, watching your wide-eyed expression with a small smirk. "you wanna learn or no?" he teased putting a small pillow that he had on his bed on the floor in between his spread legs.

you blinked, staring at him for a good minute, not expecting him to actually go through with it. after a few seconds, you slowly stood up and walked towards him until you were right in front of him before kneeling down on the pillow. looking up at him, you noticed the way his pupils seemed slightly more enlarged than usual.

"you’ve a hairband or something?" he leaned back slightly, casually, trying to hide the fact that your proximity got his breath hitching. "so your hair won’t get in the way." he explained, watching as you leaned to the side to rummage through your bag, pulling out a hairband and tying your hair in a low ponytail with it.

"alright now..." he cursed internally at how breathless he sounded. he spread his legs wider, almost unconsciously as he felt his dick swell at the imagery his mind created of you sucking his dick with those doe eyes looking up at him. he was already half-hard and you hadn’t even done anything yet. you were just sitting in front of him looking so edible...

what is he thinking?

chris cleared his throat, finding his voice hoarse and undeniably needy. "you gotta, uh, get me fully hard first." he said. "don’t worry, i’ll guide you through it- just do what feels right." he reassured. he was starting to finally understand the gravity of the situation, but as per usual, he pushed the thoughts away.

you tentatively touched his boner straining against his sweatpants and your breath hitched at the warmth and hardness. your gaze flickered up to watch his reaction as you palmed his dick, swallowing thickly when you felt him swell further under your attention.

chris helped you pull down his sweatpants, his cock springing free and slapping his stomach before standing upright, precum already gathering on the tip. he stared down at his dick, then back at you, a small chuckle escaping when he saw your heated glance at his cock.

"staring at it like you wanna eat it." he mumbled with another chuckle. "huh?" you snapped out of your small trance and looked up at him. "you’re staring at my dick like you wanna eat it." he repeated, giving you a knowing smirk—which earned him a slap on his thigh, causing him to giggle.

"so do i just... lick it?" you questioned, ignoring the comment he made, tentatively reaching out to wrap your fingers around his base and feeling how girthy he was. he was big and long, causing you to feel that primal need to be filled. you shifted slightly, trying to will your body to behave, but fuck, he was easily bigger than any of the guys you’ve slept with before.

chris nodded subtly. "yeah... lick it like you would with an ice cream cone." he gently guided your head closer to his cock, the tip almost pulsing as a fresh bead of precum formed on the slit before slowly sliding down his shaft and onto your fingers.

you leaned closer and slowly licked up the underside of his length, from the base to the tip, with your tongue flattened—all while looking up at him with those doe eyes of yours. chris’ dick jumped in your hand, his breath hitching at the sudden warmth and wetness of your tongue. the way you were looking up at him so prettily got him feeling all types of ways.

you saw his reaction and interpreted it as you doing a good job and started to slowly become bolder, moving your hand in a twisting motion up and down his shaft while you kissed and licked his tip.

"f-fuck--" chris moaned quietly, his eyes closing briefly at the pleasure shooting through his whole body as your mouth focused solely on the head of his cock. his hand left your head to clutch onto the sheets beside his thigh. his hips twitched and jolted when you wrapped your lips around his cockhead, swirling your tongue around it.

you knew some things about a blowjob. the knowledge came from hearing about it from your friends, porn and some freaky reels you got recommended while doom scrolling on instagram. it’s not like you were completely innocent—you just hadn’t tried it out on anyone. but you were nervous nonetheless, seeking approval from him as you kept gazing up at him.

chris’ eyes snapped open when you took him deeper in your mouth. "wait- fuck, you sure this is your first time?" he breathed out, completely in awe at how good you were doing. he barely held himself back from rolling his eyes back when you hollowed out your cheeks and sucked up his length, letting it go with a wet pop.

"y-yeah, is it bad?" you asked panting softly, feeling insecure about your inexperience. your hand halted its motion on his dick, waiting for his reply.

chris quickly shook his head, "no, fuck no, you’re so fucking good at it... that’s why i asked," he explained, his chest heaving with ragged breaths, dick twitching subtly in your hand. he licked his lips subconsciously, eyes silently pleading with yours to keep going.

you let out a quiet sigh of relief and went back to what you were doing. getting bolder the more chris reacted. every small moan, whine or groan made your stomach flip. your panties were now uncomfortably wet, clinging to your pussy as you eased one more inch of his length into your mouth, gagging slightly before pulling off to pump him with your hand.

chris was so close to the edge already, finding it difficult to stay coherent so he simply stuck to letting you do your own thing as he leaned back on both hands. his head was thrown back, brows knitted together in pleasure and lips parted as soft moans fell freely from it.

you watched as chris’ breathing grew increasingly shallow, his hips jerking upwards and thighs trembling ever so slightly. that’s when you understood that he was about to come undone. the sudden realisation left your stomach doing somersaults and you immediately redoubled your efforts.

"wait, fuck- i’m gonna cum... if you don’t want—mmfhh—if you don’t want me to cum in your mouth then pull off." he said urgently. his breath hitched more frequently now as the bands in his stomach grew more and more taut.

you didn’t pull away though—you went faster, bobbing your head more enthusiastically as your hand took care of what you couldn’t fit in your mouth. you hollowed out your cheeks, sucking insistently before slowly going down and taking as much as you could.

that’s when chris suddenly held your head still between his hands, his hips giving a sharp thrust up and burying himself completely in your mouth as he came, eyes rolling back in ecstasy as breathy moans and profanities left his mouth. you felt his cock twitch and spurt out warm cum right down your throat.

chris’ hips jerked against your face, slowly riding out his high. he didn’t release your head until you slapped his thigh repeatedly, coughing as you tried your best to swallow down his release. he quickly let go of your head, mumbling a breathless "sorry" before slumping back on his bed. his chest heaved and body shuddered with aftershocks.

it took him a good minute to recover and when he did, he sat up, pulling his sweats up and looking at you like you had grown a second head. you simply chuckled at his surprised expression, wiping your mouth with a tissue from the tissue box beside his bed.

"you’re fucking insane." chris suddenly said. he was in disbelief that his inexperienced best friend just gave him the best blowjob he has ever received... and mind you, he has had his fair share of heads so when he thinks it’s good—it’s really fucking good.

"was it good?" you gave him a small grin, knowing the answer but not wanting to sound too full of yourself. your words made chris stare at you like you just told him something ridiculous.

"was it good?" he repeated your question with a laugh. "c’mon, you’re really gonna ask me that after making me moan and cum in like 2 minutes?" he teased, a lazy grin spreading across his face as he helped you stand up from your kneeling position in front of him.

"so, anything else you want me to teach you? ’cause i’m more than willing to be your personal instructor if you’re gonna do that good." he grinned shamelessly, laughing softly when you shoved him to the side.

"kid, don’t even try anything with me." you rolled your eyes, even as a small smile formed on your lips. you didn’t respond to his question, changing the subject as if nothing out of the ordinary happened, but you knew something shifted between you two after that. every little touch felt more than just a touch.

it’s probably just your imagination... right?

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✩ ˙˖˚᮫ ⁱˢᵃ ᮭ ᮭ.ᐟ i apologise for taking so long, hope you enjoy this nonetheless anon<3

[𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞!]

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𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧

[sturniqlo]

Needy- C.S

summary: y/n has been hornier than usual and her bump turns chris on even more

cw: cursing, SMUT; unprotected p in v, breeding/pregnancy kink, oral f!receiving, fingering, oral m!receiving, cowgirl, cream pie, spanking, soft!dom chris

an: no plot, just pure smut. i need to go outside after this😵‍💫

masterlist | positive masterlist

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fifteen weeks pregnant

Y/n has now entered her second trimester and her mood swings have definitely went down a notch. It's now rare that she gets them. Her belly has become more noticeable so she's been wearing longer t-shirts and oversized clothes whenever she has to film or go somewhere public. Chris has been nothing but the best at supporting Y/n through everything.

Ever since Y/n's belly has become more prominent, Chris was in love with it. He always had his hand resting over her belly. Whenever they went to bed, he spooned her, with his hand on her belly, they were laying on the couch, he was laying in between her legs rubbing her belly.

Y/n has also been more... needy to say the least. She would constantly rubbing her ass against Chris' clothed dick and he grew hard right away. Or, she would always sit on his lap, whenever she saw that he was in the living room man spreading, and start kissing him all over until eventually their clothes were on the floor and they were a sweaty mess. Chris was in the shower? She was joining him until she was pressed up against the cold tiled wall.

"Baby." Y/n whined, wearing a small spaghetti strap tank with tiny shorts that ride up, exposing her ass. This time around she was also getting very hot around the house to the point that she would just wear a bra and underwear. She climbed on his lap, and Chris' hands immediately went to her hips. "What happened?" His thumbs massaged her hips, making her more wet. "I need you." She wrapped her hands around his neck, placing a few kisses on his jaw while she slowly rocked against him. "Yeah? This morning wasn't enough for you, hm?" He teased. "Mm-mm. Please, Chris." She's now kissing his neck, running her hand up and down his chest. "Go to the room, and lay on the bed, okay?" He taps her ass. She quickly nods and places a kiss on his lips before making her way to their bedroom.

She lays on the bed, holding herself up with her elbows as she waits for Chris. Seconds later, Chris comes into view, closing the door behind him. He climbs on the bed, spreading her legs so he can be between them. He dips down and kisses her neck, Y/n's elbows give up and she lays down, putting her hands in Chris' hair, tugging as she knows how much he loves it. Chris groans against her neck and he's harder than ever. He grabs the bottom of her shirt and yanks it off, exposing her bare tits.

He wastes no time to bite, suck, and lick them. Y/n, a moaning mess, wraps her legs around his waist and pushes his hips down to her clothed core. "Patient, baby." He says. "Please, Chris. I need you." She whines, arching her back. Chris, stops sucking her nipples and comes off with a pop noise. "Can I taste you?" He lick and suck on her neck. She nods. Chris' hand trails down her torso, stopping at her belly before trailing down to the waistband of her skimpy shorts. He pulls them off and is met with her cotton thong that has a wet patch.

"Look at you, so wet f'me." He lays down on his stomach, putting her knees on his shoulders. Chris hovers over her heat and his breath makes her shudder. He kisses over her clothed core and moans. He loved how she got wet quicker. "Chris, please." She whines again. Pushing her hips her towards her face. He hooks a finger through her thong and moves it to the side. Finally, he sees her wet folds, glistening with her arousal. "Who made you this wet, babe?" He places light kisses on her clit and she gasps. "You- fuck, you did. Made me so fucking wet." She moans as he licks her. Chris sucks on her clit and groans at her taste. The vibration of his groans makes Y/n moan louder.

"Holy shit, baby. Keep going." He licks down her slit and pushes his tongue into her dripping hole while his fingers play with her puffy clit. Her eyes roll back and her back arches off her bed. "Chris, oh my god! I'm so close." She tries to close her legs around his face but, the hand that isn't playing with her clit pushes them open. "You taste so sweet, fucking love this pussy." He spits on it and spreads it with his fingers, entering two fingers into her and sucks her clit back into his mouth. "Don't stop, don't stop. Please don't fucking stop!" She chants.

After a couple of more seconds, she clenches around his fingers something she always did when she's about to cum. "Be a good girl and cum for me, baby. Make a mess on my fingers." He slurps her juices. With one final thrust of his fingers she cumming. "I'm cumming, I'm cumming. Fuck." Her legs tremble, and she tries to close her legs but he forces them open once again. He takes his fingers out her hole and lick them clean before dipping his tongue into her dripping hole.

"Did so good for me, my good girl." He mumbles against her skin and he kisses his way up to her lips. They smash their lips together and Y/n can taste herself on his tongue. Chris take her tongue and sucks on it, knowing how much it riles her up. She automatically moans. The grip on her jaw loosens and he legs go of her tongue to pull his shirt off. Y/n somehow flips him on his back and she straddles his waist. Going down to kiss and suck on his sweet spot. In the process, he whimpers once she's found his sweet spot. Chris feels her smirk against his neck and he spanks her lightly, making her moan. "You dirty girl. You love being spanked, don't you?" He rubs over the heated spot.

"Fucking love it, do it again." She cups his face, kissing his lips. "Beg for it." He mumbles against her lips. Y/n stops kissing his and instead trails down to his jaw. "Please, Chris. I want you to spank me. Please, I'll be good, I can take it. I prom-" She gets cut off with a spank to the same spot before, and one right after on her other cheek. "Thank you, love it. So much." She kisses down until his waistband and looks up at him for approval and he nods. She slides his sweats down and is met with his cock springing up. Y/n takes him in her hand and lightly squeezes him.

"Fuck." He groans. She continues to squeeze him until she spits on his pink tip and watches it dribble down to the rest of his length. She wraps her mouth around his wet tip and sucks it. Chris loved it. Slowly, she took more of him until she couldn't. Bobbing her head up and down, spit was dibbling down her chin and her eyes were glossed over from the pressure. "That's so good, you love sucking my cock, don't you?" He wraps her loose hair around his hand, yanking her off his dick so she can answer. "I love it. Love making you feel good." She says. Chris guides her head back down and she goes to where she left off. A few sucks and bobs of her head, Chris is ready to cum. "Baby, I'm about to cum. Keep going- shit!"

Y/n soon feels the warm liquid of his cum fill her mouth and she swallows it. Still hard, she goes back to his lips to kiss him. His hands roaming her naked body. "Can I ride you? I want you in me." She whispers against him. "Yeah? You wanna ride me?" Y/n nods. "Go ahead." He gets comfy as Y/n grabs his dick and lines him up with her entrance. She slowly goes down and she feels him stretch her. They both moan. Once she has him fully in. She starts to move. She sits back on his thighs and moves her hips back and forth making them both moan. She continues to do that until she gets off his knees and bounces on him. With her tits in his face, he kneads one while he wraps the other with his mouth.

Minutes go by and they're both a moaning and panting mess. Chris starts to take notice of her slowing down so he takes control. He flips them over gently, without him slipping out and starts to thrust into her. "O-oh fuck!" She moans. Chris looks down to where they're connected and sees his glistening cock going in and out of her. Suddenly the sight of her swollen belly catches his eye and he moans, knowing he fucked a baby into her. "Look at your belly- shit- you like that I fucked a baby into you? Now everyone will know you're mine, yeah? Fucked you so good I got you all full and pregnant." He groans, running his hands over her bump. "Yes, I'm yours. All yours." She scratches his back.

"Fuck, I'm so close." He moves his hands to the sides of her head and kisses her damp neck. "Me too, don't stop." She sighs. "You feel so good, I feel so full." She moans into his ear. "Fucking pussy was made for me, wasn't it?" She nods. "Just for you, nobody else." She whines, feeling the tightness in her lower belly. "Feel you squeezing me, cum for me, baby." He continues to thrust into her. "Yes! Yes- fuck. I'm cumming. Shit! Don't stop!" She gasps, arching her back, her neck is exposed and Chris sucks on her neck, leaving a light mark. "I'm- shit! I'm cumming!" Chris rides his high, his cum painting her walls. Y/n lies underneath him. watching his face as he cums.

Chris slowly pulls out and they both hiss from how sensitive they've become. "Sorry, baby." He whispers. He looks down and sees him cum start to drip out of her. He audibly moans at the sight. "Think you can give me one more?" He lays next to her. Running his hand up and down her thigh.

"Give me a couple a minutes".

[red-riot-unbreakable-heart]

Hawks x Y/N | A Friday Night Between Your Thighs 💋

I recently ran a poll asking "How're We Fuckin' Hawks Tonight?" And most of y'all voted for "He's eating you out," so here's a fic about it. Enjoyyyy <3 A18+ MDNI

Here's something important that absolutely needs to be known by all - getting eaten out by Hawks is always a fuckin' pleasure.

He gets home late Friday night after a long day, long week, long month. He's absolutely exhausted as he slumps through your apartment door and drops his jacket to the ground. He barely makes it over to the couch, falling face first into the plush navy cushions.

You coo and fuss over him, quickly pushing your laptop onto the coffee table and pulling his head into your lap. You card your fingers through his hair and within seconds his eyes droop closed. He's so, so tired, and laying on your lap feels like absolute heaven. He wishes he had more energy to spend hanging out with you or taking you out on his nights off - but right now all he can focus on is the gentle way your fingertips scratch against his scalp and down his sore neck.

You let him doze for a half hour - just enough to recharge but not too much to get him hooked into REM sleep. As he rests, you slowly extract yourself out from under him, laying his head on a soft pillow and covering him with a thick knit blanket. You take care to tuck him in, smoothing the crimson feathers of his wings down lightly as you go. He lets out the tiniest of groans in reply. His wings are sensitive, after all.

You move quietly to the kitchen to get some dinner going - a thick chicken noodle soup to drive the chill from his aching bones. When Keigo's head pokes up from the couch a half an hour later, you're already ladling a generous portion into his favorite bowl. His tired eyes crinkle at the corners as you stride towards him, two heavy soup bowls in hand.

"What did I do to deserve all this?" He asks with wonder as you lay down the bowls on the coffee table and pull out your TV dinner trays so the two of you won't spill on the upholstery. You hand him his bowl of soup and he smiles up at you adoringly. He's still wrapped up in the blanket - covered with it like a cloak over his head and shoulders. He looks like a character from the hobbit, sans bushy beard or fuzzy feet.

"I guess you just got lucky." You plant a kiss on his scratchy cheek before pulling your own bowl towards you. You grab the remote and flick on a comfort movie. There's no room for stressful plots tonight.

You both dig into your soup happily. Keigo asks for seconds, and then thirds. You even manage to scrounge up a sleeve of Ritz crackers that he absolutely demolishes. You love seeing him relaxed and happy - it's a rare sight. But here he is - beautiful and curled up on your couch with a full belly. It makes your heart sing.

He's already falling back asleep. That's no surprise - after a meal Keigo is always out like a light. You know it stems from his childhood trauma - he spent the beginning of his life hungry and afraid. Having a full stomach is such a comfort to him now, and makes him feel so safe and at ease. He always knocks out for a little right after dinner. You watch his eyelids get heavy and you note that he's still wearing his street clothes.

"Kei...let me go get something comfier for you to wear, hm?" You say sweetly, placing the dirty soup pot in the sink.

"Huh?" He blinks awake. "Oh, yeah, babe. That would be great." He smiles at you again and you feel so bubbly and warm. You drag your fingertips lightly across his wings as you pass the couch and he glimmers under your touch. You hurry back to your room and open up the drawer you've dedicated to Keigo's things. He's stashed a few outfits - jeans, t-shirts and the like - in the space alongside some sweats, extra boxers, deodorant and a tiny bottle of his favorite cologne.

You scoop out a plain black t-shirt and his favorite pair of well-loved grey sweatpants. A few months ago, the back pocket tore clean off. Keito had been pretty bummed about it - this was one of the first clothing items he had bought himself after getting to leave the confines of the Commission. He knew it was silly to hold on to a pair of sweatpants of all things...but he struggled to throw them out and let them go.

In a fit of creative inspiration, you were able to spend some time after work watching sewing tutorials on YouTube. After an hour of content, you had managed to clumsily sew the pants back together. You'd also added a tiny addition - a small heart shaped patch that would be featured prominently on his right ass cheek. When you had unveiling your handy work to your boyfriend, he had gone absolutely mad with excitement. He had kissed your face all over and giggled at the tiny patch addition. He loved that you'd managed to make his favorite pair of pants even more special, and of course he loved the excuse to model his tight hero ass around the apartment for you.

You bring out the fresh outfit and toss it to him on the couch. He immediately gets up, untangling himself from the blanket, and starts to strip.

"Keigo! Dude! The window shades aren't closed!" You shriek at his indecency. He tosses you a wicked grin over his shoulder as he pulls off his shirt, shimmying it up and over his wings. If there's one thing you'll never get tired of - it's seeing your boyfriend naked. His chest is toned and his abs are well defined. His waist tapers down into a tight "v" shape that makes your mouth water. He unzips his jeans and then bends over to pull his foot out of one leg, then the other. He straightens up and turns so you can take him in fully - he's standing in the center of the apartment in nothing but his fitted black boxers. The thin material stretches across his thick thighs in a absolutely delicious way that makes you blush. And, oh, his goddamn package...you can't even begin to find the words to describe how good his cock looks half hard and cradled in that expensive underwear of his.

"I could just stay like this, babe. I don't need to put anything else on." He wiggles his eyebrows up at you suggestively. "Actually...I could lose the boxers, too, if that's what you'd want..."

"Kei..." You say breathlessly, looking him up and down. "I thought you'd want to go back to sleep."

He takes a step towards you, his deep golden eyes filled with a look of want. Suddenly he looks wide awake. Heat pools between your legs as his mouth pulls into a sly grin. He lets his gaze rake across your body, hovering across your breasts, your lips. He knows exactly what he's doing, the damn bird.

"How could I go to sleep when my amazing girlfriend needs to be taken care of?" He walks over to you, folding you into his warm embrace. His biceps flex impressively around you and once again you're in awe of how hot and fit your goddamn pro hero boyfriend is. He nuzzles his face into your neck and sits there for a moment, breathing in your familiar scent before placing a wet kiss on your flushed skin.

"My girl is so good to me...feeding me, making sure I'm cozy and well cared for." He starts to place a trail of hot kisses up your neck and behind your ear. When he reaches your hairline, he groans. "I want to return the favor before we go to bed. Gotta show you I can take care of you, too. Let me eat you out, baby?"

"Mmm, Kei." You can't help but moan at the offer. You shift your weight from foot to foot as arousal blooms in your panties.

"Yeah, baby?" He lets a hand drift lightly down your stomach and over your clothed pussy. He swirls his fingertips in a light figure eight motion around your clit - over and over until you let out a breathy moan. "You gonna let me take care of my pretty birdy?"

"Please."

It's all he needs to hear. A second later he's thrown you down on the couch and he's stripping you down. Your shirt, bra and jeans are instantly on the floor. He leaves your panties, throwing your legs haphazardly over his shoulders as he gets himself into a good position. You're already so turned on that there's a growing damp spot on the gusset of your white laced panties. Keigo breathes in sharply at the sight, biting his lip as he surveys your beautiful body. It's as if he's not quite sure where he wants to start.

"Keigo...I need you, baby." You moan out, bringing your hands up to cup his beautiful sharp face. He leans into the touch, eyes sliding shut for a moment as he just enjoys the way your fingertips feel against his jawline.

"I know, hun. I'm gonna make you feel so goddamn good with my tongue." He promises, reaching down to awkwardly push his boxers off and towards his thighs. His pretty thick cock spring free, kissing his toned stomach and leaving a messy smear of pre-cum on his abs. He takes his dick in one hand, stroking it slowly as he leans forward to kiss the soft plane of your stomach.

You inhale a sharp breath at the contact. His lips are hot and soft as they move across your belly, across your navel, and down towards the waistband of your panties. He takes his time, lavishing every inch of exposed skin he can find with his lips, tongue and teeth. He rolls the edges of his bite across the swell of your hips, and the sensation causes goosebumps to swell across your skin. When he runs his hot tongue flat under the waistband of your panties, you know you're done for.

He releases his cock from his grasp so that he can use both hands. It springs back into position, twitching lightly against his abs. You can't help but envision the snug fit of his cock deep in your cunt. It's one of your favorite feelings - the way he fits inside of you so well. The gentle lovemaking Keigo excels at that allows you to feel every glorious inch of his cock as he flexes and thrusts into you with steady rhythm.

"Time to take these off, I think." He says, hooking his thumbs under the lacy waistband of your panties and pulling swiftly down. The cool apartment air hits your pussy and you suck in a tiny breath at the change in temperature. "Don't worry, babe. I'll warm you up in a minute." He says knowingly, chuckling under his breath at your vague discomfort. He spreads your legs out a bit, staring down at your perfect pussy with an expression of awe.

"I'll never get tired of this view." He says, tracing a fingertip lightly around your folds. You bite your lip as you watch him play with you, zigzagging his fingers across your pussy without touching you in the spots that ache the most. He bends his head forward so he can start kissing up your leg, up your thigh, and into the crease between your leg and your pussy. You're dripping wet, now. Shit, you're so wet you'll need to clean off the couch later with carpet cleaner or something stupid like that.

"Keigo...Keigo please." You beg, staring up into his bright golden eyes with want. You're desperate for him - always have been, always will be.

He smiles down at you and the look is so open and genuine it makes you want to squeal. Keigo is such a damn romantic sometimes - when he fucks you, 90% of the time he wants to "make love." Rough sex is reserved for rare occasions - anniversaries, birthdays and needing to work through tension after hard missions. Keigo prefers to go slow and soft - he wants to make sure you feel his love in every thrust, every lick.

And so, when he finally brings his mouth down to your pussy to get to work, you're not surprised by the way that he takes his sweet time. He starts out at a glacial pace to let you acclimate to the overwhelming feeling of the flat of his tongue against your clit. He knows you're sensitive and get overwhelmed easily, so he likes to ease you into it as best he can. You're already overstimulated and don't think you can last too long - not when he's working at you so meticulously.

Keigo's tongue slowly swirls around your clit, trying to find the perfect rhythm to bring you to the brink of pleasure. You moan pathetically as he tries out a few different shapes - tracing the tip of his tongue back and forth across your clit and folds. After a few minutes, you relax into it, your butt sinking into the couch as he presses your legs further up over his shoulders.

He pulls his face away from your core and you moan at the loss of contact. He looks down at you with an intense expression, eyes smoky and filled with desire. For a moment, a thin string of saliva connects his face to your pussy, and you can't help but think it's the hottest goddamn thing you've ever seen.

"I'm gonna spell my name. Remind you who you belong to." He says in a low, husky voice. You stomach flips at that. He's never done anything like this before, and you wonder where he's taking inspiration from. He dives back in, and after a moment you start to decipher the "K" he's tracing over and over with his tongue across your pussy.

"Fuck!" You cry out when he licks an "E" and than an "I" across your poor, throbbing pussy. The "G" is no big deal, but the way he traces the "O" over and over and over across your clit has you bucking your hips into his face.

"Oh, you liked that last part?" He teases, repositioning himself a bit for better access. He leans back down and continues to trace the same delightful pattern across your clit until your legs start to shake.

"Kei...I'm so close." You say, trying desperately to get your limbs under control as they shake with pleasure. He doesn't stop what he's doing - he just keeps methodically swirling his tongue around you as the pressure inside builds.

He brings a hand down to grasp at the meat of your ass. He takes a cheek in hand and squeezes lightly, making you cry out again before slowly sliding a fingertip between your cheeks. He starts to circle your hole with a soft, wet fingertip as he eats you out. He's played a bit with your ass before - all just gentle touches and caresses up to this point. But now...now he's pushing and sliding and putting pressure on the spot in just the right way.

You feel your orgasm swelling inside of you, Keigo's fingers and mouth working in tandem to draw as much pleasure out of you as humanly possible. Your legs shake more than you thought was humanly possible, and Keigo's cock can be seen clearly twitching in response.

When you cum, you cry out his name (every form of it you know!). Keigo, Hawks, baby, wings, my love. You repeat each of these names with enthusiasm, worshiping the man who's head is between your thighs and taking no prisoners. The orgasm hits you hard and fast, ringing up from your quivering clit and deep into your core. You feel the release all over - in the twitch of your legs, the curl of your toes, in the way your eyes roll back.

"Keigo, babe, I love you." The orgasm rolls through you, making every square inch of you feel alive - you're practically pulsing with heat. Keigo licks you through it, keeping his face planted firmly in one spot as you rhythmically shift your hips to ride his tongue. You can't imagine a feeling better than cumming on Keigo Takami's pretty boy face. You groan out as you come down from your high. Keigo doesn't stop until you tell him to.

When you finally ask him to stop, it's because your clit is getting overly sensitive and needs a break. He nods and pulls his face away from you, grinning like an idiot. His cheeks and chin are damp with your slick, but he looks absolutely thrilled.

"Was that good, babe? Did you enjoy it?" He asks eagerly, shifting forward so he can join you down on the couch and wrap you in his arms.

"Kei, that was..." You don't have the words to describe the magic Keigo's just worked on your pussy. It was Transcendent. Magnificent. Life altering. All good terms and phrases to describe the way that you just ascended on the Number Two Hero's tongue. He nuzzles his face into your neck once more and pulls you close.

"Anytime you need, babe. I'll eat you out whenever. No questions asked."

"That's a big promise, Kei." You say, lifting a hand to his golden locks so you can scratch his scalp the way that he likes. "I might take advantage."

"Oh please." He practically begs, squeezing you lightly between his strong biceps. "I'd eat you out all day if I could. In bed when you wake up, in my office between patrols, in the bathroom at the bar when we're out with friends...babe, I wanna worship that pussy every second I can."

"You're crazy." You laugh, smushing a kiss onto his still damp cheek.

"Crazy for you." He sighs out, happy to feel your skin against his. The two of you are laying completely naked on the couch but it feels like the most natural thing in the world. He's still hard against you but doesn't put up a fuss about it.

"Want me to take care of that?" You ask letting your fingers skim across his half-hard cock. He shivers at the contact, his dick instantly pricking up at the feeling.

"Yes, please."

You smirk and bring your palm up to your mouth for him to see. You lock eyes with him - his golden irises shimmering as he watches you lick the palm of your hand up and down. You then lower the hand between the two of you and wrap it around his dick. His sharp intake of breath at the contact is music to your ears - you're going to absolutely tare him apart like this, you just know it.

"Does my babe like getting jerked off?" You ask softly, pumping slowly at his cock with your slick hand. He whimpers in reply. "Use your words, Keigo."

"Y-yes, Y/N. I fucking love it." He manages to get out between trembling lips. He slowly flexes his hips so he can thrust into your hand, but you cease your ministrations.

"No, Keigo. I call the shots with this." You say firmly, and his hips slow to a stop. Only when he's stopped moving do you resume jerking him off. After a minute, your hand starts to feel dry. You release his cock (much to his protesting) and bring it up to your mouth again. This time, you spit cleanly into the center of your palm. His eyes widen as he watches you spit twice more into your hand before bringing it back down to pleasure him. The saliva is exactly the lubrication needed, and he sighs gratefully as your small hand glides up and down his length.

"You know what this feels like?" You ask him, looking down at his hard cock admiringly.

"What?" He asks, breathless. He's unable to take his eyes away from your lovely face as you push and pull him through his pleasure.

"Feels like...Pro Hero material." You say, picking up your pace and spending a bit of extra time focusing around his tip. He cries out in appreciation - Keigo loves dirty talk. And praise. And essentially whatever you're willing to offer him in a sexy context like this.

It only takes another few good pumps to push him over the edge. You feel his whole body shiver in anticipation of his orgasm - his balls tighten, his cock is pulses. A moment later, he's splattering hot ropes of cum across your bare stomach. He's groaning out your name and giggling into the side of your neck as he spills his seed all over your soft skin.

"Fuck. You're perfect. So perfect, babe." He moans out as he finishes. He bats your hand away as his cock softens and everything gets a little too sensitive.

You lay there for a minute, wrapped up in each other on the couch as Keigo catches his breath.

"I wish you could come into work and do that for me between meetings." He sighs out, content. "That's exactly the kind of reset I need on tough days like this."

"Well your office door has a lock on it, right?" You grin - you love teasing this silly bird. "I don't see any reason why we can't just take a 'work break' together at your desk. And if I accidentally end up on my knees sucking and fucking you behind closed doors? That can't be the worst thing to happen at a Pro Hero agency." You say innocently, batting your eyes at him.

"Fuck. Stop being so hot Y/N. Now I've got an offfice kink or something." He chuckles, planting a wet kiss on your shoulder.

"Well, I'll break the illusion and be not-hot for a moment. I need to pee like a motherfucker." You try to say with a straight face, smirking as you curse.

"The mouth on you!" Keigo says, pretending to sound scandalized. But he releases you from his embrace, allowing your to scrabble to your feet and make your way to the tiny bathroom at the other end of the apartment.

You hurry off to pee and to grab a wet washcloth for yourself. You hastily wipe down your stomach - careful to smooth off all of the cum. After the quick wipe-down, you grab a fresh towel for Keigo and bustle back out into the living room. You toss him the towel and he uses a soft red feather to catch it mid-air. He cleans himself off and finally puts on the comfy outfit you had brought him earlier. The grey sweatpants hang comfortably off of his slim frame, the tiny red heart patch accentuating his juicy booty (or so you think, anyway).

"I think..." You say, surveying him with your hands on your hips. You're still completely naked, and the blinds are still completely open. But, fuck it. At this point if anyone has been watching you both through the window, they've already had a full fucking show. "I think that it's time for bed."

"I couldn't agree more, birdy." Keigo gets to his feet and plants a kiss on your forehead. "I'm gonna hop in the shower real quick and wash myself off, though. It was a long day at the agency and I think I could use a good scrub before I get in between those clean sheets of yours."

"Oh, good point. I appreciate that." You say, happy that you won't need to wash stickiness out of your sheets in the morning. You pad after him back into the bathroom where he flicks your shower to the perfect temperature with practiced skill. The room fills with steam and everything feels blissful. Your body feels loose and warm from your orgasm, and a long stream of hot water from your massage shower head sounds like heaven.

"Care to join me?" He throws you one of those devilish, flirty looks and you melt under his golden gaze. He throws all his clothes to the ground and steps into the shower, reaching out a hand to help you in behind him. He's so goddamn beautiful it makes you want to sing - you'll never tire of seeing Keigo naked. His toned body and honey gold skin shimmer in the low light of the bathroom.

You grin up at him, unable to picture a more perfect Friday night spent with your Pro Hero boyfriend. Soup, sex, shower, sleep. Honestly, what more could a girl want?

You step up behind him and into the hot, steamy shower.

"Always."

End.

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This one was inspired by a poll I ran recently...

Y'all voted for "He's Eating You Out" so obviously I had to make that happen!

Hope you enjoyed this smutty little fun about our boy Hawks!

Want more fun, smutty fics? Feel free to check out my 🔥Master List🔥 - there's plenty of more where this came from!

Stay safe and be good to each other <3

XOXO,

RedRiotUnbreakableHeart ❤️

[hyunebunx]

💓 with felix omg can you imagine how adorable

˖˙ ᰋ ── 💓- 'a trail of kisses along the partner's jawline or collarbone'

﹙ʚɞ˚﹚. genre: fluff!!

﹙ʚɞ˚﹚. pairing: felix x gn!reader

﹙ʚɞ˚﹚. a/n: teriii this took me forever i'm sorry 😔 i just realised the reason i'm so slow with requests is bc i'm unable to write anything if i don't make the characters head over heels in love with each other. anywayss, i hope you like it 🩷🫶🏻

“Love.” He calls out lowly, nuzzling your neck affectionately while your fingers comb through blond locks, massaging his scalp. Felix has pretty much melted into your arms, eyes barely open and not focused on the movie he insisted on watching together for the past week, missing the whole plot. “Look at me.”

“Lix, baby, my darling sunshine.” You giggle, eyes still trained on the tv screen, which has him groaning in protest. “I’m watching the movie. The one you’ve been babbling about for weeks. Why aren’t you?”

He mumbles something against your skin, too quiet for you to hear. “What was that?”

“I said, I’m bored.” He lets out a dramatic sigh, raising his head to look you in the eyes, everything in you softening once those plump lips jut out in a slight pout.

Movie all forgotten, you reach to push the hair out of his face, tenderly tucking the loose strands behind his ears to which Felix leans into your touch like a man starved of affection for weeks on end. Your thumb then moves to wipe off a small food stain near his lips, some chocolate that didn’t reach its destination and decide to hang onto your boyfriend’s gorgeous face for a while longer, also mesmerised by his beauty.

“Should we watch something else, then?” You inquire, spreading your arms to welcome him back into your embrace. Felix doesn’t even bother to answer before diving in, taking his rightful place into the crock of your neck with a soft, relieved sigh.

A moment later, he shakes his head, strong hands kneading your waist and pushing you further into the couch, all of his body needing to be touching yours in some capacity. “It’s almost over anyway.”

His lips then find their way to your jawline, peppering feather like kisses along the surface in a true, cuddlebug fashion. Your smile widens, the hand that’s not in his hair coming to lay on his back and caress the covered skin in a comforting manner as Felix lets most of his weight rest on you.

“What do you want to want to do after?” His kisses barely let you finish, pillowy lips trailing down to your neck which causes you to giggle, their gentleness tickling. Asking might prove redundant because Felix only gets this affectionate when he’s tired, your shared bed calling his name in the sweetest voice only he can hear.

You reach for the remote to turn the tv down, losing all interest in the movie as Felix ponders the question, placing a sweet kiss behind your ear that has a shiver running down your spine. Sitting up, he releases your waist to hold both of your hands, interlacing your fingers to bring them up to his lips more easily.

His answer is surprising. “Talk.”

“About?” You raise an eyebrow, not bothering to sit up as exhaustion seems to rest right on your bones.

As expected, it doesn’t take Felix long to return to your side, hovering over you and delicately pinning one of your hands right next to your head on a comfy cushion. “You.” He nods, smiling widely when you move just a tad bit to rub your nose against his, chuckling.

“What else do you want to know?” Your free hand moves to his nape, caressing the skin there which always gives Felix goosebumps. “My life isn’t as exciting as yours, I don’t have that many interesting stories to tell.”

Felix disagrees, dropping down to leave another trail of delicate kisses along your collarbones, cheekily hooking a finger under your shirt’s collar to expose even more skin. “Everything. I want to know everything about you.”

Your heart skips several beats, all possible responses dying on your tongue as they witness how much this man loves and cares about you. To be known is to be loved, and Felix wanted to make sure he knew everything before attempting to love you properly, exactly how you deserved to be loved for the rest of your life. A life he hoped and prayed you’d share with him.

His voice is low, barely above a whisper as he confesses his profound feelings. “I want every single detail about you to be engraved on my mind, and heart for as long as I live, to make sure I never forget a minute out of all the time we’ve spent together.”

“I want to recognize you from people’s stories, to work out exactly why you chose one thing over the other. I already recognize your footsteps as you walk down the hall to visit me at work – and the sound has me grinning like a fucking idiot.” He exhales, resting his forehead just above your frantically beating heart. “Can you imagine how happy knowing everything else about you would make me feel? I think I might burst.”

No, you couldn’t, because you could never wrap your head around being loved so genuinely and openly. Being loved for the real you, with the good, the bad and the ugly parts you have never shown anyone.

But Felix, as persistent as he was, will only stop once he can prove you wrong and make it a reality.

[xoxochb]

“this book you’re reading. tell me about it.”

you huff and bookmark the pages before closing it. “this didn’t end well last time.”

“well I’m prepared this time.”

like a child, percy rests chin on your propped up knees, peering at the book laying on your tummy with fascination.

“are you though?”

he nods eagerly and kisses your knees repeatedly.

funny because he’d did the same thing last night during a very different situation.

“I’ve heard it all, sweet girl, I can handle it.”

“okay. well it’s a reread but a really good book. it’s about this girl who meets this guy at an airport and she’s angry at him because he’s, like, holding up the line or something, and they end up sitting together on the plane—”

“and they have sex in their seats?”

your brows furrow. “no. this book doesn’t have smut.”

“bummer.”

“you’re not even— okay. anyways, basically what happens is that after this whole plane fiasco, they meet again a few years later and then a few years after that again like some kind of invisible string or something.”

percy perks up quickly. “like that song!”

you gasp. “yes! exactly! so then eventually they make this bet that girls and boys can’t be friends without eventually having feelings for each other. they make a bet on the f-m-c’s friends who the m-m-c thinks will hook up.”

“do they?”

“spoiler alert! but that’s basically the whole plot is that there’s a bunch of bets and stuff and it’s really good, this is one of my favorite books.”

“hmm. sounds interesting.”

“it is.” you nod.

percy gingerly pulls your legs down so he can lay between them, cheek resting on your tummy, arms snaking around your waist.

“read it to me.”

“you’re going to fall asleep.”

often he does.

“your voice is very soothing, sweet girl.”

you think for a moment before responding. “I suppose I can read a few chapters, sure.”

you pick up the book you’d moved, opening to your bookmarked page and beginning to recite each line from bottom to top.

and like presumed, percy was out like a light within ten minutes.

[daryltwdixon]

Worship🌶️

A Daryl Dixon x Reader One Shot

Summary: Daryl finally lets you have you way when you beg him to let you worship him the way you’ve always wanted to.

Warnings: smut smut smut | literally all p*rn no plot🌶️

As usual, MDNI

Sorry y’all I was in the mood for some straight smut with this man. Enjoy ☺️

“Please, Daryl,” you’re begging, hands on his thighs and knees up against the bottom of the couch, sitting on your heels, “I want to,”

Your hands travel up his jean clad legs, his breath hitching as your hands reach his lap, then his belt buckle.

Daryl’s hands rest on yours, stopping you. You can see his icy blue eyes peering down at you in confusion through his long dark bangs.

“S’okay, you don’t need to—“ he argues quietly. He’s not mad, he’s just bewildered with why you’d want to pleasure him. Why any of his pleasure could ever exist in a world where you’re not also receiving anything at the same time.

“Please,” you whisper again, and after a few heartbeats to make sure you mean it, his hands slowly lay by his sides, and he leans his head back on the couch, unable to look at you.

You gently begin to take off his pants, the belt buckle clattering as you set it on the ground next to you. You fumble with the buttons and pull down the zipper, finally able to peel his jeans off of him. The bulge that eagerly waits beneath the briefs he’s wearing is mouth watering as you set your sights on it. You reach the bottom of his legs, forgetting entirely about his boots. Quickly, you’re pulling them off with the rest of his pants, excited to dive into his lap. But you reel yourself in, telling yourself to be patient. Drag this out, as it may be the only chance you get to worship him in this way. You sit up a bit more, up on your knees now, and bring your hands to his shoulders. You trail down his arms, your hands feeling the dips and valleys of the gorgeous muscles on them. You let the pads of your fingers trace over a particularly noticeable vein, and without a thought, you’re reaching over with your lips to kiss it. You feel Daryl move, and peer up at him to see him watching you. You continue peppering his arm with kisses until you reach his wrist and hold it to your face in front of both of you.

“You are so beautiful,” you say to him, pulling his thumb into your mouth. His eyes dart around, nervous and unable to take a compliment. Your teeth graze over the tip of his thumb then, and his eyes lock back on you. You suck it gently, letting your tongue discover the nooks and crannies of his finger.

“You’re gonna drive me crazy if you keep doin’ tha’,” he murmurs, his voice hoarse with arousal. You smile and release his thumb from your mouth, leaning forward to push your lips onto his mouth now. His hands are on you—pulling you in with the nape of your neck, the other on your waist. He lifts your shirt quickly off of you, and brings his off moments later. His hands are back on you and he’s trying to pull you up onto him, but you resist. You pull back from the kiss then, and trail your lips over his stubbly jaw, down the side of his neck. He brings your hair to the side of your neck and open mouth kisses the spot where your neck meets your shoulder. He knows that spot always brings shivers to your skin.

You continue trailing down his body, finally coming to his stomach and navel, where you start to let your teeth graze on his skin, making him squirm a bit under you. A smile creeps to your face, but you don’t say anything. You’re not going to make fun of him when he’s so wanton in your hands like this. Your hands rub gently up and down his thighs until your mouth comes into contact with his briefs. You bring your hands up, taking the waistband in the hooks of your fingers, and dragging it down to his feet slowly.

His rigid, hard cock springs out at you, glistening at the tip with precum. You lick your lips in anticipation and look up at him. His eyes are hooded as he lays his head back against the couch again, throat bobbing in nervousness.

“Watch me,” you whisper, the breath up against his balls now. His hips squirm more at that as your hand holds the base of him. He sucks air between his teeth at your touch, looking back down at you.

You gently kiss the tip of his cock, licking up the precum on the head of it. Daryl’s eyes are boring into you and yours start to flutter closed as you take him into your mouth. The groan that escapes him is proof enough to why you wanted to do this. Needed to.

You work at a slow pace at first, wanting to bathe in the pleasure of the feeling of him in your mouth. Hot, heavy and thick. He stretches your mouth so your jaw has to become slightly unhinged as you take him deeper and deeper in your throat. You moan against him, causing his hips to buck, a quiet “fuck,” coming out of him.

You bring your mouth up, matching the movement with your hand wrapped around him, making his groans turn to straight moans. You repeat it again, taking him fully with your hand and mouth joined on him. He’s moaning and whimpering above you, head lulling back on the couch again. You don’t correct him to look at you, but instead watch him in ecstasy. Seeing Daryl so vulnerable, so full of pleasure is enough to make you soaking wet between your legs. With your free hand, you bring your fingers to the apex of your thighs, gliding them against your wet cunt. Your eyes roll back as you find your clit and circle it. You’re moaning again, and this time he looks down at you, watching in absolutely astonishment that you’re touching yourself at the act of having him down your throat.

Daryl brings a hand to your face, softly. He smears his thumb against your cheek, wiping the tears that form there that you didn’t even notice.

“Baby, please,” he whispers, his voice thick, “let me,”

Your eye brows furrow in argument as you continue to take him into your throat. You lift your hand up to put it around him along with the one that has been wrapped around him already, but he grabs it before you’re able to. He lifts your two fingers into his mouth, and the moan that escapes him is near animalistic. His tongue against your skin causes you to whimper, the sound lost around his cock. You feel and watch his tongue circle your fingers with fervor, enjoying every last drop. You try to mirror the feeling, weaving your tongue around his cock, then flattening it on the underside. When he brings your fingers out of his mouth, he looks down at you, tightening his grip now on your wrist.

“That’s enough now, I need to feel you,” he growls, pulling you off his cock, lifting you up by the wrist. His hand snakes around your waist as you complain, and he pulls you down to his lap. Your center makes contact with his cock, wet from your spit. You subconsciously drag yourself against it, grinding yourself on it gently.

“Jesus, fuck,” he says, hand in your hair now, pulling your head back and down to bring more friction down on him. Your whimpers are amplified when he brings his lips to your chest, kissing and sucking with his hot, wet mouth before taking a nipple between his teeth.

“Please, please, please,” you whimper over and over again, your hips still desperate for more friction.

“Come ‘ere,” he says gently, his hand releasing your hair and placing both now on your hips. He lifts you slightly, allowing you to wrap your hand around him. He hums as your hand comes in contact with his cock again as you guide him to your center.

As you feel him break the surface and enter into you, you can hardly take the feeling of being split in half. He slowly guides you down when your hands come to his shoulders, digging into either side in pain and pleasure.

When you finally bottom out, your hips up against his now, you take a few deep breaths, resting your forehead against his. His hands come up to your face, cupping either side.

“You okay?” He whispers, kissing your mouth twice. You nod, humming in satisfaction as your walls contract and widen to support his girth. Your arm snakes around him now, the other still using his shoulder for support. You begin to rock your hips against him, earning a pleasurable moan from him as his lips attach to yours again. When he feels like you’re ready and gets permission from you to start moving, his hands are back on your body, this time grabbing your ass, kneading it in his hands. He guides you up so he can snap his hips up into you, your head falling back in ecstasy.

“Fuck, baby, god.” He whimpers under you, looking up at you while you writhe in pleasure, “you’re so fuckin’ beautiful the way you take me so good,” he leans his forehead into your chest now, pulling you by the waist flush against him while continuing the brutal thrusts up into you.

“D—Daryl, I’m— I’m—“ Jesus, you can hardly get the words out between thrusts as he leans back into the couch and brings your body with him. He continues his assault of your chest, biting and licking and sucking on your skin. You’re looking back down at him as pressure builds in your lower abdomen. Your bodies are so flush against each other that you slide a bit from the sweat on either of your stomachs.

“Gonna cum for me baby? Gonna cum on my cock? Fuck you feel so good riding me like that,”

His voice is so thick with pleasure he’s turning you into fucking putty in his arms. You thought you were the one in control earlier, able to control his pleasure, what you wanted to do with him. But anytime he gets talkative during sex, the dirty words he always keeps to himself pouring out of him, you realize you’d do anything to make him feel good. He has you wrapped around his finger, and maybe he’s wrapped around yours too, the way he always made sure you came first, that your pleasure came first.

A wailing cry came from your mouth as you held onto him tighter, walls constricting and pulsing around his member. His fingers dig into your sides a little, the slight pain causing you to completely lose yourself.

The overstimulation as you come down from your orgasm while he continues to rut into you is nearly too much. You’re blubbering your words, moaning breathlessly. He slows his thrusts, now pushing and pulling your hips to rock on him. You breathe on his face, smiling lazily, looking into his eyes. He grabs your face with one hand, pulling you in for a deep, powerful kiss, his tongue plunging into you as he makes your hips rock faster on him. Your moans continue through the tight lipped embrace, he’s so fucking deep in you, you swear you can feel him in your stomach.

“I fucking love you,” he whispers against your lips as he cums inside of you.

[atomicladytimetravel]

The Best Part of Waking Up

Summary: Joel comes home exhausted after working fourteen hours, but reader is in the mood. After some begging, reader gives up. Joel wakes her up in the middle of the night to give her what she asked for.

Warnings: Mature content. Porn with very little plot - like is the plot in the room with us? 18+ ONLY. MDNI. Unprotected p in v, creampie, use of the word ‘whore’ (once and reader likes it), use of ‘daddy’, dirty talk, spanking, slight ass play.

Word Count: 1,851

It’s finally Friday, your favorite day of the week. Your husband Joel usually comes home at around 4:00 PM and the two of you have takeout, watch a movie and then fuck like rabbits. Sometimes you just fuck like rabbits. Either way, your body has basically been programmed to expect dick every Friday evening.

You glance anxiously at the time on your phone - 6:55 PM. Joel should’ve been home almost three hours ago, but something had gone wrong at the job site and he had to stay and deal with it. He promised he would be home by seven, but he hasn’t even called to say he’s on his way.

Finally, at 9:00 PM, you hear Joel’s heavy footsteps on the front porch. He opens the door, a sheepish look already on his face.

“I’m so sorry baby,” he apologizes immediately. “Being the owner isn’t all it’s cracked up to be sometimes.”

“It’s alright Joel, you’re home now.”

You cross over to him and hook your arms around his neck. His arms circle your waist and he gives you a lingering kiss. You’ve been horny all day and the slight bit of affection sends you into overdrive. You try to initiate sex, but he gently pulls away from you.

“I’m sorry honey, but I’m exhausted. Let’s get some sleep and we’ll have tomorrow to ourselves, yeah?”

“Mm, pleeeease Joel? I’ll do all the work.”

“As tempting as it sounds, I’m just too tired. I worked fourteen hours today,” he protests.

“But daddyyyy,” you pout, but he puts a finger to your lips.

“No whining. I’m going to go lay down and tomorrow, I’ll fuck you all day. I promise.”

“Fine,” you agree and he kisses you again. He bids you good night and you watch a few more episodes of your favorite show before joining him.

Joel wakes up a few hours later with his cock throbbing between his legs. He tosses and turns for another half hour, trying every method he could think of to make a hard on disappear.

“I should’ve fucked her when she was begging for it,” he thinks to himself. He turns and snuggles close to you, his hard on pressed into your ass. He kisses your neck, reaching underneath your sleep shirt to fondle your breast.

“Wake up baby girl,” he whispers in your ear when you start to stir. He nibbles your ear while he rolls your nipple between his fingers and you can’t help but let out a soft moan.

“What are you doing Joel?” you giggle sleepily.

“‘M just tryin’ to give you the cock you were beggin’ me for earlier.”

“Mm, but ‘m sleepy now baby,” you whine. You don’t protest when his hand wanders underneath your panties, however. He drags his middle finger through your wetness and uses it to circle your clit.

“Seems like you could use some help t’me,” he mutters into the crook of your neck. “She’s so wet baby. She wants t’be played with.”

You drape your leg over his in response, opening yourself up to him.

“There ya go baby, let me have it,” he rasps in your ear. You whimper quietly as he rubs slow circles on your clit. He dips his finger into your entrance and marvels at just how wet you are.

“Mmm, yeah she wants it bad darlin’.”

You whine as he removes his hand from your panties and he shushes you.

“I’m gonna take care of my baby girl, don’t worry. I just wanna get you naked first.”

You feel him shuffle behind you and he turns on the lamp on his bedside table. You roll onto your back, squinting and groaning at the sudden brightness.

“Sorry, I just wanna be able to see my beautiful girl,” he says, pressing a sweet kiss to your lips. He pulls the comforter off your body and hooks his fingers in the waistband of your panties, dragging them down your legs. He tosses them aside and you sit up, pulling the shirt over your head as he sheds his boxers.

“God, you’re so fuckin’ pretty,” he compliments as he moves toward you on his knees. You lie back as he settles between your legs. You wrap your legs around his waist and pull him toward you; he collapses on top of you with a chuckle and quick kiss.

“Thought you were too sleepy,” he teases. You pull his head down for a hot, opened mouth kiss.

“Not anymore,” you mumble against his lips. “Want you so fucking bad.”

“Yeah angel? You wanna feel daddy’s cock?”

“Yes…please,” you respond. He settles onto his knees and wraps a hand around his cock. He pushes the tip through your slit, using it to rub your clit. You grip onto his forearm and moan his name as he continues using his cock to rub your clit.

“Fuck it feels good just like this,” he groans. “Might make you cum like this before I fuck you. Pussy’s so fuckin’ slick.”

You don’t protest; the head of his cock on your aching clit feels too fucking good.

“Yes, please daddy don’t stop. It feels so good, been needing you to touch me all day.”

“Aww, you needy little thing,” he coos. “Always so ready for my cock, my good girl.”

You whimper in response, head tipping back as you feel the beginnings of your orgasm approaching.

“You’re gonna cum, aren’tcha baby? I can see it on that beautiful face. Go on, let it go for me so I can stuff that tight hole.”

“Yeah baby, I’m gonna cum. Keep going just like that, I’m so fucking close.”

He slides his cock through your folds once, twice, and then on the third time, you’re coming undone.

“I’m cumming baby, fuck!”

“That’s it darlin’ - fuck baby girl, you’re gettin’ my cock so wet.”

He slaps the head of his cock on your clit as you cum, prolonging your orgasm. Once you’ve come down, he aligns himself with your entrance and pushes in slowly, groaning at the feeling of your tight walls around him.

“Always so tight f’me,” he grunts. “Fuckin’ perfect pussy made just to take my cock.”

He rocks into you slowly at first, burying his face in the crook of your neck to suck on the skin there.

“My pretty, perfect baby girl,” he whispers. “Oh baby, you feel so good.”

“Oh god,” you whimper. You hook your ankles together behind his back, allowing him to push deeper. You drag your nails down his back and he snaps his hips forward in response; he loves the stinging feeling of your nails on his skin when he’s giving you his cock. He’ll have red scratch marks for a day or two, but he loves the reminder of how good he makes his baby feel.

“Do it again,” he hisses, and you oblige. He snaps his hips forward again with a growl.

“H-harder Joel, please,” you beg.

He sits up and hooks his forearms underneath the crooks of your knees and starts pounding into you. The headboard bangs against the wall with the force of his thrusts and you grip the sheets for dear life.

“Yeah baby? Like this? You wanna get fucked like a little whore?”

“Yes daddy, oh my god!” you cry.

“Fuck yeah, take this fuckin’ cock. Such a good fuckin’ girl.”

“Keep going baby, ‘m gonna cum,” you pant.

“Rub that pretty clit for me baby,” he instructs through gritted teeth. “Cum all over daddy’s cock pretty girl.”

You reach between your bodies and rub fast circles on your clit. Coupled with his hard thrusts, the action causes you to tumble over the edge, legs shaking and wild moans escaping your throat.

“Oh my god Joel, ‘m cumming so fucking hard!”

“Oh god yeah, I feel that pussy squeezin’ me,” he moans. He pulls out when you’ve come down and strokes himself slowly.

“Turn over and throw that gorgeous ass in the air for daddy.”

You obey quickly, arching your back and giving him the best view of your ass. He smacks it appreciatively, the sting making you moan. He spreads your cheeks and whistles lowly.

“Mmm, look at that pretty little ass hole.”

He slides his cock back into your pussy and grabs your hips, setting a steady pace.

“One day I’m gonna stuff both of your little holes at the same time,” he promises. The thought makes a fresh surge of arousal course through you.

“Oh, you like the thought of that, do ya little one?” he chuckles, feeling the rush of wetness that came with your arousal.

“Yes daddy,” you whimper. He stuffs the tip of his thumb into your ass hole and you gasp.

“Feel good?” he questions.

“Yes, please leave it there,” you respond.

“So fuckin’ hot baby. Oh fuck, I love you,” he whimpers.

“I love you Joel.”

His thrusts speed up and your head falls into the pillow below you, muffling your sounds. He grips your hair and pulls hard enough to lift your head.

“Keep that head up. I wanna hear how fuckin’ good I’m makin’ you feel.”

“Yes daddy,” you obey. He doesn’t release his grip, however, and with his hand in your hair and his thumb in your ass, you cum hard around him.

“Oh shit, oh shit, I’m cumming daddy!” you wail.

“Yeah baby, that’s my good girl. Daddy loves listening to you cum.”

He fucks you through your orgasm and keeps pounding into you until you’re having another. He spanks you repeatedly while your pussy clenches around him and you babble mindlessly about how good his cock is.

“I know baby, and you take it so well,” he smirks. “Best god damn pussy I’ve ever fucked.”

“Mmm, fuck, I can’t stop cumming,” you moan as a fifth orgasm hits. “Oh god daddy, I’m cumming so good.”

“That’s my fuckin’ girl,” he grits out. “Fuck, I’m gonna unload right in this little pussy. Gonna fill you so full of my cum. My balls are so fuckin’ heavy.”

“Yes daddy, give it to me. Give me your cum.”

His thrusts become sloppy until an animalistic sound tears from his chest. He grips both hips as his balls tighten and ropes of cum fill your pussy.

“Baby girl,” he rasps. “God damn, I’m blowing a fuckin’ load in your pretty pussy.”

You feel some of his cum trickle down your thigh, but he doesn’t stop.

“Fuck baby, it’s already spilling out and I’m not - nnngh - not done yet.”

He finishes with a final thrust and pulls out of you gently. Cum immediately starts dripping from your spent hole and he gets up to grab a towel. He cleans off your thighs and wipes off his dick before finding your panties and helping you into them.

“Keep as much of me in there as you can baby,” he says, patting your clothed pussy. He settles into bed behind you and wraps his arm around your waist.

“Get some sleep my love,” he whispers in your ear. “I still intend to keep my promise about tomorrow.”

[starkeyisthelastname]

It’s Always Been You Chapter One

Okay.. so here is the first chapter of my first series. Things will get more exciting! Hope you loves enjoy! 🥰 Things are a little different in this universe and don’t necessarily follow the exact OBX plot line. Here is the back plot for anyone who missed!

Back Plot

Rafe is a total dick to other girls, you’ve been warned. 😅

Chapter One:

The girl below him, whose name he couldn’t remember, let out a loud moan as he shoved himself inside her entirely. He pressed her head down into the mattress, telling her to shut the fuck up. He closed his eyes, relishing in the feeling of her cunt as he tried to get a quick nut in that night. It had been a long work week, and tonight he needed a distraction from wanting to go out and get wasted. It was when he was mid stroke that his phone rang on the bedside table. He went to ignore it, but eyes glanced over the caller ID to see it read your name.

“Hey slut, listen to me. Don’t make a fuckin sound when I answer this..” Rafe spat, smacking the girl’s ass hard before sliding his thumb across the screen to answer.

You had plans to go out that night with some friends, but now we’re laying in bed with your makeup done, pajamas on as they had changed their minds, leaving you alone on a Saturday night. As you held your phone up to your ear, you heard the voice of your best friend answer after a few rings.

“What’s up?” He asked, hips not slowing down as he continued to thrust into the girl. “Club doesn’t sound too busy?” He laughed, hearing the sound of a tv in the background.

You were completely oblivious to Rafe having company, and if you did know then you would have probably shut yourself down tonight not wanting to think about all the girls he constantly was fucking that weren’t you. It was your own fault really, but he had been your best friend since before you two knew what that even meant. You couldn’t ruin your lifelong friendship by telling him you’d been in love with him since you both were teenagers.

“The girls changed their minds, don’t ask me why either because I don’t even know.” You laughed, as you were sure it had to do with one of them wanting to see their boyfriend instead. “But… can you come over? I’m bored… and can you bring food?” You asked with a soft giggle. It was when you heard a faint moan in the back, that your heart sank. That wasn’t his tv, and you knew it by the name Rafe being followed. “I-I’m sorry.. I didn’t know you were busy. Um.. just text me later.” You said, clearing your throat as the last thing you wanted was for him to hear the sad tone in your voice. It was best you hang up the call and quickly.

Rafe barely had time to respond, before the call ended. His thrusts completely came to a stop, no longer caring about his nut as he tossed his phone on the bedside table and pulled out. “Get your shit and get the fuck out of my house.” He said, voice cold as he grabbed his sweatpants from the floor. He hated himself for doing this. Meaningless hook ups to avoid how he felt about his best friend, and his anger only grew as he would have completely dropped this whiny bitch to go over to your place in a heart beat.

The girl sat on the bed, frown on her face as she watched Rafe pull the grey sweatpants over his toned hips and grabbed his vape off the dresser to take a hit of. “B- but, I didn’t cum.” She said with a pout, only to earn a mean laugh from the man that had been inside her the only moments before.

“I told you to the shut the fuck up when I was on the phone, think I care that you didn’t get to cum? Better be out of here by the time I get out of the bathroom.” Rafe said causally, walking towards his connected bathroom, not carrying that she mumbled asshole under her breath.

He was an asshole, always had been. That stemmed from some deeper issues that he didn’t talk about often. The only ones who knew about his mental health problems were his family and you, something no random girl would ever understand. He sighed, running a hand through his hair before slamming his fist on the marble counter of the sink. Why was he continuing this torture on himself? Why was he such a pussy about telling you how he felt?

You heard the beep of the alarm, signaling someone had unlocked the front door. There was only a few people who knew the code, your parents, Sarah, Wheezie and Rafe. Walking down the stairs of your townhome, you saw his tall figure stepping in quietly, a bag of food in his hand. You took a sigh, stepping onto the hardwood floor as you looked at him. You wanted to be mad at him, but you couldn’t. There was no reason to be. Right? He was just doing what Rafe Cameron did.

“What are you doing here? I thought you had your little girlfriend over.” You asked, trying to hide the obvious jealousy in your voice. Your fuzzy slippers glided over to where he stood, taking the food sack from him and turning around to head into the living room. You heard him chuckle behind you, but didn’t look back as you plopped yourself onto the couch.

“Not my fucking girlfriend.” Rafe snorted, throwing his keys on the coffee table. “You know I don’t do serious shit.” He said, collapsing down next to you as you pulled the food out from the bag. He didn’t do committed relationships as he was far too busy working at his father’s company, trying his best to become the man he needed to be. In an out of jail, high off blow and after nearly killing someone, he was trying to do right for the people he loved and more importantly himself. The only committed relationship he was willing to be in was with you, that was if he ever manned up enough to tell you.

As you unwrapped your food, you couldn’t help but feel your heart clench at that statement. For as long as you’d known Rafe he’d never dated anyone longer than a month. He was too selfish to be tied down and after everything he had went through during his coke fiend, you knew his focus was work and trying to stay clean. You just wondered if he would ever want anything serious when it came to you.

“And you really thought that bitch was important enough for me to skip coming to hang out with my best friend?” He asked, stealing a fry as he leaned back against the cushion.

Best friend.. and that’s all you would probably would ever be to him. You brushed the thought away, slapping his hand away as he started to reach for another fry. “Why didn’t you just get something if you planned on stealing my food?” You asked with a laugh as he pretended to look hurt that you slapped his hand.

Rafe always seemed to have a stick up his ass for the most part, a brooding look constantly on his handsome face. You knew it was hard for Rafe to let down the wall of being vulnerable, or even his funnier side. You felt lucky that you got to see the side of him that not a lot of people got to experience.

“I just wanted a couple, damn. It’s the least I can get for waiting in that long ass line for some damn chicken strips.” He scoffed, muttering about how the worker was an asshole anyway.

You rolled your eyes, taking a bite of one as he pulled his vape from the pocket of his hoodie to take a hit off. “Please tell me you aren’t gonna complain this much on family vacation.” You said, jokingly, meeting his blue eyes you loved so much as you looked up at him.

Blowing out the cloud of flavorful smoke, he rolled his own eyes before leaning his head back against the couch. “Don’t fucking remind me, that my dad picked fucking Disney World of all places.” He said with a grumble, shuddering at the idea of all the kids he was going to have to be around for 7 days.

It had been a tradition every summer for as long as you could remember that both of your families took a trip together. The first one of this year being Disney World, which you were excited for. Rafe on the other hand would rather go anywhere else than the happiest place on earth.

“Wheezie’s been begging to go for years and we’ve always gone elsewhere. Let your sister be happy.” You said, knowing the thirteen year old hardly got to choose anything that she wanted to do as she was the youngest out of everyone.

“She’s 13. Don’t you think she’s a little old for Mickey Mouse or some bullshit.” Rafe said, eyes traveling back to you. The way you looked so effortlessly beautiful, having washed your face free of makeup. Your hair on top of your head in a messy bun, and cute little set pink pajama set on that hugged those gorgeous curves. He wanted to groan, not only from the thought of leaving for Orlando in a few days but also that he wanted you more than anything he ever wanted in his life. Rafe pretty much got whatever his heart desired, except having you as his girl.

“You are never too old for Disney.” You told him, matter of factly as you continued to eat, completely clueless to the fact his cerulean eyes were bored into you as he watched you.

Rafe let out a small chuckle, shaking his head at the fact you and everyone else seemed to be thrilled about visiting a place he didn’t find so magical. “Are you that excited princess?” He asked, the nickname one you were used to but still felt butterflies when he said it.

Swallowing a bite, you looked up at him to meet his gaze with a nod to your head. Disney was the place where dreams came true and maybe there you would finally have the courage to tell your best friend that you were in love with him.

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[vinamari]

LANKY: 10:49 P.M — Touya Todoroki

A/N: I 100% THINK HE’S JUST LANKY & LEAN, also please let me know if you guys would like this to be like mini series of different scenarios that you guys would like to request or any form of elaboration on certain parts of the text or plot in general!! I would like to include that the reader has a water quirk which can be manipulated into ice or for healing.

Warning(s): fluff/angst ☁️ , Suggestive?, Post-War and after recovery (few years later), “friends”

SYNOPSIS: Staying the night over at the Todoroki estate for Touya, where you notice just how lanky & lean he is and maybe more.

Glancing at the clock it was currently 10:49 P.M and Touya was taking a while to come out the shower . He’d been in the bathroom for almost twenty minutes now. Letting out a sigh you call out to him from the bedroom, “Touya! Did you drown?!”

The sound of water stopping was heard as he emerged into the living room, rubbing his wet hair with a towel before putting on a pair of black sweatpants and a white t-shirt. He looked like a wet cat. Looking at him, you question him, “Did Natsuo give you a swirly, what happened?”, you tried not to snicker as he deadpanned at what you had just said, “Maybe looking like I came out the oven wasn’t my worst option”, he responded back unamused.

Shaking his head at your dumb comment and going into the kitchen to make himself some Soba. His eyes were still purple from beneath, but he wasn’t crying blood anymore, thankfully. Looking at him as he sauntered around the kitchen, you notice how his frame wasn’t particularly buff to say the least however he was both lanky and lean. Not saying that he didn’t look attractive, he was most definitely attractive and the way he looks now and for however long you’ve known him is just again..very attractive.

“At least wash the dishes”, seeing as he left the kitchen.

“I did, but you were too busy looking at me to notice”, seeing how your gaze had been on his overall being the entire time. Giving him a blank look, “You wish”. You went back to scrolling through instagram. “I understand”, he replied. “I’m simply to hard to ignore”, pushing his snow liked hair back as he expressed his very charismatic-self. ‘Charismatic my ass’, rolling your eyes at his actions.

After a few minutes of silence you decided to ask about his day and how his rehabilitation classes went, which was more than he usually gave you, even though he normally answered you with lots of questions that you answered. “So, what do you think of that guy, Fuyumi told me about?”, you inquired. Touya didn’t have much of an interest in what you and his sister talked about, but you both talked a lot so he was more or less obligated to listen to you two talk. And when he listened well enough then he would respond back.

“Not your type, he’s to bland and doesn’t have any humor”, Touya mumbled as he sorted through a series of movies to watch. It was true though, he didn’t think the guy was interesting enough to keep you hooked, so he just wasn’t worth your time. Plus he had never really liked that guy anyways. “What was your first impression of him, anyway?”, he questioned you as he bore his eyes into the tv. “You don’t usually care to be interested in anyone”.

Snorting, thinking back to the first impression you had gotten from the guy, “Total nut job..honestly he might be your soulmate” you said trying not to laugh as you glanced at him from the side. “I’m going to end up in Tartarus if you keep it up”, watching as a tic formed on the side of his head. “And I won’t even put up with the pain of it…”, you continued teasing him with your words knowing full well that he was a little shit.

Looking at the tv after Touya had finally picked a movie to watch you decide to lay down next to him. You eyes were feeling heavy after the first 30 minutes of the movie, you honestly just wanted to wrap your arms around Touya’s waist and simply knock out. But he wasn’t exactly the biggest fan of physical contact despite being severely touched starved, so wrapping your arms around him sounded like a bad idea. Closing your eyes you let out a yawn, head swaying slightly side to side before it ends up on to Touya’s marred purplish shoulder.

He released a heavy sigh as he carefully adjusted you in order to continue watching the movie. Suddenly he felt an arm wrap around his torso, trying to pull him closer. “What a weirdo”, he snickered, his white tufts tickling his neck. It was so easy to just hold him and not let him go, his arms and hand were perfectly grabable, his body which was despite being burnt was awfully nice to lean on. His body radiated such comforting heat as the result of his quirk.

You were most likely going to be in deep sleep for a while and the movie had been completely disregarded as you were practically preventing him from being able to watch. At points like this he let you do whatever you wanted, however he just hadn’t expected you to be intertwining your legs with his and hugging him as you slept.

Everything felt hot, especially with you tugging on his shirt so much that your hands were touching his bare torso. He didn’t understand why you had looked at him as if he had been so perfect, especially not when his body is burnt from the use of his quirk. His skin was rugged, nothing soft but rather rough to touch…but here you were sliding your arms beneath his shirt trying to pull him close as inhumanely as possible.

You liked how lanky he was, it made him seem smaller despite his height. To you everything looked good about him, his arms, his body, his personality. Him.

It was more than him being lanky or lean. It was just him.

The clock now read 12:00 A.M.

[hopeluna]

For the Cupid!! 14 with mammon 18+ fem reader please!!!

𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 ⋆ ۪ — Valentine's day event ˎˊ˗

Prompt 14: “i think i deserve a kiss.”

CW: mammon x fem!reader, 18+ mdni!!, gonna be honest this is just porn with little plot, jealous mammon, sex (p in v), oral (f receiving), some mild biting cause its hot shush, overstimulation (m receiving), very slight exhibitionism (Lucifer hears ya'll going at it), also some fluff too <3

Wc: 1.3k

⁀➷ cupid: I hope u like your match!

This was definitely going to go on Mammon's list of worst valentine's days.

But let's rewind a little bit.

Mammon had spent the past few weeks trying to come up with the most perfect plan for the entirety of valentine's day for you. He had even worked his ass off tirelessly for the previous months. First, he was going to take you to breakfast at your favourite cafe; then he was going to whip up the tickets to the fair you had always wanted to go to; buy you gifts with his own hard work earned money. Later, he was going to lead you to the fancy restaurant that just opened a month before, and show you his handmade gifts.

Mammon had every little detail planned out to make this day memorable for you.

The day was going as planned at first. You seemed like you had a good time getting breakfast in the cafe, and the content smile on your face made way for a beaming grin on his. A grin that only stretched more at your excited face when he showed you the fair tickets. Mammon was sure his heart was melting at the way you hugged him, ecstatic.

It was at the fair that things started to go downhill. As much as he loved his brothers, he wished that they would disappear from Devildom for this one day.

You bumped into Beel at the fair, his arms carrying a mountain of food items. He looked so excited to see you and practically dragged you both off with him to try out all the food stalls. Mammon had to pinch himself to keep from whining out in frustration.

Beel was not going to leave the fair anytime soon, that much was clear. So when Mammon made a stuttering excuse and lead you out of there, he thought that would be the end of it. No two minutes later, you ran into Asmo.

He managed to keep you busy for about half an hour with declarations of love until Mammon and you made a run for it as soon as Asmo had his back turned to both of you.

Then it was Satan, trying to pursue you to go to a cat cafe with him; when you finally got home, there was Levi with a gleam in his eyes asking you to play a valentine's day themed game he had just gotten.

You could tell Mammon was worked up when he ignored his brother and swiftly dragged you by the hand to your room, shutting the door with a thud, his back to you.

"Mamm-", you're startled at first, soon melting into the fierce kiss Mammon pulls you in. Its not the usual loving, almost shy kiss Mammon gives you; this one is all tongue and teeth, a gasp escaping you when he bites down hard on your lower lip before swiping his tongue over it. It's a harsh kiss, laced with envy and is possessive. You can't help the moan that escapes you, already feeling heat spread in your body.

"Everybody- ", he backs you towards the bed, "- fucking thinks- ", Mammon nips at your jaw, laying you spread on the bed "- that they can have you." you whimper at the harsh way he trails bites and kisses down your neck. "They can't- you're mine."

You grasp at his arms, one knee hooked around his hip. You flip him, switching positions before straddling his lap. "I'm yours." you smirk at the moan he lets out when you grind on the bulge straining through his pants.

Mammon's hands fall on your hips, ceasing their movements. You're confusion melts away when he gently motions your hips up his body, past his stomach, his chest- settling you hovering right above his mouth.

"Want you- want you soak my face", you feel a hot flush creep up the back of your neck, hips moving on their own in search of friction. You both let out a moan in unison when Mammon pulls aside your underwear, swiping his tongue over the length of your cunt.

His moans soon become muffled as he grasps your hips, eating you out like his very life depended on it.

Your eyes threaten to flutter shut in pleasure when you look down at Mammon. You can see the slick drenching his cheek and chin. His tongue alternating between sucking on your little bundle of nerves and dipping into your clenching wet hole. The sight has your mind reeling, hips grinding harder against his tongue chasing release.

Mammon's muffled moans only spur you on. He seems like he's enjoying this more than you are.

You reach your breaking point when he gives you a particular harsh, lewd suck- eyes flitting down only to see him already staring up at you with lust gleaming in his eyes.

Mammon keeps licking at your cunt even after, only relenting with a whine when you move away to straddle his lap once again. Mammon sits up, back resting on the headboard. Your head swims in desire watching him lick away at your slick on his chin, letting out a breathy moan as if it's the most delectable dessert.

The lust in his eyes gets replaced by something playful for a second. He sends a pout your way, lips jutting out, shining with saliva.

"I think I deserve a kiss, with the day that i've had!"

You laugh at the dramatic way his head rolls back to rest on the headboard, face stricken with fake grief. You decide to indulge him for once without any teasing.

"You know what? I think you do." Mammon's head snaps up, face lit. He pulls you into a kiss, a sweet one this time, laced with adoration, some lewdness seeping in at the way you can taste yourself a little bit on his tongue.

Mammon swallows your moan greedily when he moves his hips beneath you, your head falls limply at the crook of his neck, still sensitive from your last orgasm. You huff in amusement when Mammon hastily pulls away his and your clothes, melting into him with a content sigh at the skin to skin contact.

"Lift your hips up for me, baby"

You moan lightly, the head of his hard cock catching at your entrance, making the wettest squelch sound when you move your hips down and down and down, till you're fully seated, hips flush.

You take a moment before moving, savouring the delicious burn of his cock stretching you out. Desperate moans and curses spill from Mammon's kiss-swollen lips when you start to move your hips, grinding and bouncing erratically. The pleasure too much for you to bear.

Mammon leans in, burying his face in your neck. You think its innocent until you feel a sharp sting that only seems to spur you on even more, bouncing up and down harshly on his cock.

The sound of skin slapping and wet squelches seemed to echo in the room and your mind. What tips Mammon over the edge is when he looks down at where your cunt is swallowing him greedily, a ring of white coating the base of his cock.

You follow right behind him, relishing in the feel of his cum spurting in you-

The sound of knocking on wood intertwines with the quiet laboured breaths in the room.

Lucifer's voice rings out, calling your name. Mammon's lips pull down into a frown at the thought of getting interrupted again. Your own lips pull up into a smirk as a idea crosses your mind.

Mammon lets out a choked noise when you grind your hips against his, a noise loud enough to fill the silence of the room. Loud enough to go through the door. And if that wasn't enough, more moans spill out from Mammon when you begin to bounce on his lap, the noise echoing.

Mammon calls out your name laced in a whimper, "shit- i can't- "

You huff a chuckle when you hear the retreating footsteps outside the door a moment later.

You hear Mammon mumble under his breath, almost not catching what he says-

"Happy fucking valentine's day to me-" you cut him off with another roll of your hips.

© hopeluna. Do not copy, translate, modify or repost any of my work in this or any other site. Do not steal or modify my ideas/concepts either.

[angelwings-crossbowstrings]

I Light the Match to Taste the Heat

Pairing: Scud x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Recreational drug use; poorly written smut

Summary: There’s really no plot. Just smut.

A/N: My writing has gone downhill but here is some Scud smut.

You took another toke, holding the joint between your thumb and forefinger while watching with an amused interest. Your bare legs bracketed your boyfriend’s hips, his baggy jeans sitting low and revealing the waistband of his boxers beneath. Scud’s shirt was off, his scars on display but you paid no mind to those—never really had—because the entertainment was further north where he stared intently at the length of soft shibari rope he had knotted into a ghastly mess before it had even touched your skin.

You nearly choked on your exhale.

Baby blues flitted over to where you lay naked below him and then back to the rope, the latter tossed over his shoulder with a shrug. “File that in the later folder.” He dropped forward, catching himself on his hands—arms extended—on either side of your head.

Turning your hand, you placed the joint between his lips and held it there as the paper lit up with his deep inhale. “Can turn a slinky into a bomb but can’t seem to properly tie up his girlfriend.” You clicked your tongue and shook your head, the smoke billowing from his nose and mouth to form a cloud between your faces. “You may have lost your man card.”

“Is that right?” He smirked, plucking the joint from your grasp to hit it again and put it in the ashtray.

“Hey, I wasn’t finished—!” You protested, the last word shaping into a low moan when Scud ground his pelvis against your core, his erection prominent.

“I’ll make sure you're finished, baby.” He cooed, pupils blown and sclera tinted red. When he began to close the distance—attempting to lower to his elbows—his hand slipped and your foreheads met roughly with a dull thud.

Face contorted in discomfort, you pressed the heel of your hand to the tender area. “Dumbass.” Even while pained, you laughed at his incredulous expression, as if something just so Scud was beyond his comprehension.

“Does that count as foreplay?” His grin was lopsided at best while your hands worked at his jeans, opening them and shoving them—and his boxers—down over his ass, grabbing his buttocks as you hooked your legs over his hips.

“It does if you fuck me right now.” He wasted no time. While feeling him begin to stretch you open, your walls clenching and releasing around the intrusion, you pressed your head into the mattress and dug your nails into his skin. “Oh, fuck, Josh!”

He chuckled, the noise muted against your skin as he sucked at your collar bone. “Just gettin’ started, baby.” He thrust the remaining couple of inches in roughly, shunting you straight up toward the headboard. “Always so fucking tight.”

The pace he set was delectably perfect, his tip hitting that spot inside of you in a rhythm that had your toes already curling and your mouth hanging up with a string of ah ah ah’s that were for his ears only but likely picked up by the keen senses of the resident daywalker.

“Damn, you’re hot like this.” Scud praised breathlessly, clumsy hand palming at your breast. “I mean, you’re hot all the time, but—”

“Shut up.” Your demand was immediately followed up with your hands in his hair, yanking him down until your mouths clashed in the most sloppy—yet perfect—kiss. Squeezing his hips with your thighs, you broke free of his lips with a deep inhale while simultaneously rolling him onto his back. Sitting up, you ground your hips at a brutal pace, chasing your high.

“Shit, baby. Slow down before you break—”

“I thought I told you to shut up.” You smirked at him. Hand leaving your hip, he made a zipping motion across his mouth and redirected both hands to your breasts. “Oh, no no. I want you to shut up, not be quiet.” Clenching your muscles around his cock drew out a guttural sound from the man below you, his hands squeezing at your chest.

That was enough to ignite the flame in your belly, to feel that knot pulling taut. Scud was panting below you, face contorted with pleasure. The twitch of his cock as it moved inside you was telling: he was close. Your thighs were burning, your stomach muscles straining but the payoff would be sublime.

“Cum with me, baby. I want you to cum.” You threw back your head, your hands coming to rest on top of his on your breasts. “I’m close.”

“Don’t stop.” Scud pleaded, his hips rising to meet yours with each bounce. “Fuck, m’gonna—”

“Oh. Oh, Josh!” Your orgasm was sudden but no less powerful, consuming you as if you’d been set aflame. You could hear your boyfriend groaning, feel his warmth spilling into you, your inner walls spasming and pulling him impossibly deeper.

The last dregs of your climax were dimming, the world coming back into focus. At some point you had collapsed onto Scud’s chest. His heart galloped below your cheek while his hand glided up and down your back.

“Goddamn, girl. You’re gonna be the death of me.” The warmth of his palm disappeared and the click of a lighter followed. The smell of marajuana wafted into your nostrils, enticing you to giggle and anticipate your turn for a toke.

“Definitely if you don’t learn to be quiet.” You balanced on your elbow beside him, accepting the joint with a waiting hand. Inhaling deeply, you opened your mouth to continue when a deep voice sounded from somewhere outside the door.

“You both need to learn to be quiet!”

Snorting, smoke flowing from your nose, you joined Scud in a quiet burst of shameless laughter before you spoke in unison:

“Sorry, B!”

[azdoine]

stolen planets

this is a minor point of order, mostly unrelated to the stuff about the River that I'm trying to get to later, but it's an idea I've never seen anyone post about in their consideration of John's empire and agenda.

early on in AYU, while dwelling on her miserable slog through convalescence, Judith mentions overhearing an inscrutable bit of BOE slang:

The stomach pouch was removed on a previous excursion to what they said was an abandoned “steal planet.” I understand that they use the word “steal” for what we would term “shepherd.”

I say slang because why else would you use the present tense verb in place of a past-tense adjective here, if not as colloquialism? however, this slang appears nowhere in NTN, where we spend great chunks of time airing out BOE vernacular.

Reading between the lines a bit, we can easily guess what the BOE troops meant by "steal", because they spend the rest of the short story trying to get Judith connected to one:

The ship was a Gorgon-class vehicle... it was the last time they had tried to design a light craft that still had room for a stele. Blood of Eden must have captured or stolen one intact.

However, this is still an unusual way of speaking; we've never exactly heard of a "stele planet" before, and we know BOE had to get their stele from Mercymorn, as opposed to finding one in the corpse of a flipped planet.

Looking for 'plot holes' and errors in the continuity of a magic system is rarely productive, but if we comb back over HTN, AYU, and NTN, there appear to be some interesting inconsistencies in the presentation of stelae.

In HTN, John describes stele travel as vaguely dependent on obelisk infrastructure, forcing his Lyctors (who can travel freely) to lay down more of them - the reader is encouraged to that stelae are warp drives, and that obelisks define the regions a stele can transit between.

God said, “We came up with the stele instead, and the obelisk, which are less to do with travel than they are to do with transmission. But there will be times in your future when you will have to move unfettered by needing an obelisk, and even times yet to come when you will fulfil the sacred Lyctoral duty of setting obelisks...”

“Where we are going there are no obelisks for a stele to hook on to,” said the Emperor.

Certain asides in AYU and NTN double down on this interpretation, making references to "obelisk anchors", and establishing the need to locate an anchor at one's intended destination before embarking on stele travel:

Someone else said more clearly, How will we know where the anchor is? And the voice said, I’ve given you the blasted co-ordinates, haven’t I? It won’t be in the ship’s stellar registry, so you’ll have to do the input work yourself. And you must follow the route I’ve given you afterward.

“The Ziz isn’t Cohort standard. And it’s not as big on the inside as you think. Look at the windows—see how there’re none on the back end? It’s mostly engine. Not plated either. It’ll get to sublume without many problems … but it definitely doesn’t have room for a stele. Camilla is right. It can’t travel by obelisk anchor.”

However, AYU makes it clear that a stele also has a role to play as an anchor:

Under this duress I told them I understood how the stele worked but had no ability to use it myself... I said one necromancer alone would not be able to use it as an anchor and that it needed to be energised on a thanergenic planet, so it would never be of any use to them.

NTN even seems to flip-flop around, with people locating a stele to anchor onto, and using obelisks like an array of engines rather than to define one end in a point-to-point transition.

"The Warden convinced the Oversight Body, convinced the Sixth House to come with us. We showed them the secret of the installation. We helped them find a stele that would anchor such a big thanergy transition … which means, we helped them move."

"How’d you get it through a stele? With the weight of that thing, you’d never survive River displacement.” “Five hundred and thirty-two obelisks,” said Camilla.

Here's my tinfoil hat for you: if a stele and an obelisk both have similar roles to play in FTL travel - as suggested by their both being named after words for monuments - then the obelisk should have a similar necromantic nature. They may both be similar names for the same thing, or two different versions of the same thing, at least.

If nothing else, given that they're clearly both "anchors" rooted in Fifth House spirit magic, obelisks and stelae must have similar demands for upkeep and maintenance. And how can a Lyctor possibly set up such an obelisk out in space?

We know that each anchor relies on great quantities of freshly oxygenated and thanergy-enriched blood - that is, each anchor is sustained by a thanergenic fluid still flush with thalergy, per Pyrrha's comments to the effect that blood wards are more thalergy-rich than bone wards. Such anchors also have to be charged with power from thanergy-rich planets.

Mercymorn was able to produce an automatic oxygenation unit via the use of flesh magic, but blood cells need external organs to stay alive. For purposes of sustaining a very large anchor with life and death, a simpler option might be to make your runes with very wide chisel cuts or specially treated surfaces, so that they can't be blotted out by debris, and then leave them in a liquid ecosystem. Place them at the bottom of a water basin teeming with microorganisms, and then allow the micro-ecology to start dying off in the same thanergenic background radiation that you're using to charge up the anchor monument.

For example, by carving into the seabed under the salt-water ocean of a dying planet - a stele planet.

[quokkaholic]

The Triangle From Hell h.j pt. 1

Synopsis: Your long term fwb hits you up for the first time in a while and shares some jarring news. Inspired by: Yakuza Fiancé ep 3 by the same title

Warnings/tags: MDNI, smut with a sprinkle of plot, fem/afab reader, Oral(both), FWB, talk of delinquency and cheating (thought this went without saying but cheating is BAD but this is a work of ✨fiction✨), not great ppl, alcohol consumption, cussing

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You’ve known Jisung since middle school and have been hooking up since High School; that was years ago now. You ran in the same circles due to being not the best kids, to put it lightly. Skipping class, smoking, sex, drinking, all very classic dirtbag teen behaviors. You two just clicked after being introduced by some mutual mates and have been steady friends with on and off benefits for quite some time. Pausing that aspect when you’d find yourselves in relationships…usually. That being said, it had actually been a while since you’ve heard him. That was, until today.

“Hey y/n-innie <3”

Is the text you receive from Han in the middle of a random Saturday. While reading the message preview in the Lock Screen, another ding sounds, then another,

“I’ve been thinking about you a lot…”

“Are you free?” Finally a pause for you to respond,

“Yeah. Right now, but I’m going to a show with some friends later,” an instant later he messages,

“Why wasn’t I invited?”

“I’ll be there in 10!”

Only ten minutes? Jisung must be calling a car instead of taking the train. He really is desperate.

“The door is open,” is all you text back, lounging on the couch in a big tee, munching on snacks while catching up on some shows. After a brief moment of consideration, you realize there’s no real reason to change clothes before he shows up. Just going to take them off when Han arrives anyway; you resume your binge session. Unfortunately before the episode ends the door to the apartment swings open, shoved by Han and harshly bouncing against the doorstop. With so much urgency to get to you, he didn’t even think to restrain his excitement and associated force.

There he is. He wears simple grey sweats and zip up jacket with the hood pulled up over his bucket hat that he somehow manages to still make look cool. You’ve known him for so long, but, it seems he gets impossibly sexier every time you lay eyes on him. Even in such a simple outfit, one look at him gets your heart pumping harder. He slips out of his shoes and kicks them to the side before firmly grasping your wrist to pull you from the sofa and lead you back to your own bedroom.

Reaching the room, Han releases his grip and immediately plops down on the edge of your bed, removes his hat and ruffles his thick hair before leaning back onto his hands to allow his gaze to roam all over you. A habit that used to make you embarrassed, but now, you relish the feeling of Jisung eyeing you. He's already imagining what he wants to do to you.

“You always look so damn good y/n,” he half groans, letting his head fall to the side. After wandering over to meet him, you straddle his legs and slot yourself in his lap resting on the edge of the bed. He expertly catches your lips in a hungry kiss, his hands find themselves on your ass squeezing and kneading further conveying his need for you. The talented hands travel up your sides as he begins his attack on your neck and shoulder. He always leaves you at least one little mark when you sleep together.

Ji removes his hands to cup your breasts from outside of your shirt and bring them to his mouth. He showers them with kisses all over before ever touching your sensitive buds. Han’s eyes look up into yours right before he envelopes one of your nipples in his mouth causing you to gasp. He teases it lightly with his tongue being conscious of not getting your shirt too damp. When he feels your hips start to move against his, he knows you're ready for him, but while he is eager for his own release, he has bigger plans. Han slowly falls all the way back on the bed and places his hands on the backs of your thighs, guiding them up to set on either side of his head, framing his beautiful face. Before settling onto his lips, you remove one leg from your panties. Getting a bit impatient, Jisung reaches up to grab you at the waist and pull you down onto his tongue.

Both of you moan at the same time as he finally gets a taste of you; his mouth is unmatched, and you taste better than he dreamed. He flattens his tongue and licks long strips up your folds before turning to give your thighs a few wet kisses followed by a bite that is just hard enough to send a little shock of pain before kissing the indentions his teeth left behind. He returns his attention to your cunt with gentle short licks. He can't help but take his time making you squirm above him. Tired of the torment, you grab a handful of dark hair and try to hold him still over your clit. Jisung loves to tease, but he also takes direction so well. He transitions from soft and quick licks to sucking the bud into his mouth. Keeping you warm and soaked as he glides his skillful tongue over it.

There is no holding back now. From the erotic sounds of Han devouring you to the little satisfied noises coming from him as he has front row seat to you coming undone. You feel your release building inside your stomach. Deciding to help Han and yourself, you rock a bit on him, his smile and groan against your pussy is what sends you hurling over the edge of pleasure. It is so powerful you have to lean forward on all fours above him. He sees the opportunity and takes it, flipping you onto your back, but he remains between your legs softly licking up the mess he made guiding you down from your high. 

“Ji, you’re always so good for me. It’s been so long; you seeing someone or something?” You question half joking, head still dizzy from the prolonged pleasure Han is drawing from you. As soon as the question passes your lips, Han’s head excitedly shoots up to look at you from between your thighs.

“There is someone actually! This last time I was overseas, I realized I am really into her!” He confesses with a massive grin, like he was just dying to share. 

“Jisung! Why are you talking about other women when you're in bed with me?” You ask as you use your feet on his chest to push him back onto his knees. 

“Who is she? Do I know her?” your questioning persists.

“I don’t know,” Jisung says as he shrugs, suddenly acting shy.

“Bullshit! You’re not serious with her though, right?"

“Yeah we aren’t serious, don't worry.” He says defending his actions. 

“Now can we please…” he doesn’t finish the question but looks down at the tent in the front of his pants.

“No Han, we can’t! If you have feelings for a woman, you shouldn’t be fucking someone else!” you scold him admittedly disappointed that you can’t have your way with him.

“We don’t do that shit anymore,” you remind him. 

“Ughh, fine! I’ll call her later and figure it out. Just suck on it at least; you gotta help me out!” He bargains.

“Promise?” You ask, Ji learned over the years not to break his promises to you.

“Yes! Yes, I promise y/n. Just please…please make me feel good,” he pleads.

His begging for your mouth sends a wave of euphoria through you. You can’t deny him and crawl off the bed pulling a pillow with you for your knees. Han excitedly scoots back to the edge of the bed and tugs down his bottoms. No underwear. Whore. You mentally comment, causing a breathy giggle to escape. On your knees you’re eye level with cock twitching in his lap. You understand why he was so desperate; it's so hard it almost looks painful standing up against his stomach, the familiar lean you love to mock him about but secretly think is so cute. When you grab him at the base, he lets out the slightest whimper you wouldn’t even hear if you didn’t know to listen for it. Similar to how he started on you, you lick from the top of your hand to his tip looking up at him when you reach it only to find Han with his lips pressed together and eyes scrunched shut. With this new revelation about his romantic interests, you are not in the mood to worship him till he loses his mind, and decide to get right to work. Taking as much of him as you can into your mouth to spread the wetness along his length causing Ji to release almost a growl from his throat. 

“Fuck, I’m not gonna last y/nn” he whispers trying to avoid getting too loud too soon, and he doesn’t. His desperation mixed with your skill at knowing exactly what he needs has him curling his toes and mumbling out your name mixed with curses in minutes. You did not take your time as you found a rhythm pumping what you can of him into your mouth and working the rest with your hand. His profanity ceases for a moment and you feel Jisung move his hand toward your head. You brace yourself for him to fist your hair, but instead feel a light tap on your head, a signal he has always used to let you know what was about to happen, pleasure so intense, he can't find his words. Instead of taking his hand back, Han shakily runs his fingers through the hair on the side of your head before dragging them down to rest on your neck with his thumb on your cheek prompting you to once again glance up into his eyes.

“You’re so pretty,” Han whines as his eyes roll back followed by his head, stealing his hand back to steady himself as he leans back and lets the orgasm rack through him. He remains there for a while to let the lustful fog clear, but you are already rising off the floor and replacing the pillow on the bed before finding a new pair of panties and removing your shirt to start getting ready for your evening with the girls.

“You kicking me out already?” Ji asks, still hazy eyed and sweats still around his ankles. 

“Yep! I told you I was busy tonight, so get out. Plus, I don’t cuddle with boys in relationships” you inform him.

“I’m not taken, and what we just did was way worse than cuddling, baby;” he jokes back. Just like that, your sassy longest friend returns. He rolls up to sit. Once re-dressed, he comes over to you and opens his arms for a hug, but you feign coldness and turn away, but doesn’t deter Han. He wraps his arms around your waist from behind and plants a chaste kiss to your cheek.

“Text me when you make it home safe tonight, okay?” He requests. Always so caring, despite being a real shithead sometimes. 

“Yeah,” is all you say in response trying to remain focused on picking out your outfit, you can’t exactly put your finger on it, but saying bye hurts a little more this time than it usually does. He releases his hold on you and sees himself out quietly.

The sting of feeling used by Ji quickly subsides with a good playlist and a pregame drink or two to sip on as you do your makeup. Nothing heals the soul quite like live music and a night out with your friends.

The music was a loud and the drinks were strong helping you completely forget the pain of once again losing Han to someone else. The night was fun but long and by the time your ride drops you off at home after the concert and subsequent bars, you’re beginning to sober up as it’s already the early hours of the next morning. You have enough sense to remove your makeup and change out of your grungy outfit. Laying in bed, you send a text in your group chat that you are home safe first and then a separate one to Jisung before closing your eyes to finally sleep. Just as you being to drift off, your phone rings.

Pt. 2

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A.n- This is the first fic I wrote like half a year ago. I spruced it up and may be writing a part two...

-mo

Masterlist

[punksyeet]

- Mama To Be ❥

Plot: While expecting their first daughter, Gianna (OC) and her boyfriend Josh are going through all the emotions. Specifically Josh, who’s a nervous wreck and trying to protect his girls 24/7.

Warning: Hefty flirting & mature language!

My eyes flutter open as I wake up to an uncomfortable feeling in my lower stomach.

I look down and see my belly button area slightly moving, signaling that baby girl is awake and kicking.

I look over at the clock on my nightstand - 3:04am.

Motherhood is not for the weak!

I shake my head and smile softly, gently rubbing my belly.

I lay back on my pillows and look over to my left, my eyes met with my favorite sight: my beautiful man peacefully sleeping, his muscular and tattooed chest rising and falling, alongside light snores pouring from his parted lips.

It brings me so much joy to see him at peace, especially since he's gone through hell and back for this baby already.

Josh has been a very protective father so far.

He feels the need to be by my side 24/7, helping me with everything.

Even if it means staying up all night, he wants both me and our baby to be protected at all times.

I gently kiss his lower lip and lay back down, deciding to scroll on my phone for a bit.

About 15 minutes later, my stomach starts to rumble.

Not me being hungry at 4am! 🥲

I gently wiggle out of his arms, doing my very best not to wake him.

If he finds out that I'm leaving the room - or even the bed - without him, he'll throw a fit.

I swing my legs off the bed, step into my slippers, and quietly shuffle out of the room to the kitchen.

After a little while of seeing what we have, I settle for my current favorite craving: ice cream.

I take out one of the many containers of "Half Baked" from Ben & Jerry's that Josh got me yesterday, grab a spoon, take a seat on the counter, and dig in.

The flavor of the cookie dough and brownies mixed with the vanilla ice cream satisfy me immediately.

** Josh's POV **

Half asleep, I roll over to cuddle my lady some more.

When I feel an empty space and only bed sheets, I sit up immediately.

Where the hell is my girl?

"Baby?" I call, hoping she's just in the bathroom and that I'm overreacting.

When I get no response, panic starts to set in.

What if she's hurt?

What if she fell?

What if something happened to our baby?

Fuck!

I quickly hop out of bed and search all over the room.

From the closet, to the bathroom, to even under the bed - she's nowhere to be found.

I throw on some sweatpants and a hoodie, and race downstairs to grab my keys from the key hook near the front door.

I need to find my lady. And fast.

Just when I'm about to unlock the front door, I hear a familiar voice call from the kitchen.

"Baby?" Gianna calls from, what sounds like, the kitchen.

I instantly spin around and, when I see her, I fall to my knees in relief.

"Gianna," I say breathlessly. "Thank God."

She walks over to me and places a comforting hand on my back. "Baby what's wrong? Where are you going?"

I look up at her. "I couldn't find you and I panicked. Babe, it's 3:30 in the morning. Whatchu even doing up at this time?"

She takes a deep breath before responding. "I had a craving. And I didn't wanna wake you after all the stress you've been under lately."

She rubs her belly when saying that last part.

I hang my head, still trying to watch my breath, before standing up.

"Baby," I say, looking down at her and cupping her face. "I don't give a fuck if I'm up for two days straight and finally getting some rest. You need to tell me when you plan on going anywhere. So I can be with you."

She bites her lip and looks me in the eyes before responding. "Joshua, I'm pregnant. Not crippled."

"What?" I ask, tilting my head.

Where is this coming from?

Since when is me looking out for her an issue?

"Ever since I showed you that the test came back positive," she begins, tears starting to form in her eyes. "You've been super overprotective. And don't get me wrong, I love you for caring about me. For caring about our baby. And I know it's gonna pay off when he or she comes. But I need some freedom before I explode."

** Gianna's POV **

After finally telling Josh how I've been feeling, he just sits there with an unreadable expression on his face.

Is he mad?

Is he offended?

Fuck!

Why would I do this?

How could I do this?

After a long silence, I finally decide to speak up again and break it. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that."

As tears begin to roll down my face, I look down.

I hear Josh take a deep breath before gently lifting my face up by my chin.

"You don't need to be sorry," he reassures under his breath. "Because you're right."

My face goes from regretful to confused. "I am?"

"You are,” he replies with a soft smile on his face, stroking my cheek with this thumb.

"I've been so overprotective about you and our baby," he continues, reaching out and stroking my side. "That I didn't even take a second to think about how it might overwhelm you."

I bite my lower lip gently, not responding.

"The truth is," he speaks up again. "I'm scared to death. I'm scared to be a father for the first time. I'm gonna be responsible for a human being for the rest of my life. For the rest of our lives. And I've been one big ass worrywart. I'm sorry, baby."

He sniffles and lowers his head, wiping his tears away with his sleeve.

I just sit there watching, allowing the comfortable silence to roll on, not knowing what to say.

It’s not because I don’t wanna comfort him, but because he’s never opened up about the baby like this.

It’s almost comforting in a way, to know that he cares this deeply.

Of course I knew he does, but to hear him finally be vocal about his feelings, it means so much to me.

"I'm scared too," I finally reply, my voice just over a whisper, fiddling with my fingers.

He lifts his head again and allows our eyes to meet once more. “Really?"

I nod, giving him a soft smile. "Terrified. But I know that once baby is here, we're gonna rock parenthood. And we're gonna rock it together."

He smiles back and gently kisses my forehead before pressing ours together. "I love you so much."

"I love you too," I reply, wrapping him into a hug. "You're gonna be the best daddy."

He immediately hugs back, kissing my shoulder and rubbing my back.

Once we pull away, he cups my face and we share a deep and passionate kiss.

"Half baked?" he asks, licking his lips once we pull away.

"Only the best flavor," I respond, folding my arms and smirking.

He gives me a mean mug. "Girl, hell nah. Cherry Garcia is where it's at."

"I guess we all can't have good taste," I tease before rolling my eyes playfully.

"Girl bring yo ass-" he squeezes my cheeks and pulls me in by my face for another kiss.

I giggle against his lips and, hand in hand, we make our way back upstairs to the bedroom.

He helps me back into bed and hops in himself afterwards.

Once we get comfortable, he lays on his stomach and rubs my belly.

"Daddy can't wait to meet you," he coos, feathering light kisses onto it. "And he loves you so much."

I lean my head back on the pillow and smile softly, playing with his hair.

I can't wait to watch him experience fatherhood - he's gonna be the best dad in the world.

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୨୧ — ꒰ cw. more fluff, angst-ish, strangers > friends > lovers trope, kms/kys jokes, suggestive themes, cursing, war-related violence, emotional vulnerability, canon timeline (except he doesnt die), porco x fem!reader

୨୧ — ꒰ a/n. i love porco and i LOVE the strangers to friends to lovers plot i will be making these until i lay on my death bed. this has 2 versions btw!! one where it has a happy ending (this one) and one that does not!! diff story tho but uh yeah!!!

୨୧ — ꒰ featuring. porco galliard

୨୧ — ꒰ prompt. the story of how you met the wrecked jaw titan, and how you fixed each other without knowing that you needed to be fixed.

you found him in the wreckage.

blood on stone, heat still curling in the smoke, and porco galliard collapsed in the middle of it—body half-broken, breathing shallow, one arm curled protectively over his ribs like instinct hadn’t quite left him yet.

he didn’t look at you. didn’t move, either. not when you knelt beside him, not when you whispered medical he wouldn't ever understand. not even when you pressed your fingers gently against the side of his neck to check for a pulse.

alive. barely.

you weren’t a soldier. not really. you’d been swept up in the chaos because there was nowhere else to go, nowhere left to return to. but for some reason, you pulled him into your arms anyway—mud and ash clinging to your uniform, the weight of a warrior in your grip—and you started walking.

you didn’t know who he was, not truly. only that you couldn’t leave him behind.

he woke up three days later in your makeshift shelter, covered in rough bandages and stitched up like a secondhand doll. he tried to sit up, swore at the pain, and glared at you like you'd stabbed him yourself.

“what the hell did you do to me?”

“saved your life,” you replied, too tired to sugarcoat it.

“i didn’t ask you to.”

“not like i'd follow your request,” you said, “i'd rather die than let my patient die.”

he scoffed, head falling back against the floor, and muttered something under his breath that sounded a lot like stupid.

he didn’t like you. that much was obvious. but he didn’t leave, either.

his wounds took weeks to heal—cracked ribs, a dislocated shoulder, gashes down his back from something sharp and merciless. you patched him up anyway, even when he cursed and snarled and told you to leave him alone.

“you’ve got a death wish,” he said once, watching you clean the jagged scrape across his hip. “keeping me around.”

“oh please, what's there to even be scared about,” you roll your eyes, brushing your fingers gently along the bruising. “you think i'm scared of you? i've treated literal war lords. you're nothin'. not like i'd let you die anyway, so you don't have any room for complaints.”

he furrowed his eyebrows and looked away. no answer, just grumbles of "stupid woman" and "whatever".

weirdly enough, that rough attitude of yours had him hooked. piqued his interest. not that he'd admit, or acknowledge.

his name came later.

porco.

you already knew, but it felt different hearing it from his mouth—rough like gravel, bitter like he'd been choking on it for years.

“you don't need to keep me company,” he told you one night, eyes fixed on the ceiling like it had wronged him. “i don't need your presence if you think i'm lonely.”

“i’d rather kill myself than keep you company,” you said. “i’m just treating you like a patient and talking.”

“that's the same as keeping me company. talk about something else.”

“jeez, lots of energy for someone with a hundred and three of their bones crushed or fractured. might as well discharge you.” you grumble.

but you listened to his request. little things. the sky that day, the sound of birds returning, the way the wind smelled faintly like rain. you talked about memories, too—childhood stuff, if only to fill the silence. porco never responded much, but he listened. always.

“y'know, i had this friend from before. we were playing tag one time and he kept running straight, didn't look at whatever was in his front, claiming he memorized the place. he hit a wall after. fuckin' dumbass.” you laugh hysterically. porco just looks at you, bewildered. how is a nurse so.. cruel?

but when the nightmares came, the memories from war haunting him—shaking, sweating, jaw clenched hard enough to crack—he never asked you to stay. but you stayed anyway.

and he appreciated that.

“you know, you're weird,” he said once, voice low, animosity leaking.

“do you have to rub it in?” you playfully question, cleaning some medical equipment used to clean his wounds

he glares, then continues. “you treat me differently,” he paused. “i’m supposed to be respected in liberio, people look up to me. you treat me like i'm at your level.”

“well, you are. so what if you have a titan, it's not like you're some diety now,” you shrug, glancing at him, “though, i am proud of you for gaining that titan, so you have my respect.”

he glanced at you, expression unreadable. “i don't even understand the gist of what you're talking about.”

time passed. months, slow and aching, but survivable.

he started to heal—physically first, emotionally in pieces. you learned he was sarcastic when irritated—which was almost a given—blunt to a fault, and quicker to defend others than himself. you teased him once, called him soft underneath all the bark, and he rolled his eyes so hard you thought they wouldn't roll back.

but he didn’t deny it.

he’d been through more than he said, but you saw it in the way his jaw tensed when he heard gunfire in the distance. the way he instinctively stepped in front of you during patrols. the way he held his breath when you brushed your fingers too close to his scars.

he didn’t speak of his brother much, but when he did, his voice cracked around the edges.

you never pushed. you never did.

the shift happened slowly.

one day, he let you fix his hair after a rough night. the next, he let you rest your head against his shoulder when sleep wouldn’t come. he even smiled, once—tiny, fleeting, real.

“you’re not as annoying as i thought,” he muttered, cheeks pink.

“you’re not as unbearable either,” you shot back, grinning.

he laughed. actually laughed.

the sound was rough, but it stayed with you for days.

you were sarcastic, blunt, it'd come off rude to others, but not for him. he loved your personality. he loved how humble and down to earth you were. he chuckled at your sarcastic remarks, listened to your blant complaints about work, and conversed with you in topics he's acquainted to.

he found your presence comforting. and before he even realized it, he constantly yearns for it.

and then came the night the world nearly ended—again.

you were ambushed on a supply run. porco fought like a storm, furious and unrelenting, but there were too many. your leg got clipped by shrapnel, and you hit the ground hard.

you saw him hesitate—just for a second—but it was enough.

he turned his back on the enemy and ran to you instead.

“stupid,” he spat, hauling you up. “why do you always get yourself hurt?”

“so you’ll come save me?”

“don’t joke right now.”

“i’m not.”

porco carried you the whole way back, barely breathing, hand tight around yours like he needed to feel your pulse to believe you were still alive.

after that, something cracked open between you.

he kissed you for the first time in the quiet—his hand in your hair, lips gentle despite the roughness of his breath.

“you scare me,” he said against your mouth. “you make me want things i don’t deserve.”

“maybe you do,” you whispered.

he didn’t respond. just kissed you again, like the world might fall apart but he’d still choose you every damn time.

the nights turned warmer.

you curled into each other in silence. talked about the future in half-sentences and broken dreams. he told you about marley. about reiner. about guilt and regret and the weight of someone else’s legacy.

you listened. touched the back of his hand. kissed the corner of his mouth until the self-loathing softened.

porco was all sharp edges and bitter heat, but with you, he softened. not always. not easily. but when it happened, it was real.

you didn’t need perfect. you just needed him.

“you ever think about after?” you asked.

“after what?”

“this. the war. the ruins.”

porco turned to you, expression serious. “not really. doesn’t feel like there’ll be an after.”

“what if there is?”

he paused, fingers brushing yours.

“if there is,” he murmured, “i hope you’re in it.”

you looked at him then, heart aching. “i’m not going anywhere.”

he didn’t answer. just held you tighter.

and maybe it wasn’t peace. not yet.

but when porco rested his forehead against yours that night—eyes closed, breathing steady—you thought maybe, just maybe, there was a future somewhere in the rubble.

and maybe you were meant to find each other in the wreckage. not perfect. not whole.

but together.