#and then i have to go back and forth and back and forth and back and fo-

[sweeheeheehee]

first time? ⭑ heeseung

| in which.. heeseung, the known player, discovers his interest in the girl in the back of his english class..

| playboy!heeseung x virgin!reader ₊ highschool au ₊ reader is a inexperienced loser ₊ smut warnings: dom!heeseung oral (fem. receive) tongue fucking fingering virginity loss p in v rough sex unprotected sex (wrap it b4 you tap it) petnames multiple oragasms cumming inside heeseung is pussy drunk for a second dumbification creampie breeding kink dirty talk lots of kissing

| i didn’t bother to proofread this cause i got lazy so if it’s bad then eat my ass but lmk if you guys would like an aftermath cause honestly i would LOVE to write one!! enjoy!

You don’t have any experience with boys. You’ve never even had your first kiss, haven’t even held a guys hand before. You can’t talk to anyone opposite gender without buffering and literally running away.

Exactly what you are is considered lame. a virgin.

What can you do? you can’t help but be a nervous wreck whenever you’re approached by a guy!

So what makes your english teacher think assigning YOU and lee heeseung, the schools most known playboy, on a project together would be a good idea?

You’ve heard things about him from girls he’s hooked up with. You heard a girl say he “fucked her so good she passed out” you wondered if that could actually happen..

“Mr. smith out of all the students in the class, you chose to partner me with heeseung? we are complete opposites!” You complained, in hopes of getting a partner change.

“Yn, heeseung needs this! he’s almost failing my class and you’re the top student! i need you to help him boost his grade because i cannot have him failing this class!” you let out a heavy sigh as your teacher picked up his bag and left the classroom, leaving you alone.

You’re so fucked. Working with heeseung would mean distraction and distraction means no work, excluding the fact you could barely look him in the eye.

“Fuck..” You huffed.

“What’s got you in a tangle hm?”

A very familiar voice sounded from the doorway. “What are you doing in here alone anyway?” heeseung asks, stepping into the classroom.

You turn to him, your eyes widened from his surprise attack, “Uh-“ “Aren’t we partners on this english project thingy? Good, i need a good grade in this class or i’ll fail”

Heeseung eyed you, examining your every move. Every little twitch of your finger, when you bit your lip softly, the way you blinked excessively when his eyes met yours. Heeseung waited for a response while you just stared at him nervously.

Another beat of silence passes and heeseung looks away with a “tsk”.

“Good talk! uh anyway we can start working tomorrow night at my place just come anytime after five” heeseung says as he gives you a piece of paper with his address on it. “see ya later cutie”

“cutie” ??? he found you cute even though you barely even made a peep while he was talking to you..

oh you’re so definitely fucked.

The project actually didn’t seem too hard, you could do this by yourself but mr. smith just had to put everyone in pairs. Why did it have to be you to boost his grade up anyway? There were plenty of other students who were more than willing to tutor heeseung.

You shouldn’t be the one responsible for his grade, it was his fault he didn’t try to pay attention in class nor do his work. And plus heeseung wasn’t going to help you do the assignment! All he’s gonna do is sit back on his phone while you do his part.

He won’t even learn anything and the teacher knew this so why did he partner you up? You don’t know.

You paced back and forth in your room debating if you should show up early or late. You didn’t even want to go but mr. smith gave you such little time to complete this assignment.

You must’ve taken too long overthinking because the next moment you glanced at the clock it was 7. Great, now you’re gonna show up to his house late late amazing!

You quickly grabbed your keys along with your school bag and shoved the piece of paper into your pocket, running out the door alerting your roommate you’ll be back. You punched his address into the gps and started to make your way there.

On the road, you hoped you didn’t make a fool of yourself, you didn’t want to embarrass yourself in front of heeseung because he’s the type to tell his friends about it.

Gosh, you couldn’t be anymore unlucky, you’re seriously dreading meeting up with heeseung in private. Your stomach felt uneasy due to the nervousness building up, who knew heeseung would make you feel this way?

Why didn’t you say “no” to meeting up? Gosh you’re so stupid. Okay, you seriously need to calm down it’s just one meet up! It can’t be that bad.. right..?

It was about 7:15 by the time you finally arrived at his house. Taking deep breaths, you gathered all the courage you had and made your way to his front door.

With a sigh, you knocked once, twice, should you knock a third time? Would that seem desperate? Yea that’s definitely too much. But he hasn’t answered the door yet? Maybe you should knock ag-

Before you could finish your thought, the door swung open revealing heeseung. He had on grey sweatpants that hung loosely off his hips along with a baggy white tee. He looked good.

“Took you long enough! was starting to think you weren’t gonna show” Heeseung says with a grin as he looked at you like you were his lunch. “Uh yeah sorry i uhm lost track of time! haha..” Heeseung lets out a breathy laugh and moves aside to let you in.

“My roommates are out of town for a little while so we can work in my room” “oh okay..” In his room? You really could just work in the living room.

You felt all the nerves as heeseung led you to his room. You tried to mentally calm yourself because you’re only here to work, nothing else. You do your roles for tonight and then you’re out of here.

Heeseung’s room was surprisingly clean, his bed was made, his collection of keyboards was organized in a particular way, and there were no clothes on the floor nor any food.

It smelt strongly of his cologne but it was oddly comforting.

He plopped down on his bed, quickly kicking his legs up and getting comfortable while you just stood at his door awkwardly.

“Don’t be a stranger baby,” heeseung says while patting the spot next to him.

You laugh nervously before walking towards him cautiously as if he were a dog about to snap any minute. He examined your every step, smirking.

You sit on the side of his bed with your back facing him and pulled out your laptop from your bag, “The sooner we start to work, the sooner we’re done! lets start”

He only lets out a quiet chuckle. It was so faint you barely heard it. But you did.

The assignment was something about historical figures, you two got assigned William Shakespeare and both of you had to study this and that about him.

You were too busy reading and typing away that you didn’t notice heeseung hadn’t been typing the whole time.

He was just.. sitting there and staring at you.

You could feel his eyes burning holes through the back of your head, his breathing heavy.

Your fingers came to a slow stop, “Uhm.. how’s your part going..?” You ask while slowly turning to him.

As soon as you turned to him, your eyes met and you felt your body go weak for a moment.

“This is boring. I don’t want to do this” heeseung whined like a child and pushed his laptop away from him.

“I- Uhm-“ You cleared your throat. “Well you have to do your part in order to get a good grade heeseung, you said you had to get a good grade or you’d fail..” Your voice came out weak and unsteady as you struggled to hold eye contact.

Heeseung only let out a groan and sat up, now face to face with you. “You know.. i have something more fun to do”

You knew exactly where this was leading, and you didn’t want to let it happen.

“Heeseung, we only have a few days to complete this assignment so please no foolish acts..”

With another breathy laugh he replied, “I promise to do my work if you let me show you how much fun we can have, hm princess?”

Your eyes slightly widened at the change of his tone your heart started to beat faster, “heeseung.. p-please.. let’s just get our work done..”

Your mouth was slightly ajar as you felt your eyes start to water from how nervous you were. Heeseung was slowly moving closer to you, his gaze switching from your eyes to your lips.

“Cmon princess, it’s not gonna be that bad.” He places his hand on your chin, his face now inches from yours.

When you don’t dismiss his suggestion, he takes that as a sign and finally leans in and presses his lips against yours.

Your eyes instinctively shut as his other hand went to hold your waist from behind. The position you two were in made it uncomfortable.

You were too much in shock to try to kiss back, you two just sat there with your lips connected.

He pulled away after a minute and looked into your eyes admirably. “so pretty”

Heeseung guided you to lay on your back so he was now in between your legs hovering above you.

He leaned back in and this time you kissed back. It was soft and careful, like you were something fragile.

His hand suddenly gripped your hip firmly, earning a tiny gasp from you, and heeseung took that as an opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth.

The assignment was long forgotten as the kiss grew deeper and needy.

His hand gripping your hip suddenly pulled you closer to his body, letting you feel his hard cock through his pants.

The sudden pressure caused you to whimper into his mouth as your hips involuntarily grind down on him again. 

He pulled away with a string of saliva stretching from your mouth to his.

“Slow down princess, i wanna taste you first” Heeseung speaks lowly before his lips attach to your neck, sucking and nibbling. Your hands tangle into his locs, the feeling of his hands and mouth on you becoming overwhelming.

One of his hands on your hips move to the bottom of your shirt, slowly pulling it up. “H-heeseung.. i’ve never done anything like this before..” You whisper out.

He pulled away just enough to look you in the eye, “I’ll take care of you pretty, just let me do the work.”

With that, he starts to pull your shirt over your head and you arch of the bed slightly to help him.

Once your shirt was off, he tossed your shirt somewhere on the ground as he admired your tits, “Fuck.. they’re perfect baby..” He whispered and leaned in to start kissing and sucking marks on the exposed skin.

Your hands that are in his hair slightly tug on the strands, causing him to groan.

His hand slides behind you to unclip your bra sending shivers down your spine. Your tits spill out as soon as he removes the restraint and again tossing it with your shirt.

He pulls back to get a good look at your chest, licking his lips “You’re fuckin’ perfect”

Heeseung dives back in and starts sucking on your nipple, the sensation causing waves of pleasure to course through you.

“Oh my… heeseung” You let out breathlessly, mindlessly arching up into his touch.

He hums in response and starts to slowly trail kisses down your torso, ending at the waistband of your pants.

This time he doesn’t wait for your consent, too eager to finally taste you.

In the blink of an eye, your pants end up on the floor with the rest of your clothes leaving you in your panties.

“Not fair.. why am i completely naked while you’re fully clothed” You complain.

Heeseung laughed and sat up on his knees to pull his shirt over his head. His body was carved deliciously, his abs were defined and his biceps were now fully revealed.

You had to bite your lip in order to contain a whimper threatening to spill as he leaned back down to face your clothed cunt.

He trailed kisses down your inner thighs getting oh-so close to where you so badly needed him only for him to trail his lips back up.

“Heeseung.. please” You pleaded, you were pretty sure he could feel and hear the throb of your pussy.

Heeseung smiled deviously as he bit down on your underwear and slowly tugged it off, making intense eye contact with you while he took his cruel time teasing you.

Now fully revealed to heeseung, you couldn’t help but feel shy and instinctively retract yours thighs back together but heeseung’s head stopped you.

He laughed lowly, “Don’t get all shy now baby” Heeseung mumbled and used his hands to pry your thighs open again.

You felt sensitive as the cold air hit your soaked cunt.

“Fuck..” heeseung whispered before diving in without warning eliciting a dragged out moan from you.

His bold licks caused your hands to fly to his hair once again, pulling harshly as he sucked on your clit just right. “nghh heeseung.. feels so- fuck- so so good”

Your grip on his hair increased when he moved his tongue lower and into your hole.

He slid his tongue in and out as his nose nudged your clit deliciously. You couldn’t contain the loud high-pitched moans that flooded out of you, thank goodness no one was home.

Heeseung’s grip on your thighs tightened as he pushed himself deeper into your pussy urging his wet muscle deeper into your hole as his shoulders pushed your legs off the mattress.

His eyebrows furrowed as he focused on delivering your pleasure, his hands spreading your legs even more.

You felt the pressure in your stomach building as you tugged on his hair again, “Hee.. you’re- ah- i’m s-sooo close!”

He only growled into your pussy, the vibration adding to the pleasure.

Not once did his pace falter as he brought you closer and closer to your breaking point. The lewd sounds of your slick with his saliva was borderline dirty.

Your moans and whimpers grew more high-pitched the closer you got. “mmm hee im gonna cu- oh!”

With one last tug at his strands your orgasm hit you like a truck and you finally came undone on his tongue heeseung helping you through your high.

His pace didn’t slow, he drank every last drop of your release and even pushed his face deeper if that was possible.

The overstimulation kicked in immediately after your high was over, you whined and squirmed and attempted to push heeseung off.

“Heeseung.. too much too sensitive” You say breathlessly.

His hands steadied your hips, “Stop moving.” Heeseung growled against your folds and made you take what he was giving you.

It wasn’t long until he had you coming undone again with a loud squeal. 

Again, he swallowed your release and gave your clit a kiss before crawling back up your body, his lips and chin glistening with your cum.

“taste so sweet” he murmured before he leaned in to kiss you, making you taste yourself on his lips.

You bucked your hips forward in a desperate attempt for some friction. “You sure you’re ready?” heeseung asked, his voice careful and steady.

You nod, your head clouded with lust and desire too far in to turn back now.

Heeseung grins slightly as he plunges two of his digits into your drenched hole. His eyes are focused on yours as he carefully examines each scrunch of your nose and every time your mouth falls open.

“Gotta stretch this pussy a bit if you wanna take my dick”

He scissored his fingers inside you making you a moaning mess.

Once he was satisfied, he pulled out his fingers and held them to your lips with a “open.” You parted your mouth open and sucked his fingers clean while he watched.

Heeseung went to take off his sweats along with his underwear finally letting his painful hard cock free.

It immediately sprung out hitting his stomach, the tip angry red and leaking with precum. You felt fear shoot through you at the size of it. That? was supposed to fit in you?

“Fuck. This might sting a little but just bare with me” Heeseung said as he held your hips still.

Heeseung slowly pushed the tip in, the stretch all too much but addicting in a way. “mm-”

Heeseung stopped with half his dick inside, allowing you to adjust. “ffffuck you’re tight” heeseung says as he buried his face in the crook of your neck.

He stayed still for a while until you told him “you can move”

Heeseung’s restraint seemed to snap all within a second as he pushed fully in pulling a very loud moan from you. “Fuck i love the sounds you make” heeseung whispered in your ear.

Your legs felt weak from the penetration, the new feeling of the burning stretch felt surreal.

Heeseung started to move slowly but as his pace increased, so did your volume.

The sound of skin on skin echoed through the room mixed with your moans and his occasional grunts.

His hands squeezed your hips so hard you’re sure it would bruise. “feels so good- fuck” he muttered.

You heard his quiet moans in your ear which only turned you on further and your nails to dig into his back.

You weren’t aware of how loud you were until he said something about it, “Enjoying yourself that much huh princess?” the smile clear in his voice.

“Heeseung.. fuck!” You moaned.

The wet, lewd sounds were straight up filthy. You couldn’t believe you’re the source of the sounds.

Your mind grew even more clouded with each thrust and each creak of the frame, you were sure the neighbors hated you guys by now.

“Fuckkk i love this pussy” heeseung dragged out, his voice high. Your nails raked down heeseung’s back leaving painful scratches but he didn’t care.

Heeseung suddenly sat up on his knees, grabbed one of your legs that were around his waist and placed it over his shoulder.

When he started moving again he hit places so deep you didn’t know he could reach.

Now your mind was completely blank. you couldn’t process anything but moans as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. “mmm yess! lovvee it!”

Heeseung laughed lowly, “You love it huh?” “yes!”

His tip kissed your cervix making your moans higher. Heeseung could tell you were close because of your tone.

“You close baby?” You couldn’t answer. You were too lost in the pleasure to acknowledge what he said, the band in your stomach tightening beyond belief. “Best pussy i’ve ever had fuckkk”

One of heeseung’s hands went down to rub your clit in circles adding to the pleasure. Everything heeseung said sounded like background noise, your mind was hazy and your vision was dotted with white.

“You still with me princess?” heeseung said between thrusts, you could only let out moans in response.

His nails dug into your flesh as his pace increased, his dick twitching inside of you signaling he was close. You were too.

“Gonna fill this pretty pussy full. you want that right princess?” heeseung spat at you, looking down at your fucked out look, your eyes rolling back.

His hand on your leg reached to grab your face, “answer me.”

“yes! want it all!” You replied.

“Good girl.” heeseung says with something you can’t place your finger on.

His hand let go of your face and returned to its original position on your leg as he now focused on chasing his high.

With a loud, high moan, your orgasm washed over you, soaking your thighs and his stomach.

Heeseung kept thrusting even after you came, creating a white ring at the base of his cock. With a moan of your name, his hips stilled as he buried his warm cum deep inside of you and collapsed on top of you.

You shivered at the feeling, your body going limp as you slowly came back to reality.

After another minute of silence, he slowly pulled out the mixture of your cum and his spilled out of you.

“How was that for your first time?” heeseung asks with a smug smile. “It was.. really good” You answered tiredly as your eyes grew heavy.

You felt heeseung get off the bed for a moment and when he returned he was cleaning you with a damp towel. He discarded it once he was done and guided you under the blankets.

“I know you’re tired, go to sleep” heeseung whispered in your ear.

The last thing you felt was his arms sliding around your waist and his chest pressing against your back before you drifted off to sleep.

Maybe Mr. Smith partnering you with heeseung wasn’t such a bad idea..

my debut fic 👅👅 yes im very aware of how many times he calls reader baby or princess shush.. bruh i legit couldn’t stop laughing while writing this i forgot writing smut made me laugh.

[serenity-loves-red]

IT STARTED WITH THE CAT DISTRIBUTION SYSTEM

Cat distribution system featuring Phainon.

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. (Current). Part 4. Part 5. Part 6.

In which• The Deliverer of Amphoreus is suddenly transported to your home as a cat.

“Blue? Food’s ready!” You called from the kitchen.

Silence. Then you looked up to check the time. 8:03 am was printed boldly in red in your digital clock, ticking as seconds passed by.

Blue should’ve been back by now, you thought.

Unlike most cats you’ve seen online, your cat is quite active. He likes to explore things, from the cornerest (is this even a word?) corner of your house to the farthest place he could go in your neighborhood without getting lost or stolen. He is, after all, is quite expensive and cute.

His mini adventures started when you brought him outside. You can’t just let him stay in your house alone after all. You’re worried he might destroy something after being alone, get hungry or something may just happen.

So you just ended up carrying him with you.

Imagine seeing a fluffy cat with big blue eyes turning his little head back in forth, meowing as if talking to you and pawing your chest excitedly. Cuteness aggression it is.

It wasn’t even a long errand but after seeing him excited, you decided to give him a tour around.

It wasn’t hard to notice that he may seem to understand you. You already have an inkling that your cat is different. I mean he meows at you with this kind of tone similar to people during conversation. It’s like if you didn’t know any better, it sounded like a full blown conversation but just between a human and a cat.

“This is the store I prefer to buy the groceries from. Remember your tunas? They have it here at a cheaper price.”

“Meoww? Meooooww!”

“And see that place over there? That’s our house, it’s a plus too since both places are near.”

“Meow!!”

Thus, it was where everything started. Mr. Blue Balls will sneakily go outside from the window of your room to explore.

Oh he may look fat but it’s all fluff honey.

You even thought that he was kidnapped when you woke up early. You were so ready to call child service, paw patrol or anything just before you saw him sneakily trying to fit his body in a gap in your window you don’t remember having and ended up getting stuck.

So you gave him an earful.

“Do you know where did you go wrong?”

“Meow..”

“Louder! You can understand me right? Give me one meow for yes.”

“MEow!”

Did you sound crazy? Yes. But it did help you realize that your suspicions aren’t just a just.

Damn, your cat can understand you.

You’re not scared, if anything, you’re more excited to have an emotional support buddy that can talk with you. It’s like an upgrade pro version of a pet cat!

So with all of that, you just learned to start treating him not just a cat. It was like having a feline roommate with a human intelligence.

You talk. He meows.

So when you called him again for breakfast, you really started to get worried when there wasn’t any reply. You hurriedly tidied the kitchen, placed the foods at the table before going out to look for him.

“Mr. Blue Balls?! Where have you been?”

Just after you opened your front door. There stood your missing cat, his fluffy coat had been dirtied with a fluffy pomeranian dog trailing behind him.

“Meow!!” *smug smile, tail upright*

“Woof.”

Funny to think you thought the dog had said:

”Mr blue balls huh? Nice name you got there deliverer.”

Note: You ask, i deliver. I’m starting to think if i should turn this into a series? Or maybe it is alreadyyy?!! 😝😝😝😝

Also cross posted in AO3 under same username!

[m-ayo-o]

Choso only lasts two pumps today :(

On a good day, he doesn't last long.

His first round is when he's at his weakest- pussy deprived for more than 24 hours, precum everywhere.. he gets his dick soaked in you for more than a second and he's done. He's a mess.

His second round is always longer.

"it's less sensitive now.." he mumbles and rubs himself, teasing it into you again. Now you can expect him to last as long as you want.. you can tell him exactly when you want him to come and he'll do it on command.

But today is one of his weaker days.

"baby, put it in.." you encourage him, where you're lying below him and looking up at his face.

"mm.." he rubs the head of his dick through your mess, where your legs are spread, knees pinned back to your chest.

He took over in a heated craze and put you in this position, now doesn't seem to have the guts to follow through with his plan.

He knows it's going to be tight.

"mm.." he moans, sliding just the tip of his dick inside.

Your hands are on his hips, pulling him closer, and your pussy is just sucking him in.

"all the way, Cho.."

"ugh.." he slides all the way back with a grunt, his head falling down to yours, lips and tongues connecting with shared moans.

"Choso.." your head is spinning, "it hurts.."

You bite your lip.

You know it only turns him on more.

You can feel him pulsing inside you.

"baby.." he looks at you dangerously, with those needy, deprived, dark eyes of his.

He's ready to bust already.

"please.. Choso.." you encourage him but you know what's going to happen.

"I.. I.." he drags his hips back.. "ugh.." and forth. Once.

Yeah it feels good but you need more.

"baby.. it's really tight today.. I.. I can't.."

His breath is unsteady, eyes unfocused and his head.. oh his sweet head is a mess.

He pulls back again, painfully slowly, then proceeds to babble his way through his orgasm.

Sinking himself inside you, on the second fucking pump, he drives himself all the way back, soaking your walls, making you drip, then falling down into the crook of your neck.

"I couldn't.. couldn't.. last longer.. baby.. I.." he still sounds all shaky from coming, "I wanted.. to.. but....."

"shh.." you tell him and pull him closer, revelling in the warmth of his body.

[ddejavvu]

i keep thinking about ur casual dominance hiccup hcs theyre so good

i walk fast and i keep thinking about him just like. gently grabbing my ponytail and tugging me back to his side (hc he walks slow cus his prosthetic) and not even missing a beat in whatever we were talking about likkeee

Hiccup won't judge you too harshly for walking twice his speed, because the baby dragons you're raving about really are incredible, but when he can barely hear you anymore as he lags behind, he takes an extra long step and reaches for your hair that's swinging back and forth in its ponytail.

"And the littlest one is the fattest." You're laughing, demonstrating its size with your hands, "He's short but he's chubby because he eats the most- ah- hey!"

"Too fast." He murmurs, the thunk of his prosthetic leg hitting the bedrock beneath you a reminder that he can't exactly go for a sprint around the island anymore, "Keep going- what about the fat little baby?"

"He eats all of the rocks," You laugh breathily, feeling Hiccup's hand drift to the small of your back instead of hanging onto your hair, "I'll walk slower, sorry."

"I'm missing a leg, just in case you forgot." He sends you a cheeky, knowing grin, "The prosthetic chafes really bad if I rush too fast."

"Well we don't have to rush." You resolve, slowing yourself down to a snail's pace as you trek through the woodlands of Berk, "We can spend all day here. It'll give me a chance to get some fresh air, and it'll give you a chance to avoid your dad!"

"Hey! I'm not avoiding him," Hiccup gripes, but he gives in almost immediately, "I'm just- trying not to walk by him so that he doesn't suck me into a four-hour-long lecture about providing for our people when what he's really talking about is tending to Mildew's cabbage farm because he's too lazy to do it himself!"

"Well then," You snicker, bumping your shoulder into his and nearly sending him to the ground, "It'll give you a chance to not walk by your dad so that he doesn't suck you into a-"

"Alright- Walk faster again," Hiccup cuts you off, using the hand on your back to propel you forwards an extra step as you yelp with laughter, "If you're gonna make fun of me I don't want to hear it."

[writer-freak]

hii! im having suchh kpop demon hunters brainrot rn omg, could you do sfw & nsfw headcanons for baby saja please? he's my saja boys bias lol, ty!!

A/N: Baby's also my bias, and I actually wanted to write these first but I kept going back and forth on how I see him😭. So if these seem a bit messy or all over the place, that's the reason (maybe I will rewrite them in the future). Thank you though and hope you enjoy

Casually flirty in the most annoying way. Like leaning against a doorframe while you're ranting and going, “You look so hot when you're mad at me.” He says it just to fluster you and walk off before you can react.

In general he will purposefully say the most inappropriate things at the worst possible times ,whispers“Wearing that again, huh? You trying to get punished?” right as you're about to leave the house.

Calls you a very inappropriate nickname even in public one day he just called you "my lil earthquake.” You asked him what that even meant and he just smirked and went, “Cause you shake when I—” Hand over his mouth. Immediately.

Back hugs but like he’ll wrap his arms around you real sweet, then suddenly whisper the filthiest shit in your ear just to make you choke on your coffee.

His hand is either in your back pocket or riding way too high on your thigh. Doesn’t care who might see, he likes the attention. "They should know who you belong to."

His favorite thing in the world? Annoying you for fun. He hides your stuff just to watch you lose your mind over it. “You sure you checked everywhere?” he says, absolutely knowing your phone is in his pocket.

Bored easily. If he's stuck somewhere, he’ll start texting you the wildest out-of-pocket things just to pass the time. “Do you think I’d look hot in a maid costume or should I make you wear it?”

Sometimes just pokes your cheek in public until you react, or slides his cold hands under your shirt just to hear you squeal.

Doesn't help right away when you struggle with something (like reaching a high shelf or carrying a box) because he likes watching you struggle. “Oh I know you got it” he teases from the doorway. Only helps after you call him a jerk (and even then he's grinning while doing it).

He acts innocent in front of others a bit more polite, wearing a smile, quiet. But the second you're alone, his expression changes just enough for you to realize: You're in danger. The fun kind.

Cocky. So cocky. Constantly smug about how much you love him. “You’re obsessed with me, y’know that?” If you deny it, he’ll raise a brow. “Mhm. Keep lying. See what happens later.”

Lowkey possessive. If you’re giving someone else too much attention? He’ll silently pull you onto his lap and whisper, “You’re being real loud for someone who wants to walk tomorrow.” All while sipping his drink like nothing happened.

Instead of “I love you,” he says “You’d be lost without me.” But if you say it first? He’ll blink slow and go, “Yeah. I love you too” Like it was obvious.

Surprisingly affectionate. He’ll play with your hair when you’re sitting together, doodle your name on the sides of his lyric pages, send you blurry animal memes captioned “us.”

He won’t say much, but he knows when your mood drops. Doesn’t make a big deal of it, just puts on your comfort show and hands you your favorite drink without a word.

Secretly protective. He’ll tease you mercilessly, but the moment someone else even thinks about doing the same, he switches up completely. “That’s cute, but they didn’t ask for your opinion.” Cold eyes. Tight jaw. Suddenly very serious.

He can change his tone so fast. Can go from deadpan and chill to teasing in 0.2 seconds. “You really thought you were gonna win that argument?”

NSFW

Talks. So. Much. Shit. Half of it makes you want to slap him, the other half has your legs shaking. “You get like this just from my fingers? You sure you’re ready for my cock?”

Whispers the filthiest things while he’s holding you like you’re fragile. Face buried in his chest, blanket pulled up to your chin, and he’s like, “You looked so pretty choking on my cock earlier. Gonna dream about it tonight.”

Power trips like crazy when you’re a mess for him. Will literally say things like, “Look at you can’t even think straight. I did that. That’s all me.”

WANTS you to squirm. The more flustered and needy you get, the calmer and cockier he becomes. “Aww, look at you. You can’t even talk. What happened to all that attitude, hm?”

His tone of voice drops so low when he's serious. No more playful teasing, just a sharp, commanding, almost cruel tone that makes your knees go weak. “You think I’m gonna be gentle with you after the way you acted today?”

Big on control. Likes manhandling you, pinning your wrists above your head with one hand while the other is between your legs

Doesn’t let you win unless he wants you to. If you try to tease him, he’ll raise a brow like, “Cute.” And then absolutely rail you until your legs give out.

Definitely a neck-grabber. Not hard enough to hurt, just enough to make you squirm. Especially when you talk back. “Watch your mouth. Or I’ll find better ways to keep it busy.”

Obsessed with your thighs. Bites them. Slaps them. Sleeps with his head between them like they’re his personal comfort zone. “Best pillow I’ve ever had.”

Favorite thing? When you ride him. Claims he’s letting you take control but ends up grabbing your hips and slamming you down harder, just to watch your reaction

Calls you things like “pretty thing” and “baby” in the most degrading way possible.

Possessive in the hottest way. Leaves bite marks just below where clothes cover. Grips your jaw and makes you look at him when you’re close. “Eyes on me, babe.”

Loves to drag things out. Kisses up your thighs and just stops before touching where you need him. Smirks while you beg. “Patience, sweetheart. You’ll thank me later.”

Loves hearing you beg. The more whiny and desperate, the better. He’ll edge you for hours just to hear you plead. “Say please real sweet for me and maybe I’ll let you cum.”

Gets off on making you cry from pleasure. Not sad tears the broken, shaking, can’t-take-it-anymore kind. He’ll wipe them with his thumb and chuckle. “Tears already? We just started.”

He’ll intentionally overstimulate himself just to keep up with you. Like if you're still needy after he finishes, he'll mutter, “So fuckin' greedy,” and keep going anyway, groaning while you squirm. He lives for it.

He’s mean in the moment, but afterward? You’re immediately getting cuddled, praised, fed snacks, and hes putting you into one of his shirts. “You did so good for me. C’mere, lemme hold you.”

But if you ever use your safeword? His demeanor changes instantly. “Okay, okay. You good? Talk to me, baby.” Holds your hand, kisses your forehead. Doing anything that you ask of him

Divider by: @cafekitsune

My Kpop Demon Hunters Masterlist

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Another thing I've been thinking about in regards to 'Murderbot' is how far Murderbot's accusations really go as confessions. I've seen people complain that PresAux are 'ungrateful', as Murderbot constantly characterizes them as such. It complains that they don't appreciate what it's done, don't recognize the efforts it's made.

But it's not taking into account what a bad communicator is constantly is. Yes, PresAux don't really understand Murderbot, but it has put very little effort into understanding them. The miscommunication goes both ways! Murderbot is a deeply self-sabotaging character, constantly walking away from moments it might have made a connection, refusing to explain itself or its actions, and then getting upset when people don't simply intuit them and thank it for what it refuses to put voice to.

It's an incredibly understandable flaw. So many people have the flaw of not explaining themselves, refusing to connect or communicate, and then getting angry when they're not understood. It's refusing to meet anyone half-way, because it's spent its existence being treated as an object. So why should it put forth any effort to explain itself now?

Except it still wants to be understood. It still wants to be appreciated. And when it does put forth that effort with Mensah, it's rewarded. She reaches back. She connects with it, but the problem is that she has other connections. She has other people she's responsible for, and so once again Murderbot feels misunderstood because it won't make the same effort with them, and they don't understand, and Mensah has to choose between chasing after it (again) and trying to keep her people cohesive and alive. She chooses the prior commitment, and she chooses to respect its autonomy.

"It's not your pet" echoes in my head, because I think there is a certain impulse in the audience to woobify Murderbot, to reduce it to a sweet baby pet thing that can't possibly help when it spies on people, or invades their privacy, or refuses to explain why it does what it does, or hurts people in unexpected ways (or very expected ways), or gets upset when people can't read its mind. But it's not a pet. It's a wholly realized, broken person. And it's fucking up every bit as much as PresAux is fucking up. Its war with Gurathin is 100% a mutual affair, where they've both been absolute shit to one another simply because they could. Its refusal to speak to the team in anything like an actual back-and-forth conversation is an understandable reaction to what it's been through, and it's still the wrong call and is actively worsening the situation everyone finds themselves in.

And that's what I like about this show. It's not taking the easy way out with any of these situations. Murderbot is an ASSHOLE, and it's wrong about half the things it says. It wants outcomes it can't or won't work for, and wants recognition for things there is no way for people to have know it did. And haven't we all done that? Haven't we all been in that mental place? Having to make connections is HARD. It's scary and puts you in a vulnerable place and may not pay off. And it's the only way to really live. Right now, Murderbot wants the rewards of connection without the risks and pains of connection.

That's a great place to start a long-term character arc! It's wrong and broken and dumb in the most honest, real ways. It makes massive mistakes, and refuses to acknowledge them, and hopes they just go away. Or it tries to tackle them, and does it in the worst possible way.

And then, occasionally, it gets it right. It opens up, and makes a real and beautiful connection. What it has with Mensah is as good as it is because Murderbot, even just a little, was willing to open up, to be vulnerable, to share pieces of itself. And that's the first thing that really matters in its life.

This show has a hopepunk heart, where genuine connection is not only rewarded, it's the only thing that really matters. It's a lesson Murderbot is going to learn, but it's going to be a slow and difficult path to understanding, just like it is for any of us.

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some of murat's exes and "exes???". nico, ines and fargiz. (info and little pics under the cut)

nicole (or nico) de riva, 24 yo (murat's 22-23). elf, mage, healer. after the fights young murat run to her to heal his wounds, especially he cared about the ones on his face. murat still sometimes visits her. friends but not close, mean to each other as a joke. she has seen murat naked so many times and is not proud of it. yes, they slept together. she immediately said to murat that he's not her type. but ovulation leads you to places you wouldn't even go with a gun. + a bottle of wine, and they made out a couple of times. she healed not only his wounds but also hey i have this weird rush on my well yeah... someone had to treat his stds... alive in datv. still see each other sometimes.

ines, 19 yo (murat's 22-23). murat's nice ex. there was a real romance, like in books. he saved her from some bad guys in an alley, she gave him something in return, they went separate ways and then met by chance. they started talking, falling in love, all that stuff. everything was very sweet. then ines started noticing that murat was kind of downcast, sad and decided to find out what was troubling him. she really wanted to help him. in the end, murat got scared that she would find out that he's a crybaby, that he doesn't know who he really is, and that this charismatic cool guy is just a mask and inside he's just a loser. (murat's mental stability was very questionable.) so he lied to her. like i'm a crow this is very dangerous i love you and i want everything to be okay with you so we need to break up although i don't want this but i'm very sorry blah blah. they said goodbye to each other very tearfully. ines believed that she could be in danger because of him and let him go. murat then went on a drinking binge for a week as usual. in datv ines is happily married, 3 children, a nice house, everything like that. and she sometimes remembers her wild youth with a smile. she doesn't hold a grudge against murat and hopes that at least he's alive and everything is okay with him.

fargiz (his real name is fargat, likes -iz more), 27 yo (murat's 25). half-elf, but looks very human, bard, assassin, sometimes pirate. originally from rivain, spent half his life until adulthood constantly moving back and forth across antiva. plans to move to orlais (dreams of a luxurious life), but before murat hung out in antiva. murat fell in love with him as soon as he saw him. fargiz was playing and singing somewhere at the market. after the performance, murat offered him a drink. that's how they started talking. all murat did was confusing fargiz with his behavior towards him. murat was a big ass red flag here, but fargiz didn't want to notice it cus he fell in love too. murat stated at the very beginning that he's not into guys, he's just "quirky" and very passionate man. but murat kept flirting, casually touching and drinking with him. so fargiz thought murat was just joking. they probably kissed drunk, but murat added no homo after each time. they were "friends" like that for several months. then day x happened, they were drunk af again and it seemed like things were heading towards s e x. but at some point murat stopped it, said he's not like that, joked and left. fargiz got fucking mad at murat and the next day he yelled at him for hours on the street and then stopped talking to him. and a few days later he left treviso. murat learned from their mutual friends that he had sailed away to some other antivan city port with the first morning ship. murat didn't look for him cus well fuck him i dont need this *** anyway. the next week he drank, cried and hated himself. 🗿 in datv he lives in orlais, married a lonely rich widow. he holds a grudge against murat and hopes that at least he's dead and if not he hopes that murat is a drunkard with a miserable life and his dick has fallen off.

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Note: Please —Click Here— to read part one if you’d like! I’m finally getting around to giving them a second part, omg. I hope I did it justice. Enjoy, my beautiful baes!

Warning: A woman picks a fight with you over Caleb (she’s not a real threat, dw), you get really possessive over him, car sex, use of ‘angel’ for a nickname

Word Count: 4K

Summary: A night out quickly takes a different turn.

Cowboy!Caleb/PossessiveReader

“C’mon, angel. You got it. Push your thighs in tighter,” Caleb instructs you. “Harder. Good, like that, like I taught you.”

You bite your lip, uncertainty coiling through you as you feel the back and forth motion in your hips. You’ve been at this for what is definitely far too long, but with Caleb, you didn’t mind the time it took. Choosing not to be patient wouldn’t get you anywhere, not when you wanted to succeed so badly.

“I—I’m gonna fall again!” you squeak, your nerves calming just barely when he holds you by your hip, silently reassuring you as Applebottom begins to strut along the even terrain of the rich green grass.

“She can sense your nervousness. That’s why she’s so ready to throw you off,” he chuckles, remaining beside you before patting on the large horse’s side with three quick loving taps. “Confidence is key, alright? Show her who’s the boss.”

“You’re her boss!” you yelp right before she trots in place, her hooves pounding into the ground unforgivingly with whine-like neighing to follow. The typically sweet animal did this every time she wanted to set her boundaries and make it known that she did not want whoever was on her back.

It was understandable. You’d only wanted Caleb on top of you, too.

It’s been a few days since you’ve been staying with him on his parents’ ranch, simply because you wanted to, you could, and he offered—no, he begged you to come over. With your dad being able to take on farm work again without needing help, you told lied to him about how you’d be staying over at a friend’s house for a much deserved break.

He still doesn’t know that the man he strictly told you to keep out, was in your room the morning they returned. You had to explain to Caleb later why you frantically pulled him from your bed and threw his sweatpants at him like you were a teenager sneaking a boy out.

You were able to get away with it because not only is the guest room thankfully on the second floor, but momma called your phone and said they needed you both to come down and help haul their stuff and the hand-me-down farm clothes Grams surprisingly let them take, upstairs.

That was about a month ago and a complete win in your book, despite the near heart attack at first. And now, after the time it took for you to have this privacy, you’ve been delightfully basking in the presence of your beloved cowboy.

Since Caleb’s workaholic mother and father tended to be so busy with other business ventures, they were often out of town a lot and this week was one of those instances you both were more than willing to take advantage of.

It was safe to say that you two have been going at it like you were making up for lost time. From sex in his room, to the shower, and even with you bent over the kitchen counter that you ended up scrubbing with bleach because you felt awful about it post orgasm, Caleb has had you folded up in too many ways to count.

He even asked you to be his girlfriend, to which you declined.

Yes, he had your heart, he’s had and will continue to have your body, but you needed to make sure this wasn’t some glorified honeymoon phase. Everything was and felt perfect right now because of how excited you two were to have each other entirely without fear, limitations, and uncertainty—well, nearly.

Your dad will come around when you tell him, you’re almost positive.

But, waiting a bit would prove to you if this feeling was something that would stick without the memories and nostalgia you share being the anchor to it all.

Besides, you two still have a lot to learn about one another all over again before you outwardly labeled this beauty of a man as your boyfriend. You weren’t lying when you said you loved him, but love didn’t mean you had to rush. It meant that you had all the time in the world together to figure it out.

Right?

He understood your concerns, even if he wished you would’ve told him yes and let him fuck you in celebration. Granted, he still did, but it was with determination—to show you that there was no such thing as a fluke when it came to how he felt about you.

Besides all the mushy feelings though, it’s been immensely freeing with him. Like he promised the morning after he made love to you for the first time, in the early evenings during your stay, he’s been helping you try to learn how to ride a horse before he took you out to buy you one of your own.

No matter how much you failed, it was the reality that Caleb was your helping hand to make your heart dance in your chest.

You whole heartedly blamed your pops for your inability, but it partially on you, too. He tried to teach you when you were younger, but gave up once he realized how scared you’d always be no matter what horse he put you on or in front of you. Despite how badly he wanted you to conquer, he refused to traumatize his little girl further after all the falls and near accidents.

And Caleb was far too young and inexperienced himself at the time to try, so you simply never got the hang of it. Not even when he took you a few times to ride on Applebottom before you left for college.

You were honestly too embarrassed to try asking for any assistance the older you became and add you leaving on top of that, horse riding just became a skill you accepted that you’d never acquire.

Caleb soothed the beautiful steed, rubbing down her nose and scratched below her chin to ease her defiance.

“You wanna call it a day?” he grinned up at you, the warm setting sun making his dewy skin glow.

“Please.”

“No worries, angel. Scoot back.”

You maneuver yourself on the leather saddle to make room for the burly man, wrapping your arms around his waist and resting against him once he sat and grabbed hold of the reigns before making sure you were ready to go. After your confirmation, with a click of his tongue and a soft “go ‘head girl”, you were riding towards his large home with the slightly humid wind wiping across your dampened skin.

“I’m taking you out tonight,” he said the closer you got.

“For what?”

“Because I want us to have some fun.”

“I think we have a lot of that here, don’t you think?”

He laughs, the sound warming you on the inside. “You’re not lyin’, but I wanna take you dancing. Remember the last time we went?”

You flip through your memories like they’re pages on a book, not having any recollection.

“Exactly,” he fills in your silence. “We weren’t even ten years old and couldn’t catch a beat for shit.”

“Caleb, that does not count!” Now you’re the one laughing, hard enough to make you snort a little bit.

“It definitely does!” Slowing Applebottom down until she completely stops beside the wrap around porch, he jumps down first to then help you. When you’re standing in front of him, he cups your face in his hands and kisses your lips tenderly.

“I’m gonna set her up for the night, we’ll head in, get cleaned up, and I want to be back down in my pickup in an hour. You got that, angel?”

“Yes, sir,” you tease, making him smirk.

“Go on.” He plucks his cowboy hat off his head and hits you playfully on the ass with it on your way up the steps. “Get the shower going for us.”

You and Caleb have been on the dance floor for nearly an hour straight, and you couldn’t get enough. With every twirl and the feeling of his body pressed against you alongside all the other patrons having their own fun, you wished this night could go on forever.

In your floral pink knee length summer dress, his strong hands were on your waist as he moved you side to side to the thumping beat that vibrated the walls and floors of the classical country dance bar that’s been around long before the both of you.

Your sexy cowboy was a sight to drool over in his sage green long sleeve shirt that he had pulled up on his strong forearms to display his tattoos and dark blue jeans that showed off some of his impressive physique.

You were wearing his black Cattleman that he slyly placed atop your head in the middle of you swaying to the music. You helplessly giggled when he kissed down your neck and took you by the hand to spin you around to face him.

His skin was slightly flushed and his soft hair a small whirlwind of a mess, but if you asked Caleb what he was feeling—complete and alive were the only adjectives that could come to mind.

Your arms went around his neck with a bright smile to accompany your eagerness as you sang along to the lyrics of a song your momma still loves to blast on her cleaning days. Caleb flashed you that boyish grin that made you swoon when you grew dramatic in your efforts to match the passion of the talented singer’s voice blasting through the speakers.

Then he started to sing with you and for a moment, there was no care in the world about how crazy you both sounded. This was where you had fun and you wouldn’t let anything prevent you from enjoying it to its fullest potential.

That was your intention until a woman walked up to you both as the upbeat song ended and transitioned to something slower. You couldn’t even get close to him again before an airy voice said behind you, “You finished with her yet, C?”

C? Who the hell is she calling C?

You craned your neck to figure out who was emitting the strong aroma of too-much perfume. A pretty and short, long haired brunette looking up at Caleb with very clear fuck-me eyes, proved to be the answer to the mystery.

Her complete disregard for your presence wasn’t missed, either.

“I know your mother raised you to have some respect, Maycee,” Caleb replied sharply, not bothering to look at her.

“What? I waited ‘til the song was over,” she shrugs, moving closer to him and making this weird primal behavior surge within you when her perfectly manicured fingers tried to rest on his shoulder before he shucked her off.

“That was respectful enough, was it not? I just want to talk with you.” Her judgmental eyes look into yours that’s slowly losing the light it had second ago. “Alone.”

“We’ve got nothin’ to talk about. Coming up to me when I’m with my girl is out of line.”

“Nothing to talk about? Your girl?” she spits out in disbelief. “Seems like you’ve made the wrong choice.”

“Am I invisible?” you interrupt swiftly, the irritation coursing through your body making it impossible to keep your mouth shut any longer. The looks were hard to ignore, but the nosiness of others did nothing to put out the flame stoking in your chest.

You face her head on, ready to defend yourself with zero intimidation at her attempt to size you up.

“This has nothing to do with you.”

“The moment you spoke to him made it have every fucking thing to do with me.”

“Aww, let me guess: you think you’re special?” she scoffs with a mocking grin. “Tell her about our time together Caleb, since it’s so necessary that she stays clued in.”

Your body tenses as your jaw ticks. The noticeable reaction makes her smile as if she’s triumphant.

“I’d really rather not embarrass you or ourselves more than you’ve already done yourself, Maycee,” Caleb says through gritted teeth. “That’s not what I want or what I do, but you have a tendency of pushing your fucking luck. You’ve done enough. I suggest you know when to walk away.”

You were hard to rile up—very hard. But Caleb was one of the few people who knew how you could get if that’s where you were brought. It’s one of the reasons he’s trying to deescalate the situation as quickly as possible.

“You’re such an asshole. Her over me—seriously?” She sucks her teeth. “Call me when you come back to your senses. My mouth really misses you.”

Your eyes narrow and you check her before Caleb can try. Your tone drops to make sure that even with the quietness that’s suffocating the already stuffy space, only she can hear you clearly.

“Know that my name was tattooed on his chest while his dick was in your mouth.” You get in her face now, feeling a strong hand on your arm to hold you back.

“I want you to make sure you sit with the fact that every time he got hard, it’s because he thought of me. Even when he was inside of you.”

Maycee’s chest rises and falls, the clear shock and disbelief swirling in her irises.

“Baby, let’s just go,” Caleb calls to you, his grip pressing a little harder to make sure you’re aware that he’s trying to keep you calm.

It’s ridiculous how easily your night has been ruined, and now all the fun is washed out your veins.

Not another word is spoken when you take off his hat and press it roughly to his chest, not caring if he doesn’t catch it. You snatch yourself away from him before you storm out the bar and into the now cool night.

Your anger is misplaced, you know that. But it’s feels impossible to correct with the way it was encompassing your entire being.

Caleb doesn’t waste a moment following you, quickly unlocking his vehicle and opening the door to let you climb inside. Once behind the wheel, he maneuvers the tires over the gravel parking lot before rolling onto the smooth roads, and god is the drive uncomfortable.

“You wanna talk now?” he voices ten minutes in, sighing at your refusal to answer—again.

You told yourself you weren’t jealous of his past, that you didn’t care. And truly, you didn’t.

But the mere thought of Maycee with Caleb in any way, made your blood boil. The way she walked up to him like she was so familiar fueled you with violence.

He was yours, he belongs to you.

“Pull over,” you mumble, making his eyebrow furrow.

“I’m not letting you walk if that’s what you think you’re about to do. I don’t care—”

“Pull. Over,” you repeat slowly.

He does. What other choice does he have when the woman he loves looks ready to set fire to anything in her path that dared to give her a reason?

There’s nothing but long empty rode in front and behind you in the dark night of chirping crickets and twinkling fireflies as he puts the car in park to the side. Caleb looks over at you, the moonlight and rows of illuminated warm street lamps pouring through the windshield giving him the privilege to set eyes on his lady.

“Angel, you know she doesn’t mean anythin’ to me. I know you know.”

“I do.” You turn your body to face him.

“We only hooked up twice, pretty. I don’t want you being upset with me. Tell me what you need me—” Your hand reaching over the center console and the tug on his belt makes his words slow.

“I want you,” you breathe out, your voice shaky and the need to have him overriding anything sensible. “I want you to fuck me, Caleb. I want to erase her from you—erase all of them.”

Pretty,” he coos apologetically. “You’ve already done that. But anything you want. Just let me take us home.”

“No,” you shake your head stubbornly. “Now. I want it now.”

“Fuck…” His cock comes to life at your possessiveness.

He leans in to kiss you deeply, his tongue tangling with yours as he swallows your whimpers and identifies your cravings without more needing to be said. You stay like that for a moment, letting him savor your taste.

When he releases you, he gets out the truck so that he can slide into the black leather seat in the back. The moment he shuts the door and sits, waiting with his legs spread wide, you’re kicking off your shoes and climbing toward him like he’s your reclamation.

The lack of sufficient space isn’t enough to stop you from sitting in his lap and pulling on his hair, grinding your panty clad pussy against the rough material of his jeans. He sucks on your neck, the sweet and tangy taste on your skin only making his balls tighten with need.

You have to see your name that marks him, that gives you ownership of him. Impatiently, you pull the hem of his shirt up and over his head, tossing it to the side and tracing your fingertips along the mesmerizing ink.

“I’m yours, angel,” he whispers, his hands gripping your hips hungrily.

“Show me,” you beg. You feel down his pecs and toned abs before quickly beginning to undo his belt. The clinks echo in the enclosed space at the same time that he bunches your dress above your waist.

Wrapping your hand around his thickness and pulling him out of his confines, you pump him agonizingly slow in your palm.

“You told me this was my cock,” you say against lips, your heart hammering so fast that you’re not too sure how coherent you sound. “You said both of you were devoted to me.”

Your mouths graze, but never meet. “Give me what’s mine…”

Caleb curses under his breath when you swipe a thumb along his slit and smear his precum around, his hips bucking up with eagerness. “I’ll listen to your every w—word. Sit up on your knees, baby…Let me make it better.”

Bracing one hand on him, you follow his instruction and push out a desperate huff when he roughly tugs your panties to the side after you lift yourself.

You didn’t want a condom. In fact, you’d lose your shit if he even offered one. That’s all you’ve been using since your first time together and right now, you just wanted to feel him without any barriers.

When his bare tip slides into your leaking hole, you press your lips together with a pleased hum.

“They can never have you again,” you cry as he helps lower you down to take every pulsating veiny inch. “Hngh—Yes…I miss you like this…”

“N—Never,” he solidifies through a raspy groan, his dick twitching inside your hot and slick walls when you squeeze him.

“You hear how we sound together?” You get closer as you make your hips rise and steadily fall, the squelching of your connection filling your ears. “Only we could make music so powerful.”

The truck begins to shake the harder you go, your palms pressing against the cushioning behind him so your nails had something to scratch when he fucks into you, knocking the breath out of your pliable body.

His fingers dig in your flesh through your dress, surely bruising you, but you need him to. You need that tinge of pain as a reminder that neither of you are never going anywhere because you’ve already made your mark.

“You—hah—you feel so fucking good, Caleb…” The effortless gliding in your pussy makes white dots spot in your vision and your nipples ache beneath the meddlesome fabric.

“We’ve always been in tune.” He shakily reaches over and grabs his Cattleman, placing it on your disarrayed strands and running his thumb across your lip before his large hand caresses down your neck before grasping one of your breasts over your dress. Your lack of a bra lets him flick a nipple, making a strained whimper fall from your puffy lips.

“Don’t ever take it off again. I’m your cowboy, pretty. Own that.” He loses his train of thought for a moment, being buried so snuggly in your heat.

“Ah, fuck…fuck…M—Make me feel it…”

You nod, leaning further back against the console so the outside streetlights could shine upon where you’re connected. Your lover looks down to watch your cunt greedily spread the sticky fluids up and down his cock with unabashed desire.

“Y—you’re not C…” you mewl tiredly, rotating your hips to grind against him. “You’re my Caleb…Just mine…”

The new motion sends shivers down his spine. “You’re right…That’ll never change. It never has…”

The interior grows foggy and humid, sweat beading down your back and his temples the faster your orgasm approaches. You use your muscles to tighten your cunt around his throbbing length, and each contraction makes him feel more precum spurt out in preparation to claim you from the inside.

“That’sss right…oh, baby, keep going… just like that…W—Wanna fill you up so badly…” He pulls your panties over more to gain complete access, his thumb lazily circling your taunt bundle of nerves and sending shockwaves through you.

“Make you so fuckin’ full of me, pretty—I know you want it.”

He sucks air in through his teeth when your peak hits you so hard and unexpectedly that it has you trying to crawl away from him at the simultaneous moment that his cum rushes inside your shuddering walls.

Your moans are on the precipice of pornographic, but for him, it’s the embodiment of sublimity.

You serenade him with your gentle sounds and wavering tone, letting yourself succumb to the deliriousness like you’ve done many times now. Caleb holds you down to make sure you’re filled to the brim, rubbing along your trembling inner thighs. He keeps you spread open so he can watch how the copious amount of cum has no choice but to spill out of your hole and down cock before reaching his balls and staining his clothes.

“‘M so sorry for what happened,” he speaks softly after giving you the space to catch your breath.

“It’s not your fault,” you mumble, holding his hat so that it’ll stay on your head as you sit up before taking it off. Fear consumes him for a brief moment when you place it on his.

“Remember when I told you no?” Your head tilts, taking his hand and placing it on your cheek to nestle into. “About being your girlfriend?”

“I do.”

“Tonight has shown me that…I think I’m in wayyy too deep to be trying to play it safe.”

He smiles. “A mutual sentiment.”

“Will you do me the honor,” you flash a genuine one as well, adjusting the crooked hat and brushing his hair away from his eyebrows. “and let me be your one and only cowgirl?”

“You never even have to ask, angel. C’mere.”

After you share yet another kiss, he presses a sweeter one to the tip your nose.

“Your dad is going to whoop my ass.”

You laugh, the vibrations making you remember that Caleb is still inside of you.

“He’ll be okay. Momma will hold him back.”

“Thanks, baby,” he rolls his eyes with playful sarcasm. “That means a lot.”

“Whatever he does, I’ll be there to kiss it better.”

“Yeah?” he smirks.

“Mhmmm.”

You don’t know what you were even going to try and say or do next because any and all calmness and sentimentally is gone when you see red and blue light flash along with two curt blares of a police siren.

“Shit!” you panic, flicking Caleb’s forehead when he starts to muffle his laugh.

“Ow!” he whisper shouts.

“Move your ass!”

“I can’t until you do!”

Then a knock at the driver’s window sounds. You would forever be in debt to tinted windows now.

“Play dead,” you suggest lowly.

“You’re a terrible problem solver.”

“Well, I’m not seeing you come up with any bright ideas!”

When what you know is the final polite knock sounds with four hits instead of the initial two, Caleb closes his eyes and lays his head back, the hat falling over his eyes and forehead.

“You’re right,” he says, his words muffled. “Play dead.”

“You’re all worried about my dad when me and this police officer is getting ready to kick your ass.”

“Can’t. I’m already dead.”

“Caleb!”

“Mr. Xia?” calls a male voice.

“Who the hell..?”

“Oh,” he huffs in relief. “It’s just Xavier.”

“From high school!?” you ask, completely stunned.

He nods. “He moved back a year after you left. Nothing to worry about. We’re cool.”

“You’re shirtless and still in me!”

“I didn’t say you couldn’t be embarrassed.”

You pluck his forehead once more. “I can’t stand you!”

He rubs his forehead, then pulls you into him. “I’m in love with you too, angel. But flick me again and I’ll fuck you again with him right outside.”

“Just do something!” you pout, your face getting heated at the thought.

Glad to have made you flustered, he smiles. “Anything for you.”

A/N: I felt like creating a scenario like this felt kinda realistic for them because I definitely believe people would fight over a man like Caleb—especially if he sexes you as good as he looks LOLLLL!!!! I didn’t think it would’ve just been sunshine and rainbows initially in a small town where Caleb has been around the block…I could’ve just done a big time skip to their happily ever after, but where’s the fun in that?!?! But I think I’ve unintentionally started another series, DAMNIT! JAYLA, PLS PUT THE PHONE DOWN!!!!

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[controversalthoughts]

Learn to babble about stuff if you really need it fluff your word count, go on meandering tangents loosely related to the subject, bat things back and forth regarding different takes on it, use excuses to quote bits of what you're talking about and dissect the heck out of it!

And you know, maybe don't just tell a machine to do all the work for you because I don't see how that's any less cheating than having someone else do your homework for you.

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

as I said, i’m starving, so can I get a double entree? with matty and frankie? maybe them learning how to share…or some fun in the kitchen ;)

a/n: ooooohhhh... okay... yeah. i can work with this 😏

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“Uhh…” your feet came to a stop as your eyes swiftly flickered between the two men suddenly before you, “what is this?”

Stirring a simmering pot on the stove, Frank barely lifted his gaze when you entered your home, only to discover both him and Matthew standing in the middle of your kitchen.

“Lasagna with three different types of cheese,” Frank murmured in a low rumble, as if such a gesture was normal for you to come home to.

“No, I mean,” you nearly sounded out of breath as you waved a hand to dismiss his words, “you’re cooking… the both of you… together…” you pointed out before your brows furrowed further, “what happened to ‘either he goes or I do’?” you quoted the gruff man stirring the pot.

Your wide eyes landed upon Matt, his burly arm stretched high above his head as he reached into a cupboard, his fingertips kissing the edges of the stacked baking dishes before he found one in the right size and lowered down to the counter.

“Oh, that was what he said, wasn’t it?” Matt smirked before slipping to your side and leaning in to steal a brief peck from your stunned lips. As he tilted back, his palm not straying from the small of your back where it had settled, he then twisted his head in the direction of the other man, “god, you’re so dramatic, Frank,” he teased with a smile.

“I’m dramatic? Don’t fucking make me break this truce already, altar boy,” Frank swiftly shot back as he finally cast a glance over his shoulder. 

“Truce?” you echoed, your head swivelling between them both, “what are you talking about?”

“Well,” Frank exhaled, before he ominously shared, “we hashed some things out.”

“You–…” breath scarcely filled up your lungs as you imagined the worst, “why are you making it sound like you two beat each other to a pulp?” your glare continued to flicker between their stoic expressions, and as they ceased to change, your eyes promptly widened, “oh my god, you did!” you shoved at Matt’s chest as your words spewed forth, “seriously?” you took a step further back from them both, “you guys can’t even have a simple conversation without breaking someone’s nose?”

“No one broke anything, we’re fine,” Matt uttered calmly and held up both of his hands.

“Mhm,” you hummed as your eyes narrowed, still highly doubtful as you knew the pair of them way too well, “no, please, continue,” you muttered heatedly before crossing your arms, “you were saying how you couldn’t be mature about our little predicament.”

Sucking in a breath, Frank leaned back against the counter by the stove, “we did talk.”

“Eventually,” Matt cocked his head.

“…and?” your glare darted between them both as they ceased to go on, “come on, I’m on pins and needles here. I already told you guys that I won’t choose between you. I care about you both, and if any of you has a problem with that, then you know where the door is.”

Shifting his weight, Matt then murmured, “yeah, well, as good as we are at budding heads, there was one thing that we were able to agree on.”

“And what was that?” you said with a sigh.

And with his stare upon you never wavering a second, Frank then uttered, “you,” sending a trickle down your spine as a sharp breath promptly filled up your lungs.

“We care about you, a lot,” Matt went on, “so much in fact that we have agreed to be all in, both of us.”

Utterly stunned, you blinked, “really?”

“Don’t you see us standing here in your kitchen, cooking you dinner, all civil?” Frank gestured as his dark brows briefly furrowed.

“I mean, yeah,” your eyes drifted and averted to your feet, “but we all know you’ll probably be back at it before the leftovers are even packed away…”

“Well,” Frank cocked his head, “Rome wasn’t built in a day.”

And as your gaze drifted back to settle upon Frank, Matthew’s voice then found your ears, “…maybe you could give us a hand…”

“A hand?” you looked to him as a smile gently twisted your lips.

“That’s right,” Frank hummed, “teach us how to do this.”

“Uh…” a faint giggle couldn’t help but burst from your lungs, “I guess I could give it a shot….”

“Yeah?” Matt’s face lit up like the sky on New Year's Eve. Rushing to you, he swiftly wrapped you up in his arms as your chuckling kept on affirming their proposition. As his lips once again found your own, his embrace tightened before he lifted you a few inches off the ground, clutching you close as he kissed you fiercely.

Meanwhile, Frank slowly set down the long spoon in his grasp as he let a smile twitch at the corner of his lip. Patiently waiting, he leaned back against the counter, one of his hands briefly dipping down to snatch up a sliver of cheese on the cutting board to nibble on as he stared at the way that Matthew kissed you as if the pair of you were the only two people in the entire world.

Though as soon as your feet once again met the floor and Matt’s lips faded from your own, you barely managed to blink your eyes back open before Frank had grabbed your jaw and twisted your features for your lips to come crashing against his zealous kiss, even though the other man was still only a few inches from you both.

And when one of Frank’s palms eventually began to migrate away from your cheek, drifting down your frame before it found a handful of your ass, a purr tickled in your throat and vibrated against his hungry lips. His touch dug into your softness so boldly that you swore you felt the tingles shoot straight to your clit, making it buzz as he kneaded your bottom. Greedily bringing you impossibly close to his frame, you felt the palpable tent in his pants that was already poking your belly and making your core throb even harder.

However, as he then scooped you up off the ground and tangled your legs around his hips, a squeal promptly escaped you, “wait! We can’t!” you tilted away from his lips and shot a glance towards the stove, “you’ll burn the food!”

“Oh,” a smirk dazzled on Matt’s features, “I think between the three of us, we can make sure that doesn’t happen,” he uttered before clearing a spot on the counter behind you.

“But–,” you tried as Frank plopped you down upon the kitchen table.

Raising a finger up to your lips, Frank muttered, “it’ll be fine, just trust us,” he stole a brief peck before splayed both of his broad palms across your thighs, “but, you know, even so, dinner still won’t be done in at least another hour,” he slowly sank down to his knees before you, “problem is, I’m already starving…” his stare held your own captive as his touch began to gather up the fabric of your dress, “aren’t you hungry as well, Red?”

“Fucking famished…” Matt exhaled as he too kneeled, pressing a soft kiss to your left knee as he came to settle on the floor.

“What do you say, sweetheart?” Frank smiled as he blinked up at you, his fingers now clutching your skirts high enough to reveal your soaked panties, “you think you got a little entrée for us to enjoy?”

“Well…” your teeth briefly captured your bottom lip as your heart continued to hammer in your chest, “only if you share…” you breathed before you parted your legs for the both of them.

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[rainnydayzz]

Some cute fluff and then not so cute angst cause it’s way too easy with these fools >:)

Mostly unfinished stuff cause it was like 1 in the morning when I rushed these out.

About the whole s*lf h@rm thing with shadow, I do have a small splurge abt that

On a similar vein, here’s a scenario:

Sonic sees Shadow return from a GUN mission one day and he looks rough. Like Sonic has never seen him in that bad a shape before. Quills stuck out at odd angles, blood was matted in several spots of his fur, and his clothes were torn. Sonic approaches and asks what happened and if there was anything he could do. Shadow dismisses him as he expected, but Sonic noticed something odd. Neither of Shadow’s wrists had an inhibitor ring, or his ankles for that matter. Sonic asks where his rings were and Shadow grumbles something to which Sonic wasn’t sure he heard correctly. Shadow repeats himself, louder and angrier, shouting that he lost them. Okay so he did hear that right. Sonic didn’t think that was even a possibility. In fact, he recalls a conversation between the two from awhile back where Shadow explained he physically cannot “lose” the rings without removing them himself. Sonic calls bullshit and Shadow is none too pleased. They yell back and forth with Sonic asking where they were and what the reason was. Finally Shadow summons enough strength to chaos control out, but not without a noticeably louder *crack* than usual, and a brighter glow. He was unstable and Sonic knew that, but he didn’t know how to help. The best he can do is ask Rouge to talk to him.

Another time after this, it’s been a good several days since Shadow had apparently locked himself in his room. When Sonic finds out he races over to the house and meets Rouge at the door. She’s surprised to see him but assumes he’s here for Shadow. She says good luck, he gets like this from time to time, but Sonic pays her little mind. He goes to Shadow’s door and knocks loudly, calling out for him, and telling him he was there and coming in. The door was locked of course and Rouge shakes her head with an "I told you so." Sonic doesn’t take this for an answer and busts the door down genuinely surprising Rouge who yells at him. Shadow is on his bed, hardly having flinched and Sonic walks up to him. He’s shaking and electricity is crackling around him as he’s curled away from the door and Sonic. Sonic gives an "I knew it" and looks at the bedside table before pulling it open and seeing the two pair of golden cuffs Shadow typically adorned. Sonic reaches out to Shadow and gets essentially burned, even through the gloves.

“Damn, right through the glove, so much for those. You hear that Shadow? You owe me new gloves.”

Sonic tries to get Shadow to cooperate but he keeps resisting. It gets to where Sonic is wrestling on the cuffs to each wrist, his gloves ruined and burned through by now. Rouge kinda just watches in shock. (Also she feels terrible about all of this and blames herself for letting things get this bad. She should have checked on him, she should have done something. Sonic tells her it's not her fault, Shadow is responsible for himself, it's not her job to babysit him.) Anyway, Sonic eventually gets the cuffs on Shadow, he having calmed down more every time a cuff is attatched. Well that was more of a workout than Sonic was expecting. He tries to talk to Shadow but with varying success. It's not until Sonic tells Shadow that he knows he's hurting, but hurting himself isn't going to help. It doesn't cancel it out or make anything better, he would know. This catches Shadow's attention. So yeah a little trauma bonding moment I guess. Bittersweet. The next day Sonic finds a small package outside his door, and upon opening it he sees it's a new pair of gloves and burn cream. There's no tag or anything but Sonic knows. Tails is a little confused but honestly has learned not to try and understand whatever the hell Sonic gets up too in his own time.

Anyway you get the point.

[foldingfittedsheets]

In spite of my relentless bullying Buck has still agreed to move in with my wife and I.

As such I have recently learned that Buck emails way too much. Like absolutely excessive back and forth. Informing the rental company that he’ll be on vacation for a week when they didn’t need anything from us. Asking questions that we have already told him the answers to.

I’m going to eat this man alive.

[ddejavvu]

Hey! I really enjoy your Bradley Bradshaw writing and all of you TOP GUN writing in general. I was wondering if you could write a Rooster fic where he comes back from deployment and you go tap him out and maybe smut or just fluff. Thank you!

Many of the soldiers standing before you have similar heights and builds as Bradley, and they're all clad in the same uniform, but none of them have his mustache.

You weave your way through rows of statue-like soldiers, watching the people around you reach their loved ones before you do and eagerly wrap them in a hug to tap them out. You have something a little more creative planned for Bradley, but you offer sweet smiles to any of the couples that catch your eye.

You're lucky to have this opportunity- you'd only found out this morning, and if Bradley hadn't had such an abnormally short deployment, you'd have had to announce it on video chat. But he's here, and you mill your way towards him with shaky legs.

Finally you reach him, planting your feet firmly in front of him and drifting into his line of sight.

"Hi Brad." You hum, giddiness in your voice even though you try to casually mask it.

"I know I'm supposed to touch you. But I have something to tell you first. It's important," Your voice trembles, with excitement, nerves, almost fear, "And it's probably so cruel of me to do it right now but I have to. Bradley," You take a deep breath, clutching the plastic in your hand, "I'm pregnant."

You see him comprehend you. You see the tightening of his calves, the minute widening of his eyes, the way he seems to rock in place like a statue stood in an ocean- beat relentlessly by waves, but ultimately unmoving.

You wait a second, two seconds, three seconds before tentatively reaching out, your free hand drifting towards his shoulder before lowering tenderly, barely-there, feather light.

The second he feels your touch on his shoulder you nearly hit the ground.

He wraps you in a hug so fiercely that you almost topple, a choked sob coming from his lungs as every reaction he's felt for the past ten seconds is finally able to escape. His shoulders shake with sobs and he rocks you back and forth, holding tight to you for the first time in almost four months.

"Oh my god," He groans, ragged and wet into your shoulder, "Oh my god, you're having a baby?"

"We're having a baby," You confirm, your voice timid against his chest, "Bradley, is that- do you want that?"

He wrenches away from you, but his arms stay tightly latched to your frame. He nods vigorously, his eyes intensely sincere, "Of course. Of course I do."

"Good," You crumple with your own sobs, tears falling down your cheeks as all of the tension in your body releases. You and Bradley have talked about kids before, but it's mostly a distant dream rather than a slight swell in your belly. He's on active duty, you could be raising your kid without him most days, but if he wants this with you, you want this with him.

"That was mean," Bradley laughs wetly when you've re-embraced, his voice muffled into your neck as his mustache grates against your skin, "I couldn't move!"

"I know," You admit sheepishly, but you can't stop yourself from giggling either, "I just wanted it to be special!"

"It was very special." Bradley hums, planting a firm kiss to your neck before pulling away, "Does anyone else know?"

"No. Just us." You grin, and your heart swells in your chest as he presses his own smile against yours for a kiss that's four months overdue.

[jupiterpiss]

remmick being a prone bone enjoyer is a sentiment that just feels very real and canon to me. The intimacy, vulnerability, and closeness of it all would make him go crazy

AHHH AHHHH AHHH

*the nurses take me back into the hospital*

Listen.. he would. Ugh. He so would AHH AHHH okay.

Warnings! Smut duh u stupid motherfucker(i love all of u im gonna eat all of u). FEM READER RAHHHH. Cozy again idk man i cant stop. Im for Remmick suffering matter of fact.. he should, BUT he’s treated nicely here guys. So. Uhh he smacks her ass a shit ton.. hand holding AGAIN I love it.. andddd thats all I think. Weird ending.. idk I had no clue how to end this LMAOO. Not proof read AT ALL. Okay.. a little.

The air is cold against your feet. There’s a soft breeze that tumbles through your open window, nipping against your toes. Licks its way across your calves, and between the open space of your thighs. The same place that holds a slick heat, the only place on you that is actually warm anymore.

You would be more concerned of potentially cramping if you weren’t preoccupied with the body on top of you.

The one that isn’t any warmer than the breeze, matter of fact, it’s colder. Forces goosebumps all over your skin, the kind of coldness that makes you shiver violently, teeth rattling around in your closed mouth.

However, each time you try to close your mouth, get rid of that chatter in your teeth, another moan is ripped out your throat. Slips itself across your esophagus, past your uvula and straight between your teeth.

Then, back to chattering.

Chatter chatter chatter

You feel him before he speaks, the way his stubble brushes against your jaw, cold flesh pressed against you, sucks all the warmth away.

“You cold?”

You nod, “you’re not the warmest person around.”

Remmick laughs, something genuine. It isn’t loud nor obnoxious, it even cracks mid way through. Cut off by a groan of his own, his arms flexing as he gives another hard thrust.

“Wouldn’t be a problem-“ another thrust, this time both of you groan, “if you just let,” another one, “save you.”

He rests his head against the space between your shoulder blades, breath heavy and almost warm against you.

You give a small sneer that he can’t see, but hears, which earns you a smack on the ass. Not that it actually swerves you away from breathing out a small, “ow— shut up.”

Neither of you follow up with anything after that, far too busy with trying to chase your respective releases to really give a shit if you're cold or not. Not that it ever matters, you’ll let him in either way, have been for about a year now.

But it’s definitely a down side, no one could really relate to either. How often is it that a person is sleeping with a cold bloodthirsty monster? Maybe two.

But the price of warmth was one you were willing to give up within a heartbeat. Did give up, because how he holds you— cradles you in his arms, stomach pressed against your spine, his forearm purposefully rested under your head, hand placed against your hip to slide you back and forth against his dick. He practically caged you underneath him, a desperate way to keep you near.. to give comfort. Not warmth, but he could give something else.

Pleasure to distract from how cold he is, how he’ll never feel heat brewing underneath his bones, never be able to warm you. Distracts by using his weight to sink you further into the bed, the only part sticking up is your hips and ass, prompted up by the pillow under your pelvis. Distracts you from the lack of a thump in his chest by angling his hips just right, pounding down into you.

Forces your heart to spike and pound for the both of you. Can’t comfort with heat, but can with his mouth. Speaks pure filth and praise, spurs you on.

“Gonna‘ take this dick? Huh? Gonna’ take this dick-“

Or

“Ever sleep with anyone else- jesu- they’ll fuckin know I’ve been in er’. Know this pussy needs som- fuck- something bigger.”

He talks. A lot. More than any other man you’ve been with. Usually, there’s the occasional grunt and praise, small, “yeah, yeah,” or, “right there.”

That’s about it. But Remmick? Doesn’t shut the fuck up. Basically has full blown one sided conversations with you, about anything and everything. It’s like he has to tell you how you’re making him feel, how tight you are, how well you make him fit.

How well you two belong. Shaped around each other, perfectly cut out. From the ridge of your spine to the curve on his jaw. He swears up and down that you were born to be together. Went as far to go on a whole tangent about it mid way through back shots, his hips pistoning against you while you could only give lazy nods in return.

Not that you never heard him out. At first, you were on the fence about how true that is. Realistically, he was supposed to be dead far before you were even thought of, and you highly doubt the Gods meant for this to happen.

But when he pulls you close, like now, with his arms locked around your figure, his hips rolling against you and sniffing at your hair— you think some of it rings true.

You two fit somewhat well. Not perfect, but well.

“Ain’t anyone else gonna take ya now.. look at ya, look,” he shifts again, prompts himself back to rest on his knees that lie on either side of your thighs.

Sits back to watch how you press yourself against him, desperately seeking out his cock. Trying to thrust up, your ass jiggling each time. He coos at your sad attempt, lands another smack on your ass while grinning, “fuckin slut, huh.”

You can only whine in return, another desperate thrust. But it doesn’t hit as deep, doesn’t punch him far into you. Not like when he does it. Frustration starts brewing between your teeth, numbing your gums. Forces you to call out to him

“Remmick!”

He lands another smack, “yeah, baby.”

“Fuckin-! Do something lazy ass!”

His mouth opens slightly, brows furrowing creating that little divet between his brows, the one you tend to kiss away whenever you annoy him. Not that you can now, can’t even see it now given how he shoves your face down into the bed.

It’s a look of offence, one you always push for.

He gets rougher that way.

“Lazy ass?” He presses himself back against your back, squishes you down under him to the point it almost hurts.

It becomes slightly harder to breath, given his added weight and the comforter not giving you any grace. Don’t have long to focus on that though, because he thrusts. Hard.

Hits deep, right against that spongy bit no one else can really hit. You squeal, feeling kicking up, knocking against the back of his thighs.

He gives a small huff and slips all the way out, leaving you empty. Watches as you clench around nothing, quivering for something he can only provide.

“Shit.. ain’t that something?” He whistles low.

You whine again, “Remmick-“

He shakes his head, adjusting himself again onto his knees. Doesn’t wait to land both hands onto your ass with a loud smack, “wait yer’ fuckin turn.”

You stay quiet, unsure of what he meant, whatever the fuck ‘waiting your turn‘ meant. But you feel something wet drip onto your heat, followed by his thumb slipping into your cunt. He rubs his saliva into you, hums at the small sigh you give with being filled just a little. Even goes to use the same thumb to slip from your hole to your neglected clit.

Gives the small bundle of nerves a small tap that makes your shoulder twitch, left foot flinching. He watches as you try to grind yourself against his thumb, which he doesn’t oppose. Instead, he places his free hand against the curve of your spiner, keeping you in place.

“Go on. Get what you need.”

His fingers tap against your spine, small goosebumps forming there as well. You shake your head, “want you inside.”

He clicks his tongue, “well you got my thumb right now. Go on.”

Another rumble of frustration passes over you, stops that chatter in your teeth and makes a small huff leave you. A sound he ignores while he patiently waits for you to start grinding against him again.

“Said I don’t do shit— go head. Show me what you can do.”

You huff again, “I didn’t fuckin— I didn’t mean that. Just- please? Please.”

“Now yer apologizing, now I ain’t doin nothin?”

“I didn’t mean it! Please-“

He shifts for the final time, places his complete weight back on you while simultaneously shoving his dick back inside.

“So fuckin indecisive,” and he fulls shelves himself inside, hitting right back against that sweet spot, choking you on your own moan.

“Rem-!”

He places a hand over your mouth, “shut it, said enuff’ for now.”

Not that you were going to say much, not with the way he keeps tapping against your g spot to the point of tears. Ones you manage to hold back, but hardly given how out of it you are.

Despite the roughness of his thrusts, making sure each time his balls slap against your clit, and his hand fully covering your mouth with his pinky just under your nostrils— he still praises you. Mouth pressed against your shoulder, muffled broken sentences of how good you're taking it. Whimpers against your flesh and reaches out for one of your hands, pats you on your left wrist twice when you don’t give one up.

You only do it when he moans for your hand, making you break your hold onto the bed sheets and interlock with his own. He squeezes it, hard, as if trying to ground himself.

Trying to get closer to you even when he’s tucked into your heat.

It’s not long before you can feel that tug of your orgasm creeping on you about to shove you over, the wet squelches of your cunt sucking him in again and again. He presses a kiss against your hair.

Then another against your cheek, and another against your ear.

He mutters, “Gonna’ cum?” And you can only nod.

Remmick tries to coax it out of you with soft mutters and whimpers, his legs becoming shaky and his nose knocking against your head with each thrust.

With his hand, he slowly turns your head to face him on your right, eyes immediately searching for yours. He gives another low groan when you stare up at him through your lashes, the sight of you damn near making him cum.

He’s always had a problem with seeking out your eyes when you two came. Always needs to look into your eyes, needs to see your face as you squirm underneath him. He does it as a way to plant you further into his mind, to burrow you deep in his memories for nights when he can’t have you.

He needs you to ruin him for everyone else.

“Fuck.. I’m gonna’ cum.” He breathes out, eyes slowly washing into a vibrant red, “Gonna cum so deep, feel me for weeks. Gonna smell me on ya—“ he’s cut off by his own moan, dick twitching at his own imagination.

You two are so close to each other your nose’s almost nudge, breathing in each other’s scents and swallowing each other’s moans. His thrusts are no longer persistent or precise, grown to be lazy and not his usual frantic pace before he cums. He takes it slower, a means to enjoy it, to let this moment mingle around you two. Lets the quiet whimpers, moans and groans speak for themselves— the pleasure he brings to comfort, the intimacy of breathing in each breath you release just so he could have another part of you.

It allowed his obsession with you to run rampant, allowed him to be close and breath in all of you without being shoved away.

Allows him to gawk at you like you're worth everything and more in this long lifetime of his.

“Cum baby,” he mutters, “cum for me, cum, cum.”

You give a slow blink, hardly able to focus when you can feel yourself just right there. On that edge. Just need—

As if he could read your mind, he removes his hand off your jaw and goes to slip it underneath you two, where he uses the collective wetness from between your thighs to give another rub to your clit.

His hand is squished between the pillow and your skin, but he doesn’t seem to mind one bit, doesn’t even stop him in any way.

He feels you tense, your grip on his hand tightening as your feet kick up against him again. He gives quick circles around the nerves, pace faster then the one he’s fucking you in.

And it completely destroys you. Rips you clean off the cliff and straight down to the abyss. Your body tenses to the point of almost cramping, and your stomach does a complete 360. It plummets you straight down, eyes rolling back as you slowly place your head back onto the bed.

You give a long whine, cursed coming out shaky and broken, legs shaking under his. And that sight alone, to see you fall apart completely, reduced to a whimpering mess shoves him straight over as well.

He hides his face in your neck, tucked away between the crook of your shoulder and jaw. His moans are only slightly muffled but you can still hear him call out your name, several times. Jumbled between curses in English and Gaelic, he calls your name, whispers it like something holy.

It’s then, between his slurred speech that you feel the press of teeth. Fangs, to be exact. Bones that lightly graze your skin but don’t penetrate. It isn’t a warning of any sort, just a simple habit. The pleasure is so intense, it forces them fully out, ripping through gums and shifting human teeth for something monstrous.

You don’t dwell on the lack of a bite for long. Don’t need to when you feel the warmth of his cum deep in your cunt, plugging you full of himself. Even with you being so full he continues jerking in and out, cum slipping out every time he moves out letting it drip onto the sheets.

He shakes on top of you, body no longer having the ability to not crush you, fully laying all his weight down.

This time, you make your discomfort heard, “ow- you're crushing me.” It’s more or less muffled to shit by the comforter, but he catches some of your words.

but he doesn’t move. Just nuzzles closer.

“Remmick-“

“A second. Let me breathe in you.”

He takes a long inhale, nose pressed against the skin of your neck. You think back to his fangs but your tongue remains tight against the roof of your mouth, tell yourself to give him a second. To just enjoy it, don’t remind him of what he already grieves over.

You take a deep breath and give a strong squeeze to his hand.

He exhales, deep and long, as if your added comfort of a squeeze on the hand was enough to coax him out the moment. To let it slip away.

Not that his dick got the memo, apparently.

There, still wrapped in the slick of your folds and tucked deep in your womb, he remains hard.

Stupid fucking vampire stamina.

[feministdragon]

this is Chapter V now:

"You see, John, the women have specialized — even in motherhood.” Then he went on at considerable length to show how there had arisen a recognition of far more efficient motherhood than was being given; that those women best fitted for the work had given eager, devoted lives to it and built up a new science of Humaniculture; that no woman was allowed to care for her children without proof of capacity.

“Allowed by whom?” I put in.

“By the other women — the Department of Child Culture — the Government.”

“And the fathers — do they submit to this, tamely?”

“No; they cheerfully agree and approve. Absolutely the biggest thing that has happened, some of us think, is that new recognition of the importance of childhood. We are raising better people now.”

I was silent for a while, pulling up bits of grass and snapping small sticks into inch pieces.

“There was a good deal of talk about Eugenics, I remember,” I said at last, “and — what was that thing? Endowment of Motherhood?”

“Yes — man’s talk,” Owen explained. “You see, John, we couldn’t look at women but in one way — in the old days; it was all a question of sex with us — inevitably, we being males. Our whole idea of improvement was in better breeding; our whole idea of motherhood was in each woman’s devoting her whole life to her own children. That turbid freshet of an Englishman, Wells, who did so much to stir his generation, saw women only as females and wanted them endowed as such. He was never able to see them as human beings and amply competent to take care of themselves.“Now, our women, getting hold of this idea that they really are human creatures, simply blossomed forth in new efficiency. They specialized the food business — Hallie’s right about the importance of that — and then they specialized the baby business. All women who wish to, have babies; but if they wish to take care of them they must show a diploma.”

I looked at him. I didn’t like it — but what difference did that make? I had died thirty years ago, it appeared.

“A diploma for motherhood!” I repeated; but he corrected me.

“Not at all. Any woman can be a mother — if she’s normal. I said she had to have a diploma as a child-culturist— quite a different matter.”

“I don’t see the difference.”

“No, I suppose not. I didn’t, once,” he said. “Any and every mother was supposed to be competent to ‘raise’ children — and look at the kind of people we raised! You see, we are beginning to learn — just beginning. You needn’t imagine that we are in a state of perfection — there are more new projects up for discussion than ever before.

We’ve only made a start. The consequences, so far, are so good that we are boiling over with propositions for future steps.”

“Go on about the women,” I said. “I want to know the worst and become resigned.”

“There’s nothing very bad to tell,” he continuedcheerfully.

“When a girl is born she is treated in all ways as if she was a boy; there is no hint made in any distinction between them except in the perfectly open physiologicalinstruction as to their future duties. Children, young humans, grow up under precisely the same conditions. I speak, of course, of the most advanced people — there are still backward places — there’s plenty to do yet.

“Then the growing girls are taught of their place and power as mothers — and they have tremendously high ideals. That’s what has done so much to raise the standard in men. It came hard, but it worked.”

I raised my head with keen interest, remarking, “I’ve glimpsed a sort of Iron hand in a velvet glove back of all this. What did they do?”

Owen looked rather grim for a moment.

“The worst of it was twenty or twenty-five years back. Most of those men are dead. That new religious movement stirred the socio-ethical sense to sudden power; it coincided with the women’s political movement, urging measures for social improvement; its enormous spread, both by preaching and literature, lit up the whole community with new facts, ideas and feelings. Health — physical purity — was made a practical ideal. The young women learned the proportion of men with syphilis and gonorrhoea and decided it was wrong to marry them. That was enough. They passed laws in every State requiring a clean bill of health with every marriage license. Diseased men had to die bachelors — that’s all.”

“And did men submit to legislation like that?” I protested.

“Why not? It was so patently for the protection of the race — of the family — of the women and children. Women were solid for it, of course — And all the best men with them. To oppose it was almost a confession of guilt and injured a man’s chances of marriage.”“It used to be said that any man could find a woman to marry him,” I murmured, meditatively.

“Maybe he could — once. He certainly cannot now. A man who has one of those diseases is so reported — just like small-pox, you see. Moreover, it is registered against him by the Department of Eugenics — physicians are required to send in lists; any girl can find out.”

As I read I'm starting to think that Gilman is not precisely eugenicist, in the sense of *unfit people* being bred out of existence. No, I think what's going on here is that *unfit men* are being manipulated into a different way of being. I don't think you can call this eugenics, although you definitely could call it social engineering.

I need everyone in radblr to go buy urself a copy of "Herland"(1915(?)) by Charlotte Perkins Gilman as soon as possible. Yall do not understand. I cannot believe this isn't like, basic radfem/female separatist literature already.

Same author as "The Yellow Wallpaper", three men find a land consisting of only women which is a literal utopia. The men question their own failures in patriarchal society while the women of this land politely exchange information with them about their own lands.

You have no idea how therapeutic this book is. men casually say "oh no man can do that!" and the women respond "oh, no man? can women do it?" and the men go "oh yeah, also no women". There's also such brilliant regular feminist thinking through the book;

"These women... were strikingly deficient in what we call "femininity". this led me very promptly to the conviction that those "feminine charms" we are so fond of are not feminine at all, but mere reflected masculinity- developed to please us because they had to please us, and in no way essential to real fulfillment of their great process."

Insane for 1915 and such a fucking relief and pleasure to read. I hope all the anons who have asked me about radfem books see this bc yall NEED IT

[crescenthistory]

the saga of prongslet or paddy

pairing: freshly baked parents poly!prongsfoot x reader

synopsis: everyone in your little found family are feeling big feelings when you and your boys bring the first baby into your folds – and, in essential marauders spirit, the nicknames come flying out [half-hearted searching for a baby name]

wc: 1.8k

cw: fem!reader, kidfic, poly!relationship, parenthood, aftermath of giving birth, referenced pain, implied past hardship, hospitals, glossed over who biodad is, crying, hints at sirius' abusive past, found family, incredibly heartfelt fluff, background moonwater and marylene

note: i don't know how or why this was born (no pun intended), but here you go!

James had been crying all morning.

Whether the tears streamed silently, falling over his big smile, or if he let out painfully beautiful hiccups varied throughout the hours, but he had yet to let up. 

It had gotten to the point where Regulus – the first visitor, alongside Remus, as the wee babe’s godparents – had begun murmuring questions to his boyfriend about James’ fitness to raise his nephew. These concerns magically evaporated when Remus consolingly patted his hip and pressed a kiss to the side of his head. Remus’ height effectively hid the glossy look in his own eyes as he watched James holding the infant you all already loved.

As for yourself, you were much too exhausted and dehydrated to cry any more. The hospital bed in St. Mungos’ maternity ward was thankfully incredibly comfortable, and your partners had spared no expense on the birth preparation kit, so you were perfectly barricaded by pillows and heated blankets. Your favourite pillow, though, was Sirius, who had remained firmly pressed against your side since James picked up your baby for some skin to skin contact.

You let out another content, albeit slightly pained, sigh and leaned further into him. Neither of you were displeased with your husband walking shirtless about your hospital room, far from it. There was something about James’ large frame – one that strangers surely find intimidating before they see the blinding flash of his grin – holding your little bundle so delicately, reverently even, that made you feel whole. Picturesque in a way that almost felt out of place after everything, and yet so thankfully right.

While James was responsible for the waterworks, you were still choked up yourself. Judging by Sirius’ arms clutching you like you were his favourite prize, you reckoned the feeling was mutual; as it so often is. 

“Mm, more painkillers, gorgeous?” Sirius hummed into the crown of your head as he stamped a sweet kiss there. He had been even more doting than usual from the second Padfoot had picked up on your incoming labour while you and James were none the wiser, showering you in motivations and declarations of love. Attuned to your needs.

You shook your head slightly. “Not yet, but don’t close the tab on me either.”

“We wouldn’t have let him, love,” Remus said, voice low and laced with humour. Regulus looked up at him at the sound of his voice, as if he could hear the tears in it, though his face was significantly less judgmental when it was Remus feeling emotional.

“‘Preciate it Moons, but there’s no need to get protective. I’ve got her, right baby?” That last part, Sirius all but whispered into your ear before holding you closer.

Any other day, the back and forth banter with the people you considered family would have your full attention. However, this was not any other day, and a smile lingered on your face as you hummed in agreement, but your eyes remained trained on James.

As you watched him, he turned around and caught your gaze. He paced the room with careful steps as he held your baby against his chest, your child practically hidden from view beneath his much larger hands. 

James’ eyes were soft like never before when your eyes met, his smile stretching further than you thought possible. The tears that rested on his upper lip spilled down onto his teeth, which surely tasted the salt.

You could feel Sirius turn against you, face watching yours, and he let out a quiet happy noise. You felt immeasurably loved.

“Where is the little Prongslet?”

Marlene’s voice carried into the room mere seconds before she emerged through the cracked opening of the door, so everyone caught her entrance. Her blonde-pink curls were shoved up into a tiny bun and her back was slightly crooked as she entered, as if walking on eggshells. It was clear she had rushed home in the early hours to get here.

“Marlene!” you whisper-yelled in greeting. It fatigued you further, but you had Sirius to lean against and it was worth it to see your best friend smile like she did. Marlene immediately beelined for you to pet your hair.

Behind her, Mary trailed with the most vibrant bouquet of flowers from her little shop, your baby’s birth flower the centrepiece. “Hi there, parents,” she greeted excitedly.

Regulus was an angel and accepted the flowers from Mary, kissing her cheek as he did so. You caught sight of Remus watching his boyfriend put the flowers in water with heart-eyes.

“Did you eat Baby Prongslet already?” Marlene asked, looking around. “Was he that cute?”

Remus was the one to put her out of her misery by pointing to James in the corner of the room and the little bundle he cradled.

It was clear Mary had lectured her girlfriend about volume before they arrived, because Marlene’s excited “oooh!” started out high-pitched and quickly turned into a whisper. She hurried towards James right away, who was meeting her halfway, turning his body so she could see her little nephew’s face.

“Prongslet?” Sirius asked through a laugh. “You and I are chopped liver then, dollface, just so you know. He’s James’ only.”

His pout was theatrical and petty, but it achieved its purpose of making you laugh properly – only to instantly whine over the pain it sprouted in your pelvic floor. “That is not what she means, baby,” you placated.

“No, it is.” Marlene’s comment came from across the room as she quickly washed her hands in the in-unit sink, so that she could touch the baby safely. She winked at you to show no harm, but it didn’t stop Sirius’ gasp.

“Prongslet,” James murmured as he looked down at his son reverently. “Is that what you are, baby? My little Prongslet?”

You heard Regulus murmur “Absolutely not,” under his breath, followed by an oomph that indicated a certain lycanthrope’s cane had met his ankle.

You could feel Sirius’ shoulders sag, and you looked up to catch the lovestruck look on his face as he watched James already ace being a father. You puckered your lips and made a kissing noise at him, so that he would give you a kiss and then another.

“Jamie, Marls, would you not hide my son from me?” You called when you finished doting on Sirius, an idea already cooking in your mind.

“Missing him already?” Mary asked from your bedside, having politely waited her turn to meet the baby. You turned your head sideways to smile at her, to which she reached out and stroked your cheek.

James walked up to you with your baby still against his chest, sitting gingerly down on your bedside, facing you. His warm brown eyes lingered on yours as he sniffled. 

You almost didn’t have the heart to take your baby from James’ loving arms, but Mary was right – you did miss your son. 

“Scoot over,” you murmured to Sirius, so that there would be space for James to join you properly, and gestured for him to do so. Once he did, you carefully scooped your child from him, holding him sideways against your chest. Even after relinquishing him, James leaned down to kiss his forehead repeatedly.

You saw that your baby had fallen asleep in James’ arms, lulled by his father’s sweet love. He was starting to wake up now, eyes blinking, bleary and confused, but so wide and beautiful.

You could swear he had Sirius’ eyes.

“Hi baby. Hi, little Paddy,” you whispered to him.

This time you didn’t need to feel it – you could hear Sirius’ head whip around you look at you. Marlene cackled to your left, as quietly as she could, while Mary giggled to your right.

“Paddy as in Padfoot?” Sirius asked. His bottom lip fully jutted out in a pout as you looked sideways to meet his eyes, this time in happiness.

“Or as in St. Patrick?” Regulus mused. You rolled your eyes, but were unable to fight back your tired smile.

“He obviously has to take after both his fathers. Prongs and Padfoot made little Prongslet Paddy.”

Sirius positively lit up and leaned in to kiss you, hand coming up to cradle yours over your baby’s back as he did so.

He pulled back and moved over to kiss James with the same passion – only to find him crying even harder once more. Your smile turned into a giggle as you watched James thick eyebrows scrunch up beautifully, warm-toned skin crinkling in an unfairly beautiful manner as he shook his head, tears falling. He looked so vulnerable without his glasses.

“You’re so beautiful,” he sobbed. “You’re both so beautiful.”

James’ arms reached out over you to hold tightly onto Sirius and bring the three of you into the closest to a hug you could get while still on the hospital bed. Sirius snorted, but it sounded suspiciously wet. You leaned sideways against James and bowed your head down to press your lips to your baby’s head. You breathed him in and found out what home smells like.

At the sound of a shutter, you opened an eye to spot Remus’ tawny hair poking out above his camera, which was pointed at you and your lovers. When he lowered the camera, he winked at you, before going to show Regulus the photos.

“Little Paddy Prongslet,” you whispered. Your partners eased out of the hug, but not before Sirius had stolen that kiss he wanted from James.

“Is that going to be his… official name?” Regulus asked in a carefully neutral voice. You turned your head towards him just in time to see him wipe his cheek with the back of his thumb.

It almost felt like you had caught him in the act, but you deigned not to comment on it.

“No, of course not,” you laughed. James made a sound as if he disagreed. “We haven’t decided on a name yet.”

“How do you find a name for your whole world?” Sirius' question was a whisper, his eyes trained intently on your baby, who was meeting his gaze in quiet amazement. Sirius looked deep in thought. “I don’t even know if I’m going to be a good parent yet.”

Regulus walked closer, putting his hand on his brother’s shoulder. “You will be. I know it.”

You swallowed harshly at the implication, and you could tell Sirius was on the edge of joining James in another round of tears.

Marlene saved you all. “I, for one, think that if he should be named after anyone in any way, it should be after you, babe,” she said, looking at you. “You’re the bloody hero of the hour. Never let these boys give you hell again.”

You began to laugh, but it was cut off as James – carefully, keeping your baby in mind – hugged you closer to his side.

“Finally, something we can all agree on,” he declared. “Our hero. My love.”

“Hey, and mine,” Sirius added, kissing your cheek. He was full of kisses today.

While you thought there might be a whole lot more to agree on, as you looked around the room at your four close friends and your two partners on either side of you, you allowed yourself to be showered in some love.

And as you looked down on the new love of your life, you knew that no matter what you named your baby, it would be shown the same love you were tenfold.