#freaky deaky in the sheets

[dirtysvthoughts]

who in svt would give their gf the princess treatment?

i def feel like seungkwan and seokmin would be simps for their gf and vernon already has a thing for girls being mean to him so idk if that says something or no

i feel like seungcheol, joshua, mingyu, seokmin, seungkwan, and chan would be highkey princess treatment givers!

in a non-sexual type of way, they would literally not hesitate to give you whatever you needed in that moment, basically like anon said HIGHKEY simps, like your wish is his command. cuddle session after a bad day? you got it. feeling a bit stressed? would literally take on some extra tasks to lessen the load for you. you would honestly fall in love with him all over again - like he is so sweet!

now on the freaky-deaky side: in bed, these six are making it their life mission to make sure you are and feel pleasured. in that moment, you are royalty to him and he shan’t disappoint. i could see all of them calling you princess, knowing you would get worked up and closer to your climax every time it came out of his mouth. the members i chose i see as mostly doms, so even when he decides to fuck you rough/senseless, he’s still somehow managing to treat you like the treasure you are. a few might even be into a bit of body worship, praising their princess on how beautiful they look and how he wanted to fuck you like you rightfully deserved.

and when you’ve climaxed all over him and the sheets, best believe he’s already on top of the game in providing aftercare: a change of clothes, seeing if you were hungry/thirsty, or even running the shower or bath if you mentioned it. the aftercare would be so good and so endearing, that your pussy would start to clench for a second round.. 👀

[bushhdid311]

nooo david and gwen didn’t get freaky deaky in the sheets nooooooo

[aloneinthehellfire]

That Fateful Night

It's You And Me, Always: Part 6

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

It's You and Me, Always

Summary: You and Eddie have been best friends since elementary school and you both assumed that friendship was all you were destined for. However, when you both experience Chrissy’s supernatural death, you are pulled into the secrets beneath Hawkins and find that your feelings for eachother aren’t what they seem.

Warnings: swearing, mentions of death, vecna's curse, flashback, kind of graphic retelling of chrissy's death?, mentions of drugs

Word Count: 2.7k

[A/N: Ya girl is back with another part of this. I swear is was just meant to be a one-shot but we've spiralled. I also didn't proof-read this so oops]

<- Part 5: This Can't Be Happening

That Fateful Night

“Why is Vecna after Y/n? What is his plan?” Nancy paced the room.

You sat on the edge of Nancy’s bed, eyes glued to the floor as the memory of Vecna replayed over and over. Eddie had insisted you rest but you didn’t think you could ever close your eyes again.

“I think we need to get the hell out of here before we can start figuring things out.” Steve said, sending you a worried look.

“If Dustin’s right, then Eddie’s trailer should have a gate where…” Robin’s voice drifted off as she saw your face fall. You weren’t ever going to be okay with the fact that Chrissy Cunningham, the sweetest person at school, was dead.

“How are we getting there?” Your voice was hoarse, hands curled into fists so tight that your nails dug into the skin.

“We figured that since this freaky-deaky world is frozen in time or some shit I don’t really understand, then we’d have access to some pretty cool bikes.” Robin answered and Nancy nodded in agreement.

“Okay.”

The ride to Eddie’s trailer was familiar to you. Pedalling through the fear, your breath hitched as you turned down a familiar street. You forced yourself to look away, focusing on the dark path in front of you. With Vecna in your mind, a glance at your parents’ old house was the last thing you wanted to do.

But cycling past, everyone’s heads seemed to turn towards the structure, peeking through the trees. You felt your heart stutter. Do they know what happened?

You and Eddie rode side-by-side into the trailer park, both equally hesitant to relive a nightmare.

“Right here.” Eddie called out to the others, turning towards his home.

“That’s gotta be a Guinness World Record.” Robin pants, dumping the bike beside her, “Most miles travelled inter-dimensionally.”

“Just inhaled a bunch of that crap.” Steve coughs, making you smile a little at his attempt to lighten the situation, “It’s stuck in my throat.”

He flicks on a flashlight and follows your lead as you all step into the vine-covered home of Eddie Munson.

All of your eyes are immediately drawn to the gaping red hole in the ceiling. You hear Eddie’s breath hitch and you grab his hand, lacing your fingers with his.

“This is where Chrissy died.” His voice was hollow, eyes never leaving the gate.

“In that exact spot.” You frown, wondering how it all connected.

“I think there’s something in there.” Robin says and you quieten.

Sure enough, you hear rustling beyond the gate, an eerie sound that only made you grip Eddie’s hand tighter.

Suddenly, something pierced through and you all instinctively jump back, hearts racing as pieces of the gate fall to the floor.

You hear a murmur and you frown. You start to move closer to the gate, Eddie pulling you back by your hand until you gave him a reassuring look.

Nancy steps forward with you until everyone is slowly approaching the gap in the ceiling, peering through to see Dustin’s happy grin staring back at you from the other side.

“Hi there.” He smiles and everyone laughs in relief.

Upside Down, you gawk as you stare up at the kids. They really weren’t kidding about that name.

“Hold on. I’m gonna try something!” Dustin announces and he runs out of view, only to return with a long rope made from various white sheets.

Max and another girl you haven’t met start pulling a mattress along and your eyes widen with realisation. You’re about to fall through yet another gravity-defying gate.

Robin’s eyebrows raise when she focuses on the mattress above them and you stifle a laugh, covering your mouth.

“Those stains, uh…” Eddie clears his throat, embarrassment creeping in, “I dunno what those stains are.”

“Hm.” Robin simply replies as you see Nancy trying to shake the thought from her mind.

“Sure.” You nod and Eddie’s face flushes with red. Of course his stained mattress would make an appearance in this nightmare of a day.

Above you, Dustin positioned himself on the mattress, bundling up the rope. “And if my theory is correct…”

He tosses up the tied sheets and you all step out of the way, watching as the rope falls through and… just hangs there.

“Abracadabra.”

“All right, pull on it! See if it holds.”

Steve steps forward and yanks at the rope. It doesn’t budge.

“This has to defy every single theory of physics.” You mutter under your breath in shock and Nancy giggles beside you, nodding.

One by one, you each took it in turn to climb up the rope. Eddie went first, testing the theory and once he landed on the mattress, you smiled. You were finally getting out of here.

Robin was next, pleasantly surprised when she fell onto the mattress, Eddie helping her up.

He stares up at you as you step up to the rope, a soft frown on your face. A pang of guilt hit his chest when he realised he should have stayed behind and helped you through; it wasn’t going to be easy when every part of your body was covered in wounds.

You suck in a breath. You had been so excited about the exit plan that you didn’t think through how hard it was going to be. The adrenaline rush you had was wearing off and everywhere hurt. Your neck began throbbing from the strangulation and all you could think was how painful climbing up that rope was going to be.

“Hey,” Nancy whispered softly next to you, concern in her eyes, “are you okay?”

You sigh, chest tightening when your wounds started stinging. It was like the bats were biting you all over again. You could almost see them now, flying towards you and pinning you to the ground.

You stare through the gate to see Eddie’s worried eyes staring back at you and your heart softened. You had Eddie. You were going to be fine.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m-” You turn back to Nancy with a smile before fear struck your nerves.

Nancy stood motionless, eyes rolled back in her head.

“Nancy?!” You yelled and everyone’s eyes widen, rushing to see what was happening.

Steve wasted no time grabbing her shoulders, shaking her in sheer panic as he called out to her. Vecna had gotten into her head.

You step back, heart pounding in your chest. Not again…

“Oh, thank god you’re here.” Eddie breathes a sigh of relief when he swings open his trailer door to see you stood there, arms folded across your body as you rocked back and forth on your heels.

“Yeah, can you let me inside now? It’s starting to get cold.” You say, already moving towards him as he backs away and gives you space.

You step into his trailer only to immediately stop as Chrissy Cunningham stares back at you with wide eyes.

“Hi?” You try, frowning at your friend. You glance between her and Eddie. Talk about worlds colliding.

After Eddie failed to show up to class one day, you had been paired with Chrissy for a science experiment and you soon realised that the most popular cheerleader in school wasn’t actually as bad as you thought she was. In fact, you became pretty close despite the fact that all her jock friends seemed to hate you. She never was one to care about their opinion anyway.

But she and Eddie never met. Mostly because Eddie refused to even go near the popular kid table at school, always claiming he had somewhere else to be when you invited him.

And yet here she was, standing in the middle of your best friend’s trailer, sharing looks that made you deeply uncomfortable.

“Hi.” Chrissy squeaked out, giving you a small awkward wave.

You try a smile before reaching out and grabbing Eddie by the collar of his denim vest, dragging him to the bedroom.

“Okay, if you didn’t have that glare on your face, I’d think you were trying something.” He chuckles, all jokes stopping when you folded your arms. Only in his dreams would you be dragging him to his bedroom under different circumstances.

“When you called me you said nothing about the fact you were selling to Chrissy.” You lower your voice, hoping she couldn’t hear you.

“I didn’t think it was important?” Eddie tried.

You narrow your eyes. “Is something going on between you two?”

“No! No.” Eddie replied too quickly, clearing his throat as he rushed to the other side of his room and started sorting through his things in search of his ‘Special K’. He would admit that he used to have a crush on Chrissy a long time ago. But that was before he realised just how madly in love he was with you. “It’s- it’s none of your business.”

He freezes when the words leave his mouth, looking back to you. Your jaw had tightened as you stared daggers into him.

“None of my business?” Your voice was deathly calm until it raised into anger. “If it was none of my business then why the fuck would you call me?!”

“I didn’t ask you to come over!” He yelled back. You let out a frustrated sigh, turning away from him. He shook his head, resuming his search in a heated silence.

“It’s in the tin.” You finally say and he turns his head back to you, noticing the slight purse of your lips as you stared at the wall.

He gulps, finding the tin and removing the lid only to find that you were right. And, with a moment of guilt, he realised you could have easily told him that over the phone.

“Thanks.” Eddie sighs, standing back up.

“Well…” You start after a moment of silence, “I should let you get back to your… deal.”

The way you say that last word has Eddie thinking that you didn’t believe him. He just didn’t know how to tell you that it was purely a business transaction without giving away his feelings for you.

When Eddie doesn’t reply, you turn on your heels and walk out of the room, a strange wave of hurt washing across your body that you didn’t quite understand. Eddie wasn’t really a ‘ladies man’ per say, you hadn’t ever known him to flirt with many girls over the years. In fact, you never really saw him with any. He’d had a couple of things, usually at a party where he’d gotten high and ended up kissing a girl, only to profusely apologise to you the next day as if he had done you wrong. But you never understood why he didn’t date a lot. After all, the Eddie you knew was a complete catch.

Which is why the idea of Chrissy and Eddie wasn’t a total shock to you. But it hurt.

You walk out into the living room, avoiding Chrissy’s eyes by focusing on the door.

“Bye, Chris.” You manage to say, not wanting things to feel more awkward than they already were. Plus, she was a sweet girl who only ever treated you with total kindness. She didn’t deserve to be blamed for anything your brain was assuming.

When she didn’t reply, however, you stopped. Hand still reached out to the door, you turned your head back to see Chrissy stood in the middle of the room, staring down the small hallway to Eddie’s room.

“Chrissy?” You try again. She doesn’t respond.

You walk cautiously over to her, heart beat racing with each step as you saw Chrissy was stood motionless, the only movement coming from her eyelids as they fluttered over a white space.

“Chris?” Your voice was barely a whisper as you stood in front of her. Something was very wrong.

Eddie took a breath, shaking his head to rid him of the nerves. Why should he feel guilty about having Chrissy here? You’ve never shown him any interested in being more than friends. And it upset him to think it but he was sure that your type wasn’t him. From all the glances and gawking you had shown to Hawkins High’s recent graduate Steve Harrington, he really really didn’t stand a chance.

He chucked the bag in the air and caught it effortlessly as he strode out of his room, a smile on his lips. Maybe Chrissy was his ticket to getting over you. Not tonight; he would never try something with a girl already in a relationship. But he had sensed she liked him. Maybe this was the beginning of something new. It could finally be his year.

Those thoughts were all shattered when he saw you still stood inside his trailer, a petrified look on your face as you shook Chrissy with such haste, he expected her to shove you away. But Chrissy wasn’t moving.

You noticed movement from the corner of your eye, glancing behind you to see Eddie stood watching you with his brows furrowed. You let out a shaky cry.

“What the hell did you give her?” You ask, confusion setting in. Eddie never had any drugs that made people react like this. You knew Chrissy would be a first-time user but it wouldn’t make her lapse into some kind of episode.

“Nothing! I swear!” Eddie panicked, rushing over to you. “Chrissy?”

He snaps his fingers in front of her face and you roll your eyes.

“That’s not gonna work!”

“How the hell would you know?!” Eddie’s voice rose in pitch as Chrissy didn’t respond, taking your place to shake her shoulders. “Chrissy! Chrissy, wake up!”

“What the hell do we do?” You place your hands on top of your head, struggling to keep a panic attack at bay. “We need to call someone!”

Eddie furiously shook his head. “Yeah because they’re not gonna think the guy with drugs is to blame!”

You freeze for a moment, thinking it over before moving Eddie out of the way and cupping Chrissy’s face in your palms. “Chrissy! Please! Wake up!”

That’s when the lights in the trailer became flickering, causing Eddie to let out a surprised gasp. It only got worse from there.

You feel your arms raising and with wide eyes, you watched as Chrissy’s feet left the floor, her body levitating. Your hands slipped from her face and Eddie stumbled back.

“What the fuck is happening?” He breathed, glancing at you. But you were too busy staring at Chrissy. He noticed your hands start to shake.

You watch in horror as Chrissy is thrown to the ceiling, Eddie trying to tug you away as he yells out in shock. But you can’t move. You stay paralysed as you watch her bones snap one by one, her eyes bulging until all that was left were empty eye sockets and a haunted face. You knew you should have tried to help her, but you didn’t know how. Just like you didn’t know how to help your parents.

“Y/N!” Eddie screamed, snapping you out of your haze and gripping onto your hand with his. “We need to go!”

“But-” You shook your head, panting as he dragged you out of the trailer. You shouldn’t leave her.

“We need to go before the cops arrive.” He says just before you both hear a loud thump from the trailer. You both freeze and your heart drops to your stomach. Chrissy was dead. And you were too busy fighting with your best friend to be there when she needed you.

Eddie pulls on your hand again, leading you through the woods. You both walk in silence for a long while before he finally stops, looking back at you.

“Okay, it’s not far...” He says before his eyes focus on you completely. Your face was set in a worried frown, eyes glinting with tears. But that wasn’t his main focus.

You notice him reach his hand out to you. You don’t flinch as he takes the sleeve of his jacket and swiped under your nose. He pulls it back and you subconsciously raise your own hand to the spot he had wiped, your fingers coming back with red stains.

You couldn’t remember the last time you had a nosebleed.

Part 7: The Creels ->

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[moonleeai]

what is your favorite fic and why??

Wow. So you sent my brain into a spiral…it’s always so hard to pick a fav! One bc I have shit memory and can never remember names of fics. When I think of one, three more pop into my mind. A lot of what comes to mind are fics that were my first for a specific genre or plot too. I never thought I would be reading so many different genres to be honest. Some of these I got to help with the creation process so I got to watch how the writers thoughts unfolded, so that also plays a part into why it's one of my top picks! There are so many brilliant writers! Shout out to all of you❣️

Some that come to mind right away: Pandora, The Tutor, Silk Sheets- these were the first fics I ever read and began my exploration of a whole new world.

Boy Blue. Shewieee, a too well planned yandere and detailed murder mystery psycho thriller. @nabiolive keeps me well fed with quite a bit of fics and firsts 🤭

Dwindling Healings. My first hybrid story and Jimin was written so cutely! @btsstan has so many fluffy and angsty fics that I love

Whims & Inconsistencies. My first Victorian fic and very well written and planned out, the emotions were deeply felt, & it was suspenseful! @hisunshiine

The boy with galaxies in his eyes- part of a 7 part series with all the guys but this one was beautiful! 'watching' a semi toxic ship work through tough problems and figure out how to communicate (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ @oddinary4bts

What hides in the shadows- a romantic, angsty, vampire/hunter plot—not usually my thing but the intricacies of this one got me! @cherrysoulth

There are sososososo many more! I can’t pick just one 😶 but this list will be never ending!! I could maybe pick one from each author…maybe! 😝but then there’s series and one shots! Or should we choose fav by member! Welcome to my brain.

and because you asked this question…my fav series of yours so far is Rommates- the slow burn was so good and it always felt real! Not to mention, the ending was absolutely adorable. One shot where no other words but the title is needed- freaky deaky 🍑 😘

[nyxoz]

Just wondering.. what would Eddie be like with a partner who's as crazy as him? What I mean is like, he suggests handcuffs during sex and they suggests something a little more extreme, I think he's open to everything unless it's like.. gross or too harmful

oh eddie tries to match the energy of everyone around him. if his girl is freaky deaky he’s completely onboard and always does a little disbelief laugh after all is said and done like he can’t believed he bagged an absolute baddie freak in the sheets who’s comfortable enough to ask and try these things with him

he’s obsessed and always wants to know what you’re gonna ask of him next

[zantetsukenedd]

ohhh the mysterious face bruise in season 1 makes so much sense actually. it’s been made clear tom is clueless as to what makes up a healthy sex life. so when he says that shiv and himself were just getting “freaky-deaky” in the sheets — turning it into a brag, even — it isn’t all that unexpected.

i’d wager that probably is what happened in the canon. they agreed to get rough in bed and shiv got seriously carried away b/c their relationship is ... dysfunctional. otherwise, why would tom make no attempt at covering it up? he probably thought he would get a high-five.

i mean, it really does call to mind the bachelor party episode, where he brags to the guys about tabitha making him swallow his own load and they’re all like, “okay dude lol...” the same thing happens with rome and ken when he tells them about the bruise. mocking laughter and a glance exchanged. obviously no-one thinks a big ol’ bruise on your face is sexy — except for tom, cause he doesn’t know what the hell is supposed to be sexy, apparently.

you could even connect this to the latent homosexuality theory, i think — because if tom never felt any real sexual attraction to women from the beginning, then of course he’d be confused. maybe he’s not just a conservative man in over his head, but also ... trying very hard to be just another straight guy (tm). and failing repeatedly, because he doesn’t know how he’s supposed to feel.

realistically matt mac just walked onto set with a bruise and they were like “ok we can use this to emphasize what a clown tom is”, but ... that’s okay <3

keep in mind i haven’t rewatched succ in a while so i’m not primed for theorizing :') but i was trying to find a reason for the bruise and it made some sense to me

[ms-moonlight-inn]

12 for the ask meme please?💖

Oh no! i just realized I was looking at the wrong list! 🤦🏻‍♀️🙈 This is what happens when I fandom & grocery at the same time. 😵‍💫 So this'll be a double answer? 🤷🏻‍♀️ 😅

Answer #1: "What's their lock screen?" (headcanons list)

How have I never thought about this? Ok, let me make up some bullshit right now. 😆

OooOoo, I know!

For the first month or so of living in their West Side apartment, Mickey & Ian rotate through a host of dirty lock screen images. Not your standard dick pics, either. They go whole hog nasty with these pictures 'cause they've never had this much privacy before and like hell are they gonna let it go to waste.

That is until the day Franny comes for her first sleepover and innocently asks why they went for ice cream without her.

Baffled, Mickey asks for an explanation.

Franny holds his phone up to his face, the picture of Ian with *ahem* DNA dribbling down his chin stares back at him.

"Uncle Ian is a messy eater," Franny giggles, never realizing how close to the truth she is.

After that, their lock screens are stupid cute things. Mickey & Ian roller skating. Or sharing a milkshake. Or holding hands at a backyard bbq. They keep all their freaky-deaky snaps in a password protected folder, like 🤢🤮 grownups.

***

Answer #2 🌧️ Rainy autumn day & neither want to get up (October ask memes)

A week before Halloween and already the world looks like it's well into fall. Pumpkin spice bullshit is everywhere, even in their refrigerator. Which, to everybody's surprise, Mickey is fully on board with and Ian completely rejects with all his heart and soul.

"Since when are you the curmudgeon in this equation?" Mickey yawns as he lazily stretches out on thier California king bed full of rumpled sheets and husband scent.

"Since it's Saturday and I don't wanna leave this bed," he hooks a leg around Mickey's waist. "And you're dumb if you think you're going anywhere, either."

"Wasn't fuckin' planning on it. One problem, though. I need food, coffee, and smokes."

Ian unhooks himself from Mickey long enough to place a doordash order for crepes and coffee. He tosses the phone on the floor.

"There, all set," he says excessively satisfied with himself.

"Still need a smoke."

"You got that Nicorette shit in your nightstand."

Mickey quirks an eyebrow, feigns nonchalance. "Oh yeah sure, that addresses the nicotine. But how 'bout my oral fixation?"

Ian grabs his husband, bodily maneuvers him around and giving him silent c'mere eyes until Mickey's lying on top of him.

"Think we can do a lil' something 'bout your oral fixation before doordash gets here," Ian croons. "And maybe a little more after, too."

[x-heesy]

Gif mood board 🏄‍♀️

Uh, Terror Reid 🤌🏾

Hey yo

Stare into my fucking eyes and you will see

How your life could be before you met me

Don't wait, G, I meant you, and your little sister too

I broke in your house and blew chunks in the room

Now look at that, I'm chillin' in your mama's bubble bath

Relaxin', chewin' on a shitty used napkin

I must've mistook it for your grandma's tits

She's into zippers and whips, I'm talkin' freaky deaky shit, bitch

Tourture you with gutter tubes and throw you out like rubbish

Tie up all your limbs and then control you like a puppet

The bitches love it, putting cocaine in a bucket

Serve it to the pigs and watch 'em cause a bunch of ruckus

(Oh, it's like that?)

Well kiss my mother fucking ass crack, bitch

And tell your dad I want my Adderall back, bitch

I'll play you like monopoly, destroy your property

I got a pocket full of pills, so please prepare properly

Because I am the one who is next up

Hit you with the uppercut, slam dunkin' in ya chick's guts

T, E double R, O to the R

Speedin' down ya block in a stolen cop car

Because I am the one who is next up

Hit you with the BMX X-Up

You better pucker up and kiss my gluteus

I'm not that new to this

Terror taking over, coming straight out the mothafuckin' looney bin

I got the spastic tactics and unique techniques

I'm Godzilla in the streets, and King Kong in the sheets

Take a week just to recover

I slice the booty cheeks like butter, then I nut under ya covers

I used to fuck the pussy during math class

Now I fuck the pussy or the tushy while I'm driving real fast

R-E-I-D, he got the rare disease

And grabbin' a gun that shoots mothafuckin' laser beams

You know, anything is possible with these secret unlockables

Unstoppable, gettin' head from Kim Possible

And Ron's in the back, with his naked mole rat

Give him a hit of acid, and a DVD of Rugrats

What's the stich?

Are ya hearin' this shit?

That I'm spillin' out my lips as I'm pullin' on some Whippets

Just sit back, relax, and pay attention

The masked maniac is back

And stole ya grandfather's whole pension

Because I am the one who is next up

Hit you with the uppercut, slam dunkin' in ya chick's guts

T, E double R, O to the R

Speedin' down ya block in a stolen cop car

Because I am the one who is next up

Hit you with the BMX X-Up

You better pucker up and kiss my gluteus

I'm not that new to this

Terror taking over, coming straight out the mothafuckin' looney bin

It's Terror Reid, mothafucker

(R-E-I-D)

Comin' out the rubble

(The illist)

He causin' trouble

Someone grab a fuckin' muzzle

(Vodka bitch)

(You don't know shit)

[rubadubdubwithoutthetub]

okay so I've been thinking you know those really weird names for sex I was reading heartstopper and I looked through the comments and I saw the weirdest names for sex

I made a list

the frick frack snick snack horizontal mambo kanoodle stroodle freaky deaky hanky panky the dance with no pants tango mango (my username) horizontal river dancing the bed dead the sheet shimmy dopey nopey noodle in the foodle sub in the tub dink donk gumbo tumbo

[charleswiedenmann]

Our 10 Weirdest Experiences Between The Sheets

Our 10 Weirdest Experiences Between The Sheets

Here’s an interesting piece by one of my female followers. It’s Friday, and it’s about time for us single ladies to get our flirt on! Girl, it’s hard to find that mythic Mr. Right. Sometimes along the way we meet Mr. Freaky Deaky. Sure, we all have our kinks, but sometimes we’re left thinking “WTF, was that?!” So, for your amusement, we’ve compiled our funniest and most awkward sex moments. Spit…

[another-blog-bites-the-dust]

Oh daddy.

Summary: You discover something new about John...and he likes it.

Warnings: SMUT! SMUT! There's a lot happening here sonill cover the basics- daddy kink, spanking, dirty talk, some Dom!Deacon, oral, swearing, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it) there's fluff though and some humour. Please do not read if you're under 18!

A/N: a request from the lovely @princessleiaqueen (sorry it's a bit late!) I tried to make it funny too as well as smutty and I hope it's what you wanted! Enjoy! 💖

John tiredly groaned into your shoulder when he stirred awake one morning. In his eyes, you were always the sweetest sight to see first thing in the morning and the best thing to look at before he shut his eyes last thing at night. "Morning," you sleepily groaned and pressed your back into his chest.

"Morning, lovely," John kissed the exposed skin on the back of your neck before moving down your shoulders, trying to manoeuvre around your pyjamas. He was in a very good mood. You turned around with a sleepy smile. "You're gorgeous," he let his lips mould perfectly against yours. He was starting something he didn't want to stop.

That was until you both heard hysterical screaming "Give me back my hairbrush!"

"Then admit you took the toy from the cereal box!"

You both deeply sighed "They're up."

You chuckled and tapped his slightly stubbly cheek "Well that's what you get for becoming a daddy." You went to move but John kept his arm wrapped around you.

"What?"

You raised a brow "I said that's what you get for becoming a daddy."

John's brow furrowed ever so slightly, his lips quirking into a curious smile. "They don't call me that." He said. "They never have...only you've called me that. Right now." His tone suddenly changed and he slowly got on top of you. "Say it again."

"Daddy...?" John feverishly kissed you, his hands roaming the length of your body before landing on your ass and giving it a harsh squeeze. "Christ, John," you breathily murmured when his lips traveled down your neck. "Don't tell me after all these years you've been hiding a daddy kink from me."

John groaned and slowly began grind his hips, you could feel his hard length brush against your thigh. "Just keep calling me that." His hands moved and cupped your face as you brought your leg up and wrapped it around John's lower waist.

The door to your room suddenly burst open and you and John broke apart. Your two youngest children came in and threw themselves on the bed and on top of you and John, earning a pained groan from both of you. They laughed as the both of you lifted them up and off the bed. "Oh morning! Morning! Morning!" You cooed and sat up in bed. You could hear the other three scampering around getting ready for school.

"Mum what's wrong?" Your youngest daughter asked.

"Oh nothing, sweetie! Nothing!" You assured and got up, leaving John in bed.

"But you look-"

You abruptly cut them off. "I'm fine!" You began pushing them out the bedroom and tried to not look so flustered by fanning your red cheeks. "Let's get breakfast sorted and I'll organise your lunches." John lazily grinned, he was lucky to have you. From the moment he saw you singing in the crowd back when he had first joined Queen, he knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you. You got married a few years later and right before he went on tour, you surprised him with the news that you were expecting your first child together. Then, before either of you knew it, there were five kids running ragged around you. Creating 'art' on the walls with crayons and John being subject to makeovers with bright blue eyeshadow and permanent marker eyebrows when the pen was mistaken for a brow pencil. John had those 'eyebrows' for a week. You both slid into domestic life effortlessly- but that also meant that the two of you focused most of your time on the children and less on yourselves.

The spontaneous date nights slowly came to a stop, so did the steamy shagging sessions that often came with them. But you both knew you loved each other unconditionally, but John wanted more time to show you. Especially now that he had found a newfound fire within him when you called him...that.

He got up and got changed and made his way into the kitchen, the kids were making a mess with jammy toast and cereal- three different types of cereal because the five of them were so indecisive and picky. They didn't like the cereal you and John ate- they called it old people's cereal. When they did, you had never seen John get so defensive about cornflakes before. No, they preferred the types that were more sugar than cereal. John popped in and out of the kitchen, grabbing a piece of toast on the way before going to the door to get the paper that was always crammed into the letterbox each morning. "Okay, dad's going to take you to school, gran is picking you up afterwards for a sleepover- be good!" You warned with a small grin and they all sneakily grinned back at you. "Don't!" You warned, pointing a finger just before they started a food fight in the kitchen. Again. John returned and sat down at the breakfast bar, downing a mouthful of tea that was sitting waiting for him. "John, watch your time," you squeezed his shoulder as you walked passed to go to the bedroom and get ready. "Kids- teeth!" You yelled out and they all groaned, brushing their teeth was a chore to them. John silently chuckled seeing them all drag themselves to the bathroom while he sat and finished off his breakfast. You returned to the kitchen and began to clear away some of the dishes- that was until John grabbed your wrist and pulled you towards him.

"We'd have five minutes if we're quick," he winked with a boyish grin on his face.

You let out a loud laugh "Tempting, Mr Deacon, tempting." You pecked his lips "But we have about five seconds before-" you were cut off by a stampede of feet coming down the stairs. "Told you." You smugly smirked and pulled away to give everyone their lunches and give them pecks on their temples. "Remember- Kids are going their grans for a movie night and a sleepover today so you won't need to pick them up." You told John who nodded. You turned to all the kids "Bye bye, have a good day! Learn lots!" You cooed and John stood up grabbing his car keys "Bye, love."

John lovingly and longingly kissed you "Bye sexy," he purred and you playfully rolled your eyes. You quietly laughed hearing John loudly groan in the hall "Get off my leg! No- No! Don't throw that! Just get in the car!" You waved at them through the window. The house seemed so empty without them all.

You were thankful you and John were going to get some time alone tonight. Especially after finding out about his little secret. You grinned to yourself and bit down on your lip before heading upstairs to your office. You were a columnist for a magazine and when you had the kids, you found that it was easier working from home. You spent most of the day cooped up in your office typing away, John would be at the studio most of the day and you'd make a nice dinner for the two of you before he got home. Your lips twitched upwards when your eyes caught on to the photo frames on your desk. One was of the seven of you on holiday- you remembered how hectic it was trying to wrangle all the kids through the airport. It was so bad you and John convinced yourselves that you wouldn't do it again...until you all decided to go to Disneyland a year later.

There was another frame, it was pretty old and the photo inside was starting to fade ever so slightly. It was a picture of you and John after he had just finished a set at a pub. Freddie had taken the photo of the two of you laughing at something John had said. Your wide smiles and loving gazes captured forever. You picked it up and traced your finger over the glass before realising what the time was so you put it back and made a start on dinner. John was hit with a mix of amazing smells coming from the kitchen when he stepped through the door. For a moment he wondered if he was in the right house- it was rare having none of the kids running up and down the hall or screaming at one another.

He walked through to the kitchen and smiled to himself seeing you stir a pot and take a sip of tea while you did. "There's my favourite milf."

You spat out your tea into the sink beside you and began violently choking on the remains in your throat. You did not expect John to come in and greet you like that. "What?!" You started laughing and wiped the tea off your mouth. "Did Roger teach you that word? Because you shouldn't listen if Roger is trying to teach you something." You were still in a state of shock but managed to smile. "In fact- 'Roger' and 'teach' shouldn't even be in the same sentence now that I think about it."

John shook his head and sauntered towards you "He didn't teach me, I knew it."

You blinked and shook your head a little, turning back to stir the pot. "Why are you calling me that? Do you know what that means, sweetie?" You glanced over your shoulder and raised a brow before returning your attention to the pot in front of you.

John placed his hands on your hips to steady you while he kissed your cheek from behind. You jumped a little at the contact, his lips were dangerously close to your ear and you could almost feel his mouth touch your skin, his breath was giving you goosebumps. "Can I fuck you?" He roughly asked and bit down on your earlobe.

You swallowed tightly, not quite being subdued by him yet. "I'm making dinner."

"Can I fuck you while you make dinner?"

You smirked and let out a small snort of laughter out. "I think that would be hard."

John rolled his hips against you "Not as hard as me." You let out a small gasp and gripped onto the work surface feeling his already hard length.

You let out a breath of a laugh "You better be careful or you're end up with another one..." you warned.

"We could have six..." he started kissing your neck and your head fell back so John took the opportunity to move his hands forward and cup your breasts, giving them a gentle squeeze.

"Not a chance," you couldn't help but moan out. "My vagina is retired from that."

John stopped kissing you and turned you round to face him. "Retired from having me?"

You playfully narrowed your eyes "Never you, John."

He ran his hands up and down your sides, making your top rise a little "Could never get enough of my favourite milf."

You burst out laughing in his face and he giggled "Please stop calling me that because if you say it again I might just pee myself laughing!"

John grinned and pecked your lips a few times before pulling back ever so slightly, his nose pressed against yours and his eyes were darker than the night sky. "Well would I rather call you...baby girl?" His voice was so low he was practically growling. His eyes flickered down to your thighs, he noticed you squeeze them together to relieve some tension that had built up. "I can help you with that," he sinfully smirked and licked his lips.

"Not yet, dinner is almost ready." Despite you saying this, you couldn't help but kiss him. John knew what did it for you. He knew where to touch you that would turn you on in an instant. He knew all your sweet spots. He knew you better than he knew himself most days. John reached his hand out and turned off the oven. You turned it back on. "I've spent ages cooking- you're eating it."

John roughly cupped his hand over your heat and you yelped. "You bet I'm going to be eating it." Your cheeks turned a bright shade of red. You had never seen this side of John- not for a long time at least. The pair of you were like raging rabbits at the start of your relationship- getting it wherever and whenever you could. But time changed that and the raging horny ravaging stopped- you were both to blame really. Your time was taken up by other factors.

John gently rubbed you through your jeans before pulling back with a shit-eating grin on his face. He loved those little breathy whines he could pull from you. You finished up making dinner, John was sitting watching you, palming himself through his jeans- you almost dropped the plates at the sight when you turned around. His teeth were sunk into his bottom lip to muffle his moans "Someone's...eager..." you placed down the plates and sat beside him at the table.

"Can't help myself...you're just so fucking stunning. I can't believe I married you." You bashfully grinned and took a bite of your dinner. "I can't believe I get to fuck you."

You choked on your food and took a gulp of water "Are you trying to kill me today?!" John laughed hearing your squeaky voice. "What's up with you talking all dirty?"

A few moments of silence passed "Do you want me to stop?" John suddenly spoke up, his voice getting dark and his eyes clouding with lust and love. "Or do you want me to keep telling you that I want to fuck your pussy until your crying out my name- begging to cum on my cock." He was acting so nonchalantly, casually eating away at his dinner while you were sitting with a gaping mouth. John looked up to you and smirked "Do you want me to tell you how pretty your mouth is while I shove my cock inside it and make sure I don't pull out until I've came and you've swallowed it all?" His voice was dangerously low as he placed down his cutlery and then put a finger under your chin and ran his thumb over your bottom lip. "Do you want to make daddy happy?"

"Y-yes." You stuttered out.

"Yes what?" John asked, standing up and taking you with him.

"Yes...y-yes I want to make you h-happy," your voice trebled. John tightened his grip ever so slightly- you knew what he wanted you to say. "Daddy."

"Good girl," he crooned "Let's go to the bedroom," he pecked your lips but you were hungry for more. He pushed you back slightly "Ah ah!" He warned "Let's not rush..." he winked and tapped your behind. You both practically dragged each other up the stairs, tripping on toys on the way up.

When you reached the bedroom you crashed your mouths together, John's hands trailing up your sides while you sunk your nails into his back and dragged them down his skin. He moaned into your mouth and let you kiss down his neck, nipping the sensitive skin between his neck and collarbone. "I've missed having you." You panted out.

"God, I've missed you too," John groaned out. He placed his hands on your cheeks "On the bed." He softly commanded and you lay down on it, shedding your shirt- John helped you with your jeans. He moaned seeing you sprawled out on the sheets. "I want to be inside you right now but I need to take my time with you baby girl...do you understand?"

"I do," you purred and let your fingers wander across your skin.

John grinned "Play with yourself for daddy, I want to watch while I take off my clothes." You were virtually on the point of cumming right there just hearing him talk to you like that. You did as he asked though and slipped your hand into your underwear just as he started to unbutton his shirt.

"Oh John..." you moaned and pressed your shoulders into the bed, making you rise up a little. You sunk your fingers deep between your folds, you wished it was John touching you but you knew he'd be doing that soon. You then focused solely on your clit while burning your eyes into his.

"Does that feel good baby girl?" You moaned and nodded your head. "Tell daddy how good it feels."

"Feels so fucking good, daddy," the name flew flawlessly off your tongue now. "I wish it was you!" You whined in a high pitch. "John please touch me."

He kneeled down in front of the bed now wearing only his boxers and peeled off your underwear before he spread your legs with his strong hands. All those years of playing bass certainly gave him very strong and fast fingers. He had seen the sight before him countless of times before but each time was better than the last. "Where do you want me to touch you, baby?" John hummed. "Here?" He ran a finger up the length of your slit.

You let out a small shudder of a moan "Right there," you tangled your fingers in his hair.

"Fingers or mouth?" He asked, peppering kisses on your inner thighs.

"Both."

John grinned "Such a greedy girl," he stuck his tongue out and barely brushed it against your heat. You whined and squirmed under him. "But you're my greedy girl." John harshly flicked his tongue against your clit and plunged two fingers deep inside you.

"Oh fuck! John! Fuck!" You gripped his hair and pushed him even closer to you.

He groaned hearing the slick noises and from tasting you on his lips "Your pussy is so delicious- fuck!" He moaned and devoured you again. The vibrations from his soft moans sent bolts of pleasure through your body. Your limbs writhed and wriggled under him- it amazed you that his mouth could be so powerful. You let out a loud moan and gripped onto his shoulder when his free hand reached up and slipped under your bra, squeezing and gently pinching your nipple earning yet more moans and elated groans from you.

"Shit, John! It's so good! So good!" You cried out, sweat building up above your brow.

John hummed and pulled his mouth away but continued pumping his fingers in and out of you. "I love how your mouth makes the sweetest noises but says the filthiest things..." he hoarsely spoke "You want to cum, don't you? Let me hear what you want, baby girl."

"I want to cum, I want you to make me cum so many times, John!" You yelped when you felt his hand smack against your thigh. "Daddy!" You groaned and gasped for air "Please...fuck! Please!" You begged feeling something bubbling in the pit of your stomach.

"Okay, baby. Cum on my fingers and in my mouth and then later I'll make you cum on my cock- you hear me?" You nodded and John spanked you. "I said did you hear me?!" He yelled.

"Yes! Yes daddy! Oh god," your eyes rolled to the back of your head feeling his tongue pressing against your clit once more. "Oh shit! Shit!" You screamed, it burned your throat. Your whole body was shaking under John as he continued to eat you through your orgasm. He pulled back, the bedroom filled with the sound of heavy breathing and you laughing with glee. You placed a hand on your head "That was phenomenal!"

"You're phenomenal, Y/N." John crawled over you, the skin around his lips was all glossy from all the wetness down there. He tenderly brushed a strand of hair behind your ear and his fingers continued tracing down to your bra. "Let's get this off." He helped you up and removed it for you, your limbs were still wobbly. He sweetly smiled at you and you returned one to him. "I love you more than anything," he gently kissed you and softly lowered you to the bed again.

"I love you too," you grinned and cupped his cheek, brushing your thumb over his cheekbone "You've given me everything I've ever wanted."

"I could say the same to you," he slowly, almost teasingly began to kiss down your neck and then down to your chest. He brushed his tongue over your sensitive nipples and you let out a broken moan. "But now, baby girl, I'll give you everything you want." He devilishly smirked and buried himself deep inside you.

"Fuck!" You cried out, still hypersensitive from your orgasm. John loudly moaned, almost a whine as he felt your tight heat around him. He'd never get tired of that sensation.

"I'm going to cum inside you and you're going to be dripping for days," he growled and nipped at your lips.

"Yes! John! Holy fuck! Yes!" You moaned out and gripped onto his hips as he kept up his fast, rhythmic pace.

He groaned, neither of you were going to last much longer...but that didn't mean there would be other rounds. "I need you to call me it again, Y/N- Fucking hell I need you to!" He groaned as his rutting hips jolted and his thrusts started to get a little sloppy. "Say it- scream it!" He demanded.

"Oh John!" You moaned "Oh fuck!"

"Say it, baby girl...shout it at the top of your lungs!" He cried.

"D-"

•••

"-addy!"

You and John froze and then slowly looked at one another. You were both at the recording studio with all the boys. The kids were at school...all except one. Number six.

"What did you say?" Roger cooed while bouncing the one and a half year old baby on his knee. "John! Y/N! I think we just heard your kids first word!" Roger proudly grinned but you were still looking at John. "Say it again, angel! What did you say?"

"Daddy!"

You grabbed onto John's arm and the pair of you burst out laughing hearing the word loud and clear. Freddie, Brian and Roger all sent each other a strange look. "What's so funny?" Brian asked "Your child just said their first word."

You had slid off the couch by this point you were laughing so hard, John was still holding onto you while clutching his stomach with tears rolling down his face. "Oh! Oh! I can't breathe!" You held your chest and then fanned your face "Oh that's funny!"

"I can't believe that!" John was roaring with laughter.

"Uhh...lets give them a moment," Roger took your baby and walked into the recording booth with Brian and Freddie. "Probably the lack of sleep with this one." Roger bobbed his nose against the baby in his arms.

Your laughter had slowly died down and you looked at John. "What are the bloody chances of that?"

"Five kids and not one of them ever said-" he started laughing again. "Oh we'll need something else now!" He laughed whereas your laughter hitched.

"Something else?" You asked and John's giggling died down. "Like what?"

"Well..." John pulled you up and you fell into his lap, he was biting down on his lip. "We're going to have to try a few things and figure it out, baby girl."

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[euesworld]

"I am addicted to you, you might as well face it.. I'm here thinking of you. My heart beats, I sweat in the sheets.. the truth is I want you here with me cause I want to be your freak."

You might as well face it, I wanna be your freak - eUë

[cixteenyne]

𝓕𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 𝓓𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂

ProHero!Todoroki x Wife!Dom!Reader Warnings: Smut.

Noone asked for this, but i was in a Freaky Deaky mood, hence the title.

Enjoy this brainrot.

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He was gasping for air, he felt like he was burning all over, but it wasn't quite from agony.

Your lips kissing and nipping at his body was already enough for him, 

when you began to add your tongue to the mix, he began to pant and whimper uncontrollably. You were being so lewd about it too. Sucking at his abs, breath fanning teasingly over his pretty nipples. 

How could you not want to bite at him when he just looked so delectable.

You just loved how his back would lift from the bed as your acrylic clad nails raked and gripped  so lovingly at his sweaty waist, holding him down as best you could. Have a pro hero writhing under his freaky and loving wife- it was quite the sight, but it was normal. For you at least.

He was so bare under your domineering gaze, his large body in contrast to your womanly one was perfect, but not enough to hold you back from worshiping him.

He would always shy away from you, a blush rushing to his face, making his body feel like burning metal.

“My pretty pro hero…” 

He reeled and flushed at the praise that slipped so endearingly from your lips, he just couldn't help himself when you were always so giving to him. Handing compliment after compliment, no matter what you said to him, it would leave him rosy cheeked and shy. 

No matter how cold he was to others, he couldn't help himself with you, suddenly being worshiped by such a sultry woman after years of neglect, He could never accept such compliments and praise fully, 

so why not fuck it into his handsome little head?

Your tongue dragged from his stomach to his abdomen. No matter how many times you do this to him, he never knew what to do with his hands, finding himself too shy to touch you- for such a blunt person. He'd always find himself fisting the silk sheets beneath him as you kissed at his pretty and dripping tip. 

“Please….” 

such a polite beg, how could you deny your pretty husband after such a long day, after all, love came in so many forms.

.

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You were determined to show him all of them.

[witchychanel]

Negan

NSFW Alphabet

🔞 × no minors ×

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Negan is a very powerful man. He would send his men to get you whatever you desire. Anything you want. He’ll send people to get it so that he can just lay down and cuddle with you.

He likes to plant kisses all over your face and neck. He also likes to massages, to get you more relaxed.

He asks one of his men to get you both some snacks and water. You both just tend to talk.

Negan loves to bathe after having sex. But there are times where he wants the smell of sex to linger.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Negan loves every inch of your body. He loves your ass, tits, stomach, legs, arms etc… He finds every part of your body absolutely perfect. He wants to leave every inch of your body with hickeys.

Negan can’t choose between his dick and his hands. He loves to watch his dick go in and out of you. But he also likes to grab every inch of you while his fucking you. He especially likes to grab your tits while you are on top.  

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Negan likes to make a big mess. He loves to cum anywhere. On your face, tits, pussy, ass, mouth, stomach… everywhere. Although your pussy and tits are his favorite.

He loves to make you lick the cum off yourself by using your hands.

Of course he has someone come and clean the sheets while you both bathe.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

I think that most of us can agree that Negan hides nothing. So he has no dirty secrets. He would tell the world absolutely anything and everything that he likes to do you or what he wants to do to you.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

We all know that Negan had multiple wives, but he gave all of them up for you. So he is very experienced and will make you see stars as corny as that sounds.

That man would study you like the way he would study his dick. H

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Doggy Style: He loves to fuck you from behind. He loves to see your ass jiggle.

He also loves missionary: He loves to see your lovely face while he’s in you. He loves to places kisses all over your neck

That cocky bastard loves when you’re on top. He loves to grab your tits as you hop on him, he loves to be buried between your tits.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Like I said he’s a cocky af. So there is definitely serious moments when he wants to get straight to fucking. But there are times where he is just being a dumbass and making jokes and even teasing each other.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Negan likes to keep himself groomed. Yeah he’s salt and pepper on top just like he is at the bottom.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He can definitely have a romantic side. He likes doing small things for you. He tires to find things that you like. Well…he sends people to look for things that you like. He loves to run you a nice bath, and give you messages.

He mainly likes to go rough, but there are times when it’s nice and slow. He loves to hold your hands and kiss them.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Negan never leaves for more than a few hours. He mainly sends his people on runs. When he wants to get off he just finds you and you both get freaky deaky.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Negan loves to get called Daddy, sir, and master

He loves BDSM. He loves to be both top and bottom.

He loves to have hot candle wax dropped on him.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He loves to get freaky deaky almost anywhere that is safe. He will get on in his office, the meeting room, the shower, bathtub and especially the bedroom.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Negan is very easy to get motivated. All it takes is some sassy words. It takes a certain look in your eye. It takes you kicking someone’s ass. It can take absolutely anything to make him get a bit hard.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Negan wouldn’t put your life endanger. So he won’t have sex with you with a bunch of Walkers near.

He likes degradation but he would never want to seriously hurt your feelings.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He loves both giving and receiving. But I believe that he loves to give.

Negan loves to make eye contact with you while he’s eating your pussy.

“Come on darlin I know you can give me more” he would say in a very raspy voice. That man’s beard would be all soaking wet.

But of course if he’s had a rough day. You’ll make him feel good and relax. Maybe tease him a bit.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

The pace depends on your moods. If you want it nice and hard, he will give it to you nice and hard. But if you want it soft, slow and romantic. He will give that to you.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

As I said before Negan is a very busy man. So he’ll take a quickie if you're up to it.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Like I said before he never wants to put your life at risk. But he’ll try anything that you’re up to.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

I think that Negan can go forever giving you head. But when it comes to sex, I think that he can go for maybe two rounds and sometimes three.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Believe it or not I do not think that Negan would want to use toys on you. I think that he may be a bit jealous seeing something else have you the way he does.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Negan loves to tease. All the damn time. I mean you know that man. But of course he will always give in considering he loves your body so much.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Yes. Yes he is loud. I mean come on.

He loves to talk in your ear. Tell you how good you feel. “God baby girl, I love this pussy so much”. He likes to grunt and groan very loudly as well.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He secretly wants to have a threesome with Rick. He wants to watch as you take Ricks cock in your mouth while he fucks you hard from behind.

Even though he hates sharing, I think that's something that he will be into.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)’

He may have a small ass but his dick…good 6 to 7 inches.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He wants it every night. He doesn’t care how tired he is, he wants at least one round.

He would honestly be so cocky that he will have you do all the work, by riding him until you both reach your peaks.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He doesn’t fall asleep first. He tends to wait for you to sleep so that he can sleep.

He likes to take a walk around the sanctuary  to make sure everything is locked and tight. So that no walkers can come in or anyone trying to harm him.

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I literally posted a Dean Winchester NSFW Alphabet but I didn't know it was on private 💀💀

[babyboy-cody]

THAT LAST CONCEPT WAS SO GOOD BUT NOW WE NEED AFTERCARE WITH GRAYSON PLS PLS PLS

ask and you shall receive, my darling ✨ part one is here :)

When Grayson entered the room with two cold drinks in his hands, he couldn’t help but ‘awww’ softly at the sight in front of him. Sprawled across the bed in the same position he left you - legs still wide and hair a tangled mess - you were sound asleep. One of your arms was wrapped around his pillow, your lips parted as soft snores escaped them. His cum that was leaking out of you had quickly dried on the bed. He knew that you would get fussy and cranky if he had to wake you up and make you stand while he changed the sheets. And so, as he quietly made his way over to you and placed the beverages on the nightstand, he couldn’t help but to admire you, his pretty girl. Your eyes twitched underneath your eyes and every snore that escaped made your nostrils barely flare. That always made Grayson tease you and you would always nudge him and jokingly tell him to stop bullying you.

“Angel,” he whispers, sliding a cold hand up and down your warm back, gently coaxing you from your tiny nap. When your eyes barely open and a soft hum sounds, he smiles and pulls a few hairs away from your mouth and eyes. “Hi there.”

“Hi,” you sluggishly mumble, spreading your arms out and doing a little stretch that made your entire body shiver and a muffled “hghnnngghhhh” coming from you. Grayson laughs quietly and hands you your water. The condensation was still chilled and it felt so good on your hands as he helps you take sip after sip. “This is so good,” you groaned against your cup, eagerly drinking some more of the cold liquid.

“Not too fast,” Grayson laughs and pulls the cup away when it’s half empty. “Don’t want you to choke.”

“I’ve literally choked and gagged on your dick and also almost passed out from you choking me with that baseball glove you call a hand, and you’re the one worried that I’ll choke on water,” you giggled at the shocked look on his face.

“Fuck off,” he laughs as well, shaking his head and sucking his teeth. He gets up from his spot and makes his way to the bathroom like he did a few minutes prior. This time, he grabs a clean cloth and soaks it in lukewarm water and grabs a bottle of your favorite lotion. “Oh shit! Go pee, right now.”

“Help,” you whined and lift your arms up for him to carry you. “My legs still feel like jelly.”

“I wonder why,” Grayson jokingly says, laughing at the annoyed expression on your face as you give him a lighthearted glare. When you get up too fast, almost doubling over, he immediately grabs you by the arms and carries you bridal style to the bathroom. “How romantic is this?”

“I know right,” you sarcastically say as you take a seat on the toilet. “My freaky deaky boyfriend carrying me to the bathroom, like the gentleman he is, so that I won’t get a UTI. Talk about romance.”

Grayson snorts and stares at you with a loving expression. He had a goofy smile on his face, arms crossed over his chest with his butt leaning against the counter. He has a slight blush on his tan cheeks when you catch him looking.

“Stop looking at me like that,” you softly tell him and finish doing your business after using the warm and damp washcloth he grabbed for you to gently clean yourself off.

“I can’t help it,” he tells you, voice showcasing a tenderness you hear during times like this - when it’s just you two in your own private bubble. “I’m just madly in love with you. I just never felt like this before. I mean, I have fallen in love, but nothing ever to this point - if that makes sense. Like.. every single day, you make me feel like I’m fucking flying over the clouds.”

You slowly get up and carefully make your way to him, not caring how numb and tingly your legs are or if your hips and lower back are aching. Standing in front of him at this very moment made you feel like you could tap dance. Pressing your still bare chest against his, feeling that skin to skin contact, feeling that warmth of just him, you now understood what he was saying.

“You make me feel like I’m flying too, baby,” you so quietly say to him, fingernails gently scratching up and down his biceps as his arms wrap around you. “You make me feel like I’m going through space and back.”

“Yeah?” He questions, eyes now full of adoration. “How many times, huh?”

“So many times,” you squeal as he lifts you up with that strength that always surprised you for some reason. You knew how much he worked out, but seeing and feeling him using that strength was unlike no other.

You felt yourself being plopped back down onto the bed, giggling as though you were drunk off of the pure love Grayson was radiating. His energy bounced onto yours almost immediately and it was borderline overwhelming, but also so comfortable. After he lays a towel on the dry spot on the bedding, he takes a seat behind you with a comb in his hand. As he combs your hair, you’re grateful at the slow pace he’s going. He snags a few knots here and there, frantically apologizing and giving your neck and shoulders tender kisses to make up for the slight pain in your scalp. When your hair is all knotted out, he instructs you to pull your hair over one of your shoulders.

“This might be cold, sweet girl,” he warns you before rubbing his lotioned hands all around your back. He gently massages all the kinks in your shoulders, causing you to moan softly as he relieves the pressure. You barely wince when he presses a little harder on a tender spot. The lotion immediately warmed up from Grayson’s hands, the entirety feeling so good. “How’re you feeling, baby?”

“Really good,” you whisper, now on the verge of sleep as you slowly become drowsy. “‘m getting so sleepy.”

“Wanna go to sleep?” He quietly asks you, hands now smoothing down your arms as he tucks his face into your neck, kissing you gently between your earlobe and jaw. When you barely nod, he slowly pulls you back against the pillows. “Okay angel, we can go to sleep.”

He removes his sweatpants so that he’s now fully naked as well. Skin to skin contact always felt so intimate, and Grayson realized that a while ago. He had never done it before, so when you brought it to him as an idea, he was a little iffy and nervous. But then he got into the field of it, loving the way your body perfectly molds against his without any clothing barriers. Or how soft and supple your body. Or how protected he feels just by feeling your skin against his. When he shuts off the light and lays beside you, now tucked under the covers, he hums quietly when you wrap an arm around him and tuck your head under his chin.

“I love you, pretty girl,” he whispers against your forehead, arms wrapping tight around you, not wanting you to move away from him out of fear that you might fall.. or maybe because he just doesn’t want you so far away.

“I love you more, handsome man,” you whisper back to him, placing a small kiss on his chest and smiling when you felt the vibrations of his quiet laugh.

[bugsyfics]

Who Does It Belong To?

Negan x OC

Fandom: TWD

Summary: Harlow can’t stand the unbearable Georgia heat and Negan isn’t very helpful when asked to do something about it.

Warnings: Smut-ish/notsfw, mature themes, daddy kink

Word Count: 388

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Muggy Georgia heat clung to the air making it almost unbearable to withstand. The babydoll tank top Harlow wore was soaked with sweat and stuck itself onto her bare skin. There weren’t any more comfortable options other than going nude —which she didn’t mind, underneath the sheets. Harlow tossed back and forth under the covers, hoping that the movement might circulate some air around the steamy room. She felt rustling from beside her and a bare chest pressed into her back. Last night’s events almost slipped her mind but a rough hand running up her side reminded her all too much of the make-up sex she had.

“Shit, it’s hot as balls,” Negan spoke and grabbed Harlow’s side lightly.

“I guess it didn’t help that we did the freaky-deaky last night. Right, Har?” He teased, pressing his member to her ass.

“Negan, just shut up. I didn’t get any sleep. Don’t you have any fans to cool down?” Harlow huffed out sharply.

“I don’t know why your gettin’ upset with me, doll. You're the one who wanted to get fucked senseless. In fact, you begged me for it on your knees,” Negan taunted and pressed into her harder.

“That was last night and irrelevant to it being 98 degrees right now,” She turned to face him, “just do something about it.”

“About what? This big ass boner you’re givin’ me? To do somethin’ about it, I’m gonna need a little help, Har,” He bit his lip with a smirk.

“Ugh, this is why I can’t stand you. You can’t just fix every goddamn problem with sex!” Harlow snapped and rolled her eyes.

Negan furrowed his eyebrows for a moment. He climbed on top of Harlow and leaned down, intensely staring, making her eyes widen.

“Doll, do I have to remind you who this cunt belongs to?” Negan rasped lowly.

“N-no, Negan. Stop playing games,” she stammered, trying to hold her composure.

Negan laughed at her futile attempt to not give in.

“What’s that name you call me, I love so much, darlin’?” Negan questioned her and flashed a smile.

“D-daddy,” Harlow hesitated.

“That’s it! Say it again.” Negan instructed while licking his lips hungrily.

“Daddy!”

“Now who does this cunt,” he cupped her tingling pussy, “belong to? ‘Cause it seems like you must’ve forgotten.”

“I-It belongs to you, daddy!” Harlow gasped as she felt Negan’s fingers press into her.

“Ohh, that’s right, doll,” Negan smirked, cockily.

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A/N: Here’s something a tad kinky to keep you on your toes lol. Anyway, I hope you liked it 😎

— bugs