#i need to just be constantly screaming into a pillow at the sweetness

[valyrie630]

❗️SPOILERS FOR YOUNG ROYALS S3 EP5❗️

using arcade at the end was just pure evil

[quaintii]

Miguel Imagine Part 2

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dom!Miguel x fem!reader

(long fic) :3

Contents: rough sex, choking, hair pulling, slapping, breeding kink, bdsm, oral sex, angry sex, degradation kink, praise kink, angry sex, mating press sex position, sexual tension, mirror sex, nelson position, masturbation, sex toy, fang kink, sir kink, etc.

MDNI.

a/n: sorry if this is quite long, just trying to feed u hungry miguel whores (aka me) this gon be nastyy

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You were too anxious to go to his office, but you had to. Every Spider man/woman had to submit in their reports at least every week to Miguel or Lyla because it was a mandatory checkup. You haven’t seen him since that incident, it runs through your mind constantly. You sometimes use your vibrator to relieve yourself of that immense need that you crave so desperately

~Tonight you were pulsing throughout the whole day. You couldn’t stop aching for his touch, you want to go on your knees and beg for him to tease you, to use you like a fucking slut.

You turn on your vibrator and place it on top of your clothed clit, imagining it was his hands opening your folds whilst licking your slickness.

“F-fuck..this feels so painful..” Despite the vibrator making you jerk and twitch and spwel a couple of loud moans, it didn’t feel enough. You really wished he hadn’t stopped that day. You pushed two fingers inside your wet cunt, dragging them in and out slowly while poking that soft spot that made you mewl.

”M-miguel, fuck…I want your cock inside of my pussy..please fuck me until I can’t w-walk..” You say as you start reaching your climax. Your cunt clenching hardly on your fingers as the vibrator finally made your clit release that sweet sensation through your system. You started twitching and moaning, still not removing your vibrator off your clit so you could overstimulate yourself. “Nghnmf..please fill me with your cum Miguel..” You mewl. You then approach your second orgasm, making you hold in your breath and your heartbeat fastening and pulsing loud in your ears, feeling the blood rushing.

You arched your back and rested your head on your pillow, grabbing onto your sheets and palming them on your mouth to prevent you from screaming ecstasy. You then try to steady your breath back in order as you stare directly at your ceiling. Once again, disgusted because you just masturbated about your boss. But you had yet wanted a taste of him.

Today was the day. Your weekly checkup. Unfortunately, Lyla was offline so you couldn’t submit it to her so you had to face him.

As you were getting ready, you dolled yourself a bit but not too excessively to the point someone would weirdly point out. You wore a professional blazer dress with small heels, but allowed your cleavage to pop out a bit. Teasing him was your favorite thing to do. You began approaching his office.

Your heels tapping on the floor, causing echoes to spread across the huge room. Miguel was looking through the perspective cams at the top of his floating floor, you always thought it was stupid that he would slowly go down. “C’mon Miguel, I seriously don’t have all day for you to make this ‘entrance.’ You place two fingers on your nose bridge, sighing. “Should I remind you who makes the rules around here again? I don’t understand what gives you so much balls to talk to me like you command me.” He rolls his eyes at you. “Don’t be so egotistical, Mig..you have to stop being so full of yourself. Work on that. Here are the files, take a look through them and I’ll get going,” Miguel hums and looks back and forth at the files and your face.

“Me? Being full of myself?” He chuckles with a smirk. “How about you work on not looking like a total whore.” You audibly gasp as soon as he blurts out that word. Whore.

"I am one of your employees, you should respect me! I can’t handle your awful behavior sometimes, you’re so annoying.” You say.

“What makes you think that I also can’t fucking stand you whenever you open that fucking mouth of yours?!” He says angrily as he approaches closer to you, towering you. “You really need to be taught manners because you can’t seem to behave.” He glances at your breasts, a shaky sigh leaving his lips.

Miguel is trying his best to restrain himself from breaking you right now because you just look so vulnerable, he wants to take that smug look of yours off your face. Replacing it with him thrusting deep into you, making you not be able to even think a coherent thought.

The way his suit would perfectly shape around his muscles had you pool more into arousal. There was a loud silence between the both of you and you dared not to speak. “I thought you were going to keep up with that bratty attitude? Where’d it go?” He snickered. “Shut the fuck up, Miguel. Forget it, I’m leaving.” You turn your back to face the door, being completely covered in red webs. “Let me out you weird fuck!”

”You see, I’m so frustrated how you always seem to stress me whenever you come inside of this office. You’re going to regret being a fucking brat and learn some manners ‘round here, ‘kay?” Your back hitting the door, your breath hitches as Miguel struts towards you. You try running an opposite direction til you feel a web grab around your waist and place you on a chair.

Your hands now tied up behind your back and your legs separated, also tied to the chair. “L-let me go..now.” You spurt out. “Why should I? I can smell something that says the exact opposite.” He gets closer to your face, lowering himself to your level. “I mean you arrive in that dress of yours to tease me again? Do you even understand how badly I want to rip it off your body?” You shiver a bit from his cold tone. “I’m s–sorry Mig.” Miguel grabs your chin harshly. “Don’t call me that.” His chest heaving a bit more noticeably.

You aruptably gasp as he suddenly spreads your legs, his face getting closer to your clothed cunt. He nibbles and licks your outer thigh. You try not to give him satisfaction and hold in your whines. “You’re still being a brat? Let me hear you, carino. Todavía no vas hacer caso?” (You're still not going to behave?) He presses two fingers against your clit, rubbing it slowly. He rips off your panties and licks your wetness with his warm tongue. You still refuse to let out your moans, you resisted the urge to give in even though you desperately wanted to.

”No seas asi, tesoro. No te va encantar lo que te voy hacer si me vuelves ignorar. Quiero escuchar tu sonidos bellos.” (Don't be like that, love. You're not going to like it if you ignore me again. I want to hear your sweet sounds.) He swirled his tongue on your clit and spread your folds with his girthy fingers. Miguel loved seeing you squirm and still attempt to hide your mewls. He rapidly slid in two fingers inside your cunt. You finally let out a choked groan that’s been awaiting to be released from your aching throat.

”Fu-fuck..m-more Miguel.. touch me please.” You whine. “No tan rápido, mi reina.” He slurs as he places his hot mouth onto your pussy. Two fingers inside of you, being pulled in and out in a fast pace while his thumb massaged your clit and his tongue nibbling on your folds.

You lean your head back, accepting into submission. You wanted to cum around his fingers, for him to feel how good he makes you feel and how your cunt would clench so tight around his cock. Miguel rips off your clothes right off your frame, leaving you fully exposed in front of him. His voice groaned as he has a clear view of your curvy body. He moves his head up to suck on your nipples, pushing his tongue on your nipple causing you to twitch. His face was a mix of arousal and anger that still lingered. He moved his fingers slightly quicker, keeping a solid pace.

You felt like you were going to come, the pleasure felt so good and you were yet so needy for more. “Please Mig…make me cum..I can’t hold it in anymore.” You whined. “Please.. I can’t-“ You sobbed, the only thing keeping you in place being his hard grasp on your left hip.

“Please what?” You could feel him grinding against you as his fingers fucked you silly. No matter how badly he wanted to be inside you, he almost prepped you for him. He knew how big he was and how much he could destroy you.

His fingers only went even faster when you said that while he rested his head on your shoulder. He sunk his fangs deep inside your flesh, causing you to spring up and release your orgasm. Your screams and whines echo in the room, begging for him to stop because it was just too much for you. “I thought you could handle this..fuck..”

Your body was overtaken by a wave of electricity flowing through your veins. Your body shaking and your cunt throbbing. Your vision is blurred out with tears. You’ve never felt so breathless. Miguel loved how your pussy spasmed and clenched so tight on his fingers. He pulled out his fingers and sucked them clean. Seeing that explicit look of him only made you want more. “You taste so fucking good, so sweet. You’re such a fucking good girl for cumming around my fingers.” He whispers as he presses his lips onto yours. Both of your tongues are destroying each other, the both of you becoming breathless.

Miguel removed the webs tied around you and placed you right on top of his table. You look at him through your teary lashes, your mouth agape. “I want to taste you Miguel, I want to taste your fucking cock around my throat.” That alone was enough for Miguel to force you down onto your knees and slam his cock inside of your warm throat. You choke around his sudden thrusts pick up fast. Your tongue swirls around his length, taking all of him in your mouth. “Your mouth is made just for me, only mine. You’re such a dirty whore, taking me all like a fucking slut..” He groan and his head rolls back.

His hands run along your hair, grabbing it to push you deeper onto his cock. Small tears trickling past your cheeks. The gurgling and slurping you were making made Miguel harden, along with small whimper sounds parting from Miguel’s lips were the only noise around you both, it just made you even wetter.

You loved how his cock would repeatedly twitch inside your throat, so you hollow your cheeks which make him loudly groan and jerk his hips harder.

Your moans would make his cock feel so fucking amazing as it would make your mouth clench around his cock. He looked down at you, seeing how good of a slut you were taking him. He loved seeing you under him like this, taking him so well he thought. You clawed your fingernails deep into thighs, tapping on them so you could take a chance to catch your breath. “Miguel, please just put it in..” You moaned, reaching back to swirl your hands around his tip, getting a lovely groan out of him. You lowered your head on to him once more, teasing his tip with your tongue as your right hand pumped his cock all the way from the base to your mouth. You kept a close eye on him though, making sure he didn’t cum.

He immediately removed your mouth from his cock. That’s when you felt his bare cock teasing your entrance, covering himself in you. His voice was low and husky, laced with want. “I’m going to fill this pretty pussy of yours.”

Miguel didn’t want to cum inside of your mouth, he wanted to pump his hot cum deep inside your womb. He wanted to breed you like an animal. He quickly pulled you back up from your knees, placing your legs on his shoulders. You were now in a mating press position. He slammed his hips against yours, reaching your cervix.

Miguel could get a perfect view of his dick aligned with your warm cunt, how your cunt would suck him perfectly. Your eyebrows furrowed as you cried out, taken back by his cock pounding up into you. You slumped down, resting your head on his shoulder, to cock drunk to do anything else. "F-Fuck you're so good at this!" You shriek when he had his fingers pinching each of your nipples as he bit on the soft spot of your neck.

"Mm, I know, cariño." The way he whispered in your ear made you shiver above him. You held onto his arms but at some point Miguel slipped one arm down, rubbing your clit to increase the tension as he thrusted deep inside you. You were so cock-drunk, you couldn’t let out any word besides moans.

Miguel altered your positions so you were now facing a mirror. “You like it, huh, cariño?" He growled as his pace fastened deeper into your cunt. The sight of him fucking you in the mirror drove you crazy, crazy that you were clenching so tight - “You’re my little dirty slut aren’t you, muñeca?” "Yes sir, I love your cock inside of my f-fucking pussy..."

"Say that one more time and I'll have you screaming my name. He said dangerously.

"Please sir. Let me…" He pulled away from you and flipped you over so you were now underneath him. Still in front of the mirror, MIguel grabbed your throat, pulling it so you could arch your back.

Miguel moaned as you clenched your walls around him, the feeling of heat as your bodies collided driving you crazy. Your nails scratching at nothing but the floor. He plants his lips onto your sensitive neck, leaving it bruised for later.

Each thrust deepens, stronger and more irresistible. Miguel wrapped his hands around your neck, making you choke but excited at the same time. You looked in the mirror to see Miguel in such an erotic position on top of you. It was hot. Your walls clenching around him makes Miguel stutter his hips against your back, finally painting your plushy walls, white. The overwhelming feeling leaving you completely breathless, your body twitching and moving without your control. Your chest heaving heavily as you gasped for air. You eventually pass out.

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You wake up to a warm feeling spreading across your body. You open your eyes hazily, turning your head towards Miguel who's massaging your back with oil. You let out a soft groan, it felt so relieving. You haven't been this relaxed since..ever. "Estás despierta muñeca?" (You're awake, doll?) You hum, resting your face on the pillow. "Hope you liked it." Miguel chuckled. "You left me with numb legs so I loved it. Gracias, Miguel." (Thank you, Miguel.) You say. "Te nada, mi vida." (Your welcome, my love.) The tension between of you finally cleared and your relationship grew closer than ever.

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[intoanotherworld23]

Things We’ve Missed

Pairing: Reader x Joel Miller

Warnings: MATURE CONTENT NSFW 18+ ONLY DNI, there is oral female receiving, kitchen shenanigans, sexual frustration, mention of sex, swear words

Length: 2100+ words

Summary: There’s a lot of things you and Joel miss the taste of, and something Joel misses the taste of is between your legs

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It was just like any other morning as you stretched your sore muscles. Once again having to sleep on the cold and hard ground with a jacket acting as a pathetic pillow. A rough and torn blanket barely covering both of your bodies. Feeling your mind slowly awakening to the sun gleaming in through the window.

It wasn't the best place to sleep since it had no furniture in it, but it had doors and a roof over your head. That was the only thing you two needed at the moment. Both of you becoming accustomed to not being able to sleep in an actual bed.

Only good thing that could come from this situation was the man laying right next to you. A man who would give up everything just to make sure you were safe and comfortable. Smiling to yourself as you watched him continue to slumber in peace.

Joel was never really one for complaining about things. He took it with an iron chin, and reminded you at least you were still alive. Even though life really wasn't all that worth it with clickers roaming the lands.

"Joel." Kissing his warm cheek as you whispered in his ear waking him up. "It's time to get up."

Feeling his body stir as his head snapped to you. Sitting up immediately as he looked straight into your eyes just to make sure you were okay. Letting out a sigh of relief when he knew you weren't in any danger.

His hand rubbing his face as he pinched the bridge of his nose. Automatically a hand brushing through his salt and pepper hair smoothing it out. Just thankful that his body wasn't as sore as it could have been.

Looking over at you wincing when he saw the tiny cuts on your face. The sounds of your screams echoing in his ear, and the image engraved into his brain as he watched a clicker grab your ankles making you fall face first into the ground.

"What time is it?" He asked his throat scratchy and his voice groggy.

"You're the one with the watch you tell me?" Giving you a glare at your sarcastic remark.

"Smart ass." Turning his body to grab the watch laying on the nightstand. "Jesus it already eleven in the morning."

"I wanted to let you sleep in for a bit." Murmuring feeling shy all of sudden since Joel liked to get up early and start the day sooner.

After yesterday with your almost near fatal incident with some clickers you knew he needed the rest. Even though he was adamant that he was okay, and that he was a man who didn't need that much sleep. Of course you knew better than that.

His body was becoming weaker by the day, and he needed to take it easy. If he kept going like this he was bound to die by exhaustion, and you weren't going to let that happen.

"How's your cuts?" Genuine concern in his voice as he looked over your face making sure there wasn't anything growing.

"I'll live." Smiling at him reassuringly as he grabbed your hand holding it in his.

"I've never been so worried baby." Laying his head back down still looking up at you.

"Joel I'm fine I promise." Patting the top of his hand as you threw the blanket off and slowly stood up.

"Are you sure?" Giving him a look that said stop asking and to not worry.

Joel was constantly worrying about you, and always had his eyes on you. It was incredibly sweet at times, but you could take care of yourself. He could be bleeding out in front of you, and the only thing he would be concerned about is you. He's lost everyone, and the last thing he wanted was to lose you too.

"I'm gonna make some coffee." Turning to walk out of the room heading to the kitchen.

Just thankful this place even had a working coffee machine along with some coffee grounds. It has been too damn long since either of you have had some decent coffee. It was the small things in this world that made you happy, and this was one of them.

Keeping your back to the door as you watched the coffee dripping down to the pot. Hearing the creak from the wood floors knowing that Joel was now up, and heading towards you.

Leaning your hands against the edge of the counter as large hands wrapped around your waist. Pulling your figure against his hard body making you giggle. Pressing his face between your neck and shoulder pushing your head slightly to the side.

"You know there is one thing I've missed more than coffee." Whispering sensually into your ear.

His lips barely touching the skin of your neck feeling goosebumps appear. Parting your lips with a small gasp as he pressed the palms of hands against your lower stomach. His evident bulge painfully pushing against his jeans.

"What's that?" Feeling like you knew where he was going with this.

"That sweet..tight..delicious.. cunt of yours." Nipping on your earlobe his teeth tugging on it.

"Hmm is that so?" Playing this little game as you wiggled your hips against him causing a deep growl to emerge from his throat.

It had been too long since either of you had done anything physical with each other. Both of you on edge constantly or being interrupted by bandits or clickers. It was frustrating and you both wanted to feel something other than fear for once.

"Come on sweetheart let me have a taste?"

Turning around to face him noticing how dark his eyes became. They were full of hunger and desire. He really was craving you in the moment, and you certainly didn't want to deny him that pleasure.

Grabbing the back of his neck as you pulled his lips against yours. His hands grabbing your hips as he tapped your backside signaling for you to jump. As you did he lifted you up and placed you right on top of the counter.

The pressure between your legs was starting to ache as he craved him even more now. Feeling him press his erection against your front whimpering inside of his mouth.

Keeping your lips attached hungrily making out not caring if his beard was scratching against your skin. His lips felt so nice and plump meshing into yours. Feeling a wet spot forming on your panties as you felt that coil in the pit of your stomach.

He was touch starved just as badly as you, but right now he just wanted to dive in between your legs.

"Joel." Mewling like a cat as he traced his lips along your neck down to your collarbones.

"I know baby I know." Hands grabbing your pants as he roughly tugged them down your body tossing them to the other side of the room.

Getting down on his knees as his hands gripped your knees pushing them apart. Gently rubbing his hands up your thighs as he dragged your panties down lifting your hips up. Looking up at you briefly then looking down devouring your soaked cunt licking his lips.

"Fuck I can smell how wet you are." Leaning back on the palms of your hands as he softly kissed along your inner thigh.

Watching his every move your chest heaving up and down waiting in anticipation. Eyes glazed over as he kissed the top of your mound inhaling your sweet scent.

"Joel please." Begging him as he took his time but you couldn't wait any longer.

"Don't worry baby I will." Grinning up at you as he open his mouth wide his tongue licking you from the bottom to the top.

Tossing your head back at how warm his tongue really was. A pathetic whimper escaping your mouth as he drew back and repeated the same motion. He really was wanting to take his time with you, but who knows how long that would last.

"Almost forgot how delicious this perfect pussy was." Growling as he massaged your inner thighs.

His tongue felt like absolute magic as he swirled it around in figure eights. Barely brushing against your now overly sensitive clit. Hips jolting up every time the tip of his tongue lingered around the swollen bud.

Joel was enjoying this far more than what you thought. Making little noises to himself every time you purred or started moving your hips to the motion of his tongue.

His knees were starting to hurt a little bit from the tile floor, but he pushed past it when he looked up at your blissed out expression. How easily he could get you to come undone for him, and how quick your body reacted to him.

The scruff of his beard scratching along your inner thighs making your body tense a little bit. His hands kept having to shove your thighs apart every time he felt you closing your legs around his head.

"Oh my god that feels so good." His tongue slurping between your folds as his saliva ran down your skin.

Grinding your hips against his face as you wanted to feel more. Joel smirking to himself know exactly what you were wanting. Thrusting his tongue as deep as he could go. Crying out as his nose pressed against your clit.

A hand coming down to grip onto his hair trying not to tug too harshly. Looking down to watch his tongue disappear inside of you. Your mouth wide open with barely audible sounds coming out. Breathing heavily though as you clenched around his tongue your legs trembling.

"You're just like heaven baby." Mumbled against your core giving you kitten licks as he then pushed two fingers inside of you curling them up.

"Oh fuck." Closing your eyes tightly as he thrust them in and out at a fast pace.

Your body rocking back and forth against the counter. Trying to keep your body up right, but your arms were already becoming weak, and you were about ready to lay against the counter if it wasn't for the wall behind you.

"Keep those legs open for me baby." He instructed you now being tasked with having to keep yourself spread open for him.

It was already starting to burn, but you had to push through it. Joel knew you could do it as he mumbled praises up at you in encouragement. It was like the room was spinning and any moment your body would slip off the counter.

You were in the clouds right now, and you didn't want to come down. Not wanting to come back to earth and stay in the haven of pleasure and ecstasy. Joel savoring your pussy like a starved man who was eating a warm meal.

"You are so damn tight." Groaning through clenched teeth as he pushed a third finger in.

It wasn't going to be long before you were coming all over his fingers. Your senses were heightened and it was almost becoming too much as he attached his lips to your exposed clit. Drinking you in your juices making a suctioning sound your cheeks and ear burning.

Your hand pushing against his head but he didn't stop or slow down. Instead the hand trying to push him away was now being restrained by his free hand.

Both of your legs raised up as they wrapped around his back. Your feet pushing him further into you. Joel couldn't help but chuckle at how desperate you were for release. He was going to help you through it the best that he could.

"Almost there baby you're almost there."

Watching your face as you were rapidly coming undone. Your legs were shaking as you were clenching around his thick fingers. Toes curling to the point they started to cramp, but you pushed through it.

"Oh fuck Joel I'm gonna cum." Screaming out as your back started to arch Joel now sucking on your clit like a vacuum on high.

"You can do it baby."

It was overwhelming as your body felt like it was on fire. Your lower stomach moving up and down as your orgasm had smacked you in the face. Slowly still grinding your hips as Joel swallowed every last bit you had to offer him. Groaning loudly feeling the vibrations from his mouth.

"That's a good girl." Praising you as he slowly and gently pulled his soaked fingers out of you. "Did so good for me."

Joel standing up and he kept his eyes focused on you the whole time. Standing right between your sore thighs his hands moving to your backside squeezing your cheeks. Snickering as he patted the flesh playfully squeezing them in his hands.

Pressing his lips on yours tasting yourself on his tongue. Your body was so tired you couldn't even move one inch from where you were sitting, and you could still feel your body randomly twitching.

"So much better than coffee." He joked making you snicker and before you could say anything else the coffee pot went off making you both burst into laughter.

[steddieas-shegoes]

Request: Hellfire night is happening post spring break from hell, it's at the apartment of Steve & Eddie. Steve has an intense migraine & chronic pain flare ups. He can barely make it through the door. Eddie has to bring Steve but Steve is in pain and wants to stay close to Eddie. So they play dnd with Steve essentially curled up on the couch near Eddie.

MY DARLING!!!! STEVE SUFFERING TIME!!! I know I shouldn't make him suffer so much, but it's just that he's so easy to make suffer. But this one is so so soft, and so comforting. Steve is loved so much, it makes the hurt not so hurt-y. As a migraine sufferer myself, there are times when I genuinely consider just laying on the floor and hoping I pass out so I don't have to feel it anymore. I do base a lot of Steve's experiences off of my own (though mine is less head trauma and more genetics), but I hope other people can see themselves in it and get some comfort, too. I also used a new little cute term of endearment inspired by one of my favorite regular customers at my last job who called his wife of 64 years sweet love from the day they met, even when he was talking to other people about her. - Mickala ❤️

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If he’d gotten his shift covered at work today, he probably wouldn’t be in so much fucking pain.

But he needed the money, and when he first woke up, the pain wasn’t that bad. He’d had worse.

After hours of customers asking him to reach the top shelf, screaming babies and children not getting the ice cream or candy they wanted, and a few too many old men complaining about the prices of bread, Steve’s headache escalated from minor pain to unbearable, and had spread throughout his body.

He’d gotten somewhat used to the aches he sometimes woke up with, the throbbing pains in his joints when he spent too long on his feet or tried to do too much exercising. Some days were less tolerable than others, but today was the worst he’d had in a while.

Every breath stung, his lungs pushing against his ribs, his ribs pushing against his skin, his skin on fire.

And when he arrived at his apartment, he knew it was about to get worse.

He could hear Eddie, his booming voice painting a picture for all of Hellfire. He didn’t need to see him to know he was probably standing on his chair or, more dramatically, the table.

Any other time, Steve would be endeared, would walk in and say hi to everyone, give Eddie a kiss on the cheek before he made his way to the shower and then make snacks for the group.

Tonight, though, Steve didn’t even know if he could make it past the couch.

Or to it, for that matter.

Maybe he could just use the rug at the door as a pillow for the night. Everyone could step over him as they left, or maybe they could all just stay the night so he wouldn’t get woken up.

He was shaking with the effort to make it through the door, the key missing the lock the first couple of tries because his hands kept wobbling.

Eventually, he got inside.

He leaned back against the door, his body screaming at him to be horizontal instead of vertical. He let out a groan, which hurt more than he planned.

The dining room area got quiet.

“Stevie? That you?” Eddie’s voice sounded concerned, even without seeing his face to confirm.

He couldn’t answer. It hurt to even think about answering.

He let his eyes close, the pain in his head dulling for just a moment with the light from the living area being extinguished. It wasn’t even that bright, just one lamp in the corner and one on the table by the couch, but it still felt blinding when he opened his eyes again.

Eddie was standing in front of him now, hands reaching towards him but hesitating to actually touch.

“What’s hurting, sweet love?”

All Steve could do was let out a small whimper, and even that was more pain than it was worth.

“Everything?” Eddie whispered, getting closer, but still not touching. Steve could almost feel the heat coming off of Eddie’s constantly too-hot skin.

“Mm.”

“Alright, you wanna go to the couch?”

Yeah, he did, but he didn’t think he could make it. But as always, Eddie read his mind.

“I’ll carry you if it’s okay to lift you,” he suggested quietly.

“Mm.”

“Okay, assuming that’s a yes,” Eddie responded at the same volume as before, though Steve knew he was smirking, could hear the way his mouth was curled up at the corner, amused.

Before Steve could even try to form a response, Eddie’s arms were under his legs and back, lifting him up and cradling him against his front.

Pain shot through his entire body, but he bit his lip so he wouldn’t make a noise. He didn’t want Eddie to feel bad about something outside of their control.

“‘S okay, angel. Let it out.”

He let out another whimper, louder than the last. He heard footsteps coming into the room and assumed everyone here for Hellfire had decided to check in.

He opened one eye, but immediately regretted it, inhaling sharply as he squeezed his eyes shut again.

“Can someone shut off the lamps?” Eddie asked as he managed to set Steve down slowly, gently on the couch.

Eddie’s fingers were barely brushing along his forehead, moving his hair away from his face with the lightest possible touch.

Steve felt a tiny bit of relief from laying down, though his head decided to start pulsing as it lay flat against the cushion.

“Lap?” Steve asked, forgetting for a moment what he’d walked home to: the weekly D&D campaign.

Eddie needed to be a DM for them, he couldn’t sit out here with Steve.

“Alright, everyone grab the stuff, we’re using the coffee table. I don’t need my notes or screen so leave it, and so help me, if I suspect any of you looked at them, I will kill you all in a trap,” Eddie said from the floor next to Steve.

Steve could hear light footsteps moving out of the room and then Eddie’s whispers in his ear.

“Gonna lift your head for just a minute while I sit. Want you to turn so your face is looking at me, it’ll block out the light when we turn them back on. I can rub your shoulders and back that way too.”

Steve couldn’t really nod, but he tilted his head up just a bit to show he was okay with it, though they both knew it would be painful.

Eddie was fast though, didn’t want him to suffer a single second longer than he absolutely had to.

Before Steve could process the zing of pain through his head and neck, he was already situated as comfortably as possible on Eddie’s lap, face turned into his stomach.

One of Eddie’s hands gently cupped the back of his head, holding him steady so he could completely relax.

He did, or as much as he really could with the level of pain he was at.

“You take anything?” Eddie asked as his other hand started slowly rubbing his shoulder, just a light pressure to ease him into more touch.

“Mhm.”

He’d taken something at lunch, and then again when he got off of work and didn’t think he’d be able to drive home without something in his system.

It seemed like it was actually kicking in now, though that could also be Eddie’s practiced attention to all the worst areas of pain.

The kids were slowly coming into the room, Steve could hear them setting things on the coffee table as quietly as possible, whispering amongst themselves.

It was suddenly extremely hot in the room, and Steve knew that was just part of the crash as the medicine kicked in further. Normally, he was alone or only with Eddie, and could strip and lay on cool sheets with a fan blowing on him, but he couldn’t with the kids here.

He knew if he asked, they would go. They were good kids, and they’d understand, and Eddie could reschedule for the next day since he was off.

But he didn’t want them to have to rearrange everything because of him, not when Eddie was so excited about a new character introduction for tonight.

“Alright guys, gonna have to keep it to a whisper,” Eddie said, the rise and fall of his stomach as he breathed lulling Steve into a calm state, though not quite sleeping.

Eddie continued to run the campaign, everyone being as quiet as possible, only Dustin having to be reminded once to keep his voice down when he got a bit overexcited about getting past the guards surrounding the water they had to dive in to get to some kind of map.

It was all very complicated to Steve, and he couldn’t keep on a good day.

Eddie’s hands rested on his body the entire time, slowly rubbing circles into any part they could reach, fingers running slowly through his hair.

Steve drifted at some point, and when he woke up, the room was pitch black and Eddie’s hands had stilled, resting on his arm and head.

Steve blinked up at him, moving his head only enough to squint up at Eddie’s face.

He was passed out, mouth wide open, head leaned back along the back of the couch.

He had no idea what time it was, or how long they’d been like this, but he wasn’t going to wake him up.

He noticed the pain in his head had dulled to just the occasional sharp pinch in his forehead and most of his joints seemed like he could move them without wanting to crumble to the ground.

He slowly rolled onto his back, but Eddie let out a loud snore and immediately opened his eyes when he felt the movement.

“You okay?” He rasped.

“Better,” Steve smiled up at him, reaching a hand up to cup his cheek. “Thanks for taking care of me, baby.”

“Anytime, sweet love. You wanna move to the bed?”

“Can we take a bath first?”

Eddie looked over at the clock.

“It’s past midnight, are you sure?”

“Yeah. Just wanna relax in a bath with you for a bit.”

Eddie leaned down to kiss him.

Sometimes he did that; Just kissed him instead of using words to reply, showing him instead of telling him in the best way.

These kisses were different from his other kisses. They were softer, less hungry, loving in a way that Steve didn’t think words could even say.

“Let’s go relax in the bath, then.”

“Did the game go okay?” Steve asked as he slowly sat up.

“Yeah. Kids were worried about you.”

“I’m okay. You told them I’m okay, right?”

“I told them you’d be okay. They just love you,” Eddie said, standing up and stretching his arms above his head.

“I love them, too.”

“You’re kind of our north star, Stevie.”

“Oh?”

“Mhm. We’re a bit lost without you. That’s why it’s hard to see you hurting like that. Not just for me, but for all of us.”

“I’m fine now.”

Eddie didn’t respond, left a kiss on his forehead, and started walking towards their bathroom.

“Come be fine in the bath with me!” He said over his shoulder.

Steve obliged. He’d be fine anywhere as long as Eddie was there to take care of him.

[coryosmin]

nsfw | mdni | rough sex w sej x fem!reader

this is definitely rushed so i apologize!!

you and sej only started dating a bit ago. like a week or so ago. you both had feelings for each other for a long time but nothing came into fruition until sejanus quite literally yelled his feelings at you. you both had been in a dumb fight. he was angry at something done in class and you were stressed out about an exam you had taken. and then next thing you knew, you both were screaming over loving each other. it was actually kinda cute.

sejanus has always been so sweet to you. constantly gifting you treats that his Ma made, being there when you needed someone, giving you hugs whenever he greeted you. in the academy, he’s like constantly following you around like a lost puppy and it’s just so adorable. it makes your heart flutter whenever you see him. he’s just so fantastic.

which is why it was surprising when you had finally gotten him in to your bed and he was acting much different than usual. you had your ass in the air, your knees on the mattress and head in the pillows as he pounds into you so roughly. you were a moaning mess as sejanus had a hand gripping your throat, not enough to choke you but enough to apply a little bit of pleasure. “fuck you’re so wet for me. so much like a whore. is that what you are, hmm?” he asked, his cock plunging into you with force. but he stopped for a moment, suddenly feeling bad for being so rough. “is it okay if i’m being rough, baby?” he asked softly, putting a loving hand on your back.

you simply whined at the fact that sejanus stopped. “please keep going. love it so much.” your voice was so needy as you pushed yourself against sejanus’ cock.

sejanus groaned, gripping your hips, smirking. “god you’re such a whore,” he teased, thrusting into you again at a hard speed. you moaned loudly, clenching around his cock. the hand around your throat tightened a little bit.

and from there on out, you and sej had rough sex often, fucking each other like wild animals and it was always amazing.

[s-4pphics]

let the rain sing. 1 (a.a.)

U KNOW BETTER SO U DID BETTER😛😛😛💯💯💯

hi lol 

wc;cw: 1.9k, dadsbestfriend!abby, lawstudent!oc, large age gap(oc is 25, abby is mid 40s), abby is bi<3, mentions of insomnia, brief mentions of alcohol and dubcon, descriptions of sex, descriptions of eating out no fatburger, some sex lol MDNI, hitting it from the bbb b b bback, some cervix brushing?? idk uhh i forgot what it’s called, some dirty talk, some angst😧 

THREE MONTHS LATER

“A-bby! Fuckfuckfuuuck—m’gonna cum again!” Your screams were muffled by Abby’s pillow.

You could hear the smirk in her voice as she fucked you harder, skin smacking against each other, “Yeah, baby? Give it t’me, make me proud, c’mon c’mon c’mon— “

Abby fucked into you deeper, your ass clapping against her hips. Your mouth dropped open in a silent shout, your body stiffening as you shoved your face into her pillow, breathing in her angelic scent. Your orgasm ripped through your entire body in slow, but harsh waves, your hips moving on autopilot to drag out the feeling for as long as you could. Your nails dug into the pillow under your head as you wailed her name out. 

You could barely hear Abby’s sweet voice talking you through it over your screams and the pounding in your ears, “Yeaaah, that’s a good girl. This what you need? Just wanna get put t’bed? Huh?” 

You nodded brainlessly, your walls still on squeezing her cock as she grinded you out as deep as she could reach. The head of her dick brushing against your cervix almost made you burst again. You hated how you could feel another building in your gut; you barely finished this one! 

You were going to sleep so well tonight. 

Fucking your dad’s friend was… not a part of your plan of finally getting shut eye. Not in the slightest!

Abby started turning up at your parents' home very often two months ago. Sometimes she would come with friends, sometimes alone, and you grew tired of people constantly showing up in your space without warning. Your patience reached its limit after a couple of weeks, and you’d finally planned to have a conversation with your parents about your struggles with sleeping and your distaste for constant company after your lecture that day, but you were swiftly thrown into other plans by your friends. 

They were able to convince you to finally get out of the house and go to dinner with them. They hadn’t stopped their pestering after your curt denials, begging you to spend time with them due to how much they missed you. When you reluctantly gave in to their pleads, they made sure to pick out a revealing dress for you to wear while they did your hair, claiming that sugar mommies and daddies were on the loose! 

You were tipsy from the wine and your feet hurt from the heels, but you were proud of yourself for finally getting out of the house and being… normal. 

But you weren’t prepared to walk up and see your garage door wide open, Abby and your father lifting heavy boxes from one shelf to the other. She was in a muscle-tee that showed her gigantic biceps and jeans that hugged her thighs and ass. She was sweating, and her hair was pulled up into a ponytail do you could see her flushed, dripping neck and what the fuck—

Hi, sweet pea! Why’re standin’ there like that?

Your father’s gentle voice had pulled you out of your daze, your body going from groggy to alert when she turned around to look at you. You saw a smile instantly grow on her face at the mention of you, but the second you made eye contact, her face went stoic. Almost dark. 

You slowly entered the garage, and your dad came over to plant a light kiss on your forehead, box in hand. 

Abby was just helping me reorganize before me’n mom head out! How was dinner?

Good, you’d replied instantly, your eyes still on Abby, and hers on you. How was your day? 

He rambled about his day as he fixed the boxes on the shelf, but you couldn’t hear anything he was saying as you and Abby stared at each other. Your body had already been hot from her getup, but you nearly burst into flames when she studied you from head to toe. She took her time as her eyes shamelessly roamed over your appearance; her eyes had been glued on your legs. 

You would’ve been taken aback at her ogling if you didn’t already have some inkling that she was attracted to you at the very minimum. She never failed to check up on you, gently talk you out of your anxiety from your classes, compliment you, touch you with such care, whether it be rubbing your back as you cried to her from stress or were pulled into her warm embrace. It made you starry-eyed overtime, and you came to expect it whenever you saw her. 

But you weren’t prepared for her to push you up against the garage door, lift your dress up and move your thong to the side, dropping to her knees and licking into you until you came hard on her tongue after your parents went on their scheduled date night. 

It all happened so quickly, and the sequence of events were still blurry; you were almost convinced that it wasn’t real, but it was, and it felt so good to be touched like that. You recall her walking towards you after your dad rushed upstairs to shower, asking how you were, how you felt, why you were so dolled up. She smelled like daisies, and you almost passed out. 

Next thing you know, you were pressed between her and the door with her tongue down your throat. 

The first orgasm she gave completely shattered you, so much so that she was forced to carry your lax body upstairs and tuck you in herself. She changed you and took your makeup off, and the second your head hit the pillow, you were out like a light. 

You’d woken up twelve hours later to birds chirping and sunshine, and you couldn’t believe it. 

Guilt hit you like a freight train the second your eyes opened, and you forced yourself to sob quietly into your pillow so your parents would hear. It made you cry harder when the remorse slowly got overshined by… craving. More of Abby, of sleep, anything to get you to fucking sleep. 

To say you developed an addiction to sex with Abby was an understatement. You texted her almost every night these past weeks after your intense lectures begging for her to make you cum, to fuck you back to sleep like she did the first time, and she always accepted. You were shocked that she hadn’t blocked your fucking number yet; she never failed to reply to your proposals with an Of course honey. She was always so sweet, and it made you feel gross.

Not only was her sex a blessing in disguise for your crippling insomnia, but it was good. It was so, so good. She knew just how to fuck you, and she left you completely brainless every time. 

You hated that you couldn’t stop, but you needed this. You needed her to fuck you: you became a mere vessel from your lack of rest, and she revived you. You haven’t slept this well since you were a toddler. 

“Okay, honey? Need some more?”

You could feel Abby’s soft hands rubbing up and down your spine as she gently whispered to you, bringing you back down from your pleasure. You could barely move, and you felt that feeling of exhaustion take over your body, weighing it down into her mussed sheets as your eyes grew heavy. 

You gently shook your head at her. You were satisfied and tired, and you needed to get home so you could sleep. You had to work on your thesis tomorrow; you were going to zoom through your editing, thanks to her. 

You barely heard Abby whispering okay to you, gently pulling out and moving the pillows out from under your hips. You could feel her gently rubbing your sides, massaging into the sweaty, plush skin, allowing you to stretch out your limbs. 

Your breathing was still heavy, and your legs were shaking, but you subtly moved away from her touch and sat up, your feet planted on the floor. You saw Abby stand to remove her strap from her hips out the corner of your eye, and a shiver went up your spine when you saw glistening wetness between her legs. You looked down, grabbing your clothes off the floor in a hurry. 

You both redressed in silence, the shuffling of 

“Do you need some help getting home?” You heard Abby offer kindly from in front of you. You straightened out your shirt, cringing at the awkwardness. This was the worst part about your agreement. 

“No.”

Your reply was drier than necessary as you grabbed your phone from the dresser. You heard her sigh. 

“Oh… Alright. I’ll walk you downstairs.” 

Your tone softened at her dejection, and you turned to look at her. “I’m good, Abby. Thank you, though.” 

She smiled, but you noticed the small grimace, “Okay, um… Let me know when you get home?” 

You nodded, walking towards her bedroom door, “Sure.” 

“Goodnight.” 

“Night.” 

And you left, gently shutting the door behind you. You made your way to the front door: you always made sure to avoid the array of pictures of her, her ex-husband, and her babygirl. 

You grabbed your purse and keys from the rack on the wall and vacated through the front door. You shut it and snagged the spare key from under her mat, locking it and wobbling back to your car. 

You could still feel her inside you with every step you took, and it almost made you turn around and climb back into her bed. 

Your home was dark and silent, indicating that your parents were asleep. 

You locked and shut the door behind you, throwing your purse on the couch and hanging up your keys. You pulled your phone out to let Abby know you made it back safely before shutting it off and walking upstairs. 

You grabbed your speaker from your bedroom before heading to the bathroom, turning on the shower until it was boiling, and smoke filled the room. You put on your ocean playlist and stripped, hopping into the shower, and letting the droplets burn your skin. 

You washed yourself, the scent of lavender and the sound of crashing waves surrounding you, relaxing you further as you dove deep in thought. 

Whenever you and Abby had sex, you felt terrible afterwards. For being selfish, for being avoidant, for being an awful, disloyal daughter. 

You made your boundaries very evident to Abby after you first fucked: no sex in your parents' home, you always contact her first, no interacting at your family’s gatherings. None of it. You two practically became strangers outside the bedroom, and she agreed without complaint, telling you that she needed this just as badly as you did. You never asked her why, but you could guess.

Your euphoria always resulted in you feeling embarrassed and full of regret, but whenever you saw her, you couldn’t stop the nasty swirl in your gut that lured you to take from her. To use her however you wished. 

And she allowed it every time you asked. Completely at your disposal whenever you needed her. It made you feel worse. But you couldn’t stop. 

You finished your shower with a gray heart, drying off and shutting your speaker down before padding into your room. 

You grabbed some panties and a t-shirt from your drawer, dressing before climbing into bed. You plugged your phone into the charger and dove face-down into your pillows. You could almost feel Abby’s hand on the back of your neck, holding you down and keeping you still for her as she cried your name out. 

Your eyes flew open at the loud ding that rang through your room. 

You sighed and unlocked it, reading the text from Abby and putting your phone on silent. 

Sleep well. :)

You did. 

hi again omg

dassit lol smut next chap u already know

thank u 4 reading :)

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prologue. part two. part three. interlude. part four.

[soobswvrld]

ENHYPEN WITH A S/O WHO BAKES !

L.HEESUNG

STOP HE'S SO CUTE

he makes sure the dorm has whatever u need to bake so u can do it there

has whole playlists that are made specifically for you stress baking, holiday baking, sad baking, happy baking, or just baking

back hugs you the whole time

mumbles sweet things in ur ear OR SINGS

prob tried to help you but ended up spilling 3 different ingredients in a span of 4 minutes so he yelled, causing you to spill a little too, he then proceeded to fuss over you cause some flour or smth got on ur clothes

does all the dishes <3 <3 <3 while complaining LMAOOO

he demands kisses as payment

def takes a bunch of pictures of you baking

proudly shows off ur baked goods

once they come out of the oven he immediately eats it with no hesitation

and u have to watch him go " ha WUT HA Wt"

P.JONGSEONG

he would start cooking dinner or lunch while you bake

he would start rambling abt whatever and u would talk abt ur day

it's honestly one of his favorite things to do with u cause its so domestic

he would find things at the grocery store in the baking section and buy them

definitely would show u recipes that he thinks u would like

u two clean together and switch off roles

share the food with the rest of enha

ITD BE SO CUTE

u all eat the food together and it's vv wholesome

GIVES U THE BIGGEST PORTION OF FOOD

AND U GIVE HIM THE BEST PART OF WHATEVER U MADE

my man is LOVESICK (0x1=lovesong)

S.JAKE

THIS MAN

head in hands he makes a pillow fort and sets up a movie while u bake so u can eat it in there

ITS SO HOME-Y homey? home like?

creates a whole ambiance

sits in the corner and listens to u talk abt ur day

if u ran out of something u need he is out the door and buying it

prob takes the bowls and utensils once ur done using them and washes them

IM SORRY THIS IS SO SHORT

P.SUNGHOON

HE BOTHERS U SM

puts flour on u

screams when u put some on him

u two always have a flour fight

Once u threw some in his face he stood there frozen for a minute and wordlessly wiped his face

then moved towards u til ur back hits the counter and puts his hands on the counter on either side of u and is like

"don't do that, it's mean " in a deep voice

and ur blushing cause whAT

then he does his cute little smile and throws flour in ur face

ends up running away giggling

wipes ur face when u two are done throwing flour at each other

as u keep baking he cleans up the giant mess u two he made

if ur counting out loud how much u put in he'd start saying random numbers

you: 1...2....3

sunghoon at the same time: 48..29..30

actually keeps count tho cause he'd feel bad if he messed u up

eats the baked goods and exaggerates his reaction to the food to make u laugh

he wants to mix the batter so he can show off his muscles

K. SEONWOO

he puts on a kdrama in the background

got u two matching aprons

eats the batter

sunoo: *eyeing the batter*

you: don't even

sunoo: don't even what? I don't even know what ur talking abt

*silence*

sunoo, at the speed of light: dips his finger in and puts it in his mouth

you: sunOO NO

sits next to the oven waiting for it to be ready

u two do rock paper scissors on who is cleaning what

pretends he's gonna have the first bite then gives it to u

Y. JUNGWON

he's so *sobs*

if u stress bake when it's exam season he makes sure to take some butter out every weekend so it can become room temp just in case

constantly looking over ur shoulder to see what ure doing

u don't even see the mess u makes because jungwon got it

u spilled? it's already wiped

u just used that bowl? already washing it

PREHEATS THE OVEN CAUSE HE KNOWS U WILL FORGET

pls jungwon would sometimes purposely wipe flour or smth on u so he can wipe it for u

he just wants to be close to u leave him alone

makes sure no one bothers u while ur in the zone

finds recipes and shares it with u

eats whatever u make no questions asked

one time u gave him something Niki made and he slowly nodded and made a face of pure disgust

jungwon: ....you made this...?

you: yes, do u like it?

jungwon: ummmmmmmmmmmmmm

you: I spent hours making it just for you!

jungwon: that's so interesting ahhahhhahhahha

jungwon looked so disturbed HELP HE DIDNT WANA HURT UR FEELINGS BUT HE ALSO WANTED TO BE HONEST

jungwon: you know I love you, so sos oso sso much, right?

you: I love you too wonnie

jungwon: so don't take this the wrong way but this tastes like I ate expired cheese

you: ....

jungwon: IM SORRY ILL EAT ALL OF IT IM SORRY

you: haAHAHHAHHAHHAH

jungwon: ?

you: Niki made it

jungwon: oh.. I knew that

when u gave him what you actually made his face lit up

he had the biggest smile HES SO CUTE PLS

N. RIKI

bothers u the whole time pt. 2

constantly asking if ur done yet

dances while u bake and tries to get u to dance too

don't even think abt sharing what u made with everyone else cause Niki would eat it all

another one who would eat the batter

would also put the batter on u

and u would put some on him

and he would start talking abt how ur trying to ruin his career

Niki: I cant believe u would do this... you RUINED me.... MY GORGEOUS SKIN YOU-YOu RUINED IT!

you thought he was reenacting a drama LMAOOO

u just stood there waiting til he was finished

BUT HE KEPT GOING

so u cut him off saying

you: lets break up

Niki: what

and u just kiss him and keep baking

Niki gets so confused

he's all like I'm not complaining but WHAT WAS THAT

he gets over it

Niki's the type to make random tiktoks while u bake LMAOOO

ur mixing the batter and all of a sudden Niki is next to u and doing the anti fragile dance

u do a staring contest to see who does the dishes and who cleans the counter

he always ends up laughing so u get to choose what u clean

A/N!

First fic done B) hope u liked it !

[celabi]

Okay but how would scummy scara react when his darling is on the time of the month? Like would he take care of his darling well even if she screams and cries like a sweet boyfriend should or he's more the type "I can make it disappear for the next nine months Bae"? I'm just on those days and I'm in a lot of pain rn </3

-🌙

Scummy Scaramouche and the blood devil! (lol) ☆彡

Hope you feel better :( drink lots of water and rest!! <33

You could be screaming at the top of your lungs— kicking your legs and swinging your arms at him in frustration— and the only thing he will do is take it. He knows you don’t mean it, and it’s just your hormones taking over— so he doesn’t hold it against you at all, in fact, he holds nothing against you, because everything you do is automatically correct in his eyes amen 👍. No matter how many times you actually manage to land a hit on him, he’s not actually going to listen when you tell him to leave, because even if his poor body is begging for a break due to all of your uh, affection— he tells himself that you were obviously in more pain then he was, and how he should just toughen up for once and be a man, a man who could take care of his girlfriend and help her when she so very clearly needs it.

Tbh, he probably already knew what a period was before he met you. Duh, his mother has a girlfriend, and when she comes over, they talk so damn loud that Scaramouche might as well occasionally listen in and maybe learn something new. So he’s got the basics down; she bleeds from the vagina, it’s hurts like a cramp but worse, she will want lots of food and many stomach rubs, don’t make her angry. Yeah, he can do that no problem— so he comes over to your house not even five minutes after you send a text saying you need him. Uh, while yes, he may of misunderstood what you meant by that, that doesn’t mean he’s going to leave his sweet little girlfriend in pain as she rolls around on the floor, covering her stomach while whining for him to help her— so he gets right to it.

He’s quick to crouch down next to you and try to haul you up into his arms— and even though he’s not the strongest man in the world, he has no troubles doing so, before carrying you towards your bedroom and plopping you softly down onto your bed. He’ll fluff up your pillows and tuck you under the covers, a cute little kiss to your forehead before asking what kind of soup you would like— all while he’s flicking through channels on your television until he lands on your favourite show, a means to try and keep you occupied, and distract you from your aching cramps. Even though he cannot cook for shit, it’s be more meaningful to received a home cooked meal rather then some fast food take out, and soup really can’t be all that hard to make, right? I don’t know, he knows his mother has a hard time with it.

I think he enjoys rubbing your stomach more then you do. The feeling of his hands running all over your body, kneading at your warm and smooth skin— as well as the satisfied sounds you hum when he rubs over that one spot… he just can’t stop the way his chest races in excitement. It’s such a small little act of kindness, but he can’t help but feel accomplished by making you feel a little better then you did. He likes having you lay on his chest as he rubs circles onto your back, and stuffing his face into your hair while also trying to smooth you with sweet nothings. “You’re doing so good, baby, it’ll all be over soon.” (No it won’t, there’s 4 more days left but he doesn’t know that) “does it still hurt? Would you like me to run you a bath… i-I can join you, If you’d like.” (Pls say yes pls say yes pls say yes) “you won’t feel anything is you sleep.. so close your eyes, rest.” (You’re trying to, but he’s shuffling around and trying to constantly look at your face) (he thinks you look cute sleepy and wants to see) 😔

He hates seeing you in so much pain, so much so that he looked up on the internet if there was any methods out there that could permanently stop periods from visiting every month. The only thing that came up was pregnancy, and that was only for nine months… yeah, he blushed red from that and couldn’t stop the thoughts from running wild in his head. He wonders if maybe you were desperate enough to… no, he really shouldn’t be thinking like that. He’s young and broke, and babies are hard work… but, he thinks you would look so heavenly with a cute little baby bump… he also heard that being pregnant can make your breasts bigger…. 

“Uh, my love? If you’re really in so much pain, I have a solution… if you’re up for it.”

Scaramouche is a “what’s a warriors sword if not bloody” kind of man, you cannot change my mind 🤒 sorry

[taylormarieee]

Fuck that, I want you for Christmas-Day 9 Sean Anderson

Prompt: Sean is so needy for you this Christmas...

Pairing: Sean Anderson x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 384

Warnings: PiV sex, Moaning, Begging, Orgasm Denial, Pure horny, Porn with plot

A/N: I know this one is short. but I didn't have many Ideas for this one and I was tired when I wrote this so sorry...

Sean was very horny. And what was worse is you were over. So you weren't helping.

His best friend. But you looked so sexy in those Red reindeer pajama shorts and shirt set.

He watched as your ass jiggled when you walked around. He felt his cock twitch everytime.

You always caught him making him turn red as a tomato but you didn't mind because you were in love with him.

So it wasn't much of a surprise when you were screaming his name at the top of your lungs when his parents left.

He was slamming his cock inside of you as you begged him to fuck you harder.

You moaned at the feeling of the bulge in your belly. Constantly moaning at his praise and his degrading at the same time.

He filled you up so well and you loved how he was stretching you out so much.

The pain mixed in with the pleasure and you lived for it.Felling pure bliss and ecstasy as he rammed his cock into you.

"W-What if we get on the naughty list?" You whine out innocently. He laughs darkly before kissing you neck whispering in your ear.

"Fuck that baby, I want you for Christmas and you only. This beautiful tight pussy is all I need. No presents. Baby you are the present." He moans out feeling his high approach.

"I'm gonna c-cum baby!" You cry out. "Please let me come Sean, please!" You cry out.

"Not yet baby. I wanna cum inside you first. Plus you've been a bad girl shaking your ass in those shorts." He responds in a deep grunt.

You shed a few tears ad Sean feels bad after a few minutes. He finally allows you to cum at the same time as him

His thrusts falter and stutter and he cums deep inside you. "Oh yesss! Fuck baby!" You cry out.

He moans deeply and kisses your breasts. You moan as he continues to slowly move.

You whimper feeling overstimulated but he doesn't pull out just yet. He stays inside of you feeling the warmth of your pussy engulf him in sleep.

You rest your head on the pillow as he pulls the covers over you guys and you drift to sleep with Sean and his cum still inside you.

Taglist: @hotchstanaccount @number1gal @grixonsdoll @aerangi @pinkcatgirluwu @itzdarling @bellahadidnt16 @sweet-smxt-reader @myussytastelikeapple

[a-not-so-clean-blog]

Nu carnival as a tops and bottoms. AMAB reader

Warnings: explicit language and actions. Blood mentioned 

Yakumo

Top: Service top all the way. He just wants you to be happy normally, but now he can make you happy in bed! Yeah he's going to do his absolute best! It's awkward and he doesn't really know how to do foreplay but that's okay because his moans when he slides into you sound like he's in heaven. 

Bottom: He wants nothing more than to be able to wrap his arms around you while you pound his tight hole. It doesn't take long for him to be a moaning mess. He cries a little when he cums, but that's just because the pleasure is overwhelming.

Edmond

Top: Nervous boy. Sweaty hands and heavy breathing before you even start. His military training gave him great stamina though. Just tell him what feels good and he is more than happy to follow orders.

Bottom: He cums so fast! He's really embarrassed and ashamed about how fast he came. Physically he prefers being a bottom but it hurts his ego to do so. Slow or fast, he doesn't care as long as you keep going until he's empty. 

Olivine

Top: Such a sweet boy. He would prefer if you take control and ride him but is also more than happy to fold you in any position you want. He probably won't do anything in the church, but anywhere else is fair game.

Bottom: Man has entered Nirvana. He sees you giving him so much pleasure as a spiritual experience. There's no way it could feel this good if it wasn't blessed by the god of Klein. His body is built like a tank so don't be afraid of being a little rough, he likes it that way.

Quincy

Top: He is so gentle with you. He has to be. Man is huge and if he doesn't spend a lot of time on stretching you out he will break you. He might not be very vocal but he loves making you scream in pleasure. He loves every sound that drips from your perfect mouth.

Bottom: My eyes have been opened to a whole new possibility! He's probably not very vocal but his panting is so hot. He doesn't really mind the position but if you're on top then pamper him. Let him be a pillow princess for a little bit. When you are both spent he is caging you in his arms and napping. He doesn't care about cleaning up right now.

Kuya

Top: Jerk. Yeah fine when he lets you cum it's better than anything else you have ever felt, but is it worth it to deal with his taunts and teasing? He's also really into edging you when he tops. He loves the control he has over your body. I also think he would use magic to make you more sensitive.

Bottom: Still a jerk. He's trying so hard to keep a cool demeanor and is saying shit like “you really think that's enough to make me cum”. Meanwhile you are pounding him into the mattress and he is loving it. Feel free to be rough with him too or use any of his toys, he doesn't want vanilla.

Blade

Top: He does not need rest so once he starts he will just keep going, and going, and going. You will lose count of how many times you cum and when you finally had enough he will make you cum one more time. He thinks you are so cute when you cum underneath him.

Bottom: Careful you don't make him short circuit. He was built with a lot of sensors so every time feels like the first time to him. He wants to make sure you are enjoying yourself so any position he can see your face is good for him.

Garu

Top: He will ask constantly if you are okay and if he's doing a good job. You feel so good he can't help but whimper. He keeps a hard steady pace and won't stop until he knows you're satisfied.

Bottom: Moaning mess. Greedy bottom who wants to feel more of you. Your whole dick can be balls deep and he'll still ask for you to go deeper. It's fine though, he will happily take whatever you give him.

Karu

Top: He is so excited when he gets to top you! He doesn't mean to be but he's kind of rough. You will walk away with plenty of bite marks on your neck, or really anywhere he can sink his teeth into.

Bottom: He's flustered but that only makes him cuter. When you hit his sweet spot we will rake his claws down your back. You may be the top but you're not coming out unscathed.

Dante

Top: You're cumming again? He hasn't even touched your dick yet and you're cumming. His hands are magic and unfortunately he knows it. He is so smug about it but as long as you feel this good does it really matter? He won't stop until you can't feel your legs, thankfully he's also good with aftercare. He needs to be perfect after all.

Bottom: He tries to keep a stoic face but you can hear the slight shaking in his voice and the way his eyes clouded with lust. He prefers positions where he still has some leverage but cares less about that after he cums. If you finish before him he will tease you about it.

Rei

Top: He's analytical so I think he would watch your reactions to gauge what you like. However I don't think he would use that to make you feel better. I don't know, he just seems impartial to your pleasure. Maybe he would use this knowledge if you complain about anything? 

Bottom: He will tell you exactly what he wants you to do to him. He gets annoyed if you can't follow his “simple instructions”. Again I think your pleasure is just a byproduct to him. 

Eiden

Top: He is probably the best top here. He has so much experience and will use every trick he knows to make you squirm in pleasure. He will do what's best for both of you to have a great time.

Bottom. Bliss. He's so happy to be a bottom and let you fuck him. Whether you go slow or hard or whatever he doesn't mind. To him all sex feels good and he is living his best life.

Aster

Top: He likes being in control. He doesn't even need to take his dick out most of the time to be a good top. He will take a little blood as payment for making you feel this good, the feeling makes your head spin. Hope you like tongue and teeth because he is going to taste every part of you.

Bottom: Brat. He doesn't usually let others take control of him so he's going to have to figure out fast what he likes. I think he would like if you tease him a little, but not too much. 

Morvay

Top: He can top? I can definitely see him taking control to service you but I don't think he'd be the best at fucking. His hips stutter at the slightest pleasure so his thrusts are short and unsteady. He'll make you cum in other ways but probably not with his dick 

Bottom: Yup he's happiest here. He wants to serve you. Your pleasure is literally what feeds him. If he's on his knees for you it's a good day! Any time any position, he is the best power bottom.

[astelren]

OP to you being clueless to their flirting/feelings I

ೃ⁀➷ TW/CW: Fluff, Nothing much tbh, A little bit of Teasing, Gender Neutral Reader, let me know if I need to add more TW/Tags ♡ Minors please interact with me only by liking or reblogs. ➳ Characters: Ace D. Portgas, Luffy D. Monkey, Sabo, Zoro Roronoa, Sanji Vinsmoke, Izo, Cavendish, Rayleigh, Trafalgar Law

⤠ Part II ⤟ One Piece Masterlist ⤠ Cbat Song⤟

I wrote this when I wasnt that well so if some stuff sounds/seems weird I'm sorry, I tried my best to correct it HAHAHA I need to write more about one piece sob,,,,

Ace and Luffy are the worst for the mere reason that they are straightforward. A lot. Like they both clearly stated that they like you in a more romantic sense when you stated that you two were friends, but if you somehow still didn't get the hint they would be clueless about what to do other than scream their love. Ace would be a lot more flirty and teasing than Luffy, mostly because the latter isn't interested in it lmfao. Also Luffy is oblivious too, he isn't that interested in having a love relationship, while Ace not at all, and would notice things pretty quickly.

Sabo isn't that bad. But I feel like he could be quite oblivious too, making the situation both funny and annoying to everyone else. You both like each other, flirt even, but still convinced that the other is just being friendly koala is screaming into her pillow please. Luckily Sabo braincells would connect and realize what has been happening for a while, also thanks to Koala, so everything is well. Kind of. He has no idea how to make you realize his feelings without screaming like the other two

Zoro is both oblivious and straightforward. He lives in his own world of training, not noticing it your flirting or his own until it's too late. Drives him a little bit insane how oblivious you are even if he thought it made things pretty clear; he likes you and wants to take your relationship further, but maybe his wording wasn't the best and you misunderstood... Somehow.

You just think that Sanji is being, you know, Sanji. So you don't think too much about it. Expect the fact that he is being much worse when it's about you; he knows your favorite food, drink, book and he is always, always thriving for your attention and praise. Not also very shy about it, will remind you time and time again that he likes you. Without batting an eye. Maybe tearing a little bit considering how you constantly reject his feelings by calling him friends, although you didn't mean it

I like to think that Izo is into a more traditional way of courting, so your misunderstanding of his gestures is pretty normal, considering that they both be seen as platonic and romantic. However, he is gonna make stuff pretty clear soon while slightly teasing you, finding your obliviousness simply adorable. He won't mind it that much, using it mostly to tease just a tiny bit. A tiny bit he says, lying.

My sweet boy Cavendish is so confused and perplexed. He honestly thought it was pretty clear, considering how clearly he favors you over anyone else. Not that he minds it, he finds it as a battle to make you understand his feelings, and it's a good excuse to pamper you with gifts and affection. Like the dude would propose to you to be his partner like he's asking your hand in marriage, he is not subtle by any means. Probably took the word out of his dictionary.

Rayleigh is a fucker. He noticed how completely oblivious you are to his flirting right from the start and he is amused by it, loving to tease you and make you question what his action actually means. He doesn't do it with malice and would clarify pretty quickly his feelings, waiting for you to get embaressed over the situation with a smirk.

Poor Trafalgar has no idea how to work in this situation. You can literally hear the gear in his brain trying to work out, because, in all honesty, he thought his feelings were all over the place. He's glad that it isn't the case, but he has no idea how to confess his feelings without secondhand embarrassment. Especially with how many times you have called him a dear friend in his face, ignoring his groan and grunt.

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[shhh-secret-time]

Hi lovey! I would never pass up an opportunity to request something from you, you are litro my fav writer on here ^_^ Obsessed with the way you perfectly capture the love in your polyam stuff, can we get Style x fem reader with some fluffy and soft lovemaking👀 Aaaa I’d just die for that!

Lots of love from a loyal reader, take care of yourself 💘✨

Me? Me am favorite? Why?! You bless me with the sweet words. I hope I continue to serve.

Also happy Kyle Week guys! We stan a silly man in love! I had a blast writing this one!

Warning: NSFW, Strong Language, F/M/M, Threesome, Pillow violence.

Pairings: Stan x Fem!Reader x Kyle

It's the pressure on his chest that stirs him. At first it was gentle, almost comforting in a way, but now it's too much. Every time he takes a breath it's strained. Kyle doesn't need to open his eyes to know what the source of his discomfort is, he already knows.

Stanley Marsh was a cuddler. It wasn't a secret the man was the most touch starved human being in South Park, but some imaginary pride kept him from acting on it in public. Behind closed doors the man had to be touching Kyle constantly, especially if it was bedtime.

"Dude you can't break the nighttime routine. Hurry up and get your ass in this bed. I'm tired!"

"Then go to bed Stan! Just because you don't care about your skin's health doesn't mean I have to neglect mine!"

It would be one thing if it was just Stan, unfortunately he wasn't alone. You were just as bad, if not worse. Kyle couldn't recall any moment in his shared relationship with you and Stan if you were ever warm. Not a day went by that you didn't complain about being cold.

"Kyle, sweetheart, love of my life, sun in my sky, light of my-"

"Yes, you can use my hoodie and my sweatpants."

A part of him feels bad; because as he cracks open his eyes, letting that early morning light hit the greens of his eyes, you both look so peaceful on his chest. Nothing in this world ever makes him feel so at peace than when he catches his lovers cuddles up against him. Stan tucked into his side; face nuzzled into the crook of neck with a heavy arm wrapped around his chest. You under that arm, slotted between his legs with your head resting just below his heart.

No, he can't think of anything more perfect. One of the many perks of being an early riser. He'd never tell either of you how he lies here for the first ten minutes of his day just admiring your sleeping forms. The way your hair clung to your face or how you would mumble under your breath, letting him know what kind of dreams you were having. Or how Stan's lips would curl up into a smile when he placed a kiss on his forehead. It was adorable that he could give him a dorky smile in his sleep, even with that trail of drool rolling down the side of his chin.

Kyle could deal with the sore arm and crushed lungs, not even the sweat bothered him. But the one thing Kyle couldn't stand being was being late, he couldn't stand it when his schedule was thrown off. If the shrill screaming alarm went off, it meant it was time to get up. Time to start his day and get work done so he can come home to the both of you as quickly as possible. Do the work, get the reward. That anxiety of keeping anyone waiting for him or being late for something was too strong to ignore.

So, what was he to do when his alarm went off and his two partners wouldn't move. Normally the alarm at least stirred you off him, made Stan roll over and give him room to get up. Something about this chilly Thursday morning kept you both glued to your spots. If anything, Kyle thinks he felt Stan's muscles twitch and his arm slide down towards his waist, tightening his hold on him. Your smaller frame moving closer to the source of warmth, sliding your cold little hands under his shirt. He couldn't tell if you were secretly awake and punishing him for even thinking about moving, or if you were just innocently still asleep. Either way that damn alarm wouldn't stop screaming.

With a huff, he moves his free arm across your body and makes a grab for the phone. Stan's eye, the one not buried in the crook of his neck, cracks open and he swats Kyle's hand. Sleep still trapped in his eyes, Stan fumbles with the device making it stop its cry for attention. He misses the glare Kyle shoots his way.

"Stop movin'." Stan's grumbled words make it sound like he's not asking, but Kyle wasn't having it.

"You know I need to get up. Now come on, let me get up." Kyle goes to move you off his chest and into Stan's arms. He figures you both can keep each other warm and comfortable so he can get up to start his day.

"Stop moving..." You whine in response to him trying to get up. He lets out the softest grunt when you push on his chest.

His brows furrow when he's pushed back down onto the bed. Kyle's back hits the plush of the bed making the headboard knock against the wall. If this kind of behavior was done on the weekend, he would have found it kind of adorable that you're both being so whiney. It did make Kyle feel loved that he was wanted, but being loved doesn't pay the bills or excuse irresponsibility.

So, he tries again, moves his arm out from under Stan and wraps it around you. In your sleepy haze you think he's going to give you a hug and give into the snuggling. You should have known better, should have remembered that Kyle was a stubborn man. Kyle twists his body in Stan's hold and uses you as a shield. Moving you into the arms of the raven-haired man, which Stan almost falls for. It's instinct at this point for Stan to hold you.

As much as he clings to Kyle, Stan clings to you. He loves picking you up and taking you away from whatever you're working on for cuddles. You don't fight him nearly as much as Kyle does and you get his warmth, it's a win-win. You huff in response, how dare that man use you and Stan's weakness against you.

"Kyle...noooo! Come back to bed." Your hands fly out to grab at his pajama shirt, tugging on the material.

"Don't give me that. I already told Stan I need to get up, you heard my alarm I know you did." The scolding in Kyle's tone dies when he sees how sweet you look. Even Stan looks adorable with his messy hair and baby blue eyes.

How dare you use his weakness for puppy dog eyes against him. The only defense he can think of is to turn his head and twist his body away from cute kryptonite. Turning his back on you proved to be his downfall. As soon as he did Stan's arm was around his waist, pulling him back against him again. You slipped around his body as if this was a coordinated attack. You moved your hands up his chest and locked them lazily around his neck.

"You're both horrible! God damn it Stan let me go! And you-" Kyle's protests come with a healthy scowl, one he's sure you're not taking seriously. "-you stop helping him!"

"Just five more minutes, please!" You whisper pleading, almost begging.

He knows better. Kyle knows better than to say yes because it won't be five minutes. It'll turn into ten, and that ten will turn to twenty. He'll be trapped here until Stan's alarm goes off, where he'll lay there watching him hit snooze three times. By then he'll have hit the fourth and Kyle will be late for work.

"No. I warned you both last night not to stay up and watch Castlevania." Despite his complaints, Kyle finds his body starting to melt back into the bed. His muscles don't tense as they should. His hands don't pry you away from him and instead find home on your hips. He even lets Stan intertwine his legs with his.

"Hmm, you're just grumpy Stan and I watched it without you." You hum in response, pressing a soft kiss on one of the stray freckles on his neck.

"Hm." Stan doesn't seem to register the conversation you're having, just grunting to tell you he's still awake. And that he really doesn't want to be.

"I'm not upset that you- wait you watched it all?"

".... No?" You muffle your lie in his skin, trying to hide the growing smile creeping across your face.

"You little shit!" He goes to bite down on your neck, squirming out of Stan's hold just enough to pin your wrists back by your head.

Squeals and kicks aren't enough to get him to stop. He rolls you over until you’re flat on your back, being late for work is a distant thought. Not when you just ratted yourself and Stan out. A betrayal like this can't go unpunished. Try as you might, you can't fight back Kyle's light-hearted wrath. His hands are up and under your shirt before you can blink, squeezing and tickling the sides of your stomach.

"Stan! Stan, help meeee! He did it too! Get him!" One minute you're begging to be saved, the next you're trying to drag him down with you. Gasping loudly as you try to catch your breath in between giggles.

Stan grumbles something now more awake since all that kicking, you're doing landed his way. He rubs the sleep out of his eyes before registering what you just said. A little smirk playing on his lips and instead of coming to your aid, he props himself up on his elbow.

"He'll get his! Don't you worry!" Stan's smirk drops. Kyle cuts him off like he knows Stan was about to protest. "Stanley Marsh don't you even try and get out of this!"

Luckily for you Kyle's assault stops long enough for you to scramble away and catch your breath. Your heels dig into the bed, hands fumbling the pillow beside you. Anything to keep distance between Kyle and your sore sides. You watch as Stan sits up, giving Kyle a loving look. Slowly a hand cups Kyle's hips, soft digits rubbing circles in a way that allows him to dip them past the band of Kyle's sweatpants. The Marsh Charm™ is in full effect.

"Kyle...dude look we can watch it again. And we'll get all the satisfaction of watching your cute face react to the stuff we already know." Stan lets his voice dip low, sweet whispers against the shell of his ear.

"Yeah? To the stuff you already know?" Kyle leans into his touch, lips getting closer towards Stan's. He's close enough that Stan's eyelids lower down, breath ghosting across his partner's lips.

"Hm-m."

The poor fool. You almost feel bad for Stan. The Marsh Charm™ is but a candle to the roaring fire that is the Broflovski Wrath™. As soon as Kyle brushes his lips across Stan's lips, and the man's shoulders drop, a pillow is swung hard against the side of his head. Out of left field a flash of blue and white stripes slam into the side of Stan's head. Hovering over him in triumph, Kyle continues his attack. Stan's arms come up to defend his face from the memory foam, each wack making a thump against his head.

"I.don't.want.your.shitty.excuses!" Each word comes with a healthy swing. Kyle was on a warpath now. Denied the right to get up and get his morning coffee. Denied the right to a warm shower to wash the sleep out of his eyes. Denied the right to whatever else his morning routine demanded. And now he was denied any happiness that would have come with watching a silly Netflix animated series with the loves of his life.

Once he's decided Stan's had enough, he falls back onto the bed and sighs. He didn't need to look at his phone, there was no doubt in his mind that he was going to be late. So, he tosses the pillow onto Stan's face, who had just let his guard down again, and curls up next to you. Right back in the middle where you both had him moments ago.

"Fine. You win. The both of you are terrible, awful influences and when I get fired, you'll have no one to blame but yourselves." You and Stan both know that would never happen. The company Kyle worked for needed him badly, and he almost never called out of work.

When he closes his eyes, he expects the both of you to return to your spots. Reaping the sweet reward of a few more minutes of shut eye, basking in the warmth of his body like you always do. And in a way, you do. You and Stan take your positions against him, with you pressed up against his chest and Stan against his back.

Only you don't rest your head on his chest, instead he feels your hands playing with the metal snap buttons on his shirt. He feels Stan's hands playing with the hem of his pants again, hooking a thumb in the band of the sweats. Stan tugs him back against him just as your fingers pop a button open. The little snap makes his eyes shoot open.

"Someone's grumpy~"

"Are you mad at us baby?"

That purr in your voice and that little laugh that comes from Stan tells him that neither of you had any plans of going back to sleep. Kyle feels Stan's nails dig into his hips and can't help but groan a little at the pain. Those pretty sounds from his lips make Stan's cock jump up at attention, the borrowed basketball shorts do little to hide his growing arousal. Chapped lips trail down Kyle's neck, brushing up against the pulse point on his throat. Kyle's head lulls back expecting Stan to bite down, but all it does is open him up for Stan's lips to continue exploring.

He's so wrapped up in the way Stan makes him feel that he barely registers it when you push his shirt down. The shirt folds and slides down towards his elbows where you leave it. Your lips almost meet Stan's at the same point on his body, right on his shoulder where more freckles cover his skin. When your lips brush against Stan's you let out the sweetest laugh, one Kyle can feel make his heart speed up.

"Was here first~" Stan smirks down at you, nipping at your bottom lip. "I left his neck for you."

You giggle again and push your lips up against his as if to silence him with a kiss. You weave a response in between kisses. "You're the biter Stan, you take his neck."

"Don't talk like I'm- ah!" Kyle yelps when your teeth sink into his chest, right below his collarbone. It cuts his complaints short and turns it into a loud moan.

It's Stan's turn to laugh, a hint of pride in that deep sound. His thumb brushes over the bright red mark left behind, admiring it with a grin. He presses his lips back onto Kyle's skin right at the junction of his neck and shoulder.

"F..Fucking Christ you two. What happened to five more minutes?" Kyle gasps at the warmth left behind Stan's tongue.

"Stan and I had other ideas! You seemed so upset that we did something without you." As sweet as you sounded, the way your nails scraped down his chest and stomach made Kyle groan. "Now we're doing something with you. Isn't this better Ky?"

He wants to respond with a snarky comment, to gain some sense of control over the situation, but his head is spinning. He should be used to this by now, how you and Stan make him feel. But every kiss and hot breath that ghosts his skin makes his heart flutter, it makes him fall that much deeper in love. Especially when he hears praise after praise falls from your lips.

"So pretty."

Was he really? Kyle looked at himself in the mirror that was connected to your dresser. His face was flushed, and his hair was a mess.

"Love those sounds Ky."

His moans? Or the whimpers? Both? He couldn't stop them if he tried.

"Keep you rockin' your hips like that fuck you feel so good."

Just a little friction, something to help relieve his throbbing cock. Something to help Stan's that pushed him forward, forcing his cock to grind against the thin material of your underwear.

"Let’s get this off you."

The desperate whine that escapes his lips turns into a gasp when Stan pushes his sweats down. Your hands follow close behind pushing down his boxers leaving him in nothing but that sleep shirt still draped on his arms. Stan moves his hands off his hips for a moment, he feels the man shift behind him and soon the rustling of clothes close behind. But a second later he feels Stan's arousal against his.

His cock slides up between his legs pressing up against his. Kyle bites his bottom lip as he reaches down to grasp both members in his hand. Deft fingers wrap around them and begin pumping slowly, creating delicious friction. When Stan moans lowly and jerks his hips, it encourages him to go faster. Pre-cum being smeared in-between his hand and their shafts. It was messy but it made him feel so good, so good he didn't want to stop. He could feel that pressure building, pleasure rocking in his stomach in time with Stan's clumsy thrusts. He tightens his hand, squeezing the tips just as his hand comes back up.

It wasn't until he felt Stan's desperate hands grab at his wrist that he realized just how close he was. The hot pleasure that he was building up simmered down to a low heat. Tiny beads of sweat already forming on his chest and down his arms. When he looked down at you, you seemed to be enjoying the show.

Your fingers were dancing up and down his stomach, causing the skin to flex in response. He watched as they traced up towards Stan's arms and up back behind Kyle's head.

"We have all morning now Ky. Relax~ let's take it slow." Stan purred in his ear, low and soft. He felt his face burry into the crook of his neck again.

Kyle closed his eyes and took a shaky breath. Still, that didn't stop him from seeking out something to help his aching cock. He pulls you closer towards his frame, feeling your thighs instinctively spreading enough to where he can slot himself between. A moan escapes you as he slips his fingers down the hem of your underwear. He slips his fingers past the band, immediately seeking out your wetness. Kyle coats his fingers before placing them straight along your clit.

Your hips start to move in sync with his fingers. Grinding against the calloused fingertips, trying to create more friction. The angel of his hand and the fact that you were the only one still dressed made that difficult.

"Help me take this off."

You sound so desperate, how could he not? Hurriedly he removes his fingers from your cunt to assist you in removing what clothes you still had on. As soon as they were thrown off to the side, creating some pile in the corner of your shared bedroom, his fingers were back on you.

The only time his fingers stop their assault is when he feels your body tense. They sneak down, drenching in slick, he pushes them inside of you. Pulling his fingers out of you just enough to where he can slide them back inside. He creates a repetitive motion, curling his fingers against the sweet spot of your walls.

Stan watches from behind him with a humming approval. His own hand reaches out and grips your chin, bringing you closer. Your lips lock together for a brief moment. Gentle soft kisses that come with a warm smile. Your bodies pressed firmly against Kyle.

Stan gives you one last lazy peck on the lips before he moves his hand back down to Kyle's thigh. He nudges his legs open just enough to slip his hard cock up against his backside. There's a moment where he pulls away but it's only a breath. He twists his body back with a small blue bottle of clear gel.

Seconds later he repositions himself behind Kyle. It's like every moan you let out only encourages him. After putting a healthy amount of lube on his cock, Stan aligns himself back up against him. He takes the time to lather the cold gel onto his hole before gently pushing himself in. Kyle slightly winces in response, his body tensing but as he focuses on fingers on you, he relaxes.

"That's it Ky. Relax. I'm gonna make you feel so good." His sweet words coax him. Kyle can only bite his lip and nod.

At the same time, you pull his hand out of your soaked cunt. His fingers coated in your arousal. You smile up at him when his eyes fly down to you. He's worried for a moment, but that look of love and admiration in your eyes makes him relax.

Not wanting you to go far from him, Kyle wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you back against him. He copies Stan's movements and lifts your thigh, tossing your leg over his hip where Stan takes your ankle.

His hand going down to spread your lips where he eagerly guides his tip inside, you both sigh a relieving sigh at the feeling of it. A deep groan sounded from him and Stan both, once he's fully sheathed inside you. Stan rocks his hips forward, pushing in and out carefully. He tries to keep things slow, concentrating on pleasuring you just as much as Stan's giving him.

But the minute he rocks into you, being carried by Stan's momentum, he's commenting on his own desire. "More. Please, hurry up."

You roll your hips in response, hands flying out to be tangled up in his hair. There's that silent conversation that goes on between you and Stan again, one that he can't follow because of how much of a daze he's in. Stan presses a kiss on his cheek, you press one on his chest.

"Anything for you baby." It's the way your voice dips into a sultry purr and the way Stan's hands grab hips. "Like when you beg."

Kyle's seeing stars.

The delicious sounds and desperate use of his name almost sends him overboard. Stan's grip tightens and he picks up his movements, fucking him at a steady pace. Every time Stan drives his cock into him, it pushes his own further into you. Tight walls wrapped around his dick perfectly, like it was made for him.

Your walls stretch and pull him. Accommodating for the thick size, each thrust reaching further inside. Kyle nudges every sweet spot he can to pull more moans from you. The sound of wet skin on skin filled the room. A perfect rhythm and dance created.

It isn't until his name comes out in a choked cry that he knows how close you are. He hits a particular spot that had your vision turning white. That feeling of hot pressure shoots up through your body and down to your feet, you arch your back determined to have him repeat the action. "Th-there! Right there again! Please!"

Drawn-out moans escape his throat encouraging Stan to go faster and him to thrust harder. Your arms wrap around his neck bringing him down for another kiss. Stan's gaze makes it all the hotter, as he patiently waits for his turn. Once you break for air, Kyle doesn't get that luxury because Stan's mouth his on his before he can breathe. Each kiss makes him feel more and more loved.

Kyle has to break the kiss to breathe. To catch his breath and stop the room from spinning. The lack of air leads to the growing pressure building up in his stomach again. He's so close, he can feel his stomach tighten. That familiar warmth pooling at his stomach. He knew Stan was close from the way his hips were beginning to lose their steady rhythm. He wants to hold out. Find a way to cum together, he's not sure why he wants that so badly, but he does.

In seconds of wishful thinking, he feels your body start to tense. Your orgasm building higher and higher, walls constricting around his cock. Kyle watches your eyes flutter shut as a high-pitched whine escapes your lips.

"Close- 'm so close! Gonna cum!"

"Fu-fuck!"

Then like a band stretched too far. He snaps. Kyle lets his climax take over, spilling his load inside of you. The sight alone makes Stan follow shortly after. With a final thrust he buries himself deep inside of him, tightening his arms as he does. Between his blunt nails digging into your thighs and the lazy thrusts, you follow shortly after.

Kyle's heart was racing so loudly it was all he could hear past the soft panting. The out of breath chest heaving up and down in time with one another. He's never felt more connected to anyone before. Through his glossy vision he watches as you're the first to move, slipping off his softening cock. Stan follows behind pulling out of him slowly. Why was his body so spent? He felt so exhausted at that moment.

Your gentle hands move to help clean him, and Stan lifts him up enough to where he's back on his pillows. They've never felt so soft in that moment. He lets his eyes close, and he feels the weight of it all.

"Mm... give… give me a minute and I'll get up." Kyle mumbles in the fluff of the pillows.

"Okay baby. Stan and I are gonna make breakfast. That sound good?"

He doesn't respond. Even his mouth feels too heavy to talk. He just nods and decides to give himself five more minutes. Then he'll get up, grab a cup of coffee, and start his day.

[synnamonroll666]

Intoxicating Scent

Prompt 27: Breeding Pairing: Syzoth X Fem!Reader Description: Being in heat was difficult for Syzoth. Every three months, he would struggle to keep himself from tackling you 24/7. But he always managed to refrain from doing so. However, when you end up in heat at the exact same time, he loses all control... Warnings: HUGE Breeding Kink, Pregnancy Kink, Syzoth In Heat, Dirty Talk, P In V, Creampie, Talk Of Oviposition... Word Count: 1.2k Main MasterList: 🖤 Kinktober MasterList: 🖤 Synny's Angels: @lorebite, @mornandil, @queenkhepri, @bihansthot, and @mmeerraa.

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When I wake from my slumber, I am drenched in sweat and my heart is racing. I swallow a few times, discovering that my throat is feeling sore and dry, like it hadn't seen water in days. It roars within me—my Zaterran instinct—demanding that I succumb to my desires.

Usually, this voice was redundant, constantly reminding me of the purpose of my reproductive system when I was in heat. But today, its whispers have become screams. Being in heat was hell, but this was something else—I had never experienced a feeling like this before. And when I am breathing deeply to catch my breath, I smell something—something that makes my blood boil with need.

I look to my side to see my lover lying naked between the sheets. She is fast asleep, exhausted from our activities earlier this night. She looks so pretty—the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. I always found my mate attractive, but something about the way she looks now is just too addicting to pull my eyes away. I lean over her and inhale deeply to take in her scent, and it hits me: she's in heat too. She is at her most fertile at this moment, and my body is going absolutely crazy for it.

Both of us are in heat at the same time; the poor girl doesn't stand a chance.

My reptilian instincts kick in, and I nudge her neck with my nose—a small courting ritual Zaterrans do before breeding. I bury it just under her jawline and take a big sniff, letting her scent fill my lungs and intoxicate every corner of my feral mind. She wakes, her pretty eyes glancing up at me as the corners of her lips curl into a sweet and loving smile.

Luckily, it doesn't take long for her to figure out what I want, and I am relieved when she lays flat on her back and spreads her legs.

A low growl emits from somewhere within as I stare at her willing form. The rest was a blur. I don't remember ripping the bedsheets from her body or how they ended up in a torn-up mess on the floor—I don't remember how I ended up bending her so she was ass up in the air and her face was buried within our pillows.

All I remember is sinking my twitching, aching member into her core and sighing as her warmth finally cured the agony I had suffered from. But that moment of peace was merely the calm before the storm, because that primal voice within screams at me, ordering me to stuff her full of my seed. I have to get her pregnant.

I NEED to!

I pull out quickly, earning a soft whine of disappointment from her. But soon, those displeased sounds would be turned into moans of ecstasy when I would reenter with brutal force, my tip instantly bruising her cervix. I hold her down by the shoulders with one hand and hold her hips up against me with the other. I pound into her over and over, allowing her tight walls to milk me of everything I have.

I press my chest against her back, enjoying how her form trembles beneath me as I trap her between me and the mattress. She has no room to move—barely any room to even squirm like her body naturally desires to do in this state. I croon her name as the heat radiates off of her feverish flesh and warms me like a fire. I could stay buried within her for hours, siphoning that heat from her and basking in its company.

She whines and begs as I claim her—as my nails dig deeply into her flesh as my hips hastily snap back and forth furiously on a mission. Though her words fall on deaf ears, since I am too in my wild Zaterran nature to comprehend them. My throat grows more torrid by the second, and my tongue intuitively lashes out to lave her throat, flickering against her rapidly fluttering pulse to collect the droplets of sweat upon my pallet.

I can't hold back my moans, as it tastes sweeter than any drink I have ever consumed. It is like I have been stranded in a dry desert—dehydrated and dying from thirst—and she was the oasis that saved me from my fate. She is not only my goddess but also my savior.

Her trobbing core embraces my length tightly, suctioning on to it and pulling me back each time I begin to pull out. That is the only language I understand now. This shows me that she needs me just as much as I need her in this moment, and I am more than willing to provide for her what she so badly craves.

However, I am unable to fully focus on what she wants now, as my nature has me wanting one thing and one thing only—that one thing that I'll do anything to get, which is fill her with my children. I am already leaking within her, but it is not nearly enough. No, I won't be satisfied until her little belly expands with my seed, pearls of it dripping down her legs since she is too stuffed to contain it all. But I would make sure that she would take as much as she could.

"I'm going to fill you to the brim with my seed and make your stomach swell with my kin! I'm going to put a whole clutch within you and make you the mother of my children!" I growled deeply, my voice growing daunting as it now sounds more animalistic than anything, much like the voice I hear inside my head.

With each pump of my member into her soothing heat, that bubble of arousal grows larger, threatening to pop at any moment. And when it does, a feral roar tears from my throat as I release all of my semen into her gentle womb to coat its walls. I place my hand on her stomach, feeling it finally swell with my seed as I stuff her full. After my member showers her womb thoroughly, she collapses on the bed, rolling slightly onto her side since she is unable to lay face down now. Soon, I see why

As I rest on top of her, I look down at her now-inflated stomach. I gently brush a hand over the rounded flesh, and knowing it will soon grow even more as my seed develops into my offspring makes me smile. I feel my heart flutter as I imagine them fresh from their eggs—my little hatchlings will look so adorable. And their mother—she looks so beautiful right now, my heart can barely handle it. But... Something is still wrong.

She is not nearly swollen enough—she needs more. Instinctively, my hips retract and push back against hers once again. She responds with a tired whimper, but I ignore it, too distracted by my yearning desire to release yet another load into her already-overflowing womb to focus on anything else. I will not stop until I have emptied myself fully in her—I won't stop until she is filled completely with my young.

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[imyourbratzdoll]

Hi!! I’m in love with your writing, could I request a fic for Steve Kemp that he kidnaps Y/N because he obsessed with them not knowing the’re the same like him.

hi honey! thank you!

summary - steve becomes obsessed with you, and because he's too blinded by your beauty, he doesn't know you are just like him, maybe even better.

warning - stalking, slightly dark, kidnapping, hints of cannibalism, talks of men and women.

the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips

You were so beautiful, and Steve couldn’t just not have you. You were so soft and perfect the first time he saw you, better than any of the women he met up with and killed. His mouth watered at the thought of what you’d taste like. Would you taste sweet? Or would you taste salty? These thoughts corrupted him, nearly causing him to go insane, leaving him to now. Your goddess-like self was knocked out and tied to a bed in his basement. But not just any bed, no. You deserved the best quality, the finest of things. Steve had gone out and purchased a frame, a new mattress, silk sheets and soft pillows. He felt giddy as he sat in the chair in the corner, watching you. You looked perfect, even asleep. How was that possible?

He watches you wake with wide eyes, wondering if you’ll scream and cry like the other women. Maybe he’ll get to taste your sweet tears. Would you look as beautiful crying? His head tilts as you look around, unbothered as if you are bored, as if you’ve been through this before. “You’re not afraid?” His breath caught in his throat as you looked at him with those captivating eyes. You blink once and then again before tilting your head. Your gaze then moves to the bed, hands slowly moving through the silk and feeling it, your brows furrow.

“Hmm, I personally wouldn’t have given such nice things to my victims, but I guess men are different.” Steve’s mouth falls open, and his brows furrow as you turn and look at him with an emotionless look. You raise your own brow, questioning him silently. “I’m guessing this is your first time?” He slowly shakes his head, still confused because the times he has watched and stalked you, he never once saw you being like him. “Huh. This is all new.” You look at him with a slightly dark smile. “Did you do all this for me? Wanted to impress me more than the stalking you were doing?” Steve’s eyes widen even more, and you lick your lips, eyes moving up and down his form. 

“You knew?” As those words passed his lips, your eyes rolled, scoffing.

“Of course, I knew. A woman knows, Steve.” If it were possible, Steve’s eyes would’ve widened more. “It’s not safe for a woman to not know her surroundings. Men have proven that constantly.” 

“So… You’re like me?” He scoots closer, dripping with interest.

You hum, playing with the fabric between your fingers. “Sort of.”

He tilts his head, “What do you mean sort of?” 

You squint your eyes, nibbling on your bottom lip as you think. “I don’t go after women as you do. I like preying on the predator. It’s always fun and exhilarating when the men realise a woman has beaten them.” You play with the chain connected to your wrist. “See, that’s where you and I are different. You pray on women because they have been proven weaker against the male species, and I pray on the men because they are the stupider of the species.” Steve blinks in wonder, “It’s so easy getting a man to follow you home and do whatever you want with the promise of sex. No dates need to be planned because they’ve never needed to worry.” You smirk, giggling at the gobsmacked look on your captor's face.

“But, I caught you? You are locked in my basement because I beat you.” His head tilts again, confused.

“That’s what you think, my love. But, really. This was my plan all along.” The sound of the chains being undone cause Steve’s eyes to widen even more, watching as you stand from the bed, and fix your dress. “You’re lucky you didn’t ruin this. I just bought it.” You pout, looking at the man through your lashes. “Shall we play a game?”

thank you for reading!

feedback and reblogs are greatly appreciated.

[ohbo-ohno]

Serial killer AU and the contrast between how Ghoap treat us and other victims. Maybe they're holding our friend group hostage in the basement, and every day we're forced to see pain and torture of our friends and then Ghost drags us upstairs by our hair and....

The softest pillows ever, Soap helds pur hands so we won't struggle as Simon tortures us with cumming over and over again. We're literally covered in blood, they are covered in blood, and Ghost is so mean with everyone( Soap laughs as our friends struggle against his axe and then covers our face with kisses because we're adorable and he wants us to cry forever((

Scaredy cat whiny wet napkin reader who constantly needs to drink because we cry our daily hydration worth, and we don't really get used to them or fall into Stockholm syndrome, we're just terrified enough to comply with them. It's my favorite dynamic tbh, not just falling in love, but mostly submitting out of fear. Ghost is so soft with us, gots us sweets and vegetables even though Soap is moody because of the lack of meat, because we can't bring ourselves to eat normally after we saw what they did to our friends

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i am fucking LOSING IT

you're so real for preferring scared submission over stockholm syndrome btw. stockholm syndrome can be fun but something about complying only because you're scared... it's so delicious...

also... soap wanting meat... if any of you want a cannibal ghostsoap apocalypse au go read this it's sooo good. ghost kidnaps soap and takes him back to his cannibal compound to keep him :( it's written as a love story from ghost's perspective and a horror story from soap's lol it's great

anyways more about serial killer ghoap below the cut :) listened to bilgewater by brown bird while writing this if any of y'all like gothic country music

soap torturing someone with you in the room (because he hates letting you out of his sight) and he keeps taking breaks to come comfort you and gives you kisses IM :((( wipes your tears away and gets streaks of red all over your face, wants to fuck you cause you look so pretty but his victims don't deserve to see you that vulnerable, that's just for him and simon. ties you up in the corner so you don't run, maybe locks you in a little cage (i will put petplay into everything i write like god has challenged me to it personally). gags you because you get real scream-y and tend to beg for their lives, but sometimes has to tug it out so you can throw up :( tells you to close your eyes when he does something particularly nasty, the gore and your terror in the corner nearly enough to get him off without even touching his dick

being soft with you is like their reward to themselves for torturing people so well lmfao. like, they did so good making those people's last moments agonizing and now they get to cuddle up with you <3 washes off their hands and your face, bundles you up real close to them, gets to lay in all the nice soft warmth now.

ghost is so so tender when washing you off (when he doesn't want you covered in blood - sometimes he leaves it for hours, until it flakes off and you nearly scratch it away until you bleed). he's cooing to you while brushing a soft washcloth over you face, humming a little and saying things like you were such a good girl for us. such good bait, led our toys right to us, thank you so much, doll. look so good covered in their blood, wanna paint you with it sometime. that sound nice to you? no? ok, ok, deep breaths, honey, calm down. just relax for me, you're safe. gonna be real sweet to you now, you don't have to be scared anymore.

and they are sweet. place you on a mattress covered in the softest most plush blankets you've ever seen. they set a little stuffed animal in your arms, let you curl around it and hide your face in it. they know it makes you feel better, and they're nice enough to let you hide your face from them for now :( content themselves with pulling you right up into them (making you hold the stuffed animal when they kill people, look at you all smiley and say make sure he doesn't get dirty, baby, picks it up out of a pool of blood and tsks at you all disappointed, tell you to clean him and say gentle, like we are with you whey you get too rough)

actually can't stop thinking about this au it's like a curse

[juceynightmare]

dating 101 (18+) part 16 - cody rhodes x reader

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dating 101 (18+) masterlist

pairing(s): cody rhodes x reader, roman reigns x reader

warning(s): swearing, dirty talk, daddy kink, corruption kink, stomach bulge, reader squirts

genre(s): college!au, slow burn, fluff, smut, angst

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she had heard stories of girls becoming attached to the men they lost their virginities to, but she had never thought that the connection would be so strong that y/n would find herself wanting to constantly be around cody despite not being romantically attracted to the man at all. knowing this, y/n had been cautious of the time she spent alone with cody, and luckily with midterms around the corner and her promises to study with roman, this was fairly easy for her to do. she spent time between her classes with roman, and the time out of class studying with him in his dorm or in the library. everything was going smoothly for roman and y/n. but y/n is a sinner, and cody is y/n’s favorite sin.

every thrust sent y/n’s face further into cody’s pillow, her screams and moans muffled by the material. a third orgasm shook her entire body, as she turned her head to the side so she could moan out, “oh daddy! fuck, i’m cumming again daddy.  it’s too much daddy.” her hands were balled into fists behind her, as cody continued to pull her back against his thrusts by her wrists.

“if it’s too much, then why do you end every day by cumming on my cock, princess?” cody taunted, his grip tightening on her wrists and his thrusts become rougher as he watched her orgasm wash over her for the third time that night. “hasn’t even been a week since i first wrecked this pussy. my little whore is addicted to cock now, aren’t you?” he grunted, pressing his hips flush against hers and stilling inside of her.

cody let go of her wrists, watching the way y/n immediately fell limp against the mattress. he kept his hips flushed to hers as she fell, a smile creeping up to his face at the soft whimpers that left her spent mouth. he leaned down, covering her with his body and rolling his hips against her ass slowly, drawing more whines and whimpers out of her. “just yours, daddy. only addicted to you.” y/n admitted.

cody immediately pulled out of her, causing y/n to whine out in disappointment. “stop whining, i’ll be back in you soon.” he swore, pushing himself up and turning y/n back over so she was on her back. cody spread her legs with one hand while the other one pumped his length. he lined himself up with her entrance, before pushing his entire length with one hard thrust.

y/n screamed from the feeling of being split open again, her back arching up off the bed as cody set a relentless pace, chasing his own high. “only me, huh? what would roman think?” cody taunted, his hands holding y/n down by her hips as she squirmed under him. “but you’re right, princess. of course you’d only be addicted to me. because no one else will ever be able to stretch you out the way i can.” he brought one of his hands up to y/n’s lower stomach, feeling the place where her stomach bulged with every thrust as he applied pressure to the spot.

y/n’s screams grew louder and her thrashing more violent once cody pressed down on that sweet spot. she remembered how evil cody had been once he realized that he was so deep in y/n that her stomach would bulge with every thrust. she also removed how much she came once cody had placed his hand over that spot and applied pressure. tonight was no different.

she moaned cody’s name as she came over cody again, this time squirting and wetting the places where their bodies met. cody had quickened to a jackhammer pace, his thrusts growing sporadic as praises fell from his mouth. he quickly pulled out of her, his fingers replacing his cock as he thrusted two fingers in her and rubbed her clit with his thumb to ride out y/n’s high. he fisted his cock with his other hand, only needing two pumps before he came over her stomach with a loud moan of her name.

eventually, cody pulled his fingers out of y/n after slowing to a stop when she stopped shaking. he wiped the cum that had dripped on to his hand on to his thigh while licking off y/n’s juices off of his fingers. he smiled at the sight of y/n so spent on his bed, her hands still gripping the bed sheets beside her weakly, her eyes shut closed, and her mouth slightly agape. cody leaned down, grabbing both of her hands in his and making her let go of the bed sheets so he could lace his fingers with her. he kissed her gently, his eyes fluttering shut as is routine.

what wasn’t part of their routine was the way the room around them started to spin once y/n kissed him back. cody couldn’t stop himself from deepening the kiss, feeling his world start to spin as y/n weakly moaned against him. eventually, he felt y/n pull away and he opened his gaze to meet hers. cody couldn’t tell if he was breathless because of the way they had just fucked like animals, or because of the kiss they shared, or because of the way y/n smiled up at him so innocently and giggled like she hadn’t just been squirting on his dick.

“you okay, codes? there’s something different about the way you’re looking at me.” she whispered, letting go of one of his hands so she could cup cody’s cheek. y/n stared into cody’s gaze, observing the way his gaze had softened and he looked at her as if she were the richest prize known to man.

“yeah.” he whispered, although he couldn’t figure out exactly what y/n meant by him looking at her differently. “guess i just came really hard.” he mumbled, a smile creeping up on his lips as y/n leaned her head up to peck his lips.

“yeah, there’s a lot. i feel it.” y/n laughed, looking down between their bodies and seeing the amount of cum that had pooled across her stomach, tits, and was beginning to drip on to the towel that cody had laid over his bedsheets just under her hips.

“oh fuck, yeah you’re right. i absolutely covered you.” cody laughed, following her gaze and getting up from the bed. he lifted y/n’s hips, apologizing softly when he heard her let out a moan of discomfort, and taking out the drenched towel from under her. they had learned quickly to start laying a towel down wherever they wanted to fuck: y/n squirted far too often whenever cody was in charge.

he began to wipe off his cum off of her body, leaning down to peck her lips periodically just so he could hear her giggle at the sensation. cody couldn’t ignore the way his heart had felt so full in his chest whenever she would smile into the kiss.

he had noticed it often this past week. cody had found him missing y/n throughout the day, and she was constantly on his mind. however, whenever he’d text, he’d simply be reminded that she was spending time with roman studying for their upcoming midterm or just hanging out with him. dinner was usually a thing with ted as well, so cody would find himself fighting for y/n’s attention. their morning routines together were no longer enough “y/n and cody time” for cody, and he craved for more.

but then she’d invite him to her room in the middle of the night, right before she fell asleep, and cody would happily make his way over.

this time, though, ted had left for the weekend, and cody was finally able to fuck his favorite girl into his mattress and make her cum for him over, and over, and over again without a care in the world for rushing to finish.

favorite girl?

he crumpled up the towel and threw it into his laundry basket. then, he went over to the large window in the room and opened it up to air out the room. while going through the motions, it was as if cody was on auto-pilot as he continued to delve deeper into his own thoughts.

favorite girl?

cody got into bed besides y/n who had scooted closer to the wall to make room for cody. he laid his arm under her head when she lifted it, and grabbed for his blanket with his other hand as y/n scooted close to him to cuddle up against his chest. cody pulled his blanket over them, sighing in comfort as he draped an arm over y/n’s frame and held her close against him. he felt y/n peppering kisses against the skin of his chest, causing an impossibly wide smile to tug at the corners of his lips and his heart to threaten to beat right out of his chest.

favorite girl?

“what are you doing?” cody questioned, a soft chuckling leaving his lips at the way her kisses had started to tickle his skin.

“kissing you, right between your boobies because i love man boobs.” y/n replied, her voice monotone.

cody laughed at her response, bringing his hand up to the back of her head and tugging at her hair lightly to get her to pull her head away from his chest. he adjusted her so that they were face to face, and cody melted at the sight of her beaming at him.

favorite girl?

“you look real good after getting fucked. the after sex glow makes you look way better than any makeup ever could.” cody complimented, feeling satisfied as he watched her flushed cheeks deepen to a darker shade of red. “and your lips. so puffy.” he observed, his voice sounding so incredibly dazed as if cody was genuinely shocked by how full and plump her lips looked.

“that’s because you fucked my face, cody.” she laughed, wrapping her own arm around cody’s midsection while her other arm curled up against her own chest between them.

“you love it whenever i do that.” cody mused.

“when did i say i didn’t love it?” y/n asked, cocking a brow.

he shook his head, amused and so wonderfully enamored by the way y/n had so quickly doubled down on cody’s response. “god, what did i create?” he whispered, mostly to himself but elaborated when he saw y/n’s confused reaction. cody cupped y/n’s face with his hand, leaning down to peck her lips before continuing, “you’re insatiable. i take your virginity and you invite me back to your bed every day for the past week so we can fuck.” he whispered.

“yeah, well i don’t see you complaining about it.” y/n shot back, her tone playful. “just.. i don’t know. you’re so good and roman and i haven’t even gotten as far as another make out session yet so i’m extra frustrated.” she admitted after a moment of silence.

favorite girl?

cody rolled his eyes at the mention of roman, his hand dropping from her face so he could drape his arm back over her. he shut his eyes, suddenly feeling irritated at the thought of roman being in his position in that moment and being the one to share this moment with y/n. “roman’s way better than me. i give in so quickly to you whenever you want some dick, i don’t understand how roman’s not even giving into the temptation..” he laughed, a hint of praise in his tone.

“cody, are you implying what i think you’re implying?” y/n asked, reaching up to pull up at cody’s eyelid to force him to open his eyes.

cody was happy knowing that y/n was so comfortable enough with him that she’d even go as far as forcing him to open his eyes just so they’d make eye contact. although, he would certainly say it was the first time he’d ever have a girl do that to him.

favorite girl?

“what do you think i’m implying?” cody asked, keeping his eyes open so y/n wouldn’t have to keep her hand up by his face. her arm was blocking his view of her and he wanted to see her in her entirety.

“are you implying that you find me… irresistible?” y/n asked, amusement dripping down her chin like honey as she giggled like a little schoolgirl.

“i don’t just fuck the same person every day for the past week. so yes, yes i do find you irresistible.” cody answered, smiling at the way genuine shock had appeared on y/n’s face. “what are you so shocked about? i literally have to fucking hold myself out so i don’t cum too quickly whenever you suck my dick and your pussy is so tight that sometimes it even hurts. that’s how tight you are.” cody replied, watching the way y/n had turned beet red at his blunt comment. he leaned down, pressing a kiss to her lips and feeling his world be set in motion once again as she kissed him back.

favorite girl?

“is that a good thing?” y/n whispered once cody pulled away.

“depends on the person. but for me? you’re perfect.” cody whispered in response, pulling y/n back into him and closing his eyes. “roman’s a lucky man. when he gets his first taste, i’m sure he’ll be in the same boat as me. but for right now, i’m going to be worshipping you like you’re a goddess while i still have all your attention.”

“i’m so happy you’re my first, cody.” y/n admitted in a whisper before pressing her face into his chest and listening to the way cody’s heart had began to beat rapidly. “you always treat me so well, even when it’s not sexual. i’m sort of shocked you don’t have a girlfriend yet.”

favorite girl.

y/n had become cody’s favorite girl in this world, but cody wouldn’t ever let himself admit that out loud. not when it was obvious y/n was using him as all the other girls before her had: to get herself off. not when y/n was into roman and still actively asking cody for advice on the littlest things such as what to do when roman would hold her hand as they walked to the library after class. not when cody knew he would much rather not limit himself to one person and keep himself satisfied with his multitude of woman that were only a phone call away.

but cody would let himself continue to be used by his favorite girl, because this was the only way cody could believe that y/n was truly, completely, undoubtedly his.

he replied, his voice barely above a whisper as the fatigue from their previous actions had finally caught up to him, “you already know i don’t want a girlfriend, or a relationship, y/n. being committed to one person just isn’t something that’s appealing to me.”

but if you want me, then say the word and i’ll be all yours, y/n.

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