#i'm begging that they don't just give it a few seconds then immediately move on

[tending-the-hearth]

if the bad batch dies at the end of the show i'll be sad but it'll make me even sadder/angry because i just KNOW echo's death won't get as much focus as hunter or wrecker of crosshair's death.

he's been sidelined so much since he joined up with rex, to the point of barely getting a mention until he just... shows up during the barton-iv episode. it makes me so sad because echo's the member of the batch we've known the longest. he's the one who's been around the most, one of the clones who has been the MOST affected by the entire clone wars/order 66, but because they pushed him to the side halfway through season 2, it means that his death might not have the weight that it deserves.

is it too much to ask that if he does die, we get a heartfelt, emotional, soul-crushing final exchange between him and rex, a parallel with fives' death in rex's arms? if echo does die, i hope we see them mourn. i hope we see rex have a complete breakdown at losing his last boy in blue. i hope we see howzer and gregor mourn the brother who helped rescue them and gave them hope. i hope we see omega cry over her big brother, hunter, wrecker, and crosshair mourn the member of their batch who left everything he knew to join up with them.

echo dying would literally be the worst thing and i think i'd cry for weeks, but if he does die at the end of the show, i want his death to affect everyone around him, because he deserves that. he deserves time to show just how loved and needed he was by his brothers and sister.

[munsooooon]

Steve hates very much to be called "Steven" not even as a joke, he has not talked about it with anyone but implicitly everyone senses it in some way or another and therefore they do not call him that way, it is always Steve or Harrington or some nickname. That's because when his parents called him that it was because they were incredibly angry or drunk and therefore punished him in horrible ways, when they called him Steven he usually ended up getting beaten up. When they called him Steven in public it was enough to make him freeze and make him shiver, eventually he would be silent and terrified for the rest of the evening.

Now being older if someone calls him Steven, he immediately assumes they are fighting with him or that he did something wrong and depending on the situation or the person he will react with sadness or anger, for example, when Tommy called him Steven, it ended in a awful fist fight. It really makes him feel very bad, in recent years sadness is what he felt the most when he hears his name, because it hurts him too much to disappoint the people he loves.

Eddie doesn't know it, but he doesn't call him Steven either, it's always a nickname or Stevie, or Steve or even Harrington. Until one night, when they were in Steve's room kissing fiercely and passionately, Steve was under him doing whatever it took to feel Eddie rubbing his skin, between gasps and accelerated breaths, every little movement Eddie made or every little touch Steve felt, he reacted effusively with his whole body shuddering, he was and felt hypersensitive, he couldn't keep still.

"Steven" Eddie whispered with softness and a beautiful smile, Steve looked at him surprised. "Stay still, I need to take your clothes off, love"

Steve loved that. It was the first time someone pronounced his name with such love. He stood for a few seconds, processing what was happening. He began to shake in anticipation of what Eddie might give him. His brain was short-circuited, and all he could think of was Eddie calling him "Steven" with that authority and that beautiful softness that only he had. He felt loved.

"Are you okay? Do you want us to stop?"

Steve took a few seconds to appreciate him, ran his face gently, because the words wouldn't come out even though they were in his throat. He was always silent when he shouldn't be but he couldn't help it.

Eddie kissed the hand that was on his face, not intending to go any further, and Steve melted once again, he wanted to speak and express loudly the pleasure the other boy was making him feel but he couldn't. Instead, he took Eddie's hand and directed it to his pants to make him feel what he had provoked, to make him understand that he didn't want to stop.

"No, I don't want to stop" Steve said as he sat on Eddie's lap. "Call me Steven again, just you, just you Eddie, call me love, baby, tell me I'm your princess and never stop"

Steve was incredibly loud that night, moving his hips against Eddie's lap, trying to fuck himself harder, deeper. He spoke his name softly and lovingly, until he began to cry, begged for more as tears flooded his face. Eddie held him tight with his arms to keep him right where he wanted him but also to keep him safe to hold him as he released a weight he seemed to be carrying for years.

Eddie couldn't utter a word, it was unbelievable. Eddie was always loud and Steve was quieter, but in the dark, in the security of their love, Steve could be whatever he wanted and could act however he wanted, so he was being loud as he wished because in Eddie's arms no one could punish him.

"You're such a good boy, don't you?" Eddie says softly.

"Yeah?" Steve asks as he chases Eddie, he moans loudly as Eddie once again hits that place on his body, his mouth stays open as he moves on Eddie, soft sounds keep coming out of his mouth, he closes his eyes, because he can feel Eddie all over his body, even though he moves slowly.

"Yeah. You're so sweet, my baby boy, I can't even explain how much I love you, princess"

Steve smiles with his eyes closed. He looked precious, his cheeks were flushed, his lips red, and somehow the tears made him incredibly beautiful.

....

Steve still hates being called that, he finally confessed it to Eddie but also gave him permission to call him that on special occasions. Plus, he told him that he would love to tell his parents what he does with the traumas they caused him. Because now every time he's called Steven it's because he's loved, because he's revered and because he's being fucked incredibly well.

Steve get his name back, Steven belonged to him and Eddie.

[hopelesslygaysstuff]

Waiiiiiiit Wanda baiting you into it because she wants to punish you. Like her being in a very dommey mood but she acts like she’s trying to get you to top her just for an excuse spank and degrade you 💞💞💞

OH yes she give you her best fuck me eyes, making you all flustered and needy. She's laying down on the couch, her arms open slightly as you position yourself on top of her, grinding yourself against her stomach as you lean down to kiss her.

She lets you kiss her, moaning softly as your tongue swipes at her bottom lip. She feels soft and submissive beneath you, rolling her hips upwards against yours as her hands softly wander over your shoulders, moving down to your hips and slowly tightening her hold.

Eventually she halts your hips, a confused whine leaving your lips before you pull back. You rest a hand on her throat, attempting to act as dominant as you can. Her soft eyes turn hard, and you immediately realize your mistake.

"My poor little puppy, thinking you have any control over me. Did you really think you could get away with acting like a needy brat?"

Within a few seconds, she's sitting up and bending you over her lap, your face buried in the couch cushion. You don't try to fight it, knowing that would make your punishment much worse.

"Please, I'm sorry Mommy. I didn't mean it I just thought..."

A slap resounds, your ass stinging. You stop talking immediately, Wanda's low voice filling your ears and turning your brain to slush as a vanilla haze invades your every sense.

"You dumb little slut, you know Mommy is always in control. Are you really that stupid to think you hold any power over me? No, darling. Now take your punishment like the pathetic little mutt you are."

You've never been as wet in your life, and Wanda starts degrading you further as your arousal drips down your inner thighs and smears onto her lap. The words wrap around your ears and thrust you further into that vanilla-scented haze as she continues to land blows on your ass. By the time she's finished, you're drooling and glassy eyed, soft whimpers leaving your mouth as you beg for her forgiveness.

It's exactly what she wanted.

[angelanderson]

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THREE STRIKES- ABBY ANDERSON

⚠️: gets 18+ under the cut. established relationship, dom!abby, bratty!reader, some degradation. aka you fuck around n find out with abby. no use of y/n. my first full length fic! woohoo! (2.3k words!) (men & minors dni!!!)

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abby definitely gets off on how easily she can overpower you. she’s the strongest person around. you know it, she knows it, everyone knows it. but sometimes you liked to act out— acting like you’re in charge, acting like you’re stronger. however, it always ends with you practically in tears because abby definitely doesn’t mind putting you back in your place. she’ll let you act out until she’s in the mood to make you her sweet girl again.

it all started this morning. you spent 10 minutes of abby’s workout time begging her to let you try and lift what she was. that was strike one in her mind. you were told to “stop being a brat. you know i don’t want you to get hurt, so sit down, and be good for me” by your girlfriend. everyone knows abby doesn’t like to have her workout time interrupted. if the hardened look on her face was anything to go by, you should have immediately stopped.

your second strike of the day was not following the orders abby gave you while out on a short patrol together. she knows she was explicit enough in her orders. the issue was you decided to be defiant, and it almost cost you.

abby decided she wanted to check an abandoned house for supplies, so you followed along. that was the start of your second incidence. the wooden stairs inside creaked with each step the two of you took— a nasty sound with each step. abby was in front, you nervously followed behind.

abby sucked in a breath as she neared the top, “fuck! stupid stairs almost broke under me. i want you to go back, okay? please go check the main floor to see if there's any usable supplies around. I'll be back soon."

she left you no choice to argue, walking the last few steps before turning the corner. you carefully retreat down the steps, mumbling about how you could take care of yourself under your breath.

it only took you twenty minutes to get bored enough to defy abby's orders. a book you'd shoved into your pocket to give to abby later was the only salvageable item you could find. reaching the staircase you quickly followed your steps as you started up the staircase again. you were able to avoid any loud sounds this time until you stepped on the ninth step. you screamed loudly as the stair broke under your left leg, rendering you stuck. abby immediately heard the scream, almost dropping her backpack as she ran to find you.

"fuck! what happened? do you think you're seriously injured?" abby asked you in a panic the second she saw you. all her usual level-headedness left her body the second she saw her girl hurt. a million panicked thoughts entered her head while you looked up at her with tears streaming down your face.

you whimpered in pain, "i think 'm mostly okay. just-just help me get out." you saw her once pale demeanor gain back its flush as you confirmed you were okay.

you could almost see the wheels turn in abby's brain as she thought about the best way to get you out. she looked much more confident as she bent down to reach under your armpits. "i'm going to pull you up slowly. it's best we don't add any more weight to the stairs. you tell me the second something starts to hurt, got it?"

you nodded in reply, too nervous to use your words. you let out a big exhale as you felt abby grab you. she moved you up higher and higher slowly. abby quickly pulled you next to her the second you were completely out.

"how does your leg feel now? think you can manage our trip back?" you knew by now this was your out before she got upset you defied her. you couldn't look her in the eyes,

"i'm fine. nothing hurts, 's just scary. let's just go back now." you didn't have to look her in the eyes to know her worry changed into annoyance.

"listen to me this time. we are going to walk down two steps at a time. keep your hands on the railing. i swear to god you better listen this time," she all but spat at you.

both of you wordlessly left the house together. you could tell abby was fuming about your choices as she practically dragged you back to your base. your usual post-pator silly conversations were a thing of the past tonight. neither of you dared to start a conversation— abby too upset, you too ashamed.

the second you got back you tried to push past abby as she start to speak. it was your third and final strike. abby grabbed your arm, "you are going to go back to our home right now. i expect you in nothing but your panties on the bed, got it? if you're not, i will make you regret not being on the bed by the time i'm back from speaking to manny. got it?"

abby didn't like the timid nod you gave in response. "what? too ashamed to speak up now? oh baby, i’m going to make you regret not following what i told you back there." she smacked your ass, signaling you to get hurry back.

the ticking of the clock just made time go by even slower for you. it only took you four minutes to get back home, two to take off and fold your clothes, and not even ten seconds to sit on the bed. guilt filled your mind for the other eight minutes it took for abby to get back. you knew it was stupid to go up those steps. you knew abby only ever looked out for you. so why did you do it? you had no time to dwell on it as your heard abby enter your shared home.

heavy boots echoed against the floor as you waited for her to enter the bedroom. two minutes later you saw her appear in the doorway. "so you can listen? what happened to being able to do that back on patrol, huh? you just had to be stupid, didn't you?" your girlfriend practically hissed as she approached you in a clean outfit.

"abby-" you went to interject. but abby wasn't having any of it.

"no. shut up. it seems like you can’t remember who's in charge here. you wanna act all big, baby? i have no trouble putting you back in your place." and with that, you were forcefully rolled onto your stomach, ass in the air.

"you fucked around. and now you're going to find out what happens when you do." her words barely registered to you before you felt her hands running over your left leg. she caught you before you could speak, "don't even try to speak. had to check on your leg just in case. seems a little bruised, but don't worry baby, it won't be as bruised as your ass by the time I'm done with you." you yelped as she smacked your ass.

fat tears were rolling down your face by the time the fifth smack rained down on you. you were blubbering out apologies as she spanked you again and again. you tried to apologize, to explain yourself, but all that came out were snot-filled babbles. she sighed looking at your current state. "you always wanna be my good girl again when i have to teach you a lesson. my sweet girl knows i just want her to be safe. can’t have my baby getting injured," she whispered that last part.

the guilt you felt started to pour over. a sob escaped your throat before you spoke, "abby, abby, i’m sorry. i just- i got bored! i wanted to show you i could do it myself." something about your confession made the girl soften for a second.

"i know angel, i know. you know i just always want you to be safe. gotta punish you now though baby. you know i'll always help you be my good girl again though, yeah?" you meekly nodded. she quickly gave you a sweet kiss to the lips. and with that, abby switched back into her dominating persona.

squealing as she suddenly flipped you over, you grabbed the bedsheets to stabilize yourself. you felt her hands start to trail down between your legs. you almost tried to quiet your moan but decided against it last minute-- things would only be worse if you did because abby loved hearing you. warm fingers slowly parted your legs. it felt like pure torture. fingers suddenly swirled, teasing your clit. you couldn't keep quiet any longer.

"please. please! I'll do anything! i'll be your good girl now," you begged her.

abby only chuckled and shaked her head at that, "we're just getting started and you're already begging me like a slut? pathetic." your cries only fueled her fingers to move faster.

abby quickly pushed you up the bed, forcing your legs to open more. you had no time to respond before you felt her thumb on your clit again with her pointer finger teasingly circling your hole. you felt so overwhelmed you couldn't do anything but let out a strangled moan.

"yes abby, please! I'll be good! i promise!" but your pleas weren't enough for her. she plunged in a finger before you could talk more. "

didn't say you could talk, did i?" no words of yours followed hers. you couldn't speak when she had started to repeatedly hit that spongey spot inside of you that always made you lose your mind with pleasure.

you weren't sure how much time had passed before you felt something familiar buildup in your stomach. both of you knew you were at the brink of orgasming. your moans started to get louder, babbling incoherently. abby just looked smug as she went faster, responding with 'uh-huh?' and 'you like that?' and 'yeah?' on repeat. you knew better than to cum without her saying so when you were in trouble. you shouted out as the coil inside you started to get tighter, you needed that release, you needed to chase that feeling.

"abby, abby, abby. please- oh! please let me cum", you begged her.

she pretended to think it over before suddenly ceasing all of her movements. you cried out pathetically as she pulled her fingers out of you. "shit baby, i need to see you crying this prettily on my cock. if you keep being good I'll let you cum, deal?" abby couldn't help but moan out at the sight of you all fucked out. she couldn't help but feel that rush of euphoria knowing it was because of her. her pants were off the second you whimpered out in agreement.

abby rubbed soothing circles in your thigh as she pushed you to the edge of the bed again. you watched abby tease your slit with her plastic cock. it was the purple one-- a sold 7 inches, with a thick girth, and fat tip. your mouth that was opened to beg suddenly morphed into a gasp as you felt her easily slip into you.

"fuck!" you exclaimed as abby smirked before picking up the pace. you were sure everyone could hear you by now. abby's moans joined the mix of wet sounds, moans, and tears as the base of the strap rubbed against her clit.

it all suddenly felt like too much. you could feel your slick running down your thighs. abby's moans while she chased her own orgasm added a new layer to your pleasure. abby knew you well enough to know that you were at the edge of cumming again. "beg me. make me believe you deserve this," she demanded in between her own moans.

and, well, you knew how to beg, "i'll never cause trouble again! promise! I'll be your best girl again. please abby!"

on the edge of cumming herself, she grunted before crashing your lips together, "cum for me. want to see you become more ruined all because of me." that was all the permission you needed before you fell apart-- you swore you saw stars as she continued to thrust into you screamed her name before cumming.

and usually abby would stop now, but tonight you were being punished so she continued to fuck you as you cried tears of overstimulation. a loan groan left her lips, "fuck angel, you feel so good." all it took was two more strokes before abby's whole body shook as her orgasm ran through her.

within the blink of an eye, abby pulled out of you, causing you to whine. she sushed you as she placed a kiss on your forehead. "you're my best girl, yeah? i’m going to go get a washcloth to wipe you down. not even a whole two minutes, okay sweet girl? she always reassured you she'd be back soon as you tended to whine about her leaving. all you could do was nod as you watched her slip out of the room.

abby kept her word of being less than two minutes. she came back with a big water bottle, your favorite blanket, and a washcloth. you were handed the water to sip on while she wiped in between your thighs. she worked as gently as she could, whispering quiet apologies as the rag ran over your most sensitive parts. you watched her as you sipped your water. "you did so well. always my bravest girl, huh? i just love you so much." you could see the way she looked at you like you hung the stars in the sky.

instead of telling her you loved her back like usual, tears started to roll down your eyes. abby looked at you panicked. "are you hurt? what's going on in my angel's head?" you shook off her questions before wiping your tears away.

"i didn't mean to scare you. i’m sorry abs." she sushed you, not allowing you to guiltily apologize any further. "

it's all over now. you did so well for me. why don't we nap now, yeah?" you nodded, signaling abby to get in bed with you. after throwing the rag to the side and turning off the lights she joined you in bed. you curled up next to her while she placed the blanket over the both of you. you fell asleep feeling safe to the whispers of the both of you confessing your love for the other.

not super edited cause i couldn't stare at it anymore after the second read through n also sleep deprived now oops? this is my first time writing smut, can you tell lmao? i wanted to push my writing boundaries so this lil guy was born. more n even better things to come as i start my summer! if you've read this far thank u so much!! a rb would be so cool if u liked it that much! xoxo, angelanderson (extra note: i realized it spaced it weirdly when i posted so hopefully it’s fixed now?! lmk if not!)

[ashwhowrites]

Enemies to lovers Eddie Munson x Cheerleader! Reader, maybe some months ago Reader was trying to tell Eddie that she liked him, but Eddie was talking with his friends about how he doesn't like cheerleaders and jocks and that made Reader angry at him bc she thought that he liked talking to her (she was his client) so after that Reader started to act cold towards him, and Eddie did the same with her. One day, they got paired together for a Literature project, and they went to Reader's house to work on that but they only spend the afternoon fighting, a day later they went to Eddie's and they were fighting, again, but then they just stayed in silence and started kissing each other and that's when Reader confesses her feelings for Eddie and tells him that's she heard what he said, and he's like I wasn't talking about you, I liked you too, I still like you, and then they have make up sex (if you're comfortable writing that!) and start their relationship

No smut :/ I'm sorry

I hope this is what you wanted and you enjoy it. Thank you for requesting <3

Y/N spent as much time thinking about Eddie as she did talking about Eddie. If she ever wanted to hide the fact she liked him, she couldn't. It was written on her face.

Which is why her friends are sick of her doing nothing to make a move. Chrissy was a girly girl herself, she knew Y/N wanted Eddie to make the move. She wanted Eddie to go after her so she felt wanted. But Chrissy also knew Eddie would never ask out a girl he believed to be out of his league.

After weeks and weeks of Y/N's friends pushing her to ask out Eddie, she was ready to do it.

She tried to shake off her nerves. Her fingertips gripped her textbooks tightly as she walked toward Eddie and his group of friends.

She was a few feet away, close enough to hear him but not close enough for anyone to recognize her.

"You asked my opinion and I gave it. I think asking out Rachel is a disgrace to our kind. She's a cheerleader and friends with all those jocks. Is she going to stand up for you when your ass is being kicked? Nah, I don't think so. Because she's a cheerleader and those are heartless shells."

Y/N felt herself freeze at Eddie's words. Any bit of confidence was washed away as his words traveled down the hall. She knew Eddie didn't like the popular crowd, but she thought he moved past it. She thought she was changing that perspective. Is that all he saw her as? A cheerleader?

Before she heard anything more hurtful, she raced right past.

~~~

"Oh yeah? What about Y/N?" Mike snapped back, ever since his breakup with El, he's had his eyes on someone new. And all he wanted was advice and instead, he pissed off Eddie.

"She's different." Eddie shrugged, in his mind there was no comparison between Y/N and any other girl.

"Because she's yours?" Mike argued.

"He wishes!" Dustin laughed.

"No! Because Y/N has shown to be sweet, kind, and accepting with everyone. She's more than just a cheerleader, but I can't say the rest about the team. Mike, you need to understand some girls are only cheerleaders when the outfit is on, find one like that." Eddie said, smacking down on Mike's shoulder.

~~~

Y/N felt too embarrassed to be near Eddie. She didn't know if this whole time he couldn't stand her. They never hung out outside of deals, maybe he only dealt with her because he had to.

She stopped buying from him and went cold turkey. She didn't bother talking to him in the halls, didn't look in his direction, and acted like he didn't exist.

Eddie noticed the cold shoulder immediately, and it hurt. He didn't understand the sudden change of attitude but he also didn't give it a second thought. Maybe she wasn't as good of a person as he thought.

~~~

Over the next few weeks, they didn't speak to each other. Until they got paired together for a school project. Y/N immediately wanted to beg for someone else but the teacher was strict and didn't handle the backtalk well.

It was awkward, and they both hated that feeling. Eddie sat on her floor, her feet dangling off the bed. She read out loud the book, but his mind was elsewhere. Her room was what he thought it would be, and he adored all the framed photos she had. Her room looked just as sweet as he always thought she was.

"If you aren't going to pay attention, I'll just do it myself." She snapped, and the heavy book slammed shut.

Eddie jumped at the noise but recovered quickly. "Sorry, I was just observing your room." He admitted.

"Well don't. Not like you'll ever be in it again anyway." She snapped again. It hurt her a little to say, a small reminder that they weren't friends and they wouldn't hang out like she wished.

"Yeah, got it." He said back, same snappy tone.

"Look you don't get to have an attitude with me!" She argued she didn't do anything wrong.

"Oh, why? Because we don't get to speak unless it's on your terms? And I'm just supposed to be cool with that? You completely flipped the script on me so yeah, I'm a little pissed!" He argued back. If anyone was allowed to be annoyed, it was him. He was ignored without an explanation.

"Flipped the script? No, what happened was you talked shit behind my back and I finally figured out how you thought of me." She said, her anger leaving as a small amount of sadness settled in her chest.

"Who told you that crap?" Eddie said he felt the want to roll his eyes.

"YOU!" She yelled, she stood up and towered over him. "I heard everything you said to Mike. You went on and on about how cheerleaders are heartless. I can't imagine the other things you said before or after."

Eddie tried to remember what she was talking about, the realization hitting him. He stood up fast, a fast apology on his lips.

"No no no! I did say that yes, but not about you! I would never say those things about you." He tried to grab her hand but she smacked it away.

"Ow" he muttered

"How did you not say that about me? I'm a cheerleader!"

"I know!" He panicked, "but I said so many things after that. You must have walked away or didn't hear me because I explained you were nothing like that."

Y/N felt a part of herself believing him. He sounded so panicked, which meant he was caught or he was trying to prove his innocence and needed her to trust him.

"What did you say?" She asked

"I explained to Mike that the girl he's interested in doesn't care about him. And I knew that because of what you showed me. I see how sweet and caring you are. You're nice to everyone and you don't use your popularity to have power over anyone. You aren't just a cheerleader, you are so much more than that. That's why you are different and that's why I'd never say mean things about you." His words and eyes were pleading for her to believe him. "I'm so sorry you got hurt."

"Well I shouldn't listen to people's conversations," she shrugged, " I appreciate your apology and I accept it. I'm sorry for not talking to you about it. I was hurt because I like you. And I was planning to ask you out when I heard everything." She admitted she turned her head to the floor, her cheeks flamed with embarrassment.

"Holy shit!" He exclaimed, "You like me? And like me enough to want to ask me out?" Eddie couldn't believe his ears. He wanted the same thing, obliviously, but he never thought he had the chance.

She gave him a look and he moved on. It was clear she liked him and she gave him an opening.

He moved his feet forward until there wasn't space between them. His eyes searched into hers for a sign, when her eyes flipped down to his lips he got his answer.

He licked his lips nervously, his hand reaching to cup her chin as he leaned in. His heart raced when she leaned in, both closing their eyes in sync.

Her stomach fluttered when she felt his lips. He smiled when he felt her kiss back, her hands slid around to his back. Her palms were flat against his shirt.

They kissed for as long as they could. Whenever one of them went to pull away, they'd drag them right back in.

Eddie couldn't wait to shove this in Mike's face.

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[livingindabisribcage]

In your Childe NSFW Headcanons you said that he can't cum multiple times because cumming does take all his energy out. So how about one where we ride him or suck him off till he can't take it anymore?

Just Childe getting overstimulated until he cries. Please🙏

"Baby,, baby, please, just- just give me 2 seconds, please."

Childe was barely aware of what was going on at this point, just mumbling out his little begs over and over. In a rare occasion, you were actually able to overpower him, using handcuffs to quickly pin his hands behind him against the headboard of your bed. It surprised him immensely, but you had let your fantasies get the best of you. It's not your fault he's always gone so long, giving you plenty of time to think of all the dirty things you wanted to do to him.

Right now, you were pressing lazy kisses along his jawline as your hand rested on his dick, your thumb moving back and forth over the tip. It was constantly leaking out precum, having been tortured for so long. He had just cum for his 3rd time, which is usually when he hits his absolute max, but you're pushing him today.

"No, we're not done yet. I need to make up for all the time missed, let me make you feel good."

He whimpered loudly, and you squeezed his dick softly before going back to pumping it. He looked so pretty like this - glistening with sweat, his hair messy, eyes droopy and face flushed, while his perfect body twitched every time your hand brushed over his sensitive tip.

However, this whole time you had barely gotten any pleasure yourself, having quickly turned all the attention onto him. And from the way he's looking at you to the little noises he keeps making from your touch, you need to cum.

So, you throw your leg over his hips and lower yourself so that you could grind against his cock. As much as you want it inside, you can't help but tease him just a little more.

"No, ah, wait - why are you being so mean?"

"Do you wanna feel inside of me?" you grind harder onto him and get closer to his face, kissing him and gripping his hair. He nods quickly, his cock throbbing under you. "Please, please put it in. I wanna feel you, baby. Wanna feel your insides." He's breathing so heavily, and desperately trying to thrust up enough to shove himself inside you, but you don't let him. Once he gives up though, that's when you actually adjust and lower yourself enough to press his tip inside of you, and you slowly start bouncing on the tip alone.

"That's it? Can't handle my whole cock anymore?" He was finally starting to regain some of his energy again, probably from his excitement of finally getting to be inside of you, so his bratty side was starting to come out. He tried grinning snarkily at you, but before he could even think you slammed yourself down, burying his cock deep inside of you and causing him to gasp loudly.

You sit up straight and bounce heavily, bringing yourself all the way up to where he's barely inside of you before slamming back down, over and over until he starts whining and moaning again.

"Fuck, baby, you feel so good. I'm so close."

"Already? I've barely done anything." You laugh at him, he usually lasts so much longer, but you must have really made it sensitive if he's close only after a few minutes. He groans and glares at you, "That's- That's not my fault, and you - ah, you know it."

You keep a steady pace as you bounce, but you lean over a bit to start biting at his chest and neck while using your nails to scratch at his sides, hitting all his sensitive spots. He starts shaking, and you can tell he's about to cum.

"I want you to cum deep inside of me, Ajax. Please? Please cum. Now." You whisper in his ear, biting it softly, and he does just that, cumming all over your insides. He cums hard too, immediately slouching into himself as he finishes. But, you haven't cum yet, so you don't stop.

"Mmm, wait, wait wait wait, baby, y/n, baby, stop, please, I can't."

You cover his mouth with your hand, reducing his whines to loud whimpers and moans, and continue riding him. You can tell he doesn't even have the energy to move, so you decide to be nice enough to reach around him and undo the handcuffs. As you thought, all he does is move his hands from behind his back to place them on your waist, but he doesn't try and stop you. Even he knows he's at your mercy right now.

Soon though, he's shaking again, and his hands are grabbing into your sides with more pressure.

"Are you gonna cum again, baby?" He nods, and pulls you closer into his chest as you ride.

"I'm sorry, it just feels so good. It's too much, m sorry" He moans loudly as he cums again, clearly much weaker than last time, but still hard enough to bring tears to his eyes. You slow down for a few seconds, kissing his cheeks and asking if he's okay. "It's too much, baby. I'm gonna die. I'll die if you keep going. I can't take it. Please."

You think for a second, your poor baby is begging you to give him a break... but instead, you resume your bouncing. You can't help it! You're getting close yourself, and God you need to cum. You want to cum all over his dick, and he's just gonna have to take it.

"One more. Give me one more, baby." He's basically crying at this point, purely from the overstimulation. He can barely speak correctly either, mumbling out slurs of 'feels so good' 'I can't take anymore' 'I'm gonna die' 'please'. It's all turning you on so much more, and your orgasm quickly approaches, and you moan and tense up as you cum hard, still bouncing. He rubs your side as you cum, helping you through it, and probably hoping that this means you'll give him a break. But no, you asked him for one more, so you need one more.

So, you keep bouncing. And he sobs, the false hope probably sending him into more overstimulation. You're a little sensitive too, having just came so hard, but you deserve it. But your overstimulation is making you louder, and even sexier to Childe, he loves when you look all sexed out like this. So it's not long before he's whining and cumming again, with very little warning this time.

To tease him, you keep riding slowly, and he begs even more for you to stop. "You said one more, I gave you one more. Please, please give me a break. Please, please, no more. I can't take anymore." You giggle and kiss him softly on the lips.

"Don't worry, I'm done." You climb off of him, breathing heavily, and lay against him. It's quiet for a while, both of you tired, but at some point he threatens you by saying "well see how you enjoy it next time." and you just laugh, "you know you enjoyed it."

"shut up."

[sopebubbles]

Three

Masterlist

Synopsis: in a world where alphas, betas, and omegas live along side modern humans as second class citizens, you've fallen through the cracks of a society that wants to take everything wonderful from you. Luckily a timely encounter with the boys just might save your life.

Chapter summary: The boys talk to you for the first time, but that doesn't really make anything any better.

Warnings: this chapter contains explicit depictions of child ab*se, including physical violence and abusive language, please take care. The tough parts take place in a flashback in italics. otherwise you should be okay.

wc: ~5k

When you first gained some consciousness, your primary thought was that you felt like shit. Were you sick? Or was this just what heat felt like? You had not let yourself go into heat in so long, not since you came to this city almost two years ago. You didn't remember it feeling like this. Painful? Yes. The ache you felt now was different and worse than pain you usually associated with this event, but at least you knew you hadn't been fucked within an inch of your life. No, your sex ached for something it hadn't received. 

Knot. Knot. Need a knot. Your inner voice chanted, desperate to have your needs met, to feel your body full of something. You groaned and rolled to your stomach. Moving only made the ache worse and drew attention to other problems. You were soaked. Your torso, neck and face felt sticky with tacky sweat. Your thighs even more so with thick, sweet smelling slick that leaked out of you all night long. 

Disgusting. That was the other voice in your head, the one that told you to deny every stupid, foolish need your body had because they only hurt you. Filthy animal. Admittedly, that voice did not sound like your own, but rang with the echo of multitudes. 

You wanted to get up and clean yourself off, but your body was weak and tired. Taking a deep breath to gather your strength, you caught several scents. Citrus and lavender. Leather and cotton. Something else too, maybe pine nuts. And over everything a heady sweetness. The voices in your head argued. 

Alpha. 

Several. Run. Hide. 

Find alpha. 

Not safe. 

You wanted to listen to them both but instead you just took another breath in and fell asleep.

The next time you regained consciousness it was because something cool and wet was licking your body. No not licking, but definitely wet. Your eyes jolted awake and you looked up directly into the eyes of another omega. You could tell by the softness of his cheeks and by the warm brown sugar coming from the scent gland in his wrist, right under your nose. He was wiping the sweat from your skin with a damp cloth. 

"Hello, little pup." His voice was soft but there was no expression on his face to tell you his intentions or if he was a threat. But he was a stranger so you immediately began to squirm away. That was when you realized you were entirely naked, mostly covered with a blanket but still bare underneath. The man sighed and put down the wash cloth picking up a different piece of fabric. "Here, you can put this on," he said, holding out a shirt for you. 

You took it from his hands and used it to cover your chest while you waited for him to move, to leave or at least turn around. When you only stared at him for several seconds he smirked. 

"Honey, you're the one who took your shirt off and begged me to remove your bra last night. Don't get shy now."

You looked around the room, but no one else was there to witness your shame. Still there were so many smells around the bare room. Sweet scents worn into the mattress from the Lykos who slept here, their owners must be around somewhere. The man sighed again while he stood. "I'll give you a few minutes to get yourself together. There are a pair of boxer shorts here. Sorry, there aren't any ladies in this house to borrow from. I'm Hoseok by the way. I'll come back in a few minutes and we'll have a talk about what's going on." He left and closed the door behind him without waiting for your response. 

It took a second to shake off the surprise after he'd gone, but once you did, you picked up the damp cloth he'd left on the bed and continued cleaning yourself. He had not yet cleaned your chest and after taking care of that you wiped up the mess between your legs, shuttering at the sensitivity there. You pulled the shirt over your head and then moved to the edge of the bed to stand and put the shorts on. But your legs trembled weakly and you sank back to the bed. That shot any plan of running out of here. As you tried to think of what to do, a knock came and the door opened before you could answer. 

Hoseok returned with two other men, but he let them pass and remained by the door, which he left ajar. You moved back into the bed to create some distance between you as the taller man sat at the end of the bed. 

"Y/N, my name is Jungkook. I'm a police officer. And this Jimin. We found you on the street last night and we brought you to our home. You're safe here." His voice was smooth and kind in a way that had your inner voice purring, begging to bring his familiar scent closer so you could slip back down into the gooey softness of heat. 

"Am I in trouble?" You asked in a quiet voice. 

"Of course not, pup. We just want to help," the smaller one, Jimin, did with a smile. 

"How do you know my name?"

Jungkook blushed. "Full disclosure: we went through your things last night trying to find your pack."

"I don't have a pack," you informed them quickly. Jungkook nodded with what seemed like regret. He had clearly been able to learn that much on his own. "Where's my bag?"

Jimin bent over behind the foot of the bed to pick up your oversized black purse and handed it to you. You dug inside until you found the clattering bottle of pills and pulled it out. "Those won't do you any good now," he commented as you tried to take the cap off. Even your hands felt weakened. You paused and eventually lowered them to your lap. 

"Just as well. I hate these things. They make me so sick."

Jimin took a subtle step closer and put his hands in his pockets to show he wasn't a threat. "Then why do you take them?"

You're quiet for a second. That was an incredibly personal question to ask a stranger. "Because it's better than feeling like this."

Jimin looked like he wanted to ask more questions in this vein, but he held back in favor of letting Jungkook speak. "Is there anyone you can call who can look after you?" You avoided their eyes as you shook your head. "In that case, our pack alpha and pack omega have agreed to let you stay until you've recovered."

Your eyes snapped up to the omega by the door. He was the only one you'd smelled here. You took a breath in through your nose, and you weren't sure before but you were confident now that there were four alphas living in this house, although only three of them seemed to be outside the door. The citrus one you smelled so close last night was missing. Danger. You brought your knees up and hugged them protectively. 

"I have somewhere to go."

"The True Life Ministry?" Jimin asked. You nodded your head. "They won't take you in like this," he told you, but you already knew that. 

"This could last three or four more days. Minimum," Hoseok reminded you. You closed your eyes and let the misery of that truth wash over you. 

"We can't reasonably let you go out on your own in your condition, Y/N. You might not remember, but Jimin and I found you in a very dangerous situation last night. It would be much safer for you if you stayed here. I will personally ensure your protection." 

You looked up to meet Jungkook's doe eyes and found them full of sincerity, begging you to do the one thing you were never able to: trust him. But you'd already learned yourself that you wouldn't be able to get far on your own, and you knew exactly what kind of awful things could and would happen to you if you stayed out on the street. So trust them or not, you knew you had no other choice. You nodded your agreement. 

"I'm supposed to work the next two nights," you said quietly, not sure why you thought you needed to tell them. 

"Someone can call them and tell them you won't be able to make it," Hoseok offered. 

You sighed. "That's okay. I'm probably fired after not showing up last night anyway."

"Our pack alpha is a lawyer. He can be very persuasive." His eyes focused outside the door, presumably to look at said alpha. 

You tried to swallow around the lump in your throat. "Your alphas. There are…"

"Four of them," he told you. "They won't disturb you. They're forbidden from coming in and you don't have to see them if you don't want to."

You nodded but your mind was at war with itself once again. 

Alpha. Need alpha. Please. 

Too many. Too dangerous. They only want to breed you like an animal. 

But you could be so warm, so full. You need them close. Ask them to come in. Please.

The silence in the room made the air stale the longer you fought with yourself, and when you finally looked up it was clear they had all taken note of your disturbance. 

"Thank you," you managed to say, not because you truly felt grateful but because you wanted desperately for everyone to leave. 

Hoseok cleared his throat. "Okay, well, I'll get you something to eat while you're still lucid." It was difficult to predict the ebb and flow of heat, but this break wouldn't last much longer. Normally, during his heats, the pack would be there to care for him and ply him with food and water to keep his strength up, but it didn't seem like that was going to work for you and by the time the next wave of senselessness hit you, you wouldn't be able to feed yourself.

Jungkook and Jimin backed out of the room and Hoseok followed behind, leaving you alone again. He walked to the kitchen to prepare you a bowl of stew. He'd gotten up early this morning to prepare it so that it would be ready when you came around. Taehyung came to stand beside him at the stove. 

"Do you think that went okay?" He asked, hoping that Hoseok could report something different in what he saw from what Tae had smelled in the tangy apple cider vinegar scent coming from you by the end of the conversation.

"It's hard to tell, Tae," Hoseok hedged. "It seemed like the idea of so many alphas around made her a little nervous." 

Taehyung let out a dejected little 'oh.' 

"It's probably best to keep your distance, baby," the omega warned softly. It had tugged at his heartstrings the night before when his youngest alpha had suggested that maybe a good cuddle would help a little bit, but it seemed clear now that would only freak you out. "I'm sorry."

Taehyung shrugged his shoulders. "It's okay. I don't want her to be uncomfortable. It just seems wrong for her to be alone like that, you know?" He held a hand to his chest as if he really felt the pain of it in his heart. 

Hoseok reached up to pet his messy hair. "What a good alpha I have. I would never be able to resist your cuddles."

Taehyung preened at the praise, musky leather scent enveloping him. 

"I need to do a few things. You eat and when I'm done we can cuddle and watch something, okay?" Tae nodded silently and took the bowl that was offered before Hoseok filled another one. 

This time he didn't knock before entering your room and found you sitting in the same protective position he had left you in. He set the bowl down on the table beside your bed and moved away. You looked between the bowl and him but did not move to grab it until he turned his back to you. He heard you sniff it and hum softly to yourself before the spoon began to clink against the porcelain. You began to take greedy spoonfuls of the hot stew while he walked back into the hallway. From the linen closet in the hallway Hoseok gathered several beloved blankets and fresh sheets. When he returned to the room you were slurping up the thick broth from the bottom of the bowl and set it aside with sheepish eyes, as if he would take such behavior as anything but a compliment. 

"Do you want some more?" He asked, but you shook your head. He had a whole pack to feed and you shouldn't take too much. "If you get up for a minute I'll change the sheets."

"You don't have to do that!" Something in your belly felt deep shame knowing how they smelled of your heat and the mess you had made. 

"Don't be silly. There's no point in staying in messy sheets. And you don't need to feel embarrassed about it. We all do it. That's why I always keep a lot of clean sheets." You lowered your face at how easily he had seen through you, but got off the bed when he waved a hand at you. "And I brought lots of blankets. Unless you're more of a pillows kind of girl. I'm sure I can find a few spare ones."

"Pillows for what?" You stared at him blankly as he began to strip everything from the bed.

"For your nest, pup."

"Oh. That's okay. I don't nest."

"Jimin said you're not allowed at the shelter, but you are here!" Hoseok said cheerfully, the mere thought of building a cozy nest to sink into filling him with joy.

"No, I mean I don't at all," you replied, and he paused to turn to you. 

"Never?" You shook your head. "Why not?" 

You scratched your nails up and down your arm, squirmy under his scrutiny and shaky on your legs. Hoseok dropped the spoiled sheets on the floor and when it seemed like you wouldn't answer while he watched you, he picked up a clean sheet and began to stretch it over the mattress. 

"It's bad for you, isn't it? I mean, they say it's unhygienic. And it makes omegas lazy."

Hoseok scoffed and turned to give you an incredulous look. "Who told you that?"

You shrugged. You'd heard it at home and probably at school more than once. The few times you had tried to nest they had told you they didn't want it or a lazy omega. 

Hoseok was speechless. Who would have told you something so plainly untrue? Nesting was an important part of emotional well being for omegas. It was harder not to do than to do. It was important for the pack, too, making sure that all members had a comfortable place to rest. Making sure that all scents were present was important to maintaining bonds and bringing comfort. How could you deny yourself such a basic need?

Not knowing what to say, he simply finished putting the sheets on the bed. When he was finished he took the old sheets under one arm and grabbed the empty bowl with his free hand. He stopped to look at the pile of blankets and then at you with troubled eyes. 

"I'll just leave these here in case you want to give it a try." Maybe your omega instincts would kick in during your frenzy when you couldn't meet your other needs.

Hoseok left without closing the door and walked briskly to the kitchen, catching Seokjin’s attention from where he sat searching for something to watch on Netflix. He was trying hard to pretend it was just a normal Saturday in an attempt to keep everyone calm. When he heard the bowl clatter carelessly in the sink he moved Namjoon's feet from his lap and got to his feet. Namjoon followed puppishly at his heels since comforting his distressed omega was a better distraction than the book he was trying and failing to read.

"What's wrong?" Jin asked when he found Hoseok in the laundry holding the bundled sheets, staring blankly into the washer. "Sweetheart?" He took the dirty cloth away gently and put them aside so that he could pull his mate close and look him in the eyes.

It took him a moment to find his voice. "She said that nesting is bad."

Jin scrunched his face in confusion. "What do you mean?"

"She said she doesn't nest ever, because someone told her it was bad for her."

Jin shook his head. "That's crazy. Why would anyone say that?"

"I don't know," Hoseok said, shaking his head. "Jin, it's like she's totally broken. Like she doesn't even know how to be an omega."

"Maybe she never had one," Namjoon offered from behind them. "I see it with my students. They're adopted out by saps when they don't have packs who can care for them, or if they don't think the pack is doing things right, and they're told all their instincts are wrong and that they need to fight them."

The omega looked at him with a horrified expression. "Why?"

Namjoon shrugged. "There are saps who think we live on the line between humans and animals, and if they can convince us to give up our 'animal ways' then we can find a way to being human."

"That's sick."

"You have no idea," Namjoon mumbled as he looked down at the sheets that were somehow now in his hands. 

Hoseok forgot his shock for a moment to level a stare at the alpha. "Namjoon, what are you doing?"

"Hm?" The man struggled to tear his eyes away to look at his mate. 

"Go on. Sniff them. I dare you."

Namjoon hesitated. This was a trick and he knew it, but your scent was so goddamn inviting. Slowly he lifted the bundle toward his face.

But Hoseok snatched it from his grasp before he could and threw it in the washer. "You are a fucking animal," he grumbled. 

After he got the washer running he took Seokjin back to the spare room with him. The alphas had agreed to use the scent blockers they found in your bag–Yoongi was the only person who used them regularly at work, but never kept any at home, though he promised to pick some up to replace the ones they were using. It wasn't perfect, but it did enough to keep them sane around you. 

Once again, Hoseok entered the doorway of your room but didn't come much closer. You had taken precisely one of the soft blankets he had offered you and wrapped it around your shoulders before positioning yourself in the exact center of the mattress. He could see you shake slightly and the expanding of your pupils told him you had mere minutes left before you'd be insensible again. He wanted nothing more than to take every blanket he had given you and build you the coziest nest he'd ever made, just to show you how it's done. But even then, he knew it wouldn't be a great nest if you were in it all alone. His heart sank into his stomach. You blinked at him as he remembered his purpose.

"This is our pack alpha, Seokjin. Would you like him to call your job and see if you can work something out?"

Seokjin gave you a gentle smile and a wave from the hallway. The boundaries had been clearly drawn for him and he would not cross that threshold as long as you were there, except in a life or death situation. 

You shrugged noncommittally. You didn't meet the alpha's eyes. "I don't know where my phone is." 

Hoseok took a few steps closer to hold it out to you. "Taehyung charged it last night. That's why it wasn't in your bag," he admitted.

You took the device to unlock it and quickly choose the correct number before handing it back. Maybe you knew you were close to dropping and wouldn't be able to participate in the call yourself. Hoseok handed the phone off to his alpha and Jin pressed the button before putting the phone on speaker. After several rings, a gruff voice answered. 

“Hello, I am calling on behalf of Y/N,” Jin started tentatively. He hadn’t prepared. 

The person on the other end paused for a long moment before responding, “yeah?”

Jin cleared his throat. “Yes, well, I’m calling to let you know she won’t be able to come to work for the next several days. She is under the weather.”

The man on the phone grumbled something. “Tell her not to worry about coming back. Marissa said something about her going to heat or whatever the hell fucking thing.” Jin’s face went hot as you buried yours in your arms. 

“That’s not grounds for termination. The service industry does not require that employees disclose secondary gender-”

“Yeah, well, they should. Failure to show up for her shift is grounds for termination.”

“The circumstances were unexpected, but you were notified as soon as possible,” Jin tried to reason. 

“Sorry, but there’s nothing I can do. I have to go.” The phone disconnected before Jin could try another legal argument. He looked up at you with regret in his eyes. 

“It’s fine. It was a shitty job anyway,” you mumbled. But he didn’t miss the souring apple cider vinegar of your scent or how the distress showed on your face.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N. Maybe I can-”

You cut him off with a sharp whine as you fell over to your side. Hoseok knew instantly and shook his head. He pushed the alpha back. “It’s too late, baby,” he told his defeated mate before he closed your door. 

Few people know that when you aren't getting fucked through your heat, it's like a fever dream. Like detoxing. Time isn't real anymore. It was hard for you to separate this time from all the other times you've been lost in this haze of instinct and need. You've been avoiding your heat for over a year just so you wouldn't have to relive these particular nightmares. In your daily life, it's all so much easier to ignore. If you talk to saps and they talk to you like you're one of them, it's easy to pretend that this isn't you, that your body isn't yours, that you've never been betrayed by yourself. And when you're alone, it's even easier to dissociate, to leave yourself until you're a little easier to be around. But here in this frenzy where you're hyper aware of who and what you are and what that takes from you, it's fucking hell. Your body feels twice its size and every nerve is screaming at you, begging to be touched in ways you don't want but can't stop wanting.

You wouldn't call what you did with what Hoseok gave you nesting per se. You were grateful for the clean sheets he had given you. These ones didn't smell as strongly of his pack, but hints were still there. At least for a little while they didn't smell quite so much like you. You allowed yourself to choose one blanket from the pile he'd left on the dresser. One cloud soft blanket wasn't too self-indulgent, right? You needed one blanket. That blanket was now twisted and tangled between your legs, providing little comfort from your tortured dreams.

Your first heat wasn't all that different from this one, if you're being honest. It came on fast and hard with no warning. Or maybe you just didn't know the warning signs. You had been in the room with the sap girls when they were told about their periods and about abstinence in the 6th grade. They were told they would bleed for several days every month for most of their lives. It would hurt, but that was normal. There were products they could buy to help. You weren't the only lykos girl in that room, but you all sat and nodded at the irrelevant information. None of you raised our hand to ask what heats or ruts would be like. None of the sap teachers would have been able to tell you. And you were all secretly hoping you wouldn't ever have to find out anyway.

You were sixteen when your first heat came. Every day you had just been hoping that you were a beta. That would be okay. If you were a beta then no one would ever have to know. They wouldn't be able to smell you. It would be so easy to pretend. But when it came, your adopted mom found you before you even knew what was happening to you. 

You weren't up for your morning chores, which would be bad enough on a normal day. When she came in, she found you had pulled the winter blankets out of your closet and made a cozy little nest. Incensed, she began to pull the blankets from around and beneath you, one hard yank sending you tumbling to the floor, landing in a heap. You whined as she screamed at you. 

"You know you're not allowed to do that. Filthy habits." When she came to pick you up by your arms, her hands slipped right off your sweat soaked skin, and she made a sound of disgust before wiping her hands on her apron. "What the hell is the matter with you?"

"Alpha," you moaned and got to your knees to try to crawl back to bed. 

Her anger flared white hot, and she grabbed you by the back of your shirt. She dragged you out of your bedroom and down the stairs, deaf to your cries of pain, and dumped you at the feet of her husband.

"Look at her. Look what she's done," the woman accused, as if you had chosen this on purpose.

"What's wrong with her?" The man asked gruffly.

"She's turning into one of those animals."

The man looked down at her over his glasses. "We should call the pastor over, just to be sure."

The woman shook her head. "No we can't. I don't want the whole town to know we were raising one of those things all these years." She looked down and wrinkled her nose at you. "Eli turned out normal. I thought she might, too."

The man sighed. "Then what do you suggest we do, Ellen?"

The woman thought for a second. "We'll drop her in the woods off the property and let her fend for herself. Maybe the coyotes will get her come nightfall."

The man sighed again before he bent to pick you up in his arms. He carried you outside and set you in the bed of the beat up pickup truck. The old couple got in up front and the engine roared to life. The rumble it sent through the whole truck was almost like a purr. It was almost a comfort until he put the truck in drive and set off, taking bumpy dirt roads to the most remote edge of the property and sending you rolling and thumping along the cold metal ridges, leaving you bruised like a peach on top of it all.

You couldn't hear what they said, if they said anything, when they set you on the ground by a tall oak tree in a spot that she had deemed far enough away. The blood in your veins rushed too hard and fast to hear anything for several minutes, and by then they were gone, and all was quiet. 

When you were lucid again, it was pitch black outside and the house was quiet. Even though your mind was momentarily clear, you felt disoriented to be in a dark and unfamiliar room. You were in a warm, soft bed that smelled slightly of warm brown sugar and apples. You felt out for the edge of the bed, finding it to be much wider than you expected, and pulled yourself to the side. Tentatively, you put your feet down one at a time, afraid to put your weight down and make a floorboard creak. When you quietly padded to the door on the balls of your feet, you couldn't find the light switch and began to panic in the engulfing darkness. You gave up and wrenched the door open instead. A soft orange glow from the living room was just enough to calm your nerves. Heavy, steady breathing came from that direction, so once again you tried to move as quietly as possible toward the front door.

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[samandcolby4life]

summary: giving Colby head

warnings: nsfw (obv), sub!Colby (low key)

After a very stressful day of filming and editing Colby was burned out. Sitting in his chair staring at the screen in front of him as if it would make the editing process faster. He ran his hand through his hair letting out a big exhale.

His phone buzzed on the table, and he went to look who texted him.

y/n

hiiii!!! wyd?

Colby

editing the videos Sam and I filmed today

hbu?

y/n

i’m boredddd

i'm coming over you have no say in this

Colby

can you get me a monster pleaseeeee

y/n

okay

After talking to you he put his phone down leaning back in his chair closing his eyes for a second before getting back to editing the video.

About 15 minutes later, you walked into his room walking behind his chair putting the monster on the table and putting your arms around his shoulders. He takes your hand and kisses it before turning around to face you.

"Hi love" you tell him moving a piece of his hair from his face. He looked tired, his droopy eyes looking into yours as a smile crept on his face. He pulls you into his lap, your thighs on either side of his legs and pulls you into a hug wrapping his arms around your waist.

"I've missed you" he mumbled against your skin as he buried his face where your neck and shoulder met.

You started playing with the hair at the base of his neck comforting him. "Are you okay?" you asked him before giving him a quick kiss on the forehead.

"Yeah, just a bit stressed, this video seems to take forever to edit" he complained. An idea popped into your mind almost immediately. "I know a way I could help you relieve stress," you said as you got up from his lap and moved to sit on your knees in front of him.

Colby smirked. "Oh yeah?" he asked moving his hand

on top of your head. You started moving your right hand up his thigh. "Are you okay with this?" you asked him before moving your hand even further.

He gave you a small nod. "I need you to tell me baby" you told him. "Yeah I want this" he told you, getting more and more eager by the second.

You started teasing him slowly palming his growing boner through his jeans. "C'mon y/n don't tease me" he told you, his eyes becoming darker with lust. "Beg for it" you told him, smirking, stopping your movements completely.

"Please touch me, please" Colby begged, now desperate to be touched. You started unbuckling his belt and took off his pants and boxers at the same time. His cock sprung up as he was painfully hard now.

You took his cock in your hand starting with slow pumps, giving his tip kitty licks. "Please y/n" he said almost whimpering, not being able to handle the teasing anymore.

You finally decided to give in and put his cock in your mouth. You started moving your head up and down, taking as much of his length as you could, pumping what couldnt fit in your mouth. Colby moved his hand on top of your head pushing you even further down his length making you gag.

You could tell he was close as his whimpers and moans started getting louder, his dick now twitching in your mouth. You started moving your head up and down, taking as much of his length as you could, pumping what couldnt fit in your mouth. Colby moved his hand on top of your head pushing you even further down his length making you gag.

You could tell he was close as his whimpers and moans started getting louder, his dick now twitching in your mouth. "S-so close fuck" he said through his moans. A few seconds later he came in your mouth and you made sure to swallow everything.

'Thank you y/n" Colby said, catching his breath.

"Of course darling" you said, getting up and giving him a peck on the lips.

[ughgoaway]

19 with Matty as like a comfort thing 🥺

Maybe girlie is feeling a little insecure that day

love this!! I answered this prompt earlier as a teacher au thing, but I liked the idea of girlie being insecure so I wrote it again but a little diff! hope you enjoy :)

19- character A holding character B’s hands as character B eats them out, fingers intertwined.

18+ pls!! includes female receiving oral and body insecurity/general insecurity. 1.4k-ish

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You pull at your skin in the mirror, the reflection staring back at you wasn't one you recognised. Your eyes look sunken and tired, and your skin is dull when it used to be full of life.

You could stand for hours critiquing every inch of you, what part of you is too small, too big, too harsh or too soft. And you did. After every shower, you stood in front of the mirror, assessing every inch of yourself.

Matty hated it. of course, he did. You were perfect in his eyes, beyond perfect. but he couldn't stop you.

It happened like clockwork every few weeks. However, today, it seemed especially bad. The usual 10-minute assessment dragged on, becoming longer and longer with every tug and prod. He could almost hear your inner voice screaming about how you're not good enough for him and that he deserved better.

Eventually, you came to bed. Flopping on the mattress and immediately trying to burrow yourself under the blanket. but before you can, Matty grips the blanket and pulls it from your hands, forcing you to flip over and face him.

“I know what you're doing,” he says bluntly, eyeing you suspiciously.

“M’okay. I'm just tired. Long week.” you say softly, throwing matty a half-hearted smile.

You're lying. You both know that for a fact, but you pray that just this once Matty lets it go.

He doesn't, of course.

“Baby, I can see right through you. Standing in the mirror for half an hour and mumbling to yourself angrily doesn't exactly scream “im okay”” he pouts teasingly at you, and you can't help but giggle at his pufferfish face (a term you coined for that exact look early on in your relationship)

You sigh heavily before answering, “Yeah, im just - I don't even know. Feeling shitty I guess. Ugly, insecure, unloveable. You know, all the usual Friday night emotions” You try to lighten the mood with a joke, but everyone who knows you knows you joking is a sign something is really bothering you.

“You are none of those things, my love. Let me prove it to you, yeah?” Matty asks, moving to hover over your body.

You can already feel an ache between your thighs at the sight of your boyfriend above you, but you still can't shake how you're feeling.

“You don't have to, matty. I know I don't look great right now. Don't feel pressured or anything, I'm sure I'll just sleep it off.” 

“Never feel pressured with you, I just want to show you how beautiful you are to me, will you let me?” Matty looks down at you with soft eyes, and you can't pretend you don't want him between your legs for a second longer, giving him an assured nod.

“Gotta use your words for me, baby,” Matty lightly demands, dropping his mouth to your neck and pressing kisses to your skin.

“Mmm yes. Make me feel good, please,” you beg, gasping as Matty nips your neck playfully, soothing each patch of skin with his tongue.

“Thats my girl. Gonna make you feel so good, sweetheart.” Matty whispers in your ear, pulling back with a Cheshire-cat-like grin that has you blushing.

You try to turn away from him, the weight of his eye contact feeling like too much. But Matty places a hand on your jaw, dragging your face back to his and connecting your eyes once more.

Matty holds eye contact as he drops between your thighs, peppering them with kisses and hushed compliments as he moves to where you need him most. His fingers fall between your legs, parting your thighs and spreading you open for him.

“so pretty” he whispers, pressing a chaste kiss to your clit that rips a gasp from your chest. you can already feel your nerves thrumming with desire.

“Please Matty just- I can't take any teasing, please,” you beg, closing your eyes and trying to catch your breath.

“Anything you want, princess, take my hand, yeah?” Matty’s hand moves from between your legs up to grab your own, lightly gripping your hand to ground you and remind you that he wants you. He wants to make you feel good.

You smile softly down at him, looking into his eyes and memorising the exact way he looks right now, to live in your head for as long as it can.

With his hand in yours, he starts mouthing your cunt, moaning and licking your slick like he's devouring a sweet peach, juices running down his chin as he consumes you.

He’s practically making out with your cunt, burrowing himself between your legs and doing everything he can to make you feel good. Every few minutes you can feel a mumbled complement vibrate against you.

“Tastes so good angel.”

“So beautiful for me.”

“Good girl.”

Every vibration of his words against you pulls you closer to the edge. You can feel your skin growing pinker as matty continues between your thighs, a thin sheen of sweat covering your body. Matty is grinding against the mattress below him at the sight of you, but you're too lost in the haze to notice anything right now.

You roll your hips needily against Matty's face, and he immediately understands your silent pleading, moving faster against you and making the fire inside you grow even brighter.

Matty flicks his eyes up to you as he works his mouth over you, slick covering his cheeks as slips a finger inside you, smirking at the broken moan that falls from your lips. Every time his nose brushes your clit you feel a bolt of lightning strike you, your pulse quickens with every touch.

the tension in your gut is growing, and you squeeze mattys hand to warn him, whimpering “close” as best you can between the needy moans and whines.

Matty pulls away briefly, “Cum whenever you need to princess, so good for me.” As soon as he finishes he's diving back between your thighs with a new fervour, fucking you with his tongue and purposefully using his nose to stimulate your clit.

The mix of his tongue and his finger burrowed inside you is dizzying. The air is thickening around you with each passing second, and the only noises filling the room are a mix of your lewd groans and the sticky noises of matty worshipping you.

The neverending streams of compliments and his unrelenting pace against you soon push you to breaking point, coming undone with a whimpered “thank you” and shaking thighs.

Your legs grip around mattys head like a vice, keeping him buried between your legs. And he honestly couldn't be happier with that arrangement, squeezing your hand as you cum to remind you why he's doing this, to remind you how absolutely obsessed he is with every part of you.

Eventually, your legs loosen as the aftershocks stop rattling through your body. The goosebumps over your skin begin to fade, and you start falling back to earth.

Matty quickly moves from between your legs, hovering over you before leaning forward and desperately kissing you, pressing his tongue into your mouth so you can taste yourself. You groan at the taste, moving your hands to grip Matty's hair, grabbing his curls and pulling him closer against you.

You only break apart when your need for oxygen demands it, Matty panting above you with an overjoyed smile on his face. You smirk back at him, planning to repay him in the best way you know how.

But as you move your hand to grip his boxers, you feel the distinct lack of a boner and the presence of a damp spot sitting on the front of them. Your eyes flick down and study the dark grey patch on his underwear. You scrunch your face in confusion for a few seconds until it dawns on you.

He came. Untouched. Just from eating you out.

Matty sees the realisation on your face and groans, dropping down and burrowing his face in your neck. You can feel his cheeks growing hot as you giggle at his reaction, matty brings his mouth up to your cheek, pressing a kiss to it before he speaks.

“You're just really hot when you cum, im kind of obsessed with it. and you.” he whispers, pulling back to look at you with a cheesy grin. His eyes trace over your face, memorising every aspect of how you look.

Even if one day you become a stranger, if this all ends, he wants to remember exactly how you look right now.

He wants to remember the flush on your cheeks, the way the tip of your nose scrunches when you giggle, and the distinct glow of love in your eyes. 

“Love you,” you whisper, leaning forward until you are a few centimetres from Matty's lips.

“I love you too” he whispers back, surging forward and catching your lips in a kiss he hopes conveys every bit of love that his words couldn't.

[your-nanas-house]

"Scarecrow, Scarecrow"

◇ Pairing: Jonathan Crane X fem!Reader

◇ Warnings: smut, edging, riding, handjob, Jonathan Crane, straight jacket, kind of dubcon at first

◇ Summary: Jim Gordon and his colleague go to interrogate Jonathan Crane.

◇ Note: Sorry for the mistakes and the English.

You and your colleague Jim Gordon had been in that interrogation room for more than an hour, nothing had succeeded in making Doctor Crane speak, not even the time since he was still sitting in front of you tied in a straitjacket that kept his entire body immobile and it was getting kind of uncomfortable— you could tell.

Your eyes remained on the black haired man the entire time as you let Jim do the attempted interrogation— attempt because it wasn't working at all and it was starting to stress him out, you could see it and Crane could see it too.

That was the main reason because you leaned closer to him to whisper something in his ear, covering your mouth with your hand slightly so not to make anyone but Jim hear.

You could see out of the corner of your eye you had slightly caught the maniac's attention, making his icy gaze focus back on you even when Officer Gordon got up, leaving the room after whispering something back to you.

It was just you and Jonathan, no one else, the cameras weren't working and you knew it, you were in a room in Arkham Asylum so there were no walls for the people outside to see through— a decidedly sick decision to make.

Jonathan opened his mouth, licking slightly his pink lips

"I'm afraid I've never had the pleasure of meeting you before, Officer...." he said, his eyes trailing on your body and back to your face as he waited to know your name.

You got up from your chair and looked around the room, studying your surroundings while moving closer to him

"Jonathan Crane, huh? I attended a few of your lectures— I must say that they were quite interesting but it was hard to focus" you explained with a blank voice while thinking.

His eyes kept following you, his mouth opened to say something but quickly shut when you sat on his lap

"Let's make a deal, shall we?" You started, licking your lips

"I bet you are quite touch depraved since they locked you in this place so— I can give you what you need if you tell me what I want to know. How does it sound?" You asked softly, not letting him reply immediately just by placing your hand directly on his covered crotch, massaging it slowly while feeling his cock get hard and stiff under your hand.

His breaths came out more labored as you continued the movement of your hand, applying a little more pressure and then quickly moving from that position to lean on the table to admire him before speaking again

"What do you say, Dr. Crane?" you asked seeing his adam's apple bounce slightly as he gulped

"F-Fuck fine but don't stop" he begged quickly, making you hide a smirk.

You moved back on his lap and started to grinds slowly against him, asking him a few questions which received no response.

"This wasn't the deal, honey" you pushed him down on the table, freeing his hard leaking cock before grabbing it with your hand

"Mommy isn't in the mood to play so answer the questions like a good boy to receive your reward, yes?" you whispered against his ear, making him whine like a slut for you.

It took him a few seconds to be able to answer at your comment, too focused on your still warm hand on his rock-hard cock

"Yes— m-mommy, god, please. I will answer anything" he quickly assured you, moaning happily as your hand started to pleasure him, stroking his whole length— moving his foreskin to be able to touch the tip and make him squirm under you.

Jonathan was answering your questions, moving his hips as best he could to fuck your hand making you more aroused as the time passed.

You honestly weren't planning to go all the way with him but the situation was making your pussy ache for release and a big cock like his to fill you completely.

You could see that Johnathan was getting closer and closer to his peak, hearing just his loud moans followed by soft whimper and prays that got replaced by a loud whine when you removed your hand from him.

His piercing blue eyes that were closed quickly opened, staring at you in a desperate way as he tried to understand why you stopped just to groan even louder when your wet pussy made contact with his leaking, thrombing cock.

You started to move your hips slowly, grinding your clit against his V-line before positioning his dick at your entrance not bothering to put a condom on it— too lost in your wish of pleasure.

Your pussy swallowed him up, taking all his inches easily because of how wet it was; your head dropped back as your mouth let out a pornographic moan that made Jonathan whimper and his cock twitch inside of you.

It took just a few bounce and the view of your tits to make Dr. Crane reach his peak, his back arched in a delicious way as his mouth dropped, letting out loud moans just for you.

His icy blue eyes rolled back under his pretty eyelids and his messy hair got more stuck against his forehead because of his sweat.

Sadly for him as soon as you reached your climax, you got up not helping him reach his own— you had the informations you wanted but he had been a brat at the beginning of your interrogation so you decided that he didn't deserved his reward.

Jonathan wasn't happy about it, you could see it in his eyes and the way he was clenching his teeth making his jawline stand out even more.

You were probably doing a mistake that you would regret if he would ever escape from Arkham but you didn't care so you left, leaving Jonathan Crane, aka The Scarecrow, with blue balls— still tied with a straight jacket and his cock out.

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[charlesswife]

times that charles and y/n showed they are couple but keep saying they are not - video

pairing: charles leclerc x f1 driver! reader

summary: after their public kiss, fans went crazy, one of them made a youtube compilation of your favorites formula one drivers being a wholesome couple but saying they are just friends

lowercase indeed

[intro with monotone voice]

hello friends, in this video i'm going to show you how charles lechair and my queen y/n y/l/n are a couple, they can't really deny it, they are so obvious they make me sick, specially after the kiss they had on tv.

[cuts to the video playing in slow mo with the intro of careless whisper]

anyways here we go

we start at the 2022 Met Gala, where our queen decided to bless us with her presence, and who is a few feet from her? Charlito. They both looked stunning as how it is and absolutely angelical together.

they both approach one of the interviewers and while the interviewer was asking y/n about what she was wearing, charles was only giving y/n heart eyes, only looking at her.

you ain't fooling anyone charles, you love her.

"We are here with celebrity icon and Formula One driver y/n y/l/n" the interviewer started, "alongside her, it's Charles Leclerc"

"Hello" I greeted her.

"So tell us a bit about your outfit, who are you wearing?"

I said what I had memorized before the MET, explaining about the dress, the collaboration with the designer, and what the theme means to me. typical questions with typical answers.

"I see you came with Charles Leclerc, was that planned?"

I wasn't surprised about the question, I knew people were gonna ask about Charles, but she was so bold for it. I looked at Charles, who was already looking at me.

"He begged me to come," I said, "he almost cried like a baby," I laughed. Just as I did that, a piece of my hair got in front of my face, before I could fix it, Charles' hand was already doing the job.

"Well, we are glad you did. You guys definitely look good together"

[cuts to second clip]

if you thought that pierre and charles were the gossipers of the grid, you are wrong. it's y/n and charles. whenever they are in the same room, they just look at each other and the telepathy starts.

"it's crazy the way Charles and Y/n understand each other" Lando said to his twitch chat, "like they just know what the other is thinking it's scary."

The comments started to flow, chat wanted examples.

"Like the other day, some of the drivers, we were all talking and out of nowhere Charles just hands her like a hair tie? no idea where he got it from but apparently y/n made this 'face'" he quoted with his fingers, "that she was hot, he's such a simp, he says he always has one for emergencies"

after a few seconds he started ranting again about Charles and Y/n

"they like to judge people too, they might laugh and deny it but it's true-- last week Carlos was doing this dance move thing and immediately charles and y/n look at each other and it looked like they were having a mental conversation, mate they are crazy together," he reads the chat, who was asking more about their relationship, "I don't think they are just friends as they say, but whatever"

[cuts to third clip]

In the picture of Formula One first day, Y/n said her favorite song is Ready for it? by Taylor Swift.

The social media person in charge of Tiktok, Sarah (idk their names this is just made up), followed Charles with a tiny mic and asked him

"Excuse me, what are you listening to?"

Charles took out one of the headphones and asked, "What?"

"The fans want to know what you are listening to"

"Oh! I'm listening to Taylor Swift" he giggled as he showed the screen to the camera. The song being Ready for it?

There is a speed up walk to Y/n in her red suit drinking water. She sees Sarah with camera in hand and waves at her.

She repeated the same question from before, "Excuse me, what song are you listening to?"

"I'm listening to my girl Taylor! Look What You Made Me Do from the Reputation album," as she showed the screen, a message notification could be seen 'Charles ❤️ - iMessage' she turned her phone back to her to take out the notification, "Oops" she turned the phone back to the screen, "Here we go" she said with a smile.

The caption of the video was 'Our ferrari drivers being Taylor fans is a big slay'

[back to main screen]

i rest my case, but we cannot forget about this iconic moment from charles and y/n, this moment lives rent free in my head.

"So for today we are going to give you boards, and we are gonna go who's most likely"

As Y/n got her board, she said, "this should be fun, we know each other pretty well,"

Charles nodded, "I think I know more about you than you about me"

"Is this a challenge, lord Perceval?"

He laughed, "I mean that's the whole point of the video."

"Bring it on, big boy"

The camera was recording the whole interaction. As Charles was doing the intro for the video and explaining what they were doing, Y/n was doodling in her board and erasing stuff.

"I am so ready to crush you," she said.

"Let the best racer win"

"Who's most likely to want to do something spontaneous during the weekend"

Y/n started writing her anser, "Guys, this is pretty obvious," she turned her board around and the words Charles were on it. Charles had the same answer.

"Me. 100%"

"Charles is always wanting to do something over the weekend, I just wanna chill at home with my cat," she explained as she erased the board.

"So true, I have to drag her out of her house sometimes"

"Which reminds me that I need to change my lock or take away your key," with her comment, Charles rolled his eyes.

It went on like that for a few more rounds until the game was other.

"I think we did a good job," Y/n says.

"I think so too," Charles agrred.

"High five," she put her hand up for him so high five her, as he did, he grabbed her hand and pulled her chair closer to him.

The scene was repeated in slow motion with Careless Whisper in the back again.

[outro]

i really need charles and y/n to confirm their relationship so i can be have a nice good night sleep.

dont forget to share, like and comment for more videos of charles and y/n.

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is this...? a new series...? anyways, enjoy this while i start to write the new chapter of UNEM, which i'm hoping to upload by monday.

let me know what you think about this imagine and if youd like to see more of charles x f1 driver! reader! because it is definitely fun writing about it.

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[loveundrwrld]

oneshot, trying something new. gender neutral reader x male yandere

cws: kidnapping, implied stalking, general yandere creepiness

you get into a relationship with a man you met on a blind date, but you begin to regret not breaking the relationship off sooner . . .

you take a deep breath, and take another sip of your wine. it had to be today. you had your mind set on it. you were on a date with him and you were going to finally bring it up.

today, you were definitely going to break up with your boyfriend.

you had felt bad over wanting to do so. after all, you had liked him so much in the beginning.

the relationship had started out so well.

you two had met on a blind date your coworker had set up. she had a friend, jack, who was looking for a partner and she knew that you were single. to her, the solution was obvious.

you had your reservations, not wanting to get into a relationship too soon after your last one. but eventually, she successfully cajoled you into it, reassuring you that he was nothing like your ex. and it’s only one date, after all. what’s the harm in that?

the first date went surprisingly well. he was a good listener. he had a lot of hobbies in common with you, liked a lot of the same movies, and seemed very into you.

he was flustered, nervously stuttering his words and blushing. you were flattered by how much you affected him.

he was cute, too. tall and long, with soft shaggy hair and big brown eyes. he just had a sweet look to him. it was like he was a big dog- cute, but in an approachable way.

it was all enough to charm you into asking for a second date. and then a third, then a forth.

as the dates went by, you slowly went from feeling charmed to feeling wearied of him. he was sweet, but sickly sweet, like a candy that left a bad taste in your mouth.

he gave you lots of compliments and affection. excessively so. he was always early to dates, no matter how early you tried to get there. he began calling and texting you, all the time, even while you were asleep. he was constantly giving you gifts as a surprise, too.

it was all too much for you. you kept being too cowardly and backed out of it ending things every time you met, but this time you resolved yourself that you would do it for sure.

and then, to your surprise, during your date, he starts to get down on one knee. he brings out a box from his back pocket, and you grimace, knowing now for certain that you have waited too long.

you stand up as a reflex. "jack, don't-" you hiss slightly, nervous.

his wide smile quickly falls.

"what do you mean, don't?"

you suck in a deep breath, and look around you. everyone is looking at the two of you.

"i mean, i'm very flattered, but isn't this relationship moving… a little fast?" you say, keeping your voice quiet. "it's only been a few months and you're proposing."

despite your best efforts not to make it a scene, you can still hear people muttering in hushed tones.

"but i know that you're the one for me," he says in a wobbling voice. "why wait any longer?"

"because! i don't think that you are the one for me."

his face immediately drops, his eyes beginning to shine with tears. still on the floor and looking up at you, he looks rather like a kicked puppy. you instantly regret your sharp tone.

you feel the pressure of everyone's eyes on you. all the guests around you now are giving you dirty looks.

"i'm sorry," you say, in a quiet voice. "i didn't mean to say it like that. but, it's the truth. i can't do this any longer. it's just all moving so fast for me. you should have someone who can move at your pace, but that’s not me.”

"…that's ok." he looks at you with a pleading expression. "if you don't want to get married yet, we can try to take it slow."

"no… actually i think that it's best we end it now. let's just break up."

he keeps looking at you with tears running down his face, silently begging you to change your mind. you smiled at him, tensely, as an apology. he starts to sob a little, and you feel awkward and guilty, aware of how everyone around you is silently judging you.

you turn around to leave, but you feel a hand tugging on your shirt sleeve.

"wait. at least let me drive you back. you've had too much wine today for me to let you drive."

you nod, looking down. you let him lead you into the passenger seat of his car, waiting for him while he pays.

you look around, idly. it was the first time you had been in his car, as he always insisted he’d rather be driven by you anywhere than the other way around. it was a lot less clean than you expected.

there is a mess on the dashboard, tons of paper and receipts. you see that it’s credit card statements after glancing briefly. you see a lot of zeroes and you avert your eyes, feeling some guilt over the questions that pop into your mind.

might have something to do with the ring, too, you think with a sinking feeling in your stomach

he comes back, and you avoid his eyes, looking out the window to the parking lot as he climbs in the driver's side.

"…i'm sorry," you say again, softly.

"but you won't change your mind?"

you shake your head.

you feel his arm tugging you into a half hug, and gives you a small smile. you look up at him, confused. his grip on your arm tightens.

he quickly pulls out a rag, pushing it over your mouth.

you weakly try to scream, muffled by the rag. you quickly start to feel tired, the chemical scent lulling you into darkness.

"shhh… it's ok. just close your eyes."

he holds down the rag firmly, holding you to him with his other arm. when your squirming slows down fully, he leans you down into the car seat.

he was just thankful you hadn't looked closer at the papers on the dashboard before he got in.

after all, those had his real name on them.

[gingerjolover]

jb calling reader princess 🫣

sorry i took so long! i forgot i made pita dough and then i had to cook them lol

in a jb mood so let do this! some of the times jb calls her gf princess! (i don't think princess is an everyday name, someone call me out if im contradicting my own pet names blurb)

rpf smut under da cut, minors gtfo<3

when you're sad:

jb is a hugeeee empath and i know the second she sees soft!gf's lip quiver she's instantly on her just like "oh princess, it's okay...come here," and holding you in her arms. she's pressing little kisses to your head/hair, rubbing your back and hips, trying to hold you as close as possible. i referenced this in my tramp stamp mini fic but she wants to crawl into your skin, esp when you're sad she is affection to the max

when you're mad at her:

she is soooo pouty, esp if its not like a big blow out fight, she all but whines, kissing your cheek, trying to cuddle into you but you're sooo annoyed by her and she's not above begging, "princess, it was an accident, I'm sorry okay? you're my girl, you know that right? my princess," and then pouting at you, maybe even tickling your sides just to get you to giggle

when she's teasing you:

y'all know the VIBES! softdom!jb loooooves to mock you, okay picture this she has you on all fours just rocking your shit with a strap and her nails are digging into your hips, "that's it princess, fucking take it," like all raspy and focused and then you're whining so obviously the dom leaves her voice and she's giggling being like "you're so cute princess," and rubbing your back

when you're waking up/going to sleep:

talked about this in her accent blurb but she is fully a "g'mornin princess," esp because her accent is the heaviest right after sleep, voice raspy and thick. reserved for the mornings when she wakes up immediately needing to be in between your thighs. going to bed i don't think its inherently sexual like the morning, i think she could be half asleep and you're trying to discreetly take her book off her face and chest, trying not to wake her up, bookmarking it and putting it on the nightstand. she’s fully rolling over onto you (trying to crawl into your skin fr!) and mumbling against your lips, "thank you princess," before moving wet kisses onto your neck, eventually slowing down as she starts to snore softly in your ear.

bonus - in a fight, mean!julien:

she definitely uses it as a mocking name intended to hurt you, y'all do not fight often, there's not a ton of jealousy or major fundamental issues in your relationship but sometimes you both let the stress take over and rather than grounding each other, you're igniting each other up and the words burn, everything around you in flames where you just cant come to middle ground. the house is definitely tense for a few days and maybe julien is just really fucking stressed and you ask for something completely valid but its more than she can give you right now and she pulls the "it's not all about you princess," and it cuts your heart right open because princess is a name she calls you with so much love usually, but this time its venomous, so it really takes soft!gf some time and really tough convo to get over it.

[spatialwave]

i'm sorry but i NEEEDDDD a scene of limoreau TALKING about everything that happened, their first kiss, their first night together, the blackout caused by cate, what are they feeling right now about each other, I NEED TO SEE THEM TALKING!!! and if prime video is not going to give to us then i'm here, begging for you to write something about this😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

aye aye! have no fears because your local limoreau tumblr writer is here! (this takes place literally right after our lil ep 7 limoreau scene.)

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jordan looked back at marie, their jaw clenching a few times. "neuman? how the hell are you going to talk to neuman?" they asked her, almost a look of worry flickering in their eyes, "just going to waltz into the forum and ask her from the audience?"

"no, of course not. look, we go to shetty's office and find some information and we'll figure it out from there, okay? as long as we can find a way in there." marie was adamant about the plan, looking between jordan's eyes, "we have to go."

just as she was spinning around on her heels, she heard the sound of jordan's shift. a second later a hand over her elbow, a soft grip.

"wait," their voice cracked.

marie stopped herself, looking back to them, "jordan we need to-"

"i said wait," they snapped, brows furrowing together, "can we just talk? for like ten fucking minutes, just... please."

marie's expression softened as she looked at them, seeing the sincerity shaking in jordan's eyes. she smiled knowingly, "see? you can still prove a point as a girl."

that quip managed to get a laugh out of jordan and a smile that almost reached their eyes. they dropped their hand, instead stepping closer to marie and looking deep into her eyes.

the silence between them was deafening. the only thing breaking it was the slight rustle of the wind in the nearby trees and the deep rumble of a truck that drove down the street. between them, it was quiet.

"we need to talk about what happened. everything." jordan broke the silence, their brown eyes shaky with worry.

marie could see it immediately, the fear and insecurity that was beginning to fill them. there was a reason both of them were avoiding this conversation, it was easier to dance around it because they were blithely ignoring their biggest anxieties.

she straightened up slightly, clenching her jaw as her breath hitched in her throat. she was caught on her words, mouth parting to speak but unable to say anything.

"i like you, marie," jordan kept on, their eyes flickering over her face and seeing the way this conversation had put a halt on her thoughts. they didn't blame her, they both seemed good at avoiding what needed to be said for the sake of everything else going on. jordan clenched their fists, trying so hard to keep themselves from shifting back into their comfort zone around marie, "i like you so fucking much and i'm worried you only like me when i'm-"

"don't shift," marie had stepped forward in an instant, her hand moving up to caress jordan's jaw much like they had earlier. her eyes were wide and soft as she looked at jordan, admiring their feminine features, "that's so not fucking true, jordan. i mean, yeah, it's a first for me but, like... i think i like it."

jordan's lips cracked into another smile.

"no, i do like it. i really like it. i mean i like you," she explained further, voice breathy as she spoke fast and tried to explain her feelings.

that only made jordan break into a quiet laugh, unable to hide their amusement at the way marie rushed through her confession of attraction. they felt giddy, like everything good was finally happening.

"you're a dork, moreau," they snorted, their face rubbing against the hand that held their jaw, "a cute dork."

marie's adrenaline was still skyrocketing through her veins, but the fear was gone. she was left with this odd culmination of elation, butterflies and the inability to wipe a toothy smile from her lips.

"it's true," she breathed out through a returned laugh, letting the two of them even out their breaths and enjoy each other's presence before daring to speak up again, "i want to spend more time with you... you know, go on cheesy little dates and not dance around the idea that you might not be-"

"your girlfriend slash boyfriend?" jordan interrupted through their smile, lifting a hand to rest over marie's as their thumb rubbed along her hand, "i'd like that. being together."

marie's eyes lit up and she wore a smile that matched jordan's. she leaned forward and pressed their lips together. the kiss was soft and foreign, but familiar. a piece of jordan that she was missing out.

as the two of them broke the kiss, they let their breath linger and mix, enjoying each other's closeness.

"let's go to shetty's office and get this fucking mess figured out," jordan murmured against her lips, kissing her just once more, "then i can take you on a date after."

[singmyaubade]

goodnight cherry

| synosis: your stepbrother eddie can't get enough of you.

| stepbrother!eddie x y/n

| warning: NONCON, pure smut, cursing, stepcest, etc..

before you read, this does feature NONCON, i am not responsible for what you read further on !

you were watching a movie on the couch, doing nothing really. it was quite lonely in the house without your parents, only your stepbrother was present but you hadn't really seen him all day until he walked through the door,

"y/n!" he yelled.

you were already nervous, it's not that you actually disliked his personality or how he present him, it's just how he acted towards you.

he always tried touching you or groping you for no reason, you didn't like a single bit of it, you just wish he would stop whatever he was attempting to do.

"in here." you said, still paying attention to your movie.

"aren't i glad to see you?" he panted, sounding like he ran thirty blocks.

"glad to see you too eddie." you nervously replied.

"whatcha watching?" he asked, sitting next to you.

you cleared your throat, scooting a bit, "oh just a rom-com, it's stupid." you laughed, trying to clear any tension.

"i'm sure it is." he said, eyeing you up and down, "you don't mind if i watch with you, do you?" he asked.

"actually i was gonna head upstairs-" you started replying, looking at him.

"you don't want to watch a movie with me?" he asked, pouting at you.

"it's not that, i'm just a bit tired." you said.

"please just stay for the rest of the movie." he begged.

"but eddie-" you frowned.

"please." he gave you puppy dog eyes as you sighed.

"okay, just for the rest of the movie." you said, cursing yourself for being a pushover as eddie looked excited.

after thirty minutes of the movie, you began growing extremely tired, nodding off. eddie seemed to notice that almost immediately as you drifted into a deep sleep a few minutes later.

"y/n." eddie whispered, poking you but you were already far gone.

he started caressing your legs as you coughed a little bit causing him to panic for a second.

he started moving towards you, opening your legs from their closed state as he started massaging your clothed pussy.

you moaned a bit in your sleep as eddie watched you intently. he moved towards your lips, giving generous pecks as he massaged your clit.

he began taking off your shorts and panties, kissing you more as you were unresponsive, sticking his tongue inside your mouth, he could swear you tasted like cherry.

he took off your shorts and panties, touching your exposed clit. you were so wet and it was making eddie harder as he sank down to your cunt and started sucking on it.

you moaned as eddie ate you out so rough that it was unbelievable that you were still asleep.

he lifted up your shirt, massing your tits and moving from your cunt to your nipples, sucking on them vigorously as they hardened.

your mouth agaped at all of the pleasure you were receiving which made eddie admire your beauty.

"so fucking pretty." he complimented, sucking your nipples.

he unbuckled his belt with a click, pulling himself out and stroking his cock as he lined up to your entrance.

he pushed inside of you as he groaned while you twitched in your sleep, "so fucking tight, holy shit."

he pounded into you, going slow because he didn't want to hurt you but you felt so good.

he had wished you were awake and screaming for his name but he knew it was too dangerous and just feeling you was enough.

he started pounding harder into you as you moaned harder, not being able to handle the pleasure. he kissed your lips while fucking you, suppressing your moans.

he began feeling you were about to orgasm as you twitched around you, clenching him harder as you came.

"i'm coming, shit." he said as he pulled out, coming on your stomach.

he situated himself, pulling up his pants from around his ankles and putting your panties and shorts back on you.

you awoke the next day in bed, your cunt puffy and red aching.

you walked downstairs to greet your parents as you approached eddie, "how did i get upstairs last night?" you asked, yawning.

"oh i just carried you up." he replied.

"oh thanks eddie." you smiled.

maybe he wasn't all that bad after all.

[dreamofjoys]

Short drabble for Incubus Malleus

cw: female reader, modern au, blowjob, groping, drugging(aphrodisiacs), dubcon, praising, mentions of ex boyfriend, eating you out heh, unprotected sex, overstimulation, cumming, not very detailed a/n: Im not the original person who came up with this incubus malleus au but WE NEED MORE!!! This is just my version of it <3

Incubus Malleus who owns a club in the human world. The main purpose of it was purely just to lure humans in and let him and his retainers to feed on their sexual desires. He is the King of demons, and it is only his job to ensure that his kind has enough food to survive.

He thought that humans were boring, especially the women in the club who would so willingly crawl under his feet, purposefully pushing their lower lips out into a pout, batting their fake eyelashes at him, begging to take a taste of his cock.

Malleus rejected those advances. He doesn't allow anyone to touch him at all. Instead, he gropes at their breast, thrust his fingers into their pussy and sink his fangs into their neck and allow himself to feed. In his eyes, they were just preys to him. Preys don't deserve to touch a high ranking demon like him at all.

It wasn't until one fateful night you stumbled into his club, alone, ordering a few shots of vodka and opting to drink at one isolated corner so that no one would disturb you.

The moment Malleus laid his eyes on you, he knew he wanted you by his side, forever. And his instincts were proven right the moment he had you lying naked beneath him, looking at your teary eyes and wobbly lips. Your nipples had hardened at the touch of the cold night air. You were rubbing your thighs together, trying to contain the unbearable heat in your core that was screaming at you to spread your legs wide.

"Beautiful." Malleus sang praises of you as he gives hot open mouth kisses from your neck, down to your breast, lower stomach and your core. You whined when he spread your legs open further, displaying your flower to him as he immediately dives in, nose pressing onto your clit while his tongue slips into you to explore your insides.

He had no regret asking his retainer to spike your drink before bringing you to his private room in the club. Truly, you taste like the sweetest fruit in heaven. Malleus had eaten out many women in his 1000 year of lifespan, but none of them will ever taste as good as you.

You were unsure if this was the right thing to do. You only came to the club because you wanted to get your mind off about your boyfriend - ex boyfriend - who had cheated on you. It wasn't your intention to have a one night stand but this stranger who has fully buried his face between your legs was so good at whatever he was doing, you couldn't help but to tug on his raven locks, pulling his head so that his tongue could reach deeper inside you.

"Mo-more-" you begged, and Malleus compiled, feeling satisified that you had decided to give in to pleasure, to give yourself to him. He stays in between your thighs for a long time, drawing out numerous orgasm from you, making you cum just on his tongue only.

Was it too much for you? No matter, he has better things in store for you. Malleus discards his clothes within seconds. His cock standing straight up, pre cum already leaking on the top as he smears it on your folds.

You are a lucky one, because this is the first time Malleus had decided to fuck someone nice and good. You will be his. He thinks as he cruelly sinks his thick cock inside you, moving his hips so that he could fuck your pussy into the shape of his cock.

He takes in the sinful sight of you clutching onto his arm that he had placed beside your head, babbling incoherent words. Your boobs jiggling up and down, a small bulge forming at your belly, a physical reminder that he was taking you as him.

"i'm go-gonna cum-"

"su-sure, me too,"

And just like that, you creamed all over his cock like a good girl he knows you are while he paints your walls white, finally marking you as him.

You were wrong for thinking that this was a one night stand. Afterall, Malleus had never intended to let you go after laying his eyes on you. He make sure to fuck you over and over again, the smell of his cum was so strong that all the other incubus stayed away from you.

Don't ever think of running away from him. He had peered into your dreams and learnt everything about you, including your ex boyfriend who had cheated on you. So why not just stay with Malleus? He can take away your pain and make you feel so so good. You just need to give yourself to him and let him feed on you.

Besides, he fucks better than your ex.