#my possessive loving ass is quaking

[carelessflower]

You'll find that you were never not mine (You're mine)

[weskie]

Stress Relief [And Love] (Albert Wesker x f!Reader)

18+ | ambiguous anatomy reader, femme terminology reader [masc terms here], smut, light degradation, aftercare | Fic Directory

Your face presses into the glass, breath fogging it to obscure the delicate, world-changing organisms inside.

He’d come to see you again.  A checkup on your progress, he’d said– his usual excuse.

Most often, he came down here for you.  You, his prized possession and the apple of his eye, were the real treasure within the cramped laboratory.  Though the flowers you’d raised and spliced were the fuel powering his dream, he’d long since told you how ridiculous he found the field of botany.  Beyond his tastes and especially his interests.  But he was interested in you.

He needed you.

More than you knew, actually. For the longest time, you thought it odd that his visits kept growing in frequency– that is, until the first day he’d stripped a glove from his hand and caressed your cheek with his fingertips, eyes shining brighter beneath those signature dark shades of his.  You’d never really considered your feelings for him prior– attractive as he is– but you practically turned to jell-o that day.

“My little flower girl.” He murmured, tilting your chin up for the softest, sweetest kiss you’d ever had.  Just like that, you were his.

Just like you are now.  

He drives into you from behind, hips snapping sharp and fast.  A long day, he’d told you.  Albert Wesker was typically a generous lover.  Exceptional dates, thoughtful gifts, and a laser-like focus on ensuring your comfort and happiness– but especially your pleasure.

Today he takes for himself, and you’re all too happy to oblige.

He’s got your lower half stripped bare, perfect for him to take in the sight and tease you as he pleases.  Nails biting at your hips, a palm striking your ass, fingers slinking around your waist to tease you mercilessly.  His hands are everywhere all at once, clouding your mind, and his face is buried in the curve of your neck where he kisses and nips and bites to his heart’s content.

“Look at you,” he growls.  “Your legs are quaking.  Pathetic.”

You mewl for him, nodding.  You’re almost positive his iron grip around your waist is the only thing keeping you from hitting the floor.  He takes a step closer, pinning his body to yours and pushing you further against the warmth of the flower tank.

Wesker grinds into you while a hand snakes up to grip in your hair, tugging your head back just enough for his lips to meet your ear. “My sweet little flower girl,” he coos, hips pushing circles against you.  You nod.

You are his.

He uses you for at least an hour, coming deep inside of you, eating you clean, pushing you to your knees to get him ready once more, then fucking you all over again.  By the time his seemingly awful day is worked out of his system, you’re a worn out mess on legs far too wobbly to stand.

Which is how you end up in his arms, engulfed in a warm bubble bath.  You had no idea that he lived in the facility, let alone had such an extravagant bathroom.  It makes you envious for all the times you ever had to rinse off in the cramped little emergency shower in the lab after an unfortunate specimen exposure.

He’s so gentle with you, even going as far as to nudge your head back to rest against his chest when you try to fuss over him.

“Allow me to at least be a gentleman now,” Wesker murmurs as he moves a washcloth in circles over your bite mark ridden shoulders.  He’d traced every bruise and mark he left on your body with featherlight touches, each stutter a silent apology and declaration of his own disdain for how he’d handled you.  It was endearing to know how much he truly cared under that cold exterior he always seemed to have.

You give him a gentle, humming laugh.  There was no doubt in your mind that he’d take care of you afterward.  He always did.

“Rest, my dear.”  He coos, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head. Not that you were trying to fight it, but you did like to drag out your moments together.  “I’ll be here when you wake.”

And that’s exactly why…

“D’you promise?”  

Wesker was always on the go, always busy, always something to take care of that left you waiting and missing him terribly.  Such a statement was incredibly uncommon.

“I promise,” he says, smile audible in his voice.

Your eyes flutter shut, mind at ease knowing he’ll be the first thing you see when you wake.

[ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused]

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄: Mistress Kink w/ Emily Prentiss

a/n: OKAY LISTEN. i did NOT mean to miss a day. i ended up falling asleep then i was super busy for the rest of the night so it totally slipped my mind, but here it is now!! hope yall are excited for some grey haired dommy mommy emily! this is for my fellow wlw out there, i love yall! MWAH ;*

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There was something about Emily’s presence that commanded respect wherever she went, her aura darkened with a certain kind of dominance that many people had difficulty putting their finger on. Maybe it was because she was the Unit Chief, or that before her promoted status all those years ago, she was a woman with many secrets.

Of course, you knew though, because you were her wife, and even in the bedroom she held herself in high regard, so who were you to treat her with anything less?

“Mistress?” You asked quietly, body twitching in slight nervousness as her fingertips stroked the curve of your bare back in an up and down motion, her touch featherlight. Your body was always so sensitive to her touches, and after years of being intimate with her, she had fine tuned and tweaked your nerves like a guitar.

She’d had you stripped down to nothing and laid over her lap, your naked breasts resting on her pant clad thighs. You had no idea what you had done to invoke a punishment, but you honestly don’t think that this is what that was, because your ass would have already been spanked raw due to you rubbing your thighs together to relieve your aching core without her permission.

“Sh…” She soothed you to silence by gently caressing the globes of your ass. “You did nothing wrong, my pretty girl. I just want to appreciate my wife, can’t I do that?” She asks softly, her fingers now stroking your wet slit teasingly. Your breath hitched in your throat, fingers twitching from where they gripped the sheets.

“Yeah,” You sighed, body going lax in her hold. “Of course you can, mistress.” 

She hummed thoughtlessly, the pad of her finger descending through your soaked folds, and slipping inside of you. A wanton moan caught in the back of your throat, your head lifting up from where it faced down. There were times like these where all Emily wanted to do was give, with no expectation for anything in return. It was possible she was involved with a case where someone lost their lover, or a situation that probably hit too close to him that possessed her to act like this. Not that you were complaining.

You cried out when she added another finger, the length of her aged digits rubbing against your sensitive and velvety walls deliciously, the pads of her fingers pressing your spongy g-spot. Her movements were soft and full of love, no urgency in her movements as she dragged out your pleasure. 

Your orgasm slowly bubbled in your gut, twisting when she finally added her third and final finger.

“Oh!” You gasped. “Mistress… please!” Your chest rose and fell with your pleas. 

“I got you my sweet girl.” She praised over your loud noises, but her ministrations sped up, the twist of her wrist getting rougher in order to drag you to your orgasm faster.

Your cunt squelched lewdly, painting her three digits in your slick as your noises grew louder and louder and the coil in your stomach grew tighter and tighter. 

“I- I-” You couldn’t finish your sentence before you came, quaking and squirming on your wife’s lap. Your sight went white when you came, your ears ringing and your veins lighting on fire. She worked you through it, rubbing your lower back and twisting her wrist into your cunt until you jumped in overstimulation, tiny, pained whimpers slipping through your lips. 

“You did so good, sweetheart. So, so, good.” She praised. 

“Thank you, mistress.” You said breathlessly through a sleepy smile on your face.

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[yo-yo-yeonkai]

MY PRETTY LITTLE MAID - CHOI SOOBIN - NSFW

Choi Soobin x AFAB!Reader

Genre: smut

Warning list: dom Boss!Soobin, sub maid! reader, unprotected + pullout method, praise (good girl), pet names; (baby, sweetheart), marking, a few spanks, a tinge of possessiveness, no romantic feelings, messy, calls Soobin ‘Sir’, reader gets referred to as ‘thing’, mention of dumbification, mention of dacryphilia

Word count : 610 - short little baby

Summary: Your Soobin’s maid… you clean his house… so why are you bent over his kitchen counter stuffed with his dick? 🫵 guilty

Soobin is your boss, that’s it… nothing else. So why are you bent over his kitchen counter, dripping cunt exposed as he rams into you. Chest flush with your back as he grunts “my pretty little maid… you gonna clean this up after I’m done with you?”. Each word delivered a hot fan of air to hit you skin, making you grow hotter and hotter.

“Yes sir” you moaned, trying to desperately grip onto the counter anywhere you could to find some stability, eventually finding the edge of the counter. He hummed at the sound “such a good thing huh? Wearing the outfits I give you… cleaning everything for me… letting me use your cunt… I think you need a raise baby” each pause he takes he fills with a kiss to your neck. Soft skin so perfect for him, so ready to be marked up by him and how could he deny such a pretty girl.

Your walls gripped his cock as he marked your skin with red splotches, “you like that baby? You like being mine?” He teased, biting your shoulder quickly before continuing to mark your precious skin. It was so wrong… but it was so terribly good.

Desperately, you nodded, not trusting your words. He chuckled at how pathetic you were “You gone dumb baby? Can you only think about my dick?”. Once again, only a nod. “That’s alright… focus on it baby” he teased, before completely forgetting his gentle pace and thrusting into you like a mad man. He was pussy drunk on you, he needed more.

Each drag of his cock had you shaking, a light sheen of sweat coating your body, and your breath heaving as it slipped from your lips with your moans. You were a mess, Soobin’s mess. Your makeup was smudged to say the least. Pretty red lipstick ,Soobin had brought you, was slipping past the brink of your lip and onto your cheek, remnants still on Soobin’s lips. Your mascara rolled down your face with each pretty tear that slipped from your eyes. How could you look so beautiful whilst crying? God Soobin loved making a mess of you.

Your dress pulled down just under your tits, full breasts spilling from the top in such a dirty way that Soobin throbbed at the sight. Bottom of the short dress pulled just over your ass, sitting at your lower back so he could see each shake of your ass as his hips hit yours. Your legs quaked as your high grew closer and Soobin moaned at the sight. “My pretty little maid… such a mess… and all for me” he groans, hand coming down to spank your ass. Whines slip from your lips as he continues, “Gonna fuck you till you can’t even move to clean yourself up…” he whimpered “gonna stay a mess forever… all for me baby”.

He was so close now, but he had to make sure you were there with him. His hand circled around your hip and met your clit. Delicate circles had you gasping, body seizing up as you knuckles turned white, gripping the counter. “S-Sir, gonna- “.

“I know baby, it’s okay, you’ve been such a good girl. Cum for me baby” he tells you, your high following closely. Pleasure ripped through you, body convulsing as his ministrations continued until he’d cum all over your back.

As you lay against the counter trying to catch your breath the sound of him doing up his trousers hit your ears. He was already done with you then… he leant forward, lips touching your ear “Clean yourself up baby, my wife will be home soon”.

Second part 🫶

[just-my-latest-hyperfixation]

Spellbound

Written for the @steddiemicrofic challenge, September 2023 edition. 

Prompt: charm, 548 words

Rated: G

CW: none

It's not Eddie’s fault.

Magic's almost extinct, everyone knows that. Even in families that still possess it, it's waning with each generation. 

Sure, Granny could brew a love potion before breakfast and had an evil eye that made the neighbors quake. Wayne makes teas against different ailments, has this knack for finding the right ingredients. 

Eddie though? Nothing magical left in him. 

Okay, there was that incident in middle school where he told Hagan to eat dirt, and later, he face-planted off his bike and cracked two teeth. Everyone thought Eddie was behind it. Hilarious, 'cause he wasn't. 

He'd know if he was, right? 

Sure, he's incorporated it into his Freak persona. It's nice when the apes at the top of high school hierarchy think their drug dealer will jinx their asses for complaining about his prices. 

It's all working out rather well for him. 

Which is why he's surprised to find Steve Harrington, the King himself, sitting awkwardly on the picnic bench behind the school one afternoon, looking so pretty in his desolation Eddie wants to cradle and console him.

Even more so when he produces his trusty lunchbox and Steve shakes his head.

"I'm not here for that." His voice is low, gold-flecked eyes darting this way and that. "I was hoping you could … help me with something else." 

*

"So, how does this work?" Steve asks, carefully handing over a lock of dark hair. "You'll turn it into an amulet for me to wear? Make her fall back in love with me?" 

"A charm," Eddie corrects. "I can't guarantee it'll work, though. I can't summon feelings that aren't there, just… amplify those that still exist." 

Steve nods and licks his lips, pink and full and shiny in the afternoon light. Eddie's heart flutters, just a bit.

"They do. Nancy's the love of my life … I just need her to remember." 

Eddie swallows. This doesn't feel like anything he should get involved in. It never ends well, meddling with matters of the heart, Granny always said. Then again, Granny was magic, and Eddie's just a fraud. 

He takes the lock of hair and Steve’s money. 

*

He doesn’t know why he goes through all the effort - waits until Wayne is gone, then digs out Granny's grimoire. Maybe it's the memory of Steve’s eyes, so sad and full of that desperation to be loved. 

It's stupid, he thinks, while he lights the incense and lays out the materials on his desk - a piece of fabric, some string, herbs and stones, the strand of hair. 

Nancy isn't right for Steve, he thinks, while he reads out the incantations. He could do so much better. 

Someone who sees him for the sweet, vulnerable soul that he really is, he thinks, while he adds the stones and herbs to the pouch. Someone who'll shelter him, make sure he's never hurt or lonely again. 

His hand hovers over the lock of hair. His eyes flick to the scissors in the pencil holder. 

It doesn't matter, he thinks, as he stuffs the charm into his pocket, sweeps Nancy's hair to the floor. It only works if there's feelings to begin with, and it's not like he's even magic. 

So everything that happens from here really isn't his fault. 

[theshotsheardacrossworlds]

Bounce

In which Halsin says something to Annie during sex that leads her to make a startling realization about herself. NSFW.

“Lie down, my heart, and let us take pleasure in each other.” Halsin murmured softly, slowly backing Anais against the foot of the bed in their room at the Elfsong Tavern. The morning had been especially productive, so it was determined that their mostly merry band would have the afternoon off.

And the archdruid had one thing on his mind, as his lover discovered.

With a snap of her fingers, their armor was removed and placed on two chairs against the wall. “That’s better,” she smirked, her soft arms wrapping around his neck. “I could hardly lie down when I was still dressed, love.”

His hands cupped her behind and squeezed gently. “My sweet one is so clever and thoughtful.” He placed a trail of kisses from her ear to her lower jaw, whispering, “Annie, light of my life, I crave you…”

Oak Father, thanks and praise to your servant who is both wise and possesses a very sexy voice. I might even make an offering or two…somewhere? I’m not sure how druid things work.

Halsin showed her how much he craved her, teasing and having her writhe beneath him. He always insists that I come at least once. That man would live between my thighs if I let him.

Finally, he sat back on his haunches and lined himself to her entrance, hazel eyes glowing gold. Always the sign of a fun time ahead! “Dearest one, you are nature’s most lovely creation, and its most…ah, my heart, you feel…” One of his hands found its way to her soft belly and began to knead it as thrusted into her. “A bouncing belly during sex is just as good as ass and breasts…”

Wait a second.

Did he say what I think he said?

“Is that a druid thing, love?” she asked breathlessly, watching as he chuckled.

“No. No, it’s a me thing, I suppose. And I believe it is a you thing as well, my love.” Halsin smiled, his thrusts remaining slow and steady. “I saw you the other day, sitting naked on our bed, touching your sides, belly, and breasts.”

Anais���s eyes widened.

HE SAW ME?!?!?!?!!

Seeing her blush furiously, his other hand caressed her cheek with his knuckles. “Annie, there’s no need to feel embarrassed. I didn’t wish to interrupt because I could sense you needed that time to yourself.”

“You’re the sweetest man to ever exist.” Leaning into his touch, she sighed happily. “Time to…appreciate. Appreciating that my body is somehow getting me through this insane journey I’ve been on. Appreciating that my body is something you positively adore. And that I’m now coming to adore it too.”

He hummed, bringing his hand from her face down to her hip. “Good, my heart. Nature blessed you with so many gifts, including your beauty.” FINALLY, his thrusts increased in speed and his gaze quickly turned lustful. “Watch yourself, my love. Watch how you quake for me.”

Anais, however, had other plans.

She closed her eyes and allowed herself for the first time in my life to let his desire and mine to wash over her as she grasped her breasts, one in each hand. “Halsin…you make me feel beautiful…never have I felt like this…to you, I am a goddess, and I finally understand why…I am beautiful…” She panted in elvish and pulled his face to hers, capturing his lips in a heated kiss. “Halsin…please…”

Kissing the corners of her mouth, he breathed, “Please what, Anais? Tell me what you want, light of my life, and you’ll have it.”

Her brown eyes met his hazel ones, one word on her lips. “You.”

Only you.

Only you make me feel like this.

“You have me, my heart. I’m yours.”

Even though he was fully hilted inside her, she still wanted more. Anais rolled her hips and breathed a frustrated huff, which caused the druid to chuckle.

“Shh, sweet one. I’ll give you what you crave…” A large, calloused thumb began to rub her swollen clit. “Let go, my heart…let go for me…let bliss wash over you…”

For you, always…

Pleasure she had never felt before flowed through her as she cried her release.

“Annie, look…” His gentle voice commanded as his thrusts grew more erratic. “Look at how beautiful you are…”

She opened her eyes and glanced at her shaking belly and breasts. “Just as nature intended, love?” Giggling, she threw her head back and grinned.

Sorry, I couldn’t resist.

Groaning, he chuckled. “Light of my life…you are…” With one last grunt, he spilled sweat dripping from his brow. “Nature’s loveliest creation.” He carefully removed himself from her and lay on his back next to her as she muttered a cleaning spell. “And it’s good you finally understand that, my heart.” Halsin winked, earning him a quick kiss. “Come here to me, my beloved.”

Always, Halsin my love.

Anais curled into his side, resting a hand on his hairy chest. They settled into a comfortable silence for several minutes as he wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pressed kisses to her head. Perfect. Can we do this forever?

She then smiled to herself, caressing him.

“You know, it’s nice to finally say and believe that I feel good.”

What a joy it’s been to learn to love my body. All thanks to you, my handsome bear…

He kissed her head, rubbing her soft upper arm. “You do feel good, my heart. Do you know what I thought of when I first saw you?” She shook her head. “I imagined how wonderful you would feel in my arms, and I’m happy to say that reality is better than anything I conjured in my mind!” Another kiss. I love him so much. “No fantasy can compare to you, sweetest one.”

She giggled. “Good to know, especially since I don’t know what I’m doing half the time. Some of us don’t have three hundred fifty years of experience, love.”

He barked a laugh. “What you lack in experience, you more than make up for in your eagerness. You’re a passionate woman, my heart. It’s good that you’re comfortable enough with this part of yourself.”

Because of you.

Anais’s brown eyes fluttered as she felt herself nodding off. As I so often do in his embrace. I feel so safe that I can rest without worry. “Love you…”

“I love you too, my heart. Rest well.” He tightened his hold on her briefly.

A hug…

Because he loves hugs and so do I…

[daisybianca]

pairing: toto wolff x femalereader

summary: toto teases you in his luxury, Mercedes car. and you both love every single minute of it.

warnings: language, sexual thoughts, teasing

(a/n): something spicy because toto wolff is the OG dilfiest dilf and we adore him for that. happy birthday, my man💋

"ARE YOU GOING to get your ass into the fucking car, or am I going to have to drag you here myself?”

Toto's broad chest rose and sank slowly.

He glared at you with a sheen layer of ice glossy on his big brown eyes, and the muscles of his jaw stood rigid.

Always the brat, you nibbled your bottom lip, shoulders slumped with defeat as he granted you that crooked eyebrow that shot out a clear warning:

"Don’t test me, doll."

Oh, that nickname.

When his mouth formed that word, shivers were sent straight to your core.

You couldn't help it.

Your boyfriend had his own, very efficient techniques, which he used in order to make you blush like a 15-year-old schoolgirl who just had her very first kiss.

Your wobbly legs began while making their way toward the truck, your mouth now pursed into an apologetic pout.

But these familiar theatrics failed to impress, and once you were close enough, his large hand snapped at your neck and with nothing but a short scuffle, he pressed your back against the cold metal of the vehicle.

Caged between the car and Toto's massive body and weight, your thighs quaked, the little slit between your legs hungering to be invaded by him.

Your boyfriend's shadow darkened your face, offering you a malicious sneer. He snaked his free hand between your thighs and carefully parted them open.

You heart began to pound as his smile appeared.

You stood there, feeling a desire run from your heart, to your chest, and down toward your inner thighs.

His finger touched youe neck, and the hair as it was moved away nearly gave you the chills. His hands went from the sides of your head and down to your neck, out to youe shoulders and down to your hands. He grabbed your hands gently yet firm, put them in front of you and paused.

Yoy felt safe, he spoke no words.

You4 heart was about to beat out of your chest and yoy closed my eyes and took a deep breath out.

Toto kissed your shoulder and ran his lips on your skin towards your ear, but didn't quite make it that far. You tilted your head and after his deep breath out he bites you gently.

It didn't hurt, it only made you want more.

Your boyfriend stared into your eyes, his brown-eyes soul piercing and trying to desperately read your hidden and unspoken thoughts.

He smiled. As if he could actually read them.

His two hands grabbed your left hand and he placed my open palm on his heart, and he held it there.

His eyes exuded love, lust, protection, safety, and last but not leaste, possession.

“Now…” He drawled and licked his lips briefly, “...am I going to have to fuck some discipline into you right in front of everyone or are you going to be a good girl for daddy?”

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requests are always open for my wags <3

[savorypink]

Bling and al shower stream but he ends up fucking her against the shower wall!

“arm.”

you hold out your arm as if you’re expecting a ring, prim and proper, with your wrist slightly limp. alex holds your hand to keep your arm steady as he gently massages the loofa up and down your arm. you giggle as your arm becomes covered in soapy suds, the indulgent cherry scent of your body wash tickling your nose. you turn to the camera outside the shower, smiling directly into the lens.

“such a gentleman, isn’t he?”

alex chuckles, setting down the loofa to grab the shower head. he brings it to your soapy arm, washing away the suds stuck to your skin. you allow your shoulders to drop under the gentle pressure of the shower head as it alleviates your previous discomfort. your muscles relax beneath the hot water, soreness washed away alongside the soap.

“other arm.”

you hold out your left arm, and he repeats the process, lathering you in cherry-scented bubbles and washing them away. once he reaches your upper body, you crane your neck back as he scrubs gently at your neck with the loofa, his face mere inches away from yours. his eyes struggle to stay fixed on you as the loofa lowers, water and bubbles cascading down your body. your wet, soapy skin glows under the warm bathroom lights, suds rolling off of your breasts and then down your waist. it’s a sight he’s familiar with, but the audience isn’t; he enjoys showing you off, but not as much as he likes having you to himself.

“you can look at my tits, al,” you laugh. “everyone else is.”

“that’s the problem.”

as he brings the shower head to your chest, your nipples stiffen under the soft drumming of the water. you lick your lips and rest your head against the tiled wall, pulling back the wet hair falling in his face.

“then show them who i belong to.”

alex spreads your legs open, holding the shower head to your clit. your hips spasm against the water, the constant pitter-patter of water on your most sensitive bits making your knees quake, moaning as he holds you in place with a hand on your belly. you pull and grip at his hair, either to egg him on or silently beg for his mercy. wherever your hips move, the shower head follows, your sensitivity doubling by the second; no moment is wasted on giving you a breather. you love it.

“i can’t…al, please.”

“turn around.”

you do it, but the shower head stays on your clit even when faced with the tile. you poke out your ass, partly for the camera, the other half for the feeling of the shower head, albeit overwhelming, but you can’t refuse the sensation. alex rubs your trembling thighs soothingly, bringing the showerhead over your ass, his cock stiffening as he watches the water fall down your body. he puts the showerhead back on the wall, positioning himself behind you. fisting your hair in a ponytail, alex slides into you with ease, your wet, slippery walls tightening around him.

alex holds your hip in his free hand as he fucks you, the muscles in his arms flexing when tugging on your hair, the hand on your hip giving your ass an occasional, possessive smack. you begin to worry about the integrity of your back, each thrust more vicious than the previous, your body smacking hard against the tile. your walls clench at his cock needily, his tip hitting your g-spot without fail, a familiar warmth pooling in your stomach. alex tugs you backward by your hair, bringing your ear to his lips.

“tell them who you belong to.”

“...you. al, you.”

your g-spot is hit for the final time, the knot in your belly unraveling as you come, your cunt sore and gushing, still clinging to him needily. you’re slammed into the tile a few more times until alex spills inside you, his fingernails digging into your skin as he holds you in place, his warm release painting your insides. he pulls out of you slowly, moving beside you to spread your lips open with his fingers, your wetness and his release dribbling out of your reddening cunt.

“all mine.”

[love-on-mars]

Im not sure what or where the source is so take this with a big ol grain of salt BUT ive heard mick apparently would show up to photoshoots with messed up lipstick bc he would be eating a girl out right before… So, what if reader was one of these lucky girls in that situation ;3? Probably around the time of shout at the devil or theater of pain, since that was when the crue were doing the most stage makeup :3 (thank u!!!!!)

HIIIII!!!! I’m so sorry this took so long writers block is kicking ass. I need to find out where you learned about this for….reasons…..

Anyways I hope you like it!

Warnings: oral (f! Receiving), mild language, mick being unholy.

Mick Mars x Reader

Lavender Lips (18+)

Having a rockstar boyfriend had its ups and downs. The best upside are you get to see just how sexy he can be in his stage outfit. It’s always a treat to see him on stage wearing it, but up close? It’s impossible not to gawk at him.

Mick sat in the dressing room, just having finished putting on his ‘Shout at the Devil’ attire, waiting for you to come in. You two met before he joined Motley Crue, during his Vendetta days. Your sweet yet mysterious nature allured him into talking to you at one of the venues they played, and he instantly fell for you.

You also had a very spontaneous personality, which he had a love hate relationship with. As much as he loved to see you have fun he didn’t want to just run off and potentially get lost, but it wasn’t always so bad….

As you walked through the door you went straight to Mick, admiring the costume and makeup he had on. You loved the demonic look it gave him, you especially loved the dark fuchsia on his lips.

“Don’t you look ravishing…” you teased, you had always wanted him to take you in costume, but hadn’t had the opportunity yet.

Mick looked at you up and down, you were wearing a black shirt and skirt with some fishnet leggings. Simple, but tempting for the ghoulish rockstar. “As do you, my love…” he purred, stepping towards you with a sly smirk on his face.

In an instant his lips were on yours, wandering your body hungrily. Whenever he wore his stage outfit it brought out a more confident and bold side of him, almost as if he was possessed.

Mick gently lifted you up to sit you on the dresser, pushing aside whatever was in the way. As his hands found your now dripping core you realized what he was after, “Mick we can’t…you have a photo shoot…don’t wanna mess up your costume do you?” You whined out, wanting to go further but knowing he had a job to do.

“Well, maybe I don’t have to for now…” he smiled, kneeling down to remove your skirt and fishnets, along with your underwear gently. He spread your legs to reveal your drenched pussy, aching for his touch. He looked up at you as if he was asking if this is ok, you smiled down at him giving the confirmation he needed.

Immediately he began to lap and suck on your folds, instantly attacking your clit. You jolted are the feeling, letting out a small whimper. Mick had always been a master at making you come undone within seconds, even if he was barely touching you.

He looked up at you to watch your face twist into pleasure, feeling your hands in his hair only Pushes him on more and more. The most unholy and wet sounds coming from where you both meet.

“Mph…Mick the photoshoot…” you moaned as he teased your clit. “They can wait, I wanna make you cum first.” He declared as he sucked at your clit harshly. Suddenly two of his fingers slid into your warmth, pumping in and out slowly. He quickly picked up the speed of his fingers as you trembled, your orgasm inevitable.

You put your hand over your mouth to try and muffle your moans and whimpers of pleasure as Micks fingers curled up to brush your g-spot, making your legs quake and your eyes roll back. “Such a sensitive little thing…it’s ok sweetheart, cum for me…” he cooed.

You screamed into the palm of your hand as you came, Mick lapping up as much of your sweet nectar as he could. He slowly stood up, and helped you put your clothes back on. As He admired your beauty, you looked up at him and began to giggle.

“What’s so funny?” He said with a smile. “Your makeup is all smudged!” You exclaimed through giggles. Mick looked in the mirror behind you and shrugged. “It’s fine, make me look more demonic.” He smirked.

“Mars! Time to go cmon!” A man’s voice boomed outside the room. “Be back soon baby. Then we can have some real fun.” He said as he kissed your forehead.

As Mick walked into the set, the guys gave him knowing looks and smirks. “He’ll yeah old man! Get some!” Tommy shouted. Mick ignored him, needless to say the old man took his sweet time with his beloved, who said he couldn’t get some excitement every now and then?

[katsus-world]

Your legs quake as your head is thrown back. Drool starting to ooze out of your mouth as Katsuki’s hips snap back into you.

“Fuck you’re tight. What’s got ya’ riled up?” The question was rhetorical, the sound of his balls slapping against your cunt, your angelic moans, and his hand meeting your ass filled the office.

“You fuckin’ bitch, drooling all over my cock like a whore.” His hand gripping the soft flesh of your bottom as your voice boomed off the walls, not caring if you were heard by the people passing in the halls.

Katsuki loved it what way, letting everyone know what a whore his wife is for him and him only, the possessiveness making him even more crazier as his hand gripped the roots of your hair harshly.

“Fuck katsuki, make me feel s’good!” Your drunk off of lust, the feeling of his cock dragging into your spongy walls throwing you into a loop, your eyes seeing stars as you start moving your body to match his pace.

Katsuki’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as he feels you grind against him, his Balls stiffing as his movements get rougher, if that’s even possible.

“Gonna fill you up so good, you’re mine, only mine. You got that?!

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It’s been a while 😭, anyways I’m trying to get back into writing on here so enjoy this little snippet, I’m sorry that it’s not good, I’m still trying to get out of writers block 💔‼️

[weskie]

Stress Relief [And Love] (Albert Wesker x m!Reader)

18+ | ambiguous anatomy reader, masc terminology reader [femme terms here], smut, light degradation, aftercare | Fic Directory

Your face presses into the glass, breath fogging it to obscure the delicate, world-changing organisms inside.

He’d come to see you again.  A checkup on your progress, he’d said– his usual excuse.

Most often, he came down here for you.  You, his prized possession and the apple of his eye, were the real treasure within the cramped laboratory.  Though the flowers you’d raised and spliced were the fuel powering his dream, he’d long since told you how ridiculous he found the field of botany.  Beyond his tastes and especially his interests.  But he was interested in you.

He needed you.

More than you knew, actually. For the longest time, you thought it odd that his visits kept growing in frequency– that is, until the first day he’d stripped a glove from his hand and caressed your cheek with his fingertips, eyes shining brighter beneath those signature dark shades of his.  You’d never really considered your feelings for him prior– attractive as he is– but you practically turned to jell-o that day.

“My little flower boy.” He murmured, tilting your chin up for the softest, sweetest kiss you’d ever had.  Just like that, you were his.

Just like you are now.  

He drives into you from behind, hips snapping sharp and fast.  A long day, he’d told you.  Albert Wesker was typically a generous lover.  Exceptional dates, thoughtful gifts, and a laser-like focus on ensuring your comfort and happiness– but especially your pleasure.

Today he takes for himself, and you’re all too happy to oblige.

He’s got your lower half stripped bare, perfect for him to take in the sight and tease you as he pleases.  Nails biting at your hips, a palm striking your ass, fingers slinking around your waist to tease you mercilessly.  His hands are everywhere all at once, clouding your mind, and his face is buried in the curve of your neck where he kisses and nips and bites to his heart’s content.

“Look at you,” he growls.  “Your legs are quaking.  Pathetic.”

You mewl for him, nodding.  You’re almost positive his iron grip around your waist is the only thing keeping you from hitting the floor.  He takes a step closer, pinning his body to yours and pushing you further against the warmth of the flower tank.

Wesker grinds into you while a hand snakes up to grip in your hair, tugging your head back just enough for his lips to meet your ear. “My sweet little flower boy,” he coos, hips pushing circles against you.  You nod.

You are his.

He uses you for at least an hour, coming deep inside of you, eating you clean, pushing you to your knees to get him ready once more, then fucking you all over again.  By the time his seemingly awful day is worked out of his system, you’re a worn out mess on legs far too wobbly to stand.

Which is how you end up in his arms, engulfed in a warm bubble bath.  You had no idea that he lived in the facility, let alone had such an extravagant bathroom.  It makes you envious for all the times you ever had to rinse off in the cramped little emergency shower in the lab after an unfortunate specimen exposure.

He’s so gentle with you, even going as far as to nudge your head back to rest against his chest when you try to fuss over him.

“Allow me to at least be a gentleman now,” Wesker murmurs as he moves a washcloth in circles over your bite mark ridden shoulders.  He’d traced every bruise and mark he left on your body with featherlight touches, each stutter a silent apology and declaration of his own disdain for how he’d handled you.  It was endearing to know how much he truly cared under that cold exterior he always seemed to have.

You give him a gentle, humming laugh.  There was no doubt in your mind that he’d take care of you afterward.  He always did.

“Rest, my dear.”  He coos, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head. Not that you were trying to fight it, but you did like to drag out your moments together.  “I’ll be here when you wake.”

And that’s exactly why…

“D’you promise?”  

Wesker was always on the go, always busy, always something to take care of that left you waiting and missing him terribly.  Such a statement was incredibly uncommon.

“I promise,” he says, smile audible in his voice.

Your eyes flutter shut, mind at ease knowing he’ll be the first thing you see when you wake.

[ultraericthered]

Anime Update V2 54

Tokyo Magnitude 8.0 - This time it was all about robots - the big automated machines that are out and about assisting with all the recovery efforts in the aftermath of the big quake. I find it so funny how in a time of imminent crisis, the usual “stranger danger” rule sort of flies out the window, as it happens again here when Yuki and Mirai bond with a teenage “robot otaku” voiced by Greg Ayres, who they even end up getting into a dangerous situation with. (For a brief moment beforehand I thought he died off-screen, which would’ve been hilarious.) But the whole episode also devoted much time to building up my anxiety for when something I knew would inevitably happen finally happened - In the final minutes, Yuki just...collapses. 

Hunter x Hunter - The Chimera Ant Queen’s forces are on the attack and have now infiltrated a foreign country. And they are quite a lot to take in, I must say. A variety of different human-animal hybrids who command all the lesser insects, with their ranks including not just Colt and his colleagues but a chameleon version of Larry Butz and a purple Reginald the CIA Koala with the voice of Archer. These are some of the most creative and out there villains I’ve seen in any Shonen series and that they’re played so straight despite the silly nature of their designs makes them stand out all the more. I await to see what happens with Gon, Killua and the rest contend with them.

Fruits Basket - The episode wasn’t doing much for me at first since I’ve not found Machi to be all that interesting, but then it turns out that she’s aware of how bland and unremarkable she is and feels her existence is a meaningless one not deserving of acknowledgment because of it. Damn. But Yuki acknowleding her, as well as her watching how he’s grown and changed since he first joined the student council, is steadily helping her. Yuki actually going to the Sohma estate for New Years Eve this time was interesting, with his interaction with Akito that causes Akito to flip the fuck out, smash a glass vase against Yuki’s head, and start (again) screaming angrily standing out in my memory, as well as the exchange Yuki and Hatori have afterwards; two abuse victims finally at peace with each other.

Re:ZERO - I loved so much seeing Subaru and Julius burying the hatchet and working together as allies. Even if they can’t be said to be friends, their interactions have them admirably doing their best to be respectful towards each other all the same. It’s fitting that the key sign of growth from Subaru would be in his humility towards the guy who he fought with at the start of his downward spiral. Betelgeuse went down against Subaru and his allies easier than I’d expected, only for it to turn out that his “fingers” are different back-up hosts for his mind, so we have to keep dealing with him in different forms. Wilhelm continued to be great in how kind and inspiring he is with Subaru, as did Felix with how fun, friendly and observant he is. Rem has left the picture for the time being but Ram returns and she’s as great as I remember her being. Emilia comes back and kicks some major ass to save even those who fear and distrust her. Everything’s looking up...until the end, as Subaru ends up getting his own mind and body possessed by Betelgeuse, which is as freaky to witness as you’d imagine. I actually almost teared up at this last scene because of how Felix and especially Julius react to having to answer Subaru’s plea to put him down in order to kill Betelgeuse. Of course this was never going to be easy. We’re in for one more loop to settle things!

Fate/Stay Night Unlimited Blade Works - More expositon, Shinji reveals himself as the bastard who commands Rider, Shirou refuses to join him, and Saber is now going to fight Assassin...the one key difference from what I’ve seen before is that now Shirou’s been taken to the temple and is the captive of Caster. Where is that going? 

Symphogear GX - Maria arrives on the scene to joined in the fight against the Evatrice-looking doll servant of Carol who showed up at the end last time. Later into the episode, a red haired doll with some superficial similarities to Spinel from Steven Universe went on the offensive against Hibiki and Miku, and Hibiki finally found her voice to sing again and bring out Gugnir, resolving to use her power to fight in defense of what she cares about even at risk of pain, thank the lord!

Eureka Seven - Pretty much a total breather this time around. Renton, Talho, and Hilda go out on the town at the same time Holland and Eureka are out shopping elsewhere in the viccinity. The best thing about it was getting more character out of Talho, who is such an immature disaster who drinks a lot and enjoys trolling the shit out of Renton when he’s being a goober. The brawl near the end was pretty random but nice to actually see Holland’s nobler side and get the first official confirmation of something between him and Talho.

Gintama - The preview from last time lied to us! The part about Otsu now being a fighter was just the opening of the episode, with the actual story being something I was unprepared for. First time learning of the shadowy overarching evildoers in this series’ setting, first time witnessing a serious named character death, and while the show’s had moments played straight and sincere beforehand, this is the first time I can recall it going really hard on being serious and dramatic. Most of the episode was still plenty humorous, but that section after the guy’s death was shockingly grim and also sincerely moving.

[glowmiko]

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cw › afab!reader ! 69 position ! oral sex ( f &&. m receiving ) ! rough oral sex ( scara ) ! clit biting ! ass slapping ! praising ( zhongli ) degradation ! ( scara &&. diluc ) kinda whiny men ! ( childe &&. kaeya ) name calling ( bitch , slut , etc ) mdni.

charas › childe , diluc , itto , kaeya , scaramouche.

「 childe 」

he absolutely loves this position. smooth hands that are usually hidden behind the thin coating of his gloves placed obediently on your ass; fingers pinching your skin every chance he could get. he's going all out, spit and arousal sloppily trashed on his face, tongue sliding in between your slit.

he's obviously good at tongue fucking you, but he truly cannot help but whine out to you.

you're moaning against his cock, stimulating his bold veins, shifting your tongue underneath his length, your hands fondling his spit smeared balls. he's chewing down on his pink lips, pulling away from your cunt, pitiful whimpers sneaking past the obstacle of his teeth. "s-so good, gonna cum, baby..." a whiny grunt rolled off his tongue, the breakage in his words fanning a wave of heat across his cheeks.

his body will jerk, his fist grabbing a handful of the sheets, the other substituting his mouth with his thumb, rolling over your puffy clit. he'll push his finger pad against your clit, his body quivering as his cum invades your mouth.

「 diluc 」

he's rough, carving his way across your body in an attempt to make you cum. he loves having you quake on him, feeling how your fingers will latch onto his legs, moaning on his cock.

he's brutal. his teeth clattering along your clit, locking the cloudy bud in his mouth, dragging his teeth against its sensitivity. he's listening in, the way you're tongue glides underneath him, swallowing him whole as your whines and wails reflect vibration upon his veiny cock.

you were passed the stage of overstimulation. your thighs were laid limp on his chest, your arms and mouth the only movable part of your body. you'd been counting at first, preparing yourself for the humiliation you'd be receiving for submissing yourself so much. though, you lost track of how many spindles created themselves in the pit of your gut; his cock ramming the back of your throat.

parting from your cunt, his heavy hand lands onto the fat of your ass, squeezing you in between his fingers. "you love my cock, mm? gonna clean me up with that filthy mouth?" he snickered, your head bobbing in a light 'yes.' his teeth grinding down on his lip, hands on your ass as he fucked your face with his hips; emptying his balls in your throat, harshly fucking your neck.

「 itto 」

he's massive, your lips swelling from how fat his cock was, never offering you a helping hand as his hips fuck your face with aggression.

he's paying no mind to your broken groans, focusing on your pussy and the way his tongue slides into your hole. his overly large hands keeping your ass away from sheltering your pretty pussy. "love it when I fuck you like this, yeah?"

he's dumbified by your mouth and cunt, cum gushing from your cunt, he's possessing you; his tongue keeping your hole agape, thumb pressed into your ass. your eyes are strained, tears skipping off your cheeks as your mouth fills itself with his twitching dick. a hushed laugh leaves him, cheeks growing velvet as his chest grows and falls; his balls drenching your mouth in his thick and overload of cum.

「 kaeya 」

much like childe, he enjoys having your pussy on display for him, opening the glass cage of protection with his bare hands. hoisting you up by your hips, smoothly rocking your hips against his face. he's murmuring things underneath his breath, shushing his sly grunts behind his tongue.

your taking him so well, your hand pumping his cock, slithering your head down every time a phase of bravery surpassed you.

his cock choked you, its slight twitches stuffing the back of your mouth completely. he's gasping, sweat dripping down his face, a pretty moan emptying from his open lips. "so good—" he cut himself off with a broken grunt, hips fixated on the way they thrust against your jaw.

whiney breaths are escaping him with haste, your groaning being the cause of his thick cum splatering in your mouth.

「 scaramouche 」

he's violent, your ass stinging as his hands abused your skin, his teeth continuously chewing down on your throbbing clit.

he's fucking you rough without a care in the world, his knees locked on each side of your head, thrusting his cock far into your throat. he's dismissing you like a crumbled up piece of trash, spitting pure venom at you.

"lil slut like getting her bitchy mouth fucked?" a menacing laugh recalled after, tears brimming your eyes as another slap was heavily sent to your ass.

he was cumming nonstop. filling your mouth with his thick cum; never giving you a chance to properly swallow it down. yet, you couldn't stop yourself from groaning on his cock, shoving your cunt against his face; you loved it. and he was right, you were his bitchy, slut.

[seiyasabi]

Unspoken Rule

(Hi, I am an Armin lover, and I wanted to write a dark fic ab him lmao. So, here’s a Yandere Armin x Fem Reader Modern/Soulmate AU story :P 

TW: Wolf in sheep’s clothing!!!, manipulation!, possessive!, harassment/bullying on a college campus!!, blackmail!, drugging!, kidnapping!, intimidation!, threats of violence!, etc.. 

Please proceed with caution! Also, I’m so sorry if this sucks lol, I didn’t proofread it or anything. After that JD edit of Armin I couldn’t get him out of my head.) 

The counting starts when you’re born- that’s how it always starts. The little clock right above your Heart continuously counts down until you meet your soulmate, your destined partner. 

When you were younger, you were so excited to meet your future lover, eyes blinded by fantasy and the media. The Media almost never showed when those partnerships fell apart, always telling stories of love, promise, and loyalty. But, that only truly happens for the lucky. 

As you grew, you realised just how selfish the world is. You saw your friends get cheated on or become a cheater. You saw how a friend’s lover died before they could meet, stopping the clock forever, the mark never fading, reminding him of what he never had. You saw how your friends’ partner would beat them, belittle them, abuse them, yet they never left them, because they were ‘destined’ for this. 

So, you started to cover the mark. It didn’t bring you joy any longer, only cold, heavy dread. If you could, you’d sever the connection yourself before you ever met the person you’re supposed to be eternally entwined with. 

People called you crazy for not wanting to meet your soulmate. They called you selfish, said you’d regret how you reacted. 

Little did they know that your soulmate, Armin Arlert, was someone you should be afraid of. 

-

At the exact moment your clock strikes 0, you run into someone. Practically falling on your ass, you start to scold the other person for not watching where they’re going, only to stop in your tracks. Above you stands a blond, short haired man. The man is quite handsome, his blue eyes twinkle in the sunlight, and his jaw quite defined. He’s gawking down at you as if you’d just proposed, entire body practically quaking. 

Your little stare off ends with the sound of you scoffing. Standing to your feet without issue, you brush yourself off, before beginning to walk away. You hear the blond gasp, falling out of his stupor, as he shouts an indignant, “Wait!” 

He catches up to you in no time, grabbing your hand in his, “Why are you walking away?” His voice sounds so small, as if he was just a young boy, “Aren’t you excited? I’ve waited to meet you for so long-”

You yank your hand away, holding it close to your body with your other, “I don’t believe in soulmates,” You don’t mean to sound cruel, but once the words leave your mouth, you can’t help but flinch at how cold you sound. The blond man flinches too, face falling into a heartbroken and anguished expression, “Soulmates almost never work out. I’ve seen them fail time and time again, and I don’t want to be played a fool,” He looks at you as if you’d just taken his heart out of his chest and crushed it, “I’m sorry, but I don’t want to know you. If I do, I may fall under your spell and completely lose myself.”

“You won’t even give me a chance?” Tears are streaming down his face, his lips quivering in pure agony. By this point, the people walking around on campus have stopped, watching in shock. Some of them are filming, but most are just staring. It’s almost unheard of to see a soulmate refuse the other. 

“No, I’m sorry. It’s not because you lack as a person, it’s because I’m a coward. I’m too scared to commit to something so serious,” You try to keep walking, but he grabs your hand again. When you try to pull away, his grip tightens. 

“If-if you get to know me, you can decide if you want me then! Please don’t completely rule me out, I promise that I’ll treat you right! My name is Armin Arlert-” 

“Armin!” A loud voice cuts him off, as two people barrel forwards, past the forming crowd. The man that called out to him has brown hair, which is currently pulled back into a manbun, “Armin, we came as fast as we could!” He clasps the blond’s arm that isn’t holding your own, before glaring down at you. He bares his teeth like an animal, aura radiating bloodlust, “What the fuck is wrong with you? You refuse to even give him a chance! He hasn’t done anything wrong to you, yet you treat him like trash?” 

Trying to keep strong, you keep your features neutral, “He deserves better than me, so I’m letting him down before we can ruin each other.” 

The brown haired man literally spits in your face, his saliva dripping down your cheek slowly, “You’re a fucking bitch! The only problem here is you- I should kick your ass for what you’re doing to him!” 

A petite hand lands on the angry man’s shoulder, a hushed “Eren, stop it,” being heard. The woman is very pretty, but the anger on her face practically twists her features, “She isn’t worth our time- if she’s too selfish to see that Armin is perfect for her, let’s leave her to her sad life. We should be cheering our best friend up, not making the situation worse.” 

You somehow still hold strong, wiping the slowly falling spit off of your face, “I’m sorry for rejecting you, but I hope you can move on quickly and have a good life.”

With that, you yank your arm free, and walk towards your dorm. People glare at you as if you’re some kind of monster, yelling all kinds of obscenities at you. Some even shoulder check you as you go, but that’s ok. 

It’s all going to be ok… right?

-

Nothing is alright.

“-You’re lucky I didn't kill you, bitch! You deserve to die for what you did!” Some girls cornered you in the bathroom again, all of them taking turns in beating the dog shit out of you. The head girl, Ymir, snarls down at you, eyes burning in fury. Before the whole soulmate thing, she and you were pretty cool, you might even say that you were friends. But, ever since the live streamed event, she and many others have taken it upon themselves to punish you. Apparently, Armin is quite popular. 

“You better go to him and beg for forgiveness. If he forgives you and gives you a chance, we’ll leave you alone,” She grabs you by the (hair/back of the neck), peering down at your bloodied face, “If not, I’ll make sure I ruin your pretty face, so everyone can see how ugly you truly are.” 

You give her a bloody smile, a laugh forcing its way past your lips, “If he’s willing to use violence and intimidation to quote-unquote ‘change my mind,’ I believe he only proved me right,” The freckled woman’s eyes widen a fraction, showing her shock at your unwavering will, “So, if you continue with your violence, I’ll be forced to do something extreme.” 

She raises an eyebrow, the other girls shifting uncomfortably, “Oh, yeah? What would you do? You can’t win when it’s 9 vs 1.” 

“You’re right, I typically wouldn’t. But, if I post the evidence I’ve collected involving all of you, who truly wins? Right now, I have a timer set to post this conversation, amongst other pieces of evidence that will make you all out to be criminals,” The bathroom is so silent, you could hear a pin drop. The freckled woman swallows harshly. 

“Do you think they’d care about you? You deserve this for what you did,” Wiping blood off of your face, you sit up tall, not flinching at the pain you’re currently in. 

“I may seem like a bitch to all those who watched the video, but this entire situation proves my reasoning for not wanting to dive into a relationship with him. I know that he knows about this; I have proof that he does, and that he even encourages your behaviour. That Eren guy sure is a loudmouth,” You laugh again, blood dripping down from your bloody nose, “So, it just shows that you all are accomplices to blackmail, bullying, stalking, and assault. Those are all crimes, if you’ve forgotten.”

They all start to back off of you, “How are you even able to prove this?” 

You smirk, the blood on your teeth making you look even more menacing, “I started to record our conversations, and I also have a spy cam. I have all of my evidence uploaded on multiple different accounts, all of them set to post my proof at different times.”

They all stand there in shock and fear, before 8 out of the nine of them run from the bathroom. Ymir stares at you, you can vaguely make out admiration in her eyes, “That was sneaky.”

“And you all made it easy to document your harassment.” 

With that, Ymir leaves the bathroom, leaving you all alone in your own puddle of blood. 

You listen to her fast footsteps, waiting until you can no longer hear her retreat. Once the hallway is silent, you wobbly stand to your feet, hands gripping the nearest bathroom stall to keep you upright. Once stable, you limp towards the bathroom door, wiping at your bloody nose once more. 

Stepping into the hallway, you turn right, aiming to go back into your dorm, but a certain blond man stops you in your tracks.

“What the fuck do you want?” Your words are sharp, acidic like a viper. This obviously stuns him, his blue eyes widening. 

“I-I heard that you ran into some trouble, and I was worried-” 

“No you weren’t. You knew what they were doing this entire time- I heard Eren on the phone with you. You may be able to manipulate others into blindly following you, but I know what kind of man you are. You can’t fool me,” Shooting him another venomous glare, you try to walk past him, only for him to grab you by the shoulders, and slam you against the wall. An uncharacteristic scowl is on his face, his grip on you tight enough to hurt. There’s no footage in this hallway, but that isn’t a problem. The spycam hidden in your necklace updates the feed on your pending post in current time. 

“That’s not true! I like you so much, I couldn't bear to harm you,” Tears bead his eyes, just like the first time, causing a gruff laugh to leave you. Did he think that you’d fall for this? 

“Stop lying! You may think that you like me, but you aren’t above harming me- you’ve had all of your friends do your dirty work for you for the past few months!” He cries crocodile tears, sobbing in a broken voice and everything. 

“Why do you keep saying such mean things? We’re supposed to be destined for each other, but you keep hurting me,” He brings his hands to his eyes, breath hitching with every shake of his body. 

“Shut the fuck up! I don’t want to hear this from you! You’re such a hypocrite,” Wiping blood off of your face, you watch his wipe at his tears, his performance pitiful at best, “You have your lackeys physically hurt me almost everyday, so I think me being a little mean is warranted.” 

He shakes his head, still trying to convince you of his innocence, “Please, please just give me a chance! I’ve waited for you my entire life.” 

“Fuck off, you pathetic rat. You pretend to be a good person, but I know that you’re a wolf in sheep’s clothing,” You both stand there, his tears suddenly coming to a stop. He stares at you, eyes suddenly emotionless. There’s an uncomfortable silence, before he begins to laugh. 

“Why can’t you just be good? You’re supposed to be mine,” And so the real Armin appears, “I’ve waited for you for years! You’re the only thing I ever wanted- that’s why I always get good grades, and want a high paying job. I want to give you the world, all I ask is that you give yourself to me. We’re destined for one another!” If you were anyone else, that would’ve worked. He sounds so pitiful, so truly hurt. 

“If you cared about me, you’d let me go. I feel like it’s very obvious that we want totally different things, and that you don’t respect me or yourself enough to stop your selfishness,” You hiss through gritted teeth, face bleeding a bruised, “You literally had people jump me, follow me home, harass me! Do you call that being a good soulmate? Who knows what you would’ve done to me if I just fell into your arms the first time!” 

A smirk makes its way onto his soft features, “I would’ve done the same exact thing- I would’ve driven everyone away from you until all you have is me. All you need is me.” 

An alarm sounds from your phone, alerting you that one of your posts went up, “You’re a bad person, even if you play the part of a nice man very well. You may have your friends and everyone else fooled, but they won’t believe your facade any longer. The police will take you and my harassers away, and I will never have to deal with you again.”

“That’s where you’re wrong,” A needle stabs into the side of your neck from behind, injecting you with an unknown substance, “You’ll have to deal with me for the rest of your life- a certain man is helping me make sure of that,” He nods at the person behind you,”I may not be able to get a good job in the normal world, but with his help, I should be able to get a high position in his family’s organisation.” 

The necklace around your neck is yanked off, discarded on the ground, followed by your phone that was once in your pocket. It’s currently vibrating nonstop, multiple notifications lighting up the screen. 

Whatever they injected you with is strong enough to make you woozy on your feet. The world around you is practically tilting on its axis, making you fall back helplessly. Whoever is behind you catches you with ease, practically sweeping you off of your feet. 

“You can rest for now, but once we get home, you need to deal with the consequences of your actions.” 

[saiyanprincessswanie]

Our Dream, Your Nightmare - Part 2

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Enhanced!Dark OFC Lily  

Summary: Dreams and nightmares continue to blend into one another for Steve. Lily decides to help her friend Wanda in getting her happy ending with Vision and in return, they would show Steve who Peggy truly was. Will Steve be able to handle the truth? What happens when he tries to run away from it all?

Word Count: 2440

Warnings: Reader is dark, possessive of Steve, Jealousy, Kidnapping, Mind Games, Smut (dub/non-con), Time travel, Hydra, Choking, Cussing.

A/N: Thank you to​ @pigwidgeonxo​​​ and @music-culture-mythology​​ for helping me and beta reading this. @whimsicalrogers​​​ for the page-breaks and pics are screen shots I took from the movie. Thank you to @awesomerextyphoon​ with some edits

A/N 2: For @plaid-shirtsandvibranium-arms​​​​ make it a badass challenge. This will be either a 3 or 4 part mini-series  

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The warmth from the sun kissed Steve’s skin as he woke. Next to him was the love of his life soundly sleeping naked with her back to him. He rolled over, wrapping his arm around her waist, and rubbed his hard cock against her ass. A small groan left their lips as he lifted her thigh, placing it over his as he shifted his cock closer to her wet pussy. The tip of him ran through her arousal a few times before he gently pushed into her, both moaning at the feeling.

Steve started with shallow thrusts, taking his time to build their orgasm. Every push and pull had her shiver as she arched back into his hold. Her cunt gripped him tighter the more he sped up his thrusts. His right arm pushed under her body so his fingers could lightly pinch her nipples while his left hand strummed her clit with every deep thrust. Harder and faster, he plowed into her as the sound of skin against skin echoed in the room with their moans. His fingers moved from Lily’s nipple and locked hands with hers, grounding himself in that moment.

“Stevie,” she breathlessly moaned, her fingers making their way to his hair and holding onto him like an anchor while her body began to quake from the pending orgasm.

“Fuck, you feel good doll. You’re so tight, are you gonna cum for me?” Steve breathed out his words in between his grunts against the shell of her ear. Unable to speak she nodded her head as he fucked her with everything he had.

With a hard thrust, she cried out her release while her walls clamped tight around his cock, making his thrusts stutter as he shot rope after rope of cum deep inside her. They laid in bliss from their morning lovemaking, his lips gently kissing her neck as she purred her satisfaction. When he finally pulled out she rolled over to face him and his eyes widened in horror.

It wasn’t Peggy, it was Lily smiling back at him in pure bliss. “I could get used to mornings like this.” She got out of bed, walking to the bathroom to clean herself up while leaving a distressed Steve in bed.

This had now been at least a week of waking up like this and fucking her as if she was the love of his life. Steve was both mortified and yet turned on by her actions. As trapped as he felt at times a part of him was enjoying their intimate mornings together. Hell, even their nights were just as rough and passionate. He shook his head, trying to stay focused and tell himself this was against his own will. “Every night I dream the same dream. Then the nightmare begins,” he spoke to himself.

She walked back into the bedroom naked and ran a hand over her small belly that carried their child. “Is it really a nightmare when we fuck so well together?” Lily’s blue eyes locked with his. “You can be mad and in denial all you want, but in the end, you still make love to me like you always have. This baby comes from our intimate times together.”

Steve’s eyes watched her hand roam over her belly again. There was no denying that it was his child. When he heard she was pregnant all he could think of was running from her. How could he stay with someone, and raise a baby with them if his heart still belonged to Peggy? Yes, a part of him loved her but the bigger part was always stuck with what-if moments. Now with what Lily was doing with her magic, he started to have mixed feelings about her. 

Lily could sense his change in emotions and disgust rolled through her. Unfortunately, she would need to purge Peggy from his mind and maybe even show that this infamous woman moved on without him. What she needed was help from a fellow friend, her mentor, Wanda.

Lily drove the short distance to West View where Wanda was waiting for her. Arriving at the location that she was given, Lily walked up the pathway where a house once stood and Wanda knelt in front of it, tears streaming down her face.

She knelt next to her friend who had explained what Vision left behind for her. Wanda, filled with grief, wanted to make the perfect town, to have the perfect life with Vision. Though Lily had an easier way to get them both what they wanted. 

Together they left West View and stopped by Lily’s home where Steve was. The women had placed his mind once again under a spell so he would be compliant as they went to look for Bruce. Once they found Bruce they were able to manipulate his mind into letting Wanda bring a Vision from the past to the present time and Lily could show Steve that Peggy was never going to end up with him. Oh yes, Lily had learned who Peggy really was and this would surely break him down so she could put him back together. 

The first stop went well as Wanda found a Vision that lost his beloved Wanda in his time. It was perfect as they each lost and now could love one another. Their future was perfectly aligned and something that would bring each of them joy. 

The next stop would be more difficult as they went back to the late 1940s. Both Wanda and Lily brought him to a base in Siberia and undid his mind control. At first, Steve was angry and tried to fight back but when he saw that they were at a Hydra base his demeanor had changed. Slowly the four of them approached the base and with their powers were able to sneak into the base. Knowing just where to go they snuck into a laboratory where they hid in the skyline area. They watched and waited as two Hydra guards dragged in a semi-conscious Winter Soldier who was just taken off the ice. Bucky was thrown into the chair where his mind would be wiped and cleared for the next mission. As his screams filled the room a female brunette walked into the room taking in the Winter Soldiers' features. A Hydra agent handed her a red book with a black star on it and once the deprogramming was done she started speaking his code words in Russian.

“Желание, Ржавый, Семнадцать, Рассвет, Печь, Девять, Добросердечный, Возвращение на Родину, Один, Товарный вагон. Good Morning, Soldier.” Her accent was familiar with Steve as it filled the air.

The soldier looked at her with a blank face. “готов выполнить.” (ready to comply)

The four of them watched on as Peggy Carter gave the Winter Soldier his assignment. Once the soldier went over it Peggy and he left the room. Wanda, Vision, Lily, and Steve then returned to the present. Steve was absolutely distraught by the time the four of them reached Lily’s home. Once inside Steve started to shake his head in disbelief.

“I don’t believe it. You must have manipulated my mind again. Peggy never worked for Hydra, she worked for Shield,” he said angrily as he stared Lily down.

“Why do you think I brought witnesses with us? I can assure you I didn’t create that.”

“You’re lying! That’s all you have been doing!” Steve’s anger finally bubbled over as he began to shout. 

“Captain Rogers, I am sure that Lily is speaking the truth to you. I can see through the lady's deceptions with magic. That was indeed reality.” Vision finally spoke up to defend Lily. 

Steve got up from the room and walked into another leaving the three of them in silence. Lily looked at her two friends and offered a small smile. “Why don’t you both head to your home? I can handle this.”

Wanda placed a hand over Lily’s. “Are you sure?” 

Lily nodded back reluctantly at her friend. “I am.” 

The women stood and hugged their goodbyes. Wanda and Vision left hand in hand smiling over the future they were about to start with one another. At least she would have a husband that would love her and be with her if she is pregnant. Lily couldn’t help but feel alone with Steve at times. Unless she used magic on him then he would push her away. Maybe showing him the truth about Peggy would finally bring them together naturally. 

Once Wanda and Vision left, Lily went to look for Steve. Afraid of him being loose in the house she found him in the library of the home. He sat on a couch, head in his hands as she approached and sat across from him. 

Not looking up at her Steve asked, “Why would you and Wanda show me that illusion?”

Lily took a breath and softly spoke the truth, “Steve that wasn’t an illusion. We didn’t use our powers. You heard Vision as well say it wasn’t an illusion.”

“Bullshit! Peggy would never work for Hydra. Let alone be Bucky’s handler.” Steve stood, anger radiating through his body as he watched her cautiously. Lily stood in front of him ready to comfort him when his hand wrapped around her throat. His fingers dug into her skin as her hands wrapped around his wrist trying to alleviate the pain. 

She refused to use her magic as he was naturally angry and that was something she didn’t want to rob him of. Steve needed to be able to grieve for Peggy’s evil ways. Though the harder his grip grew she started to feel herself teeter on consciousness. Lily’s fingers started to glow blue as she was about to use her powers to calm him down, but Steve grabbed both wrists and squeezed her neck harder. “I’m sorry, but this has to be done.” That was the last thing she heard before she lost consciousness.

Lily woke with a gasp on the couch in the same room where Steve had choked her unconscious. Her hand flew to her neck as the pain still throbbed there. Quickly she stood from the couch and started making her way through the house. She called his name over and over but there was no answer. Steve had made a run for it. What was even worse is now that he wasn’t near her Steve got his super soldier strength back. This would make things a little hard on her again to go after him but she was going to bring back what was hers.

She left the house and stood on the edge of the property. Closing her eyes and concentrating, she picked up his thoughts fifteen miles north of her home. Lily could hear his internal struggle over what he witnessed with Peggy and whether his mind was playing games on him. 

The blue hue from her powers emitted from her body as she flew to where Steve was running. This shouldn’t have been his reaction, to run away from her. All she wanted to do was show Steve that Peggy was not who he thought she was. The truth was supposed to help them grow closer to one another. Maybe Lily was too late into thinking he would want to raise their baby together, that they could finally be a family together. Finally catching up to Steve, Lily landed feet ahead of him and was enraged that he could have hurt her or the baby when he choked her unconscious. “How could you hurt me, possibly the baby as well? All for what, a lying bitch who worked for Hydra?”

His eyes narrowed at her over the words she spoke. “How do I know it’s true? That it's not a part of your plan to turn me against her? How am I supposed to trust you after everything you’ve done?”

Steve was right, she has caused so much hurt and deception. “What do I have to do to show you that it was the truth?” Lily felt defeated for once since she started all this. She needed him to know that she had been truthful and that she truly did love him. 

He let out a sigh as he stood with his hands on his hips. “I need to talk with Bucky. If what you showed me was the truth then he would know. Let me go see him and talk with him. Then you and I can talk.”

A tear slipped down Lily’s cheek. He was right, Bucky would be honest and tell him the truth. Bucky was like Steve’s brother and if she refused this, she knew he would be lost to her forever. It broke her heart knowing he would need to speak with his best friend over taking her word. She remembered a time when they were close and he trusted her with his life. Now, things were different. 

“Fine, I will bring you to him. But promise me something. If I’m right, come back to us. This baby did nothing wrong. They deserve to have a family, a mom, and a dad.” 

Thinking about what she said he slowly nodded. “You know, a family is forever. We could never truly leave each other, even if we tried. Though if everything you have shown is the truth we have a lot to discuss and work out.” Steve hesitantly said to her. 

With the flick of Lily’s hand, she transported Steve to Brooklyn. Before she left him to seek out his friend she spoke one last time to him. “Just because someone stumbles and loses their way, doesn’t mean they’re lost forever. I just wanted what was best for us, for the baby because you were stuck in the past.” On that note, Lily left Steve and headed back to her home. 

When she finally landed outside the house her legs gave out and she let out a bloodcurdling scream as grief washed over her. The blue energy emitted from her entire body and washed over the land around her. There was no telling even if Bucky told the truth that Steve would want her back. Lily now struggled between what was right and wrong. Would she be able to live with whatever decision he made?

Part 3

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[starshipsofstarlord]

All mine

liam dunbar x reader / masterlist

summary; alec, scott’s new beta has a thing for liam’s girl, and sufficed to say, liam is anything but happy about the predicament / warnings; jealousy, smut, some choking, fucking in a playground, daddy kink, mentions of masturbation, mentions of phone sex, mentions of exhibitionism, oral sex (fem receiving).

the boy with anger issues was feeling a rage boil in his veins; they were in scott’s home, he had came back from college for a break, and thus, alec had joined in meeting with their alpha, though, not all his attention was reprised upon said pack leader.

there was a movie flashing upon the screen, you sat cross legged on the couch, whilst liam had been sent to the kitchen to grab a bowl of popcorn. he could feel his hand putting amble pressure on the plastic bowl, as he watched you explain every dumb thing occurring in the motion picture film.

alec was acting clueless on purpose, he could tell, more so since when he had first joined the pack, he had made such moves on you. and spoiler, eventually they had been successful. you were the same age as scott, meaning that you too had returned to beacon hills for your half term clause in the higher education, and liam wanted you to spend every moment with him, not this stray.

it took all his supernatural strength to restrain the growl threatening to rumble from his chest, his claws bent into the flesh of his palms, drawing a pooling of blood to the tether down from the self inflicted wound. scott smelt the blood, and wrinkled his nose at the scent that invaded his nostrils; he thought liam had his issues under control, but supposedly not entirely.

he couldn’t help himself, alec was trying his best, slyly glancing down your top, and he got he was only a hormonal teenage boy, same as him, but you were his girl. a rumble, resembling the natural force of thunder echoed around the living space, drawing all eyes, human and otherwise, in his direction.

the growl that had erupted from his chest had been possessive, a warning to the young, adopted beta, who quickly adjourned his arm away from the back of the couch, and shuffled from right beside you.

“li, are you good?” in an instant you removed yourself from where you were sat, walking towards him, and smoothing his shoulders over with your palms, watching as he heavily breathed. amber eyes flickered up to you, making you gulp; you now understood what had him so relentless and blunt with his aggression.

“i want to leave.” it wasn’t a question, it was a defiant statement. in turn, you nodded, grasping anything you needed, such as you jacket, and pulling it over your arms, liam quickly heading out, without bidding either of the boys a goodbye.

“see ya.” you waved at the pair, you would apologise for liam’s behaviour later to scott, he of course understood the situation nevertheless, he had been his alpha for a long time now. a hand grasped you as soon as you exited, pillowing roughly into your skin as he dragged you down the street, his pace quick and daring.

“you think i didn’t notice that beta’s eyes drifting down to your cleavage or him practically pawing for your attention.” he had stopped the two of you outside of a playground, you gulped, listening to him with an adjacent inclination.

“liam, there’s no need to be jealous.” your words had the priority of calming his angered exterior, though it happened that you had done rather the opposite. there was a firm line deposited between his dark brows, a frown that was aimed towards you directly.

“me, jealous? oh no, i know that you’re mine, but it comes to the question, do you?” he bit his lip, tensing the bridge of his nose as he moved his face closer to your own. “for all i know, at college, you don’t even let anyone know that you’re in a relationship, it could be your little secret, so you can fuck whomever you want.”

“that’s something i’d never do, you know that!” his accusations were flimsy, that much was liable, though although knowing that all his words came out of a place of secluded insecurity, you still felt the necessity to defend yourself. if you played his game, it would make him subconsciously doubt himself, and possibly believe the things that he was saying were true.

“do i?” the beta pried. liam made directories closer towards you, taking steps to discern your defence, letting his hand ravel up, and close around the front of your neck. your breath instantly hitched, as he wordlessly stated the power he had over you; not to mention, he was stronger, and he was irked, meaning that he would go to any lengths to prove his point, or lack of one.

“liam.” your hands came up to scratch at the exterior of his, worried that he would do some prominent damage, but rather than releasing his grip, he tightened his fist, triggering a hitch in your breath, and a uncoordinated, surprising moan to fly from your lips, as though your body was inherently howling at him for more.

“does my girlfriend like that? i think she likes daddy having his hand around her throat, don’t you baby? are you daddy’s dirty girl?” his slick words made your brain disintegrate into a contortion of confusion; more specifically, riddled with uncertainty, searching for a reason as to why his mature words were affecting you so.

there was no question about the matter, he was well adorned with the specifics of how it was affecting you. the reverberating of your heart thumped in his ears, like drums of a sacred matter, telling him how your hormones crazed, thundering with potential submission, that alternately had your knees quaking, fighting to remain standing.

then, there was the intoxicating aroma that scaled up to his nose from between your legs. that alone was a dead give away, he was lucky that it hadn’t killed him in the dead of night yet. being apart from you for so long had drove him borderline insane, one touch from you had him swooning, wanting nothing more for your hands to drift and intimately pet him.

phone calls, as erotic as some of them were, was just enough. the two of you were sectioned off for education in different counties, the distance pained him, in more ways than one. sometimes he’d wake up with a throbbing appendage between his thighs, begging for attention, more specifically, yours.

his hand got by, completing the job, but it wasn’t the same as the feeling of your sweet velvet walls encasing him likes an umbrella pouch, hugging his shaft tight as he rammed his length inside of you, preening moans of ecstasy out of your sinful mouth. the thought of such scenarios would have hun instantly hard in the school showers, leaving him frustrated for the rest of the day.

and though you had returned for a couple of weeks, he remained prominently stressed, never having enough contact with your skin that he had missed so much. he wished for nothing more than to spend it in a godforsaken rut, trapping you in the confines of his bed as he thrust in and out of you, but it so happened that isn’t how your return had panned out.

the luxury of the bed was not present, in its place was the soft breeze prickling at your skin, making every lingering, and restraining touch that he gave to it that more sensual. it was like nature was biting at your skin, plucking up the courage to adorn your flesh in small bumps, coercing your nipples into being erect, although, that was admittedly not all down to the wispy air.

your boyfriend had turned you on, his methods of doing so far different from anything that he had ever embraced before. whom would have ever thought that the once youngest member of the mccall pack would not forlorn in his youth, but instead want to demean his title as something as sexual as ‘daddy’? you sure as didn’t, but you couldn’t deny, it was kind of hot.

okay, more than hot, a lot more. “answer me y/n.” that’s right, you had gotten swept away with this whole new side to your partner, to say that you were drooling was an understatement, if he pointed it out, you’d blame it on him choking you. choking you! damn, he really had been reading up on some kinky shit whilst you were away.

“i do.” it was an honest answer, traded from you to him. though, it wasn’t entirely what he wanted to hear, you recognised that as he promptly squeezed your air way, causing your tongue to dip out of your mouth as you momentarily gasped for an ounce of breath. to spare you a second to respond, he pardoned his grip, stroking down the side of your face with the back of his stern hand.

“answer properly this time babe, else, i’ll fuck you over the swing set.” gulping, you locked eyes with liam, rubbing your thighs together at his prospect, inhaling heavily, as you felt him soothe his thumb rub upon the crevice of your chin, moisturising your own saliva into your skin.

“i love you choking me, daddy.” the word had a strange affect on your body as it rolled almost effortlessly off your tongue. instantly, verbalising the phrase had you feeling meek under the cold gaze of your boyfriend, a smirk ruling his face, as he clasped his knuckles into the dips of your waist, tugging you close.

“good girl.” he ushered the words into your ear as though he were a pro at doing so, lowering his palms to grab both your ass cheeks, a shocked squeal clawing out of the colander of your throat. “but i’m still going to fuck you over it, and i expect you to grasp onto the chains like you’re holding on for your life, and wail like a banshee that you are all mine.”

a slither of a sound, radiating utter betrothal escaped your withering lips, it was something between noise of a whimper, and a small moan. liam took that, and rightfully so, as approval to proceed with his intentions, and thus, he lead you through the gravel of the empty playground, directing his footsteps to the swings, and pushing you to be in front of him.

he bent your waist a little, so that you were hunched over, offering the perfect angle to generate pleasure for the both of you, as he began to tug your jeans down, letting the tight material meet with the croons of your ankles, and remain tethered around them.

“shit, you’ve already soaked through your panties baby.” liam soothed his fingers over the wet patch that opted through the thin material, brushing directly over your sensitive bundle of nerves, causing your mouth to wantonly drop open, in a silent beckon for more. “i can smell you too, you know, and damn, do you smell fucking divine.”

“daddy please.” the beg fell comfortably from you, there was no sudden recital to saying it once more. peculiarly, it felt natural, the dynamic between you and your partner being a stable structure to begin exploring further aspects that spectated in intimacy.

“sit on the seat, daddy will help you out darling.” trailing around the side of the metal structure, you carefully strode to do as liam has said, perching your ass on the swing, it lightly swaying from the impact of your weight upon the small dipped hammock. “there we go.”

liam knelt, scathing his covered knees upon the ground, as he ran his eager palms along the insides of your thighs, plucking at the band of your panties, before shuffling them down far enough so that he had all the access that he hungered for. the brisk whim that waded through the nighttime air had your pussy clenching, feeling the cold integrate against your folds, as liam puckered his lips.

he blew hot air upon your labia, enforcing your grip around the malleable metal chains to tighten, as you lightly shuffled the way that you were sat, spreading your legs a little wider, as your toes scratched relentlessly inside your socks, digging the front of your sneakers into the tarmac below.

your boyfriend leant forwards, swiping his tongue up your folds, causing you to press your head back, as you airily sighed from the contact, loving the way that his tongue delved around the area of your clit, swirling the bud in his mouth, as his teeth gently pinched the sensitive fumble of flesh.

“li- ah, daddy.” he had nipped at your outer lips, serving his actions as a form to correct how you had labelled him. “fuck, you’re so good with your tongue- shit.” his tongue slipped down into your entrance, thrusting the part of himself in and out of you, as you almost fell out of the swing seat.

“mmh.” your so called daddy hummed, sucking once more on your clit, before pulling his head away, as he stood, dragging you with him to force you to stand, delving his saturated tongue into the depths of your mouth, giving you no other option than to taste yourself on his buds. “what do you say baby?” his hand crawled into your hair as he bit his lip, staring with heavy lids at your flushed expression.

“thank you daddy.” a strong nod, he swiftly rotated you around, giving a light smack to your ass cheek, pinching the flesh, as he hurriedly undressed his bottom half, after fishing a loose packaged condom out of his back pocket. his tongue toyed with his top lip, as he ripped open the plastic square, rolling the condom onto his erect cock, giving himself a couple of jerks, as he steadied himself behind where you had hunched over once more.

he grasped his heavy cock, sliding his length through your smothered folds, teasing you as he tapped your clit, resting his hips flush against your own, as he pressed inside of you, causing an elongated string of obscene sounds to cast out of your mouth, playing a tune out of your melodically fawned lips.

a grunt tore itself out of his chest, as he clenched his fine jaw, digging his thumbs into your ass cheeks, as he began to move; delving deep within you, before pulling out of your tight walls, and rutting himself back inside of you. “fuck, feels so good da- ah!”

your natural sounds of pleasure drowned the surrounding area in an epitome of adulterated musings. adjoined with the sounds of liam’s skin slapping against your own, it was a surprise that no one had intervened, nor walked by. though, liam would have heard if they were in a nearby radius, with his supernatural hearing, that he had gotten through a set of canines digging urgently into his wrist, as he hung solemnly off the side of the hospital.

“you’re all mine, you hear that? those frat boys can keep their pervy gazes off of my girl, otherwise i guess i’ll just have to pay you a visit, and fuck you loud enough for anyone to hear.” he began panting, flowing his breath down upon your lower back. “yeah, you like that idea baby girl, how about i take over in the lecture hall and bend you over that desk, drilling into your tight cunt in front of every one so that they know that you belong to me?”

his half conceived promises, his taunting of you had you rolling closer to the edge, backing your hips backwards as you urgently met with his thrusts, forcing him to hip deeper into your cervix, a light growl prowling out of his chest, as he leant against you, angling his waist lower as he thrust upwards, his chest flat against your back.

“yes- fuck! please daddy, i wou- love that. love for you to fuck me for everyone to see, fill me with your cum, make me cu-um.” his heated breath strained against your skin, as your eyes fluttered, feeling succumbed to a white flush inside your veins, your body halting with it’s stability, resting helplessly over the swing seat, a she kept you steady.

“all mine.” your boyfriend stated, as he made you fall over the edge, ravenously thrusting into you to chase his own high. “gonna fucking cum.” a minor roar yelped out of his mouth, as his eyes strung shut, his shoulders relaxing as he emptied his seed into the condom, pulling out of your sopping cunt, as he removed the layer of protection, throwing it successfully in a bin a few feet away.

hazily, you went to stand, liam helping you pull your bottoms up, as he did so to himself too. he held you up, as he hoisted a passionate kiss onto your lips, a satisfied smile on his face once he pulled away. “i miss you so much when you’re away, i love you y/n/n.”

an appeased expression faulted your expression, as you reached up to entwine your hands together at the back of his neck. “i’m all yours li, or should i call you daddy?” you teased, causing a blush to fathom the apples of his cheeks. he looked down, an embarrassed poise covering his face.

“shut up.” he jokingly prompted, wrapping his arm around your shoulders as he began to walk you home, as you continued to tease him about his newly revealed kink, or multiple.