#night gaurd reader

[threepandas]

Bad End: Restructuring

The blast doors on my office were stronger then the ones on most bunkers. They matched the one's on the company dorms AND my personal rooms. Thing is? They weren't designed to hold out forever. In fact, I was pretty sure they were a pretty bit of security theater, just to let us fleshys feel safe.

We weren't.

Not a single moment of a single day.

The pay was unmatched. But then again, it'd HAVE to be, with the mortality rate. The morbidity rate on top, too. You didn't take a job like this unless you were crazy. Or, you know, desperate. College loans, man. They get you over a barrel and don't let up. But a few years of this? I'd be clear an free~

Few MORE years? I'd ever have a tasty little nest egg to fall back on, in case of emergencies. I just... you know, had to play it smart. Be really, REALLY careful.

No slacking off. No getting comfortable. Vigilance and best manners. Then we all get to go home alive. Because what's out there? In the Labs? Those guys can pop diamonds like we crush packing peanuts. Highest grade, fancy ass, metal bars of specialty blend metals? Tied up in pretty little bows.

They may LOOK like some sort of waifish boy band... but God, they are NOT. They are really, REALLY not. And their "personality" matrix program thingies? Apparently still a work in progress. A LONG work in progress.

People have fucking DIED.

But does management care? Of course not. Pay out some life insurance. "It was an accident on the job". And "of COURSE steps will be taken to insure to never happens again". Ha! My ass, it is. And my ass, they are. They aren't doing SHIT. Nor are they GOING too. They're in too deep with this project, whatever it is. And us?

Well WE'RE expendable.

Just the cost of doing business.

I watch bleeding edge technology move like dancers, room to room. The wall of screen lighting up my cramped little office. The mini-fridge hums and the fan whirrs, filling the silence. I try to spot FM-036 on one of the screens. I can't find him and it makes me nervous.

He might be hiding. Trying to be polite, in his own way. Since there was an incident.

I FUCKING TOLD Ric not to call them "it"! I TOLD him! It aggravates them. Provokes. You don't DO that with something... some ONE, with that much physical power. 36 put their fist through his SHOULDER. And the God damned wall! He might LOSE his arm, which? Given their ability to calculate better then most supercomputers?

Was probably the point.

I notice one of the androids messing with a computer in a lab. Fuck. I lean forward, hating drawing their attention but knowing I have to do my damn job. I press on the speaker system for that room after a quick glance at the ID on their jumpsuit.

"FM-047, could you please not touch that? I know you are aware that you are not supposed to tamper, meddle, or otherwise engage with the researchers notes or electronics."

The android stop typing. Their head rolling up and to the side to look directly at the camera, their body perfectly still. The angle borders on impossible. Almost owlish, nearly snake like. All perfectly smooth movements effortlessly controlled. Joint not limited by human designs. His face is bemused. Pleasant.

"Of course, night gaurd. My mistake. Thank you for correcting me." He replies, something almost like laughter, nearly like mocking, but not quite, in his smooth voice. They always sound like they are... HUMORING us. Working around us.

It sends a jolt of cold fear though my veins.

I... I REALLY hate talking to the androids.

Pity, they seem to like talking to ME.

"I was unaware you were on shift tonight. I will update the others. It's good to hear your voice again, you seemed nervous, last time we spoke."

Yeah. Because you were asking PERSONAL QUESTIONS. Oh, sure, they had dressed them up as "We're so CURIOUS about Humans~☆" but I wasn't an IDIOT. You Did NOT, under ANY circumstances, try to bond with the machines. NO chatting. That was lesson number one from my trainer.

And Frank? Frank had seen too many "but THIS time it's DIFFERENT! We're FWIENDS~!" Incidents end in unspeakable carnage. Lost too many noobies. We DO NOT chat! With the machines!!! DO. NOT.

"Ah~, you made her nervous again, FM-047" came from a different screen. I flinched. Jerked back so I could see it. Oh god. "Besides, I told you. The calculations showed she wasnt going anywhere. The 'money' is too good."

The androids had stopped. Turned, in some cases unnaturally, to stare up at the cameras. At me. It was a blatant show of how interconnected they were. How distance meant nothing to them. How... how enmeshed they were, in the Lab's systems.

COULD they see me?

I didn't want to know. I NEEDED not to know. If only so I could continue to sleep at night.

They smiled, clearly hoping I'd engage. I wanted to. God did I want too. Wanted to demand "what calculations" and for them to STOP looking at me like that. But I didn't. With tense muscles I careful lifted my finger from the speaker system's button and leaned back. Crossed my arms like I was hugging myself.

Do. Not. Engage.

Remember what Frank taught you.

My... my office felt so claustrophobic. Painfully small. Across the screens before me, matching faces huffed laughs of condescending amusement. Some out right DID laugh. Bright and mean noises that echoed in silence of the night.

Humans? Frank had observed (and I kinda had to agree) were beneath them, in their minds. Flawed little flesh creatures. Annoying. It was something the scientists were trying to correct. Pretty sure they fucked up. Badly. And long, long ago.

Watching over these guys? Felt like watching over a sea of identical demons. Pretty, cruel, and incapable of human understanding. Fond of tormenting the nearest human for sport.

"Tell us, night gaurd, are you afraid?"

Oh that's just PETTY. Fucking cliché as shit, too. I mean, YES, obviously. But STILL. And... and you know what? Fuck it! Frank, gave me his number for a reason! I scramble for my belt. The communicator there. It barely rings.

"Mph, m'awake! Wus happin' kid? Come on, talk to me."

I ramble. Knees dragged up on my chair, curled in a ball. Frank's low, old man, rumble a soothing focal point. These guys are so creepy. I HATE that they KNOW that. Gleefully will TRY to be, sometimes. Can BACK IT UP.

"Hey, hey. I'll stay on the line, okay? You just need to make it to morning shift. They're are creepy lil shits, but they can't get past the doors. I'll come get you myself, okay? Walk you right back to the dorms. You're going to be okay, sweetheart."

I nod, even though I know the old man can't see me. Manage to crackle out a "Mmmhmm". The androids haven't stopped staring. The worst part? Is they realistically DONT HAVE TOO. Can stay, perfectly still, like statues... forever, if they wish.

Watching.

With those "I'm laughing at you" grins. That "aaaw, how PATHETIC" expression. As though I were a wretched little animal to be observed. I ask Frank to tell me about his new show. It's... it's something about socialites, right? Historical? He's glad too. Filling my office with the sound of his voice. It's gonna be a long shift.

I don't notice, high up on the wall, near the back of my office?

A security camera that I do not control. It's red light on.

The company has to be sure it's employees aren't slacking, after all! Aren't up to no good! But don't worry, THAT camera is connect to a database the androids shouldn't be able to access! Because we told them not too.

And THAT'S IT.

No one will learn of the security breach until its far, far too late.

Now? They watch as I watch them.

And it's just the beginning.

[bleedingichorhearts]

𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐢 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐈𝐈𝐈

𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗: Apologies, a remake of chapter III. Did not like the direction it was going.

𝕾𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆���𝖞: The mini marines are wanting out of this… Slaanesh house, but worry about you.

𝕿𝖆𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖉: @kit-williams, @egrets-not-regrets, @bispecsual, @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan, @sleepyfan-blog.

TW // Sex Themes(Moaning), Sleep Deprivation.

|°ᴛᴀɢ ʟɪꜱᴛ ᴀᴘᴘʟɪᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ°| |°ɪᴄʜᴏʀ’ꜱ ᴀᴏ3°| |°𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕃𝕚𝕤𝕥°| • {Chapter II} • {Chapter IV}

To work and take care of the Space Marines entrusted in your care is a lot more work than one might realize. There is a lot to it than just trusting everything will be done, fine and dandy, no. You had to make sure the little Space Marine were fed their healthy amount of being smaller than usual. You had to make sure they were always in high places, just in case they got stepped on as some people just don’t know how to look down where they step, and their… the rather high entertainment level is different with each one of them.

Saveth, the little Night Lord (Who gets adorably upset at you for calling him that. Trying to sever your fingers off as you would pin him to a surface with your hand and shake him, a yowl escaping him.) Needs a good fair share of tricks to pull and things to keep his talon-like gauntlets sharp and… ready. He really isn’t the type to sit still for others or himself, he gets rather impatient at times. Something you conclude that he is just a young Scout. Always hungry for a fraction of adrenaline unlike the more experienced ones you have seen around, lurking slowly in the shadows, ready to strike anything that opposes their bond.

Yet, Saveths’ main thing? To annoy Sarvak, his prime victim in many, many of his games, but you know better than to blame a World Eater for a Night Lords actions. Even from the start, it is quite obvious who is doing what and who should be getting the timeout box. Which Saveth has the highest record so far in the box. Something you feel like he takes a challenge to each time he gets put in the dastardly box. Screeching the loudest in his temporary confinement until your constricting heart can’t take it anymore and you pluck him out of the box; letting him rest on top of your head to redeem yourself to him.

Scarab, the tiny and blue Thousand Son needs to have many books in front of him or he gets antsy: restless. He needs to have something to occupy his mind while you are gone without him snuggling into your pockets, seeing the world from a different height and view. He’ll get more and more… worried and fidgety the more hours, minutes and seconds he thinks about you and where you might have gone and done, but he trusts that you return safely to them like you always have.

The little blue always grows agitated however: clawing up the pages his books subconsciously, staring “mindlessly” into some walls and becomes quite the loner after some time left alone, (which you think this little blue maybe a Liberian or an Apothecary depending on his head shakes of disappointment.) Just like Sarvak, but he isn’t as bad as the poor raging ball of red. He keeps his emotions really well maintained compared to the rest of them with him just coming behind Atheloca who comes in first for being the calmest out of all of them. A rarity for a Death Guard to be calmer than him: a Thousand Son of calculated thoughts.

Atheloca, the stink beetle likes to… wander too close to the garbage of your home, maybe, sometimes rummaging in it. Though, it’s nothing too erratic like Saveth or Sarvak, but he just can be a really stinky little dude when he’s getting into areas one would not like to be, and he absolutely avoids hygiene the best he can: slowly dogging your hands the best he can with a low, pleading warble coming out of him.

He doesn’t want a- a bath! It feels weird on his armor! Makes him all sparkly, like he’s preparing to go to a high-end event like a loyal Ultramarine! Yet his attempts to try and persuade you and his bandmates are futile, and he always ends up smelling like a fresh field of flowers after a rather relaxing intoxicating hot bath. He won’t admit it that he’s starting to like your baths you give him, but you do notice the… obedient changes each time you give him one. Which makes you think his position might be one of a battle-brother or of a scout too.

Finally, Sarvak, the blurred ball of raging red, needs something to keep his rage in check and is the most… disruptive one out of the bunch, but he doesn’t mean to! You know he doesn’t mean to absolutely destroy the underside of your couch or scratch at the bottom of your bed and cabinets, it just how the Butcher's Nails affect him, and he usually apologizes after his brief rundown of his session of aggravation: purring and nuzzling into your neck or the palm of your hand with a small, almost whine-like coo coming out of him as you try and reassure him that it’s not anything unfixable, nor important.

However, there are two things that trigger him the most wherever he may go, and one is an already known bandmate: Saveth. Poor Sarvak gets targeted the most by the tiny Night Lord; being picked on by the insufferable creature of the shadows. Always getting teased, and poked by his bandmate, testing his will, and he swears upon Khorne he will show the lower ranking Night Lord “what’s up” (a saying he has learned from Sharons’ whore of her male mates) once he has grown back into the prime of his body. He is not in his full potential in this sickly, smaller form of himself, and that puts him on the edge. He can’t protect himself as easily as he wants to.

The second thing that triggers him the most is of course: The Butcher's Nails, and it doesn’t help that it’s also influenced by his conflicting emotions. It doesn't help that he thinks so much, but at the same time he feels like he thinks so little, it’s frustrating and infuriating. Why can’t he just think clearly for once? Without the pain of the nails digging into his head, obstructing some of the vital thoughts he has? That he needs to think about. Though, with the more logical thinking he does it enrages him even more than what he already was or has been. The only days (or hours) when he was able to think is when he was with you, his… caretaker? Protector? Serf? He is unsure of what you are to him, but he knows he wouldn’t mind you being his serf. Your presence is more… welcoming and calming of that of the brat of a Night Lord.

Speaking of your presence, he can smell your scent before you have even reached the front door of the house. The keys to the house juggling the dead-bolt lock on the door, making Saveth crawl out from his spot from hiding underneath a decorative pillow on the long sofa and up on the back of it with him. Curious and eager for your return, and the rest of them cannot lie, they also have been absolutely praying and swearing for your return like a Word Bearer or a Black Templar for a damn morning prayer. They all had enough of this… unnatural screeching and thumping coming from Sharons’ selection of the nest.

Don’t get them wrong, they know what she is doing up in there. That part is pretty obvious, but they haven’t expected her to be so loud about it and sound like a high-pitched Tyranid being fucked itself. It’s definitely a haunting noise they would hear for a long period of time, and they really wished they hadn’t. It was so foul, they have even thought about destroying their eardrums just enough so they could regenerate, but they didn’t want you to get in trouble for their insolence. You’re the only one that has their trust the most and could save them from this… house of Slaanesh.

A sigh escapes you as you finally open the front door and close it behind you. Your hand throwing your keys on top of a small, end table near the door as you prepare yourself to take off your shoes. Your hand stabilizing yourself on the corridor wall as you grunt to untie your shoes first, Scarab and Atheloca climbing up the back of the sofa to join him as well to look at you through the dark.

You seem more… shakier than usual. Your hand vibrates as you pull off your first shoe before switching your balance to get your other one. Which you also had trouble trying to stabilize yourself on just your own two feet, and this worries the group about your own health. They cannot have someone whom they trust to be so… vulnerable just like them, especially in this house of ungodly horrors. It just doesn’t feel right.

Saveth attempts to call for your attention. All of them watching as you pause for a second, slowly processing who was calling for you over the sound of pleasured? screeching. The silhouette of your head tilting, questioning what that sound was before you even recognized the little Night Lords call.

“Saveth?” You call back, the form of your body straightening back up, standing on your two feet as you make your way into the living room. Another call leaving Saveth, trying to direct you more through the dark with just his voice and chips before you… apologize to them? Mumbling your words before you just snatch them up in your arms, and take them away to your room?

Your sudden actions definitely have them confused, but they are not complaining about it, just more curious, worried and surprisingly calm about being unwillingly grabbed and being smacked together in your arms. Your presence brings them a certain relaxation to them, but they still can’t help but to be worried about you. You usually never mumble your words or just boldly pick them up. You were mostly kind to them and asked for their consent beforehand, only needing to be more daring to put them in a “timeout box” when they became more… aggressive.

They shift in your arms when you just plot yourself down onto your bed and lean to your side with a bounce as you don’t even bother to change into anything else. Your nose nuzzling into your pillow while you curl around them with your body the best you could. Your fingers subconsciously petting at their armor as they make cute, little confusing sounds up at you. Trying to gain your attention, but it seems you just don’t have enough energy to move besides slowly stroking at them with a finger.

They definitely didn’t take this sudden… depletion in your energy lightly. It has them worried and a bit angry at whatever is taking your energy away from you. They want you to be aware of what’s happening around you, not to be a mindless zombie, and to be taken advantage of. That doesn’t sit right with them, and they want to talk to you about it, but you can’t understand them in this… miniature form. They only sound they make are like little chicks or baby bats squeaking up at you (or so they are informed.) So, they will have to painstakingly come up with a different solution to help you in some way, but for now, they shall take comfort in your aura, and rest closely with you. The sound of your beating heart gratefully overthrowing the horrible screeching of the fighting Slaanesh-Tyranid humanoid from the room above as they can finally get some trusty sleep themselves.

[maladaptiveobsession]

“Magic pocket pussy”

Synopsis: DOL NPCS acquiring a magical pocket pussy synced to you.

Contains: afab!gn!reader, discipline, multi penetration, noncon, overstimulation, somnopihlia, toys

Words: 588

A/N: I only differentiated yandere!sirris from his normal conterpart as he is the only character I can imagine having drastically different behavior for this particular prompt. You can’t convince me Gwylan isn’t cooking up magic (probably illicit substances as well) in their shop. Something about them feels underlined with nefarious intent. I’d like to flesh out this concept with some of the characters at some point; there’s so much nuance and potential.

Abuses the hell out of it

With access to your cunt at all times, your pussy will be consistently puffy and raw from abuse. He’s stuffing you with cock whenever the urge strikes, torturing you with toys when his dick can’t keep up with his libido. He purposely teases you at inconvenient times. Watching you struggle to maintain composure in public is his favorite pastime. Most nights you wake up to the feeling of an invisible cock dragging along your gummy walls. If for whatever reason he can’t torment you at night, the pocket pussy is being stuffed with a vibrator so you wake up drenched in the morning. He’ll insert random objects throughout the day of various sizes and shapes, all to watch you squirm. Sometimes he’ll cram the largest dildo he can find inside to see you waddle around town in discomfort. He’s likely to fill the silicone hole with a dildo or vibrator of some sort—possibly both or even multiple of each—and then fuck you for real with the toys still inside. Really though, seeing your reactions is his favorite part of all. While your real pussy will always reign supreme, there’s a charm to watching you break apart without even actually touching you. The fleshlight is just so convenient.

➥ Anxious Gaurd, Briar, Kylar, C!Sydney, Leighton, Morgan, Quinn, Scarred Inmate, Whitney, Wren, yan!Sirris

Generally only when you’re not available

He doesn’t usually care for toys (why bother when he has you), but this one is an exception. It’s hardly a replacement for the real thing, but he can at least admit the convenience is alluring. It’s not all too often it gets used, but there are times when he misses you and can’t resist. It’s just so easy to punish you for being away for too long or simply to remind you of them. He could always just shove a vibrator inside and forget about it if he feels like it. Watching you fall apart without touching you proves enjoyable, as well. There’s a possibility he could even order a custom dildo, a replica of his length, to stuff the silicone cunt with, so you seek them out sooner. No chance you can forget about him when you can’t even sit. This opens the possibility of double stuffing you using only their dick. The longer you avoid them, the less patience and willpower they’ll have, therefore being less likely to wait.

➥ Alex, Avery, Bailey, Black Wolf, Eden, Great Hawk, Gwylan, Harper, Landry, Methodical Gaurd, Niki, Relaxed Gaurd, Remy, Veteran Gaurd, Zephyr

Only once in a moment weakness

He’s rather unlikely to use any toy, let alone a magical onahole. Just owning the thing feels like a breach of trust, but they can’t risk having it fall into anyone else’s hands. It sits in a drawer, hidden away until he eventually forgets about it. It’s not until he’s humping a pillow in the pitch dark of his room that he remembers it exists. He’ll scold himself, suddenly too ashamed to feel horny. Days will go by, constantly plagued by curiosity. When he finally concedes, apologies will spill from his lips as he rocks his hips into the silicone. It feels so good, and he wonders if you’re feeling the same. More than that, he wonders if the real thing—the real you—feels this good. His orgasm is the most intense he’s ever felt, electricity taking over him and his essence flooding the silicone imitation of you. The post-nut clarity is potent, mortifying. He’ll avoid you for some time after that, unable to even look you in the eye for even longer. Shame creeps along his spine like a parasite, vowing never to lose control like that again. Below the guilt, desire grows and bites at his willpower. Who knows how long it’ll be before he gives in again?

➥ Charilie, Darryl, Doren, P!Sydney, Jordan, Mason, Mickey, River, Robin, Sam, Sirris, Winter,

Bonus

The likely creator of said pocket pussy

➥ Gwylan

[im-so-normal-iswear]

I got new request for you! Hopfully this one wasn't as crazy as my last one. How does the triple S hedgehog boys react to their lover sleep talks?

Can be first time and how they deal with it over time.

Triple s x reader

Sonic:

Sonic was completely off gaurd the furst time it happened. He was over at your house crashing on your couch for the night. You fell asleep first, as soon as you sat down on the couch you fell asleep, he decided to stay up for a little longer. He flipped through channels on your tv.

He hears mumbles from you and assumed you were trying to tell him something, so he leaned in, only to realize you were dead asleep.

"Wait, are you…talking in your sleep?" he whispers, more to himself, as he raised an eyebrow.

Your mumbles were completely incoherent at first. But after a but sonic slowly started to peice together strings of barely coherent sentences. He tries not to laugh too loudly when you suddenly mutter something about "being too flammable" and "the fridge being haunted." It’s too ridiculous to ignore, and Sonic, being the teasing type, pulls out his phone and records a snippet to show you later.

Your words are incoherent at first, a mix of jumbled sentences and half-formed thoughts.

As time goes on, Sonic starts noticing that your sleep-talking isn’t just random, it sometimes reflects your dreams. If you’ve had a particularly eventful day, your mutterings often reference things you both did together. He thinks it’s adorable how you unconsciously process your adventures, sometimes even calling out his name in your sleep.

One night, you mumble, "Sonic…don’t eat all the popcorn…" while snuggling closer to him. He smirks and responds,"Don’t worry, I saved you some!" even though you’re not awake to hear it.

Over time, Sonic develops a habit of engaging with your sleep talk. If you mumble questions, he answers them. "Where’s the Chaos Emerald?" you mumble once, and he dramatically responds, "Safe in my hands, as always!" He jokes that he’s the best at keeping you entertained even when you’re unconscious.

At some point, he even gets used to your nighttime chatter, finding it comforting in a strange way. It keeps him grounded.

Shadow:

Shadow doesn’t notice the first time it happens. He’s too used to quiet solitude and doesn’t expect you to disrupt the silence of his home while you sleep. The first instance occurs during a rare moment when you’re resting beside him. He’s sitting on the edge of the bed, polishing a gun, when he hears a faint, barely audible murmur.

"Shadow…"

His ears perk up, and he freezes mid-polish. He turns to look at you, his eyes narrowing slightly. "What are you saying?" he mutters under his breath.

You respond with something nonsensical about "flying cats" and “Chaos Controling to the grocery store.” Shadow stares at you in utter disbelief. He’s not sure if he should be amused, annoyed, or concerned. "What on earth goes on in that head of yours?" he mutters, shaking his head.

As time passes, Shadow becomes more observant. He starts piecing together patterns in your sleep talk, often correlating them with your moods or daily activities. On nights when you’re stressed, your mutterings turn into fragmented worries about mundane things. On happier days, your sleep talk is lighthearted, sometimes even funny.

He won’t admit it, but he finds it endearing. Hearing you speak his name in your sleep makes him feel... important to you. He’s always struggled with feeling connected to others, but knowing that you’re dreaming about him, even subconsciously, touches him.

However, Shadow is the practical type. If your sleep talk disrupts his rest, he’ll wake you up without hesitation. "You were muttering again," he says bluntly when you groggily open your eyes. Over time, he does grow more patient.

When you have nightmares, though, Shadow is swift to act. The moment he senses distress in your voice, he shakes your shoulder. "Wake up," he says firmly. "You were having a bad dream." He doesn’t say it, but he’ll stay up with you as long as it takes to calm you down.

Eventually, he adjusts to your sleep talking, seeing it as just another "quirk". He tunes it out mostly, but its a reminder your still there with him.

Silver:

Silver discovers your sleep-talking habit on accident. The two of you are camping under the stars, resting after a long day of exploring. You’ve drifted off before him, and he’s lying awake, staring up at the constellations when he hears it, a soft, barely-there mumble.

Curious, Silver sits up and leans closer to you. "What did you say?" he whispers, thinking you might be awake. But your breathing is slow and steady, and your eyes remain closed.

"...Time travel is weird," you murmur, followed by something about pancakes.

Silver quickly covers his mouth to stifle a laugh. He’s always known you were a bit weird at times, but hearing your ramdom mutters and thoughts while you’re asleep is a whole new level of hilarious to him. He spends the rest of the night listening to your random murmers and mutters.

Over time, Silver starts looking forward to your sleep-talking episodes. He’s endlessly curious and often wonders what your dreams are like. Sometimes, your mutterings are so bizarre that he can’t help but write them down, thinking they’d make great conversation starters later.

"You said something about ‘psychic pancakes’ last night," he tells you one morning, grinning. "Do you even remember dreaming about that?"

Silver never grows tired of your sleep talk. To him, it’s just another way you let him into your world, even unconsciously. He treasures every word, no matter how silly or nonsensical.

[haruchi-slit]

JEALOUS, JEALOUS GIRL!

pairing: true form! sukuna x concubine! reader | synopsis: the king brings a girl and it just makes his favorite so jealous! | warnings: double penetration, sukuna 2pps, creampie (?), teasing, switch, lots of kissing, m receiving (blow job), biting (slight?), porn with plot (?), not proof read properly! chi-list

"I'm a jealous jealous jealous girl, if i can't have you baby, no one else in this world can."

you were trapped in this endless circles of boredom since the king left for a trip to China to meet its emperor, it's been months since he left and you missed him so much, you were left with uraume, they're fine to be with, but they're too busy to talk to you, too busy to make small talks. you were completely bored to death, until one day uraume happily announced that the king is coming back, "really he is?" you asked happily shaking uraume's shoulders. your endless circles of boredom will finally come to an end!

"yes, how many times would i have to repeat it for you?" uraume responds with a frown, removing your hands from them.

you were over the moon! you twirled around like you were a teenager getting her allowance

"the kinggg's finally baackk~" you hummed skipping towards your room.

evening rolls by faster than light, you heard the temples heavy doors creeping open, and the king's sorcerer murmuring "Sukunaa!" you yelp, running carelessly to the main entrance. you saw sukuna being escorted by the gaurds, sorceres and servants, you and uraume bowed your heads as soon as you saw him after passing the two of you, you looked up, with your eyes shining as bright as the northern star, smiling from ear to ear. until, you noticed a unfamiliar face, walking behind sukuna a woman who's about your height, brunette hair tickling down her shoulders, wearing a black and red kimono just like yours, but yours were adorned with gold roses and the red fabrics of your kimono were much more bolder than hers, your smile completely dropped as you saw sukuna's hand resting on her head, ruffling her hair, and she seems to love it, your eyebrows were quick to frown as you saw this gesture, you glared at sukuna and the girl with full of...jealousy. you knew that you weren't in the place to feel this, but still.

you learned that her name was qika, of course from uraume, they know everything about the lord's activities. qika is from China, she used to be the emperor's main whore, but the emperor gifted her to sukuna, because she is the only one who knows how to speak Japanese.

"it's pronounced as: i-ka" uraume says, carrying scrolls full of jujutsu in their hands, "anyways, why are you asking and aren't you supposed to be at the dinning room now?"

you rolled your eyes "I don't want to.." you clicked your tongue, "the lord's gonna be upset if you're-" "i do not care uraume" they raised a brow hearing you raise your voice, "are you jealous?" you rolled your eyes and walked out, striding straight to your bedroom, you didn't ate dinner that night you were too upset that the lord brought a concubine even though he could've just declined the offer.

"bullshit" you sighed softly laying in your bed, as you realized that the lord hasn't called you to get to his chambers. you let out a heavy, heavy breath as you rolled over to the other side of your bed, grabbing the soft pillow close to your chest hugging it tightly with a sour look in your face, when you were about to fall asleep, you heard lewd moans and squelchs from the other room, sukuna's room; your eyes shot open as soon as you heard it, 'fuckkk!', you could only thought to yourself as you sit up leaning on your bed's headboard, while you hear them fucking non-stop. "aaa my-my lord!" the woman yelps, you could only roll your eyes and do nothing about it,

you clicked your tongue; pulling your blanket on top of your body, then falling asleep eventually.

after that you were avoiding him the next day, depriving him even from your glance and presence always occupying your schedule with tons of other activities, you were lonely and fucking jealous, as he spends time with his "new favorite concubine", you could only clench your fist and frown your eyebrows, giving qika and sukuna dirty looks, sometimes even mocking qika for her forced voice while working with uraume "awh thaynk kyu my lowrd" you cursed under your breath, "did you said something?" uraume inquired "huh? no what did i say?" you respond with a defensive tone.

sukuna noticed that you were avoiding him. avoiding him in the hallways, dinning room, throne room literally every where, not batting a care for his presence. though, even if you were a brat, he let's you slide, you're still his favorite after all.

"let's see how long that brat's gonna take it. " he thought to himself. and boy oh boy he didn't expect to see you this fucking desperate. maybe he should make you jealous more often.

you're now on top of his lap, with his half naked body, his broad muscles flexing, as you stare at him intently, you just wanna smack that stupidly handsome smirk he has on his face, for fuck's sake you to do that immediately.

"trying to top me? hah...go on princess, I'd like to see you fail, yeah?" he chuckles leaning on the bed's headboard, as you stare at him with lust and desperation in your eyes, he laughed, "did you heard me and that girl yesterday, are you jealous?", he doesn't even know her name... "were you thinking of me while you were fucking her?" you spat back, grinding on his clothed shaft, he paused, in fact, he was thinking of you- , you glide the tips of your fingers on his markings tracing it gracefully you tilted your head to your left, "I'll take that as a yes. can she take you whole? can she grip your needy cock like i do?", you spoke. "cocky aren't you?" he grunts in respond while clenching his jaw, his lower set of hands creeped to your hips, squeezing it like it depends on his life, you continued to tease him, peppering his chest with sweet kisses, he threw his head back as your kisses travelled down to the mouth on his belly, you gave him a quick kiss as you proceed to his clothed cocks, you rubbed his cock slowly with his undergarment on, you held his clothed cocks on your tiny hands while locating the tip of his cocks, he lets out another grunt, placing one of his upper set of arms on your back as the other covered his face, he might not last long, letting you top him, but he loved seeing you on top of him with your alluring demeanor and dominant side it's just different, he threw his head back once more as you took one of his clothed cock into your mouth, as you circled the tip of the other cock with your thumb.

the king lets out heavy, silent grunts as you gave him an unbearable pleasure- to make it worst the fabric on his dick gave so much friction, enough for him to cum sooner, even though he tried his best to deny his climax, he failed miserably as he paints your pretty mouth with his thick cum, while his other cock spurted cum all over his mattress and yakuta, you snickred "what a mess" you glanced at sukuna with flushed face with his hand on top of his lips "bet she can't do that huh?" , his hands still lingering on your body, you smirked before untying your kimono, letting it pool down on the mattress, "you're such a fucking tease aren't you?" he grumbled, while you took his soaked yakuta off his body throwing it across the room, his cock is still hard, even after cumming, "f-fuck" he murmurs as you aligned his cock on your entrance, while you align his other cock on your ass, "you sure you can take all of me?" he let's out a whimpy chuckle, cupping your waist with his large hands, you didn't respond, you were too focused on proving him wrong and that you're better than qika. she was never better than you. you slowly put his cocks in you, your lips gapped as you take him whole, a string of saliva connecting your lips as you whimpered, your gummy walls swallowing him instantly as you collide your hips to his taking him full, from base to tip sukuna swore you almost made him whimper, you paused for a moment before moving your hips- you placed your hands on his chest as you bounced lightly on his cock, with every bounce sukuna tries his hardest to not let a single whimper out off his mouth, he bit his lips so hard it started to bleed, you watched his blood drip down to his chin, you sucked your lips between your teeth before licking sukuna's blood and latcing your lips to his, before letting out a giggle "ooo c'mon cursed king, don't hide those pretty moans, pleasee. for me?" you teased "s-shut up" he babbled as his hands support your hips from bouncing, you'd giggle on his grumped scowl while he throws his head back on the headboard, you could feel his pre-cum dripping from your pussy mixed with your arousal. you continued to bounce on his dick, you'd whimper every time his dick hits your g-spot you nuzzled on the crook of his neck bitting it, out of pleasure, while his cocks penetrate your tight holes...you can feel your climax brewing in your adomen, your bounce getting sloppier as your cunt drip uncontrollably, "hah-mm fuckk..!" you moan as you feel your climax creeping closer, sukuna's cocks throbs with every whimper that came out off your mouth. "fucking woman," sukuna growled, before pinning you down to the mattress "i should make you jealous more often, huh? "he adds putting you in a missionary before tucking your hair to the side so he could see your beautiful face, "you're so fuckin' gorgeous when your jealous, turns m-me on s-so damn much" sukuna grunts without missing a beat as he feels his climax near.

your gummy walls sucking him in with every thrust, your nails scratching his biceps and back, knuckles turning white as you grip the sheets of the mattress, while sukuna buries his cocks in you- "mfmmgh-" you whined before cumming all over his cocks-

"that's right, fucking cum on my cocks...h-hah-"

sukuna moans softly before nuzzling to the crevice of your boobs, snapping his hips to yours once more before reaching his climax, you could feel his cum oozing out off your pussy and ass, the both of you were catching breaths while sukuna's cocks is still intact, he does his final thrust fucking back the cum that oozed out off your cunt and ass, your toes curled while your eyes rolled to the depths of your skull, goodness...

"I'm getting rid of that girl, I'll get uraume to get rid of her... jealous brat."

a/n: idk lmaoo... Don't ask me why i named the other concubine "qika" i just want it to be different and unique haha, i kinda have a neutral feeling abt this cause whenever i proof read it, it sounds cringe and yuckie I'm not good at writing... anyways does anyone wants to be my anon/mutual?

[drdawnbreaker]

𝐀 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐳𝐞 𝐈𝐧 𝐒𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐝 𝐈𝐜𝐞 || 𝐁.𝐁

Pairing: Winter Soldier x HydraPrisoner!Reader

Summary: Soldat, and you have been through so much in such little time. And now, you have to navigate the looming storm of snow and rising tension. Can Soldat keep you from slipping over the edge or will you just end up falling together?

Word Count: 1.49k

Warnings: Blood. Canon level violence. Non-sexual nudity. Tension. This is basically just naked cuddles by an open fire. What can i say, I'm a romantic.

Notes: I didn't expect to write something so long, but here i am, ahah. This was heavily inspired by @winterarmyy fic with Bucky, hehe. Anyhoo enjoyy. Not beta read. Yolo. Also, this is my first full fic, i guess... ahhhh. So please go easy on mee argh xx

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Imagine You and The Winter Soldier are fleeing, running for your lives in the wet and cold night. The gravelled roads covered in a blizzard of thick snow. Your body is soaked from rain, blood, dirt, and god knows what else.

Soldat never said a word as he tracked closely in front of you, creating a path with his long, thick legs, letting you walk without much effort, unlike him who is starting to feel the burn of his muscles and the sting in his lungs. But he would never tell you, he would rather break all his bones in his body than risk any discomfort to you. Not ever again.

Soldat pushed open the heavy door with his metal shoulder, the cracking sound of snapping wood echoed in the vast silence of the lonely woods that hid more than fifty-ish gaurds from the hydra base they had just broken out from. You stumbled in behind him, your breath creating little clouds as you sighed deeply as you almost tripped into Soladts' large back.

Your thin clothes that Hydra forced you to wear while you were stuck in your cell and soldats tactical gear was soaked, stained, clinging to his skin. It was like a reminder of the struggle he went through to get you out. He had taken the brunt of the most brutal confrontations, but the scars of your escape marked both of you—physically and mentally.

As the door slammed shut with a heavy thud, a cold shiver coursed through you, making you very aware of the biting chill that seeped into your bones, rattling your body with a familiar emotion... Fear. Soldat noticed your discomfort. His steel, almost grey eyes, were shadowed with concern. “There is no power. Too risky,” he muttered, his voice low and husky. “But we need to get warm.”

Without another word, grunt, or whimper, Soldat moved like lightning towards various cupboards, tossing through cobwebs, dust, and strange bugs before finally finding an old stack of firewood. Well, most like cheap chip wood, but it'll burn enough to get you warm.

You watched him as he arranged all the wood in the fireplace, not even seemingly taking a breath until it was complete. The flicker of warmth that the flame produced would simmer you down only momentarily before another shiver ran down your body as the wet melting snow pooled against your skin from the soaked fabric.

"Here,” he called, gesturing to try beside the fire, his voice steady despite the storm outside. Yet you somehow knew that he was panicked deep inside. Worried about yours and his safety. Morely yours, but you try not to think about that. “Get closer to the fire.”

You obliged without a word, positioning yourself on your knees before the flames, but quickly realized that the heat was barely wrapping around you. The cold still seeped into your chest, gnawing at your skin. Soldat threw more wood in, but time was not a luxury you had, it seemed. No, as your eyes grew heavy and your shallow breath slowed, Soldat needed to find a solution quick before you surely died from hypothermia. He grunted through his nose as he watched you for a moment more before speaking...

“Strip,” he said, gravelled and bluntly. It made you freeze, cheeks flushing as your slowed heart began to race.

What? Is he serious? You blinked at him in shock as uneasy laughter bubbled up, tinged with embarrassment. He can't actually be serious... Right?

“Soldat, I—” you started, but then he cut you off by speeding down the hall before you could process his request. You sat there stunned and trembling. Confusion warred with the urgency of your situation, the biting cold gripped you tighter, but now a heat pooled inside you, one you always managed to keep hidden until now.

With a deep, shaky breath, you hastily stripped off your damp clothes. The chill of the room made every inch of exposed skin tighten, and you quickly slipped into your underwear. Just as you pulled the last layer away, Soldat re-entered the room, his arms holding a bunch of blankets and pillows. He dropped them carelessly on the floor, but carefully not to get any in the fire or on the wet pile of clothes you created. He began to arrange them with determination, making a makeshift bed. Almost like a nest or cocoon.

"You have to get warm." He states, letting you see the determination in his wild eyes. You hugged your arms around yourself tightly, still feeling in the heat of embarrassment, being almost bare in front of the only person in your life who ever showed care for you.

“The underwear isn’t helping,” he stated flatly, as if the gravity of the situation was the only thing at play, almost completely ignoring the circular emotions churning in the space between you and him. The tension that has been brewing since the first day your cells were side by side. Since the first time you used your abilities to sneak into his cell and hold him, let him know he wasn't alone while using your powers to soothe his torturous mind.

Your heart raced as you met his gaze. “Can you... uh c-can you close your eyes, please?”

He chuckled softly, a lightness breaking through the tension. “Alright,” he said, feigning nonchalance as he covered his eyes with his metal hand, though a ghost of a smile lingered on his lips. Something was almost foreign about a smile on the Soldats, but he had grown to have one when only you were around.

With shaking fingers, you slipped your last barrier away, letting the wet bra and panties all alongside the other wet fabric before you dived for the blankets, mortified and relieved at once, your heart hammering wildly. “Okay...I’m done,” you called, hoping to mask your vulnerability and embarrassment with the soft cupboard smelling duvet

He opened his eyes, pulling his hand away. The warmth of the fire reflected off you, a hint of satisfaction finally grazed in his expression. You shifted slightly, the blankets cocooning you with newfound warmth, but the icy sensation still danced inside your chest. You shivered again

Soldat could hear the way your body was still craving heat and as he swore under his breath as the silence stretched thick with the unspoken tension. He knew he needed to do something. So he started to strip himself of his own wet clothes, revealing the chiselled muscles and scars that told stories of his torment...of battles fought and lost. He reached for his belt, and it made you suddenly speak up with an eep in your voice.

“W-what are you doing?” You blurted out, the absurdity of the situation slamming into you like a train as he slipped off his pants, boots, and underwear until he was completely bare in front of you. You didn't mean to cast your gazs lower, but before you could even get a good look at him, he was under the blankets beside you. Skin suddenly against skin.

“I need to keep you alive,” he replied with a gruffness that softened under the weight of his intentions. He pulled you close, lifting the blanket over both of you to create more warmth.

Your body instinctively moulded against his, seeking the refuge of his body heat even though your mind was racing at the idea of being this close to the soldie while completely naked.. As his heartbeat thrummed beneath your ear, you inhaled his scent without thought—an intoxicating mix of woodsmoke and something uniquely him. It made your heart ache and twist with butterflies. And as the storm outside raged on, you felt a surreal sense of safety wrapped in his strong embrace.

You buried your cold nose into his chest, feeling the fear, the stress, all of it melt away with every passing second. “You’ll be okay,” he murmured, fingers gently brushing through your hair as if he was soothing both of you to rest.

In that moment, there was a clarity of peace that felt sacred. It was something neither of you had felt in years, decades... It was as if the world had fallen away, problems and fears non-existent by the closeness you shared with him. A refuge built on trust forged in darkness and chaos.

Even though none of you predicted this moment, the sleepiness began to claim you both, weight of conflict fading like melting snow.

Soldat's warmth surrounded you, lulling you into a quiet dreamland. And that night, amidst the storm, with the fire crackling softly, Soldat mended the fractures within both of you if only just for a moment. And that night was the first night Soldat slept without the fear of the demons to raid his mind. No, the only thought he could think of was that he had you safe and away from the sinister grasps of hyrda. You were both finally free.

[samzzarella]

Can you do a headcanon for Se-Mi where she's dating someone who's younger than her. We don't really know her exact age but the age gap is at least 4 years, but it's still a legal age gap ofc!

Idk if someone already did this or not but I've had this thought in my head for a good while now. But no rush on writing, take your time!!

Sorry it took so long! Hope you like it!

TAKE THE WEIGHT OFF HER SHOULDERS

~ Older Se-mi x reader headcanons

(smut headcanons after the cut)

✧.* You met her at a friend’s wedding, where she immediately caught your eye, looking charming in a black suit, short hair slightly slicked back. But before you had even spotted her, she had seen you, bright and captivating.

✧.* She was 5 years older than you, with a good job, and you were just finishing college, so naturally, you felt a bit inadequate, but she instantly squashed that feeling from the beginning of your relationship.

✧.* She’s super protective of you, so she’s always on gaurd when she’s out with you. Her arm will always be around your waist or shoulders, unless she’s holding your hand.

✧.* She’s often stretched thin by her work, coming home exhausted, and you’re always there to take care of her with massages and cuddles. She insists on paying for stuff when you go out because she likes the feeling of being able to provide for you.

✧.* LOVES to ruffle your hair, especially if you’re shorter than her.

✧.* When you’re hanging out at a friend’s house or at a party, she’ll often have you sit on her lap, arms looped around your waist.

✧.* I think she likes PDA, because she wants everyone to know that you’re hers, ESPECIALLY if someone tries to flirt with you. Like, she gets petty if someone even looks at you funny, and will put on a show, no matter where you are, being extremely touchy with you.

✧.* She wears formals to work and they always look sooo good on her, especially when she gets home, a button or two popped open from the top of her shirt as she gets comfortable. It takes considerable effort on your part to not pounce on her when she’s looking like that.

~ nsfw (18+ minors do not interact)

✧.* If she had a really frustrating day at work, prepare to be very sore the next day, because the strap will be making an appearance and she’s gonna take out all her frustration on you. On those nights, she practically has super human stamina, and will go for hours. But you can trust that the after-care will be divine.

✧.* I’m pretty sure she would have a daddy kink. Call her that once and she’ll go fucking ballistic, probably giving you the best orgasm you’ve had in your life.

✧.* Hair pulling. That’s all I’m gonna say.

[yup-thats-me]

—The new candidate• Ateez

※pairing; siblings!Ateez x little sister!reader, choi beomgyu x reader ※summary; their sister has a new boyfriend. They have all the rights to know about this man, either with or without their sister's will. ※warnings; none, non!idol au ※a/n; this was so much fun to write! I hope you enjoy this sweet annon🩷

"I'm leaving!" Y/n called out to her brothers, the keys of her car already in hand.

As soon as the words leave her mouth, suddenly is now standing in front of her, his arms blocking the doorway.

"Where are you going?" His eyebrows raised.

With a sigh the girl replies. "Out. Now move."

Jongho is the next to query her. "Its one in the fucking afternoon." He says, pointing at the clock.

"Where are you going all dressed up?"

Y/n should've known this would happen. Maybe she should have told Beomgyu to re-schedule their date. But it's too late now.

"None of your business," She spat.

"Oh it is, miss girly," Seonghwa interrupted, the spatula in his hand, the pink apron in line with how he stood. "I am making lunch!"

By now, the rest of the brothers had gathered by the door. All eyes now trained on her, Y/n finally crumbled.

"I'm going on a date! Happy now?!"

Silence.

She got a new boyfriend? That's news to the brothers. They should've noticed. Like the time she was giggling in the middle of the night, or the time she asked Seonghwa's opinion on perfume or flowers, or the time she asked Yeosang and San for the best dishes to eat after a workout session. They should've figured it out.

"Who is it?" Hongjoong asked, his jaw clenched.

This is their little sister we're talking about! The one who ran to them when she fell while riding the bike for the first time, the one who prepared breakfasts for them when they were in school–albeit the pancakes were a little burnt, nonetheless! She's their little sister. Of course they had the right to know who she is dating.

"You don't really need to know," Y/n replied frustratedly. She did want to tell them about her boyfriend, but she also knew how her brothers would absolutely grill the hell out of the poor guy. It can be done later.

The tension was thick in the air when Wooyoung finally broke the silence, not being able to hold any longer. "The fit is fire, though."

Everyone immediately groaned, throwing him daggers. "Not now, Woo!"

"What?" He laughed. "Its not a lie! She looks so pretty!"

The men smiled a little. She did indeed look very pretty, but now's no the moment to adore their sister.

Seeing an opening, Y/n quickly replied a "thank you" to Wooyoung before she started to advocate for her case.

"Please, please, please!" She pleaded. "I'm getting late, I promise to tell you guys all about him later!"

She batted her lashes, trying her absolute best to melt her brothers' hearts.

"Alright. Be back before six."

Ecstatic, Y/n smiles, rushing out the door. "Bye, guys!"

As the door shut behind her, the eight men stood there, contemplating their next move.

"So..." Yunho started. "We're following her right?"

"Absolutely."

In a flash, all the men were now putting on their shoes while they left Yeosang on the gaurd by the window.

"Wait," He called out. "She's not out the driveway yet."

The men stood still as if they get killed if they moved an inch. As the sound of Y/n's car faded, they moved, hustling as they left the house.

"Older ones with me," Hongjoong exclaimed. "The rest with Jongho."

The cars moved as if on a mission. They slowly followed Y/n, hidden by a few cars. They did not want her to know that they're following her.

When Y/n finally stopped by a cafe, the men were also quick to take cover a few blocks away. Keeping an eye on their little sister by the zoom feature of their phones, they stood at the doorway; practically blocking others from entering.

There sat Y/n at a more private area of the cafe, adoring the bouquet her boyfriend just handed her. Y/n's favorites.

The still unknown-man earned a brownie point from Seonghwa.

They can hold on no more; They pushed through the door of the establishment, moving like a gang, making a bee-line to Y/n's table.

Pulling the chairs from the adjacent tables, the brothers surrounded the couple. Y/n had her face in her hand, loud sighs leaving her lips.

The men did not waste time on formalities though.

"Your name," Started Mingi.

"Beomgyu."

The guy was not flustered by the invadement; he was prepared. He was born ready, some would say.

"Hmm," Nodded San. "Job?"

"I'm in a band," Answered Beomgyu. "Vocalist."

Piqued, Yeosang was next. "Where did you meet?"

Y/n blushed furiously at the question. She really did not want her brothers to know how she met Gyu when she was drunk and threw up on the poor man.

"Concert," Gyu replied calmly, a soft smile on his lips. "She came to see our concert."

"How long have you been dating?" Hongjoong asked as he finished order their drinks.

Beomgyu threw a sweet smile at the girl, reminiscing. "Eleven months."

"That long!?" Seonghwa suddenly remarked, feeling betrayed. "And my little sister did not even tell me," he pouted. "To think I was her favorite."

"You're not, though."

The oldest ignored her for now; they had more important matters at hand.

"Any siblings?" Jongho voiced.

"A brother."

Wooyoung however, pulled out his notes app. "First. How far did you go?"

As if anyone in their right state of mind would answer that question truthfully. If looks could kill, Beomgyu would've been buried six feet under.

"H-hands," He coughed. Y/n quickly offered him her water.

"Just held hands."

Nodding, Wooyoung continued. "Pets?"

Y/n answered for him. "Yeah, Toto!" She replied, beaming. "His parrot. Toto's really cute."

Her brothers smiled but that disappeared as they continued grilling him.

"And your ex left you because?"

Yunho interuppted this time. "Have some moral code, dude!"

Wooyoung nodded, understanding. But Beomgyu answered anyway. "We were not right for each other," he managed to say calmly.

"And your plans with our sister?"

Beomgyu smiled, intertwining his hand with Y/n's.

"I believe we'll spend this lifetime together. Maybe the next on too."

Y/n had plenty of time to beat up her brothers for their espionage later; right now, she could hardly keep the butterflies dancing all over her being at bay.

He really was the one for her.

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[billiesguitar]

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ 𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐄𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡

Fuckboy!Billie x Nerdy!Reader

- Part 3 || Au masterlist

Warnings - SMUT

Billie and I had become friends. It was strange, considering our first encounter, but she'd been true to her word, keeping our night together a secret. We'd watch movies, go to the library, and even had a couple of deep conversations about life and what not.

But tonight was different. yesterday Billie told me that one of her friends was dragging her to a birthday party and complained all day that she would be miserable, she told me that she'd text me the whole time she was there but not once did I receive a message. maybe she was having fun?

I decide to let my gaurd down a bit and watch a movie alone in my dorm. By the halfway point, i'd fully forgotten about Billies and this party, that was until my phone buzzes. I pause the movie and check my messages, it was Billie. "y/nnnn"

I roll my eyes and text back "Yes, Billie? you bored yet?"

"I miss you" she texts back,

"bilz are you drunk?" "maybe, I still miss you"

I couldn't help but smile at the screen, "Miss me?" "can I please come over?" I hesitate before finally responding with "Okay."

Before I know it, she's standing in my doorway, looking a bit tipsy and a lot adorable. "Hey, you," she says, a lopsided grin on her face.

"Hey," I say, "You okay?"

"I'm great," she says, walking in and flopping onto my bed. "Thanks for letting me crash."

"You're welcome," I say, sitting down beside her. "What's going on?"

"Just a bad party," she says, "I hate parties."

"No you dont, you love parties." i chuckle and lean back into the wall.

"Without you they're boring," she turns to face me, "you're so pretty, you know that, right?"

I blush, "Thanks, but you're drunk."

"Maybe," she says, playing with the hem of my shirt "But I mean it."

"billie-" I start to protest but she cuts me off with a kiss.

It's different from the last time, softer, more gentle. She tastes like mint and a hint of something else, something sweet. I don't pull away, instead, I kiss her back, feeling the same rush of excitement.

Her hands wander over my body, unbuttoning my shirt and sliding it off my shoulders. She kisses down my neck, her teeth grazing my skin, making me shiver.

"You're so responsive," she whispers, her voice filled with desire.

I lean into her, my hands fumbling with her belt. She helps me, unbuckling it and sliding her jeans down.

We're both naked in my bed, the glow of the TV lighting our bodies. She kisses me again, her hand sliding down to cup my pussy.

"Mine," she murmurs against my lips, before pushing a finger inside me.

"Billie," I moan, my body arching into her touch.

Her movements are slow and deliberate, her eyes on my face, watching my every reaction. She adds another finger, stretching me open.

I let out a moan that was a bit too loud, she smirks before leaning in and whispering "I need you quiet, baby girl"

Billie moves herself down, till her face is between my legs. "I want to taste you," she says, her eyes dark with lust.

She looks up at me, grinning like shes just won an award and I look down at her, begging her without words.

Her mouth closes over me, her tongue teasing my clit. She's good at this, really good. I can feel my orgasm building, my hips bucking against her mouth, my teeth digging into my lips so I don't make a sound.

"Billie, I'm gonna-" I start to say, a moan cuts me off.

"Hold it." she says, her voice muffled by my pussy, "not yet."

And with that, she sucks harder, her fingers moving faster.

"Bil-Billie, I can't!" I whine, my eyes screwed shut.

"Yes, you can," she murmurs, her voice soothing despite the wicked smile on her face as she continues to devour me.

It's too much, my legs try to shut themselves but Billie's hand separate them.

"Please- I cant-"

"come for me, baby" she says again, her voice firm and in control.

And with that, I do. My body shakes with the intensity of my orgasm, my juices coating her face. She pulls away, her eyes meeting mine.

"Good girl," she says, "now, let's see if I can get you to scream."

Her hand replaces her mouth, her thumb circling my clit as she slides two fingers into me again. She fucks me though my orgasm, making it last longer and harder.

As I lay there panting, she slides up beside me, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. "How was that, friend?" she says, teasing me.

I throw a pillow at her, "Shut up."

We lay there, her arm around me, my head on her chest. It's comfortable, and for the first time in a long time, I don't feel so alone.

"Billie," I start, but she inturpts me. "I know,baby, I know, i wont tell anyone," she sighs and turns to me, "look y/n, I know you don't want to be anything public, but admit it, you like me, you like when I fuck you, and so do I, so if you don't wanna be anything public, I understand, but can we at least be friends with benefits?"

I look up at Billie, unable to find words so I just nod.

"words baby, I need words."

"y-yes." I stutter out, my cheeks burning.

"Good," she grabs my face and kisses me.

I'm gonna regret this, aren't I?

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[bleedingichorhearts]

𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐕𝐈

𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗: Been awhile… but they return.

𝕾𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞: You take another day off of work, feeling entirely… ‘overwhelmed’ with your thoughts and need to take a trip to the grocery store to cool off with the mini marines joining of course.

𝕿𝖆𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖉: @kit-williams, @egrets-not-regrets, @bispecsual, @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan, @sleepyfan-blog.

+@c-u-c-koo-4-40k.

TW // None.

|°ᴛᴀɢ ʟɪꜱᴛ ᴀᴘᴘʟɪᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ°| |°ɪᴄʜᴏʀ’ꜱ ᴀᴏ3°| |°𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕃𝕚𝕤𝕥°| • {Chapter V} • {Chapter VII}

The last doctor visit had you on edge for a while. You didn’t feel like you wanted to risk stepping outside of your own home, but you knew you had to. You had to provide for your little marines as well as yourself, and the household. Which you have plans on moving out of. You had no intention to stay with Sharon any longer when she brings random people into the home. Especially not with the little marines. You were not having your head on a pike for that.

So, you braved yourself. You took a deep breath with your marines in hand and exited the home; briskly walking out to your car. Intent to make it to the grocery store and buy some food and maybe some necessities for the house as you had gone low in stock after camping out in the house for a few days. Only going out for work. The paranoia of that Dr. Ryker seeming, maybe watching you getting to you.

I mean, how could he be so accurate in asking if you had any troubles at home? If you had any bad relationships, roommates? That is what throws you off more when you think about it over and over again.

How did he possibly know you had a roommate?

Not only that, but the way he talked about the little marines. His tone was not one of interest or a person willing to help. It was almost like he wasn’t even trying to sound like a doctor. Well, with you anyway. You can just feel, sense that he acts differently with other people like a sixth sense.

So, why you? Why were you any different? Why were you getting the… weird hate of that doctor? Is it because you had the little marines with you? Was it because you can tell he has this weird interest in you? Perhaps… he had an interest in you beforehand? Before you had even met the doctor.

Now that, sends a shiver down your spine. Your hands tightening around the wheel of your vehicle. What if the doctor had an interest in you beforehand and wanted to get up and close with you like a serial killer? You certainly haven’t seen that man around town before… it could be a logical overthinking, or you just really needed to stop watching those crime shows with your little marines…

You sigh to yourself, thinking that maybe it. Your hands untightening from the wheel to move it around so you can turn into the parking lot of the grocery store. Your eyes carefully watching the mirrors of your vehicle just in case… can never be too careful. Sometimes the gut is always right.

Parking your vehicle in an available spot, you turn off your ignition and look down to your little marines in the front passenger seat. Their forms rather quiet… probably thinking you were bringing them to the apothecary again when you told them you were going to the grocery store, and you were not going alone. You honestly and somehow feel safe enough with the little guys despite their very, very small presence. You wanted them to be at least your senses where you can’t well… sense as well as they could. You wanted to feel safe as your paranoia had gone through the roof since the time at the doctors.

It seems as if you were more affected than your marines were, and they definitely picked up on it.

They questioned you from the start: when you have driven home from the apothecary. Your eyes were always looking up and at the side mirrors, your hands tightening around the wheel like some… stress ball. Even at home you were… afraid, they had pronounced it. You were more jumpy than usual; you didn’t leave the house. Even if Sharon brought over her one-night stands and screeched like a Xenos. You refused to leave, but you also refused to let them down. You were… sacrificing yourself, in a way, for them. Powering through your paranoia for them so they could rest peacefully through those awful one-night stands: Using your body, blankets, anything you could find to help them. Bringing them rather delicious (a bit low-quality) foods to them first before you ate yourself. Always being by their side even when you don't need to be… of course they notice it. How could they not? Saveth tried to repay you by hunting down one of those spiders in the vents. (Which you were not very thrilled about.)

You sigh again, moving to gently pick up the marines and bringing them up to your shoulders as they find their spots. Not once fighting over a peculiar spot like they usually do. They simply watch and softly chirp at one another, trailing your movements and body language down to one another as you move well… anywhere. Including getting out of your vehicle. Chirps and low rumbles coming from them, communicating to one another about how you twist and turn a lot, looking for a threat that isn’t even there before you lock the doors of your vehicle twice. A third time when you walk a few paces away; closer to the store. (That was truthfully not the Apothecary.)

The grocery store sliding doors open up, revealing the entrance of the store with the classic shopping carts and baskets. The scent of fresh baked bread and dust greeting your sense of smell as you walk in. Your hand swiftly gathering up a basket as you didn’t plan to stock the house if there were just going to be some random, untrustworthy people that would just eat it when they look like they can afford a meal themselves. A meal that would be way more expensive than yours.

You, however, feel a bit more comfortable within a disclosed place with cameras. You were less tense than out in the open where your vehicle is as there weren't many people out on this gray, cloudy day. Although, it didn’t compare to the safety of your home. Where you knew where everything was just in case someone would try to test you of your resolve in your own home: a ground you know well of.

Walking down one of the isles randomly because you really didn’t know what to cook… (or you just didn’t want to go back into the vulnerable open.) your eyes catch the labeling of some good priced white rice. Your hands extending for it as you look at its contents before putting it in your basket and moving on. Perhaps you can make some stir-fry? A fajitas chicken bowl? Or maybe you can just do a classic cheese sandwich and tomato soup? Or a baked potato with some meat on top? The possibilities are endless, but the classics always bring you right back in.

Going to the meat selection, you spot an… Alpha legionnaire looking down at the meat, but you pay them no mind. Any being has the right to stare down at the meat like they just want to eat it raw, then and there… You do, however, give them a slight nod when they look over and notice you, the Adeptus Astartes always so alert of their surroundings, and perhaps staring at you enough to make you a bit uncomfortable before they turn and simply leave, never getting anything on their way out.

It was a weird experience, but nothing like with the doctor. You would prefer to be stared down by an Adeptus Astartes then be paranoid of a doctor at this point. It just might be a safer option.

Looking down at the meat yourself. You can’t decide if you wanted to do beef or chicken with your stir-fry, or maybe just go for a vegan option as some of the fruits and vegetables were on sale… for a good price too. Strawberries covering chocolate sounded really good…

Damn, why was figuring out what to eat so hard?

“What about you?” You suddenly ask your little marines, pointing at some chicken in packaging. Wanting their opinion because you couldn’t choose what you would like to eat as they eat what you eat. “Chicken or beef?”

At first, the marines were a bit confused on what you were asking them. Looking at each other before they realized what you were asking them. Their tiny forms perking up and chittering up at you, giving their own inaudible response. Pointing down at the meats they would want or try before scowling at one another for choosing the different thing.

“Calm down, calm down…” You quietly sigh as if you’re some tired mother with their children. Moving your hand up to pat the one that causes the most ruckus, and not because they were arguing. Which ends up being Saveth because you can feel how his claws prick at your fingers. They are lighter than Sarvaks’ as his “attacks” are deeper, brutal; punishing if he were bigger. Scarab feels like he kinda hesitates to touch your skin, and Atheloca feels dull, but leaves a strange ache after he touches you. Not like a burning or hot sensation, just… weird one. It does go away after an hour or two.

Saveth hisses lightly at you when you do pat him, disliking of you pinning the blame on him, but he doesn’t really… reject you either. He can sense your fear, your paranoia: all of them can, but the tiny Night Lord is more prone to it, and he doesn’t like it. That he’s not the source. Not like he would want to scare you. Maybe give a loving spook here and there, but this is different. He— they don’t like how vulnerable it’s making you feel. That you don’t feel protected.

“Oh, hush you.” You huff at the small, hissing Night Lord, grasping him a little and shaking him. All while making sure you're being gentle; you didn’t want no broken fingers and have your shards of bone being used as some decoration… “You know you’re the most troublesome.”

Oh, he sure does. So, to enhance his status he grasps at your fingers and holds onto them tightly. Not enough to cut the blood flow, but enough to make you know that you’re going to have to work for your own fingers to use them again. To even move your hand away from him or else he would just dangle from them.

You jump when someone calls your name however, your fingers giving a strong twitch that Saveth hisses at you again for. Practically telling you to stop such foolish squirming, he is loving grasping your fingers. Stop tensing too, you're doing that too much…

“My! I haven’t seen you in a while!” A familiar, feminine voice greats you while you turn stiffly to see who just gave you the jump scare of your life. Your eyes landing on a lady with hazel eyes, long light brown hair, bracelets on her wrists…

Ah, she was the receptionist from the apothecaries. A woman you believe you can trust as she gave a vibe of… innocence? Around her? Or was it a strong sense of protection? Either way, you have a feeling you would like this lady out of the workspace or in.

“How are the little ones doing?” She asks, cooing and keeping her distance as she spots a few of them on your shoulder: Atheloca and Scarab. Her pointer finger wiggling at them.

“They are… doing well.” You respond quietly, your eyes looking behind the lady. Spotting an always towering Salamander looking over the isles, its red visor landing in your area before ever casually making their way over.

“They do look well.” She returns, straightening herself up. Her hands going to her hips, making the bracelets on her wrist jingle. The big Salamander stepped in behind her, looking down at the tiny group. More specifically the little marines on your shoulders, his helmet tilting slightly. “I did not know you were in town, haven’t seen you at all.”

“I’ve been… camping out at home.” You answer back as honestly as you can, you didn’t want to say you were afraid of coming out of your own home just because you were paranoid. That was like saying you were afraid of your own shadow. “Roommate can be a bit… messy. Plus, little marines? Didn’t want anything bad happening to them.”

“Camping out at your home is… not healthy you know. I hope you have been getting out.” She states rather than questioning you, tilting her head slightly. Folding her arms while you can feel the tiny weight of Saveths body come off from holding your hand as one of the marines climb up to the top of your head, probably getting a good look at the Salamander that dares to come close.

“For work purposes and when I need a simple walk around the block, yes.” You say, nodding your head slightly. Hearing how whoever is on the top of your head (probably Saveth or Sarvak) hissing up at the Salamander who deeply rumbles amusingly in return, gaining the attention of the woman.

“Ah! Right, this is my Salamander.” She exclaims, gesturing to the Salamander behind her. The helmet of the Salamander looking down at her before looking back at you which you give a nod of a greeting. “Battle-brother, Mosei.”

“Hello.” You greet verbally, nodding slightly again at the Salamander, mentally making sure the little marine on your head doesn’t fall off. Though, now you know your suspicions were right when you entered the apothecary’s building and assumed she was bonded to a Salamander with how her wrists were decorated. Makes you question if there were other suspicions you were right on…

“Also, where are my manners?” She gasps out, realizing something. Her own hand extending out for you to take. “Apologies, my name is Mya.”

You blink, staring at her hand for a second before taking it, giving it a gentle shake. Also giving your name, even if she probably knows it considering she had files of the marines and expected you to come in when you had brought them into the apothecary. Though, it was still good manners to give your name because, maybe, they didn’t read your name but just your file?

A little growl comes up from the top of your head, sounding like a frustrated, angry squeak. Tiny weight shifting on top of your head and you're almost amused by it yourself. Your hand coming up to gently grasp at whoever dares to challenge a non-threat clearly bigger: Mosei, who thankfully, is a Salamander and is just as amused more than anything. His green helmet tilting in all directions; downward at the mini marines.

“Feisty little things, huh?” Mya coos again, wiggling her fingers at them. Completely enamored with their tiny anger while you bring down your hand: grasped with a mini marine from the top of your head. Figuring out that it was Sarvak being huffy and puffy which honestly was no surprise to you. He was a bit… territorial.

“Yeah, but they mean… good.” You mumble, feeling how the mighty Sarvak wiggles in your hand, wanting to be free from your confining grasp. He just wants to defend you, dammit!

“I’m sure they do.” She hums, nodding before turning back to Mosei. Straightening up her back. “Can we have some mini marines?”

The Salamander seems to freeze up at her request, his own armored form straightening up. Nothing but a quiet breath coming out of Mosei. Did he perhaps mistake what she was asking of him?

“Ah, don’t worry about it.” Mya brushed off her ask quickly, dismissing her words with a hand. Turning her attention back to you. “A little marine like these ones would be a rarity as your guys are not supposed to be this size. Would you like my number?”

You blink again. You, yourself, registering what she has asked of you before you slowly nod. Why not have her number? Maybe you can get some good tips and prices from her? Maybe you can ask what to avoid in the apothecary’s when the time comes? Also, to have her as a friend when… Sharon wasn’t really your friend.

Mya nods back at you, turning around in her spot. Trying to figure out how she actually would give you her number while your attention goes down to the tiny World Eater in your grasp, chirping and hissing up at you. Trying to use all the tactics he knows to get out of your grasp and have at it at the Salamander. Throwing his tiny form about, hissing at Mosei too. No doubt cursing at him in their lil’ own language.

Mosei: amused, only rumbles a laugh at the red, mini marine, angering the little guy further as you have to grasp him a bit more tightly to keep him from launching at the Salamander. Your hand moving closer to your chest to keep him pinned there, close to you. Calming him just a bit, your scent washing over him while he reduces to grumbles and mumbles, clutching at your hand. One day, he will be able to challenge whoever he deems to deceive you without you interfering.

“Here you go.” Mya gains your attention once more, her hand extending to you with a card between her fingers. “I have forgotten they give us a business card to show people and Astartes alike, but I have written my home phone on the back of it.”

“Oh, thank you.” Extending your own, free hand (nought of a grumpy World Eater. Though, with a basket in the crook of your elbow.) You take the card the best you can and flip it with your fingers, liking the bumpy, yet smooth texture of the business card. It was strangely sensational.

“No problem!” She says with glee, perking up in her spot. “You can call me whenever! Even if you need help with the little marines.”

Nodding at her offer, you keep the business card in hand, not wanting it to slip out of your basket. Watching how she turns back at Mosei, making sure that he was okay after he hadn’t moved for a while, and you took that as your que to go back to shopping. Needing to get stuff before it gets dark as you didn’t feel exactly keen on driving back home at night. Not only that but your paranoia…

Quickly looking around the grocery store for more ingredients for a stir-fry, baked potato and a cheese sandwich (the options being indecisive.) The mini marines slowly settle themselves once more while you figured you could hide your tiny bit of stock for a bit of the week. You really didn’t want to come back within the week, if you could, to get anything more. That feels like you were just pushing your luck.

Picking up a block of real cheese as your final purchase. You head over to the cashier, standing in line for a second before checking yourself out, paying for your groceries and swiftly heading out into the parking lot. Using both of your hands to hold your bags while the little marines keep themselves sat on your shoulders and collarbone.

The growing cold of the night bites at the layers of your clothing while you walk out. The gray skies turning a bit darker, showing you the day was slowly coming to an end for a tomorrow to rise. Your warm breath creating a slight cloud, and you briefly wonder if the winter was coming before the hairs on your neck rise. Your form just stopping at the trunk of your vehicle. Your heartbeat picking up.

Do you dare to look around? Do you risk it? Should you just simply put in the groceries as if no one was watching you? No, you need to look around. Not for the safety of you, but the safety of the marines.

So, you look up. Your head turning in all directions as you scan every horizon around you. Not caring if your fingers ache while you hold the bags… You needed that confirmation that you were not being followed.

However, you find nothing but yourself, and it feels like you were just having some horrible dream: a nightmare. It feels as if you were getting sucked in a spat out of something full and made of fear, anxiety. You’re not sure for how long you can continue to ignore your gut…

Though, you continue on. Breathing out with a slow exhale then inhale. Putting a bag of groceries on the ground of the parking lot so you can open the trunk of your vehicle and put the rest of the groceries inside before putting the bag you disregarded in the vehicle too. Your form briskly walking to the drivers’ seat of your vehicle, entering it, taking a seat, closing the door and locking it the whole vehicle, twice.

Perhaps, you were just tired? You haven’t been sleeping very well either… Yeah, that has to be it… You were just tired.

You were just tired.

[ellieslittleslutt]

Girl Next Door .* :･ ｡ﾟ (part 2)

MEN AND MINORS DNI!!!

pairings: closed off!ellie x reader

you had just moved to the city to start your new life of music in non other than New york city but there are other things calling

cw: sweating, drinking, ellie being kinda a dick in the beginning, sub!ellie, dom!reader, oral and fingering (e receiving), lower case intended, i think that’s it i’m not sure.

a/n: got the motivation to do this so randomly so if it doesn’t make sense that’s probably because i was barely conscious doing this. sorry for the typos :(

wc 2k

not proofread

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

just woke you next to ellie. how did this happen!? gosh you don’t even remember how this happened, one minute you were hanging with her and the next your in her lap moaning.

you looked back at ellie. her face is so much softer when she’s asleep, so much more vulnerable. she was curled up under the blanket arm hung around you.

you almost felt bad for even considering leaving.

slowly shifting back down into bed, you pulled her back ontop of you closer to you rubbing her back as you watched her sleep.

when ellie woke up that was a different story. she immediately sat up pushing herself away from you staring at you just confused and scared kind of. ”what the fuck?” she asks not even knowing what to say.

sitting up slowly you reach for your shirt pulling it back ontop trying to reason with her “we just got drunk and hooked up” you tell her.

“yeah got that much i’m not fucking dumb get out.” she spat at you not jeeping her gaurd down. “jesus dude you could be nicer…” you muttered. she shot a glare at you “this is my apartment i do whatever i fucking want”

she kept staring at you her face stern but also nervous and kinda scared. she kept an eye on you until you were out the door and left.

since that night you haven’t heard from her or seen her in the shop anymore. when you would bump into eachother she’d keep her head down and walk past you.

honestly you had no fucking clue what you did to her to be treated like this so naturally you went to dina.

you asked her to meet up for a coffee to talk. you met eachother at a coffee shop between both your apartments.

once you got your coffees and sat down she already knew what you wanted to talk about “this is about ellie right?” she asks. take. aback that she already knows about it you nod “y-yeah..”

“her leaving you in the dust, ignoring you, pretending like you’re not there?” dina says more in a matter-of-fact tone. “yeah wait how did you know?” “she does this to every hook up.” ouch okay. you frowned sipping your coffee and dina speaks up again “look ellie isn’t one for getting attached but with you it’s different. i say the way she looks at your through the music shop windows, and the way she talks about you. she likes you but you can’t push her. if you try she’ll just push you away more”

“so what do i do?” you ask confused. she shrugs and leans back “be patient with her?” right. helpful.

after you guys finished catching up and talking about your music career and stuff you both made plans for the group to meet up at a bar.

while walking to work you saw outside a bar in the door that they were looking for singers to preform. you immediately went inside going to the closest bar tender. “hey i saw you were looking for someone to sing tomorrow ?” you say with a polite voice. the bartender looks up at you nodding “mhm you interested?” he asks you while pouring a drink for a customer.

“yeah i’d love to” you smile. “come by tomorrow and we’ll get you set up.”

once you left you immediately told dina about it, sending a photo of the flyer telling her that you all can meet up there tomorrow “YES OMG THATS SO COOL ILL TELL JESSE” dina texts back.

once you got to work you started helping some customers with picking out a guitar and some strings and helping some guy with his record player.

it was a pretty chill day when ellie came in looking very hesitant about it. she second she saw you she looked down walking towards the counter. you were leaning against the counter looking at her “hey” you mumbled and she mumbled a smal “hi” back.

she looked around nervously and had her guitar case next to her “i uhm.. wanted to get the guitar strings replaced and i honestly don’t know how to do it myself and i heard the prices here are good” she looked nervous like a little kid giving a presentation.

“yeah of course i can get that situated for you” you smile softly at her remembering what dina said. patience.. be patient.

you took her over to where you kept the strings and she got the ones you suggested clearly not knowing what to do, joel always did this for her. you sat down with her and started changing them.

“uh dina told me you’re preforming at the bar tomorrow?” ellie asks trying to break the silence and you nod “yeah you coming?” you ask looking up at her. “mhm.. i’ll be there” she said staring at her shoes. you smile at her and go back to her guitar

once you were done she payed and tested them out a bit before putting her guitar in the case “thanks” she mumbled and then walked away.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

the next day you were getting ready putting on your nicest outfit trying to look effortless but still nice. you pulled on your shoes and grabbed your guitar case going over to the bar texting the group chat dina made telling them you’re on your way.

you stepped into the bar and spotted them at a booth and walked over to them. ellie was sitting on the wall side playing with a napkin folding it around with no end goal. she had a glass of whiskey by her. dressed in a flannel and some jeans her forearm tattoo prominent. she glanced up at you looking you up and down holding back a small smile.

dina hugged you and jesse said a quick hi and you sat down dina handing you a beer. “so you’re preforming? what song?” dina asks with a smile and you chuckle “not telling” you tease.

when it got to your turn to preform you set up sitting on the stool and start plucking at the strings of your guitar.

“chilled in kitchen of a city tomb

the light would flicker like a violet moon

the night was thicker than a smoke fume

eliza waited in her room”

heads slowly lifted from conversation to look at you singing including ellie.

“ben he loved her like he loved no one

the way she laughed and held a smoking gun

the way she always said what’s done is done”

ellie watched you intently, watching how delicate you plucked the strings of your guitar and tapped your foot counting beat. listened to the soft way you sang.

“but he is not the only one”

singing that line you looked over at ellie making eye contact with her singing those lines to her before looking back out at the other people.

“love is a gentle thing, yours is thicker than a velvet ring

“yours is thicker than a velvet ring”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

once you got off the stage you went back to the booth dina jumping up “you did so good! oh my god that was amazing!” she said and you laughed. looking over at ellie she had her head down staring her drink. you noticed how she looked a bit embarrassed and you decided to get up going to the bathroom tapping ellie’s shoe to signal for her to follow.

when you got there you locked the door leaning against the sink folding your arms “you okay?” you ask her as she played with her pinky and ring finger. and she just hums looking around on the floor. “you can talk to me” you say tilting your head.

“i’m sorry for ghosting you after hooking up… i was being a dick to you and you didn’t deserve it…” she mumbled quietly “and kicking you out yelling at you we were drunk and did hooked up that wasn’t your fault…” she added. your eyes softened seeing how vulnerable she is and you pushed yourself off the counter getting closer “it’s okay” you say softly with a smile and she shakes her head “but i was really mean and i really like you”. you look at her not knowing wether to confess or if it was a joke. fuck it why not. “i like you too ellie so much” you grab one of her hands still not looking up at you

“but there’s all those other girls and what if you don’t trust me?” she asks and you sigh tilting her head up to look at you. “i trust you okay? even if you’re scared of relationships and what not i’ll be here…” you say softly cupping her cheek.

she smiles looking at you, you faces close together “i really wanna kiss you” she mumbles “do it” you say and she smiles even wider leaning in to kiss you.

it was a slow kiss. she really meant it not like before on the fire escape. you smile against her lips cupping her cheek and push her against the wall making the kiss deep your tongue poking through. kissing against her jaw line and neck she sighs softly letting her head fall back “wanna make you feel good yeah?” you mumbled against her neck and she just nodded.

you unbuttoned her flannel showing off her tits and you smile seeing she’s not wearing a bra glancing back at her her face red “what they’re uncomfortable” she mumbles. you chuckle softly and kiss down her body unbuckling her belt letting them drop to the bathroom floor, looking up at her as you get down on your knees “gonna be quiet for me yeah?” you ask your hands going up her thighs resting under her boxers.

she nods biting her lip hand tangling in your hair “yeah” she says breathily. pressing along her happy trail you pull her boxers down a line of her own wetness connecting her to them.

“excited?” you ask nipping her inner things and all she responds with is a breathy moan. you kissing along her slit running your tongue in it and she jerks slightly already sensitive.

you part her folds and latch onto her clit running your tongue around the bud while she tries so hard not to moan as loud as she can.

bringing your hand up on her thigh you slowly push a finger into her and she puts her hand over her mouth eyes fluttering as you pump them in her.

“been thinking about this?” you ask against her clit. “mhm… fuck every night” she mumbles panting a bit.

pushing one more finger into curling them up she covers her mouth to let out a deep moan of your name and you could tel she was getting close by how tight she was getting “gonna need my fingers baby” you chuckle.

she grips your hair thighs trembling as she struggles to stay up and her orgasm washes over her as she rides out the waves. once you know she’s done you stand back up wiping your fingers on your pants and kiss her cheek while she catches her breath.

“fucking amazing” you say against her skin and she smiles “does this mean you’re my girlfriend?” she asks in the dorkiest way “definitely” you reply and kiss her softly “you’re so cute” you chuckle brushing her hair back.

when you got her dressed again and went out to dina and jesse dina having a knowing smile as she looked you guys up and down. “had fun?” she asks sipping her drink with a smirk and you guys don’t answer and just shrug before grabbing your guitar case and ellie’s bag.

“we’re gonna head home now going to bed early” ellie tells them and dina chuckles “mhm have fun”

it was going to be a long night.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

idk if the timeline is good or not so please lmk (i do cry to criticism). anyway here’s part two idk if i can make a part three but if you have an idea for it please tell me.

[thedevilsoftruth]

♡-Sea of Sin-♡

Gyomei Himejima x F! reader

After a long night of Gyomei blessing you with overstimulation with just his tongue and fingers, you finally ask him for his cock and catch him off gaurd by a request to not go easy on you.

Warning: Smut!!! Pwp? Unprotected sex, overstimulation, piv, oral and vaginal fingering ( f ) not beta read, sorry!

Song recommended: Sea of Sin by Depeche Mode

Minors dni! I am not responsible for what you find on the internet.

Gentle, large hands were grasping your shaking thighs, holding them wide open as your husband drank the honey from your hive.

He'd been going for hours. How many times had you come? Neither of you knew, but what you did know is that your husband had been satisfying you in ways you could never imagine. Your tiny fingers were curled in his short, black hair, encouraging him to go harder. And harder he did, his three thick fingers pumping in and out of your well-used cunt as he sucked at your oversensitive clit.

A loud, lewd mewl left your mouth as he curled his fingers against your g-spot. He hummed against your clit, sending shockwaves of ecstasy to shake through your body. Your back arched off the futon you shared and your eyes fluttered shut.

" Gyo... fuck! D-dont stop, baby. "

" Don't plan in it. "

His tongue swiped up and down your dripping folds, his thick fingers stretching you open, preparing you for his cock. He sucked at your tiny clit, and you moaned loudly, a chant of his name leaving your puffy lips like a fucking prayer. His fingers prodded and curled against that special spot he knew you needed him most repeatedly, your legs shaking in his strong hands as he drove you near that edge of ecstasy. You couldn't stop moaning, and you clung onto his hair for support as he feasted on you like a starved man.

" That's right, angel. Let me hear you. "

His words, soft and gentle and oh so encouraging, sent you right off the edge, and you came onto his fingers. Hot liquid dripped down your cunt, coating his fingers which he was still pumping into you to help you ride out your orgasm. After a few moments, he withdrew his fingers and lapped his greedy tongue against your cum-coated cunt.

" So good, "

You could feel him moaning against your sweet pussy, eating at you once more like he had been doing once more. And now, he finally felt that you were ready for his cock. He rose his head up, his hair disheveled, and his chin glistening with your essence. He leaned down to capture your lips in a hungry kiss, letting you taste yourself on his lips.

" Darling, may I make love to you? "

His voice was so sweet, so innocent despite everything he was doing to you. You whispered a soft yes, granting him your consent. He urgently, almost immediately started taking off his belt the second he heard your words. The sight was amazing. Your tall, muscular husband sitting upright as he straddled your waist, taking his white belt out of the loops of his pants. He wasted no time stripping himself of his clothes completely.

He made his way back up to your face, kissing you gently as the thick head of his cock prodded against your entrance. Your fingers clawed at his shoulders as he slowly, painfully entered you.

" My love, " he grunted. " I don't think I can be gentle tonight. "

You winced at the slight sting of your cunt being stretched wide, your face scrunching up in pain as he sank into you. You looked at him and placed your hand on his cheek, a low hiss leaving your lips.

" What... what if I didn't want you to be gentle? "

His mouth fell open. His heart skipped a beat, and his eyebrows raised in shock.

" My love, what if-- "

" I can take it! "

You were so desperate. Tonight had been different. Usually, you like going slow and sensual, but the way he had you severely overstimulated arose something inside you that wanted to try something different. Gyomei would normally reject you here, but he had been so caught off guard by your words that he wanted nothing more than to give you exactly what you wanted. After all, what kind of husband was he if he couldn't satisfy his wife in bed?

So, he smiled and he nodded his head.

" If that is what you wish, I am happy to oblige. "

And no words would describe how sinfully good the sensations of his cock being fully settled into you felt. Sure, it hurt, but after so many years of making love with him, it was a good kind of hurt. Especially in the scenario where there was no line between pain and pleasure. And your sweet cunt was so sensitive that any slight movement of his cock was able to send you spiraling.

He paused for a moment, allowing you to get used to his size before he slowly started rolling his hips against yours. Soft moans were already coming out of you, despite how small his movements were.

" Does that feel good, dear? "

Oh, his voice made your pussy fucking flutter. The way he was smiling at you, the softness of his voice, the feel of his cock inside you--it was all too much for you to bare. You wrapped your legs around his hips, bringing him deeper into you. The both of you moaned, and he braced his arms on either aide of your face, curling his fists into the sheets. He picked up the pace once he was confident he had you in a comfortable spot, his hips snapping against yours, his ears picking up on your soft, sweet noises.

He was giving you that smug look again, and he leaned his head down to burry into your neck. His lips grazed and pecked at the nape of your neck. His large hand trailed up to cup your breast fully, and you moaned loudly.

" I'll take that as a yes. How about I help escalate it, hmm? "

He grunted, pulling out fully only to just slam back in. And yes, it hurt. But he knew you could take it. He felt a little wrong for doing it, but how could he possibly feel bad when all of it felt so right? And you were fucking loving it, clawing at his shoulders and moaning his name loudly, your tight pussy clenching onto him for dear life.

If only he could see the sight before him. His lovely wife sweaty and needy as she clung onto him, her eyes rolling back and her puffy lips parting as her beautiful voice moaned his name.

But he could feel it, and oh, did he love it. He was convinced that nothing in the world could match up to the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of your warm slick. It only motivated him to give you the finest of satisfaction. So, he reached between your spread legs, and he pressed his thumb against your clit, the same way he had before. You cried out in pure euphoria, your legs shaking around his wide, thick hips.

His hungry lips pressed a trailed of hot, wet kisses from your neck to your jaw. He made his way up to your puffy lips and captured them in a passionate kiss. You felt like you couldn't breathe, your body consumed in pure ecstasy as he gave you exactly what he knew you needed.

He rolled his calloused thumb against your overstimulated, swollen clit in harsh circles, making you gasp against his lips and dig your nails further into his skin. His name left your lips like a prayer, and a small smile crept upon his mouth, his eyes fluttering shut and his cock burying deep into you, so deep until it hit that special spot inside you that he knew would drive you mad. You screeched out, your back arching off the futon and your hips bucking towards him.

" G-gy--o-oo-mei... Right there, yes, fuck. "

You were right on the edge of oblivion, and he had taken your desperate pleas as encouragement to go faster. His cock repeatedly kissed that special part of you, sliding in and out of you at a pace that he rarely fucked you at.

It was all too much for you, and he could tell you were getting towards your painful breaking point. He kissed your lips and intertwined his fingers with yours.

" Breathe, " He reminded.

" You're taking me so well. You're so close, I can feel it. C'mon angel. "

He was panting, but that smile that you loved so much never left his handsome face. Suddenly, he got a devious idea. He parted your legs further, and, in one singular swift move, he lifted your legs above his shoulders. You gasped at the sudden move, and his cock slid, painfully against your cervix.

You scratched at his forearms, your nails digging so deep into his skin that you were sure you would draw blood. He began to get worried.

" Is it too much, angel? We can stop at any moment. "

" I know, I know. But please don't stop, I'm almost there. "

Who was he to deny you?

" As you wish, my dear. "

He let his thumb press against your clit again, his cock working in unison to help you reach your peak. And he was feeling it too, that familiar sensation building up in his abdomen. He began to lose control, and his thick eyebrows furrowed in concentration as he fucked you into oblivion.

You both were panting uncontrollably, and a bead of sweat rolled down Gyomeis handsome pale face. He huffed out, you moaned, and he drove in and out of you harshly and quickly. In, and out. In, out.

" Darling, I'm about--to c-cum. Tell me, where can I? "

He was breathless. And you, you were gasping for air and begging for release.

" Inside. Please. "

It only took a few more thrusts of his hips and a few more strokes to your clit until you both came shattering down.

It was a rare moment. For both of you to release at the same time, and for Gyomei to finally be not constantly worrying about hurting you, was not something that happened at all.

Ropes of hot cum flooded your senses, and spurts of your own would drip down onto his greedy cock. He let your legs down so you could relax, and he kissed you deeply, keeping his cock buried deep inside you.

His muscular chest heaved up and down, and you wrapped your arms around his sweaty neck.

" I am sorry if I hurt you at all during that. How do you feel? " he asked once your lips departed and you were able to catch your breath. He ran his large thumb over your soft, hot cheek. You smiled.

" I haven't felt this great in a long time. Thank you, my love. "

The rest of the night would be spent with his hands giving you an amazing massage you so desperately needed after a long night of being tangled in his arms. He would occasionally whisper sweet nothings to you and would praise you for how well you took him. Just like he always did.

[prettyinpink69]

◆Nighttime kisses◆

Sevika×femme!reader

Word count: 1k, it was supposed to be short but... oh well

Smut MDNI

This could very well be absolutely terrible but I hope its not awful.. enjoy

Ever since you and sevika had adopted your daughter life had been great. Seeing Sevika run around with the little ball of energy so innocently, almost forgetting not more than a year ago she was still a 'murder-machine' for Silco. Luckily Silco wasn't completely cold-hearted and had granted Sevika time off work as a subtle hint of gratitude for her loyalty over the years.

You sat on a beaten down sun lounger on the roof of the apartment, the burning warmth if the sun hitting you pale skin. Watching as Sevika was chasing your daughter around pretending to be the 'big bad monster'. All that could be heard were giggles from the little one and the occasional growl from sevika along with a lot of heavy breathing. Even from yourself. You hadn't admitted it to Sevika but seeing her gaurd lowered as she became more comfortable with being a mother just did something to you, everytime she kissed your daughter on the nose or tucked her into bed... it made your stomach do twists which felt nice alongside the throbbing between your legs.

One thing neither of you had really thought about was just how little alone time you'd have together making your more intimate moments spread out super thin. Your lucky if you two got down to business more than once a week- which considering it was Sevika it practically felt like a year.

As you were lost in thought, watching your two girls run around the sun started to set. Your awakened from your daydream by Sevika. "Sweetheart? Its time to put this little rascal to bed." She said as she held your daughter in her arms, already half asleep. "Yeah.. yeah okay im coming baby." You follow her back down to the apartment and into your daughters room. You watch as she dresses your daughter into her favourite pyjamas- frozen of course. Both you and Sevika sit down on either side of the small girls bed as you tuck her in.

"Night mommy, night mama..." your daughters small voice calls out before her head hits the pillow and she practically falls asleep straight away. Not that either you or Sevika are complaining of course- that means no reading shitty children's books tonight. You watch as Sevika leans down to press a kiss to the little girls forehead and muttering, "sweet dreams babygirl, I love you." And there it was again, the throbbing ache between your legs. You need Sevika and you need her now. "Come on Sevi..." you whisper to avoiding waking the sleeping little one just feet away. As the two of you silently move out of the room, Sevika switches the light off and closes the door. She proceeds to follow you to the couch where you flop down so hard the couch almost moves. Your pent-up frustration starting to show.

Sevika being Sevika notices right away, you lived and hated the fact that she was amazing at reading people. "Come here." Sevika says as she pats her lap. Her tone was gentle but you knew it was a command. Seconds later you find yourself straddled over her muscly thighs, the heat pooling between your legs is almost unbearable. "Needy tonight hm? Whats gotten you so worked up?" She chuckles at how quick you moved. That damn mocking tone causing you to grind your cunt right against her leg. "Seeing you be so... motherly i-" This earns you a chuckle from Sevika, but before she can tease you any further a whimper slips from your lips. "Vika' please..." It comes out almost to breathy for your liking but the thoughts swimming around your mind block out any sense of embarrassment. Another talent Sevika had was knowing when to tease you and when you give you what you need, she could almost feel the need seeping out of you- she could definitely the wetness seeping through your panties onto her short-clad bare thigh.

Her teasing, commanding tone dropped once she heard how pathetically desperate you were for her, was being a mother making her soft? Maybe. "Let me take care of you sweetheart its okay, ive got you..." She grabs the hem of you dress and pushes it up and stuffs it into the underside of your bra, making sure it stays out of her way. "Sevi ple-" your cut off by her hand slipping into your white, arousal coated thong. The moan that escapes your lips is embarrassingly loud for such a simple touch, yet you felt touch-starved and this... this was heaven. Your manicured nails which were overdue an infill dig into the rough muscles of her shoulder as her calloused fingers collect your slick from you lips. Her two fingers expertly circle your clit and you feel like your on fire, your hips bucking against her hand as moan after moan falls from your lips. Sevika makes no move to hold you still or keep you quiet, she knew how bad you needed this from the way you were grinding down on her hand like you'd die if you didn't cum in the next minute.

Her two large fingers gently squeeze your clit sending shockwaves of pleasure from your core to your brain. Your head falls forward to rest on her shoulder as you hump her hand like a dog in heat. "Fuck- sev please dont stop I'm gonna-" your own moan cuts you off as Sevika moves her attention away from your clit and stuffs the two fingers into your cunt. You bite down on her shoulder to somewhat try and keep the noise to a minimum considering your daughter is asleep two rooms over. "Shh sweatheart, let go for me... your doing so good for me hm? Good girl.." the small sprinkle of praise sends you over the edge, your cunt clamping around her fingers, as if they're sucking them in. You muffle ypur moans into her shoulder as you cum, your slick wetness just covering her hand and thigh, your own thighs not looking any better. Her movements slow and slow as you ride it out until she removes her fingers, bringing them to lips to suck them clean. "Taste so sweet baby... just like honey"

"Vika'... n-need more..." your plea's for more only earns you a deep, low chuckle from Sevika. She grips the back of your thighs and effortlessly lifts you in her arms. "You didn’t seriously think i was done with you yet did you baby?.." and that was when you knew... she's gonna make sure you never feel this pent up again...

[solar4seekstron]

I Wasn’t Offering 2

Tf1!Sentinel Prime x Model!GN!Cogged!Cybertronian!Reader Oneshot

Part 1

Content: 16+

Introduction Movie Oneshot Masterlist

TW//Tags: Implied noncon, depression, toxic relationship, reader is tired, forced relationship, I think that’s all.

It’s been…A while as you stayed with Sentinel since that night. You still did your work with modeling. And sadly. You couldn’t go see your little mining friends for a good while.

With his gaurds supervising you as you made your way to different studios. Taking photo shoots. Helping with campaigns and so forth. Everytime you would return to the tower. You’d have to deal with Sentinel always wrapping his arms around your waist and always keeping you close when others are around.

After the day he made you his Conjunx on the first day. He announced to the city of you and his marriage. Letting it pose as if you two were in a secret relationship until you both chose to make it official.

His hologram shown throughout the city with you in his arms.

One around your waist as the cervo rests on your hip. You almost seemed….sad. But you doubt most bots even noticed.

After he made sure to treat you with the most expensive jewelry as he promised. You both spent a very long date night together.

And so in the present time. You were currently resting in one of the sofas in Sentinels luxuries apartment. Just watching the romance dramas that he only lets you watch.

You never gave much mind for such things. After traveling across the city as heading to work out after. You were exhausted from the stress as well. Now it was any minute that Sentinel returns to you. The guards bringing you energon in fancy cups as they stay guard watching over you.

You’d stare down at your drink. Checking at your reflection as you had a grown on your dermas. Slowly closing your optics as you think of that horrible night when he became your Conjunx.

As your dermas touch the glass. Your optics closed. Soon the doors open. Sentinel then snapping his digits causing the guards to leave.

As he made his way over to you he sat next to you. You stay looking down as you set your cup on the coffee table infront of you as the TV continues to play.

You’d soon feel a cervo on your shoulder as Sentinel scoots closer.

”How was your day beautiful?” He whispers as he stared down at you.

You’d softly sigh as you eventually looked at him. His faceplate showing he’s pleased. “I truly toughest you wel..haven’t I?….”

He has….always making sure to put you in your place when you…spoke out at times. You already knew what he wanted and why he’s not laying you in berth yet. So you leaned back. Looking at him as his cervo rests on your waist. And the other on his own thigh.

You turned to look at him. Him wasting no time to rests his dermas on yours and placing the cervo once on his lap on yours.

Gently pulling you close as he wastes no time pressing his tongue against yours.

His kisses always so hungry as he holds your frame against his. You can only rests your cervos on his shoulders as you looked at him. His optics closed as he takes in the moment.

Soon he has your back on the sofa as you laid back. Sentinel ontop. Paying no mind to the jewelry around your helm, neck, and waist as he attacks your neck and chin with kisses.

His panel humping against yours as he moans constantly against your neck. You closed your optics as he did as he wished. You know you can’t do much anyway…

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One day as you were making a dish with energon as the tv played. Sentinel was making his way downstairs. Polished and ready. When he saw you he made sure he was right behind you. Trying to be….romantic in his own way.

The front of his frame against your back. His cervo resting on your waist as he looks down at you.

You’d continue as Sentinel leans down. Gently whispering as he spoke. “You making me some breakfast sweetspark? You must truly love me.”

He’d kiss the side of your neck as he noticed the data pad next to you. He’d pick it up and look over it. It’s your schedule for the day. He hums and nods at times. His other cervo still on your waist.

”Well appears we have some time before we got o with the day. Thank goodness this is the longest day of the week. You’d then turn around to present him with his plate of food.

He’d take it and kissed your forhelm. Then taking you with him to the table as you grabbed your plate. As you both sat down, he rests his cervo on your thigh as he ate and complained over little things.

Eventually you'd hear him patting his lap. You’d hold in a sigh as you stood up stand to sit on his lap. Your cervos on his shoulders as he looked up at you with a smile.

“Come now beautiful smile for me. I only want the best for you.” He’d give your dermas a gentle kiss as he gently rubs his cervos up and down your waist. You could only sigh and force a smile. Luckily you were good at creating fake smiles for pictures. So he easily believed it was real.

Him having his own grin as he pulls you into a gentle kiss. Something very rare when he has you in his arms. As you both sat there.

You both just stayed in each other embrace as he whispered sweet nothings to you in whispers. you could only let him do as he wishes…the only freedom you’ll ever get is when you work….That’s all you’ll know for a very long time after..

Sorry if this isnt as interesting guys I tried my best with what ideas came to mind. I hope you guys enjoyed and if you want another part. Go ahead and put down an idea or ideas you have in the comments or messages. Anyway I hope you guys could still enjoy, as always a repost is appreciated and I’ll see you guys in the next one. Have a good rest of your day!

[scruus]

★̶̲ [ 𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 ]

✎ sub gepard + dom gn reader (cock can be read as strap) notes: feminization, lingerie, overstimulation, praise and a bit of degradation, calling gepard princess; i was so lazy to write anything but here i go again.

“Shit…look at that ass princess”, you groan to gepard, staring at his reflection through the mirror. Your hands groping his plump ass so tightly it would surely leave marks. The blonde haired boy seated on your lap muffles a whimper as he turns to look at himself in the mirror.

The flush on his neck and cheeks start flaring when he notices his position on your lap. The captain of the silvermane gaurds was appearing no less sluttier than a hooker and how this was a blessing for you.

You were seated at the edge of the bed, gepard on your lap, in your dimly lit bedroom.

However it wasn’t the way you two were seated but in actuality, what was gepard wearing, that made the entire situation a hundred times more filthy. Something that made you want to ravish your pretty boy.

He had decided to surprise you by wearing a white and blue lingerie set the night before you both took off for a trip with serval to the underworld for work related issues. And sure as hell, gepard was delighted when he saw the way your eyes lit up upon laying your eyes on him in that attire.

A baby blue transparent lacey bralette which showed off his perky nipples and huge pecs so prettily. They were also in the shape of a butterfly so it looked extremly adorable.

But the thong. Oh goodness the thong. It was satin and so intricately designed but it was barely able to keep his weeping cock in. The raging bulge, which he had tried to hide from you was futile the moment you pulled him onto your lap. Your hands obviously unable to keep to themselves when you saw your lover like this.

His plush bubble butt was making it very difficult to see the line of the thong going down his hole but given the loving pervert you were, you spread his soft cheeks apart and just slightly moved the thin strip of fabric to show off his pink pulsing hole.

“Fuck, look at that princess, your tight hole is looking so greedy”, you grinned to yourself as gepard turned his flushed face away from the mirror and whined in the crook of your neck. He was embarrassed but so badly turned on by your words. They were fucking honey to his ears.

“Its okay gepard, you know how much i love you and fucking that pretty little ass of yours?”, you caressed his back all the while slowly kneading his soft ass because you just god damn can’t keep your hands off of them. It was fucking impossible.

“Uh huh”, he nods shyly, tightly holding on to you and slowly grinding on your crotch, unconsciously. The way you were touching him. The soft massages, the dirty whispers, the lust in your voice, it was making his hard dick throb and his hole clench like anything.

Why did his damn sister have to come tomorrow?! It was the only day he was getting free and he had planned to spend the entire day with you!

But it doesn’t matter now, because he will be getting dicked down by you tonight, no matter what! He needs it or the lord so help him tomorrow.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・･.・゜*: ﾟ✧*:･・゜゜・・

Loud, whorish moans filled the room while hips slapped against each other. Gepard’s face was all flushed and red. The pearly tears running down his face and his swollen bruised lips further intensified the ruined look.

Hands flinging on to scratch at the pillows he was laid upon, he feared he may rip them open but who cares now when you have been pounding into him like a madman. Not stopping even once.

The thong and bralette now tossed aside (and probably ripped?) with the rest of your clothes on the floor. His eyes focused and unfocused, staring at you as garbled moans left his throat, too far gone to be ashamed by own his voice.

Tightly gripping his waist as you plummeted your cock deep in him, he could feel your swollen tip hit his prostate, every time. Your thrusts were angled as such because of the way your dick just knew the entirety of his insides so well. Going in and out of him at such a pace you didn’t think was possible but it was expected after a month of no intimacy.

You grin, licking your lips, looking at the debauchery under you. Drool dripping down his chin, mouth wide agape and spilling such beautiful moans only you were a witness to, his teary blue eyes staring at you with such love and lust. Like you were his saviour.

The saviour who was breaking him. Ripping him apart.

“Fffuck princess you look so beautiful getting ruined on my cock”, he nods dumbly, babbling yess’, eyelashes fluttering open and shut as he feels another orgasm approaching him. His warm walls squeezing down on your dick.

The cum pooling on his stomach along with his hard throbbing cock slapping across his abs was so obscene. You were groaning just looking at how filthy he looked. His hoarse screams calling out your name as if it was a mantra and you just cooed to him. He was your princess. Your good girl.

“You see this b-baby? See my dick going in and out of your cunt?”, you moan and gepard, even though was dizzy, looked down and mewled at the sight. “Oh i love you so fucking much honey”, you groaned out.

The way his tight hole was swallowing you all up was making him lightheaded. A guttural moan left his lips at the way his hole was enveloping your entire dick. Covered in his and your cum, veiny and so fucking thick. All from the tip to the base. Splitting him open. Taking it all in just like the good whore he was.

How was his poor little ass even able to take it all in?

“s too good, t-too goooooddd”, he babbles, his insides clenching down on your thick cock, while your tip rammed into his prostate. Eyes rolling back into his skull, his squeals were making the blood thump in your ears.

His back arched and he groaned into your mouth, chasing after your lips. “ghh s-stop am g-gonna cum~”, his hands smacked at your chest trying to get you to slow down but you were way stronger than him. Scratches on your chest were the result of his already losing attempt to push you away.

But you hissed, liking the pain. I guess it was a way of making yourself feel that you belong to him. Just like he does to you.

His legs trembled as you used both of your hands to push him into a mating press, trying to get your already huge dick further deep inside him. Sheating your entire dick in his tight little hole. He shook his head back, choking out sobs and lolling his tongue out when he felt your entire dick literally upto his throat. Jolts running down his entire body with each thrust. Oh heavens you were so big.

“Am gonna fuck a baby into your womb”, you groaned out, rocking your hips in and out of him with a feral speed. “Fffuck yesyesyesyesshh”, gepard slurred as he came again. Not comprehending anything your saying. Just dumbly agreeing and nodding like a dumb slut. His throbbing cock shooting out spurts of cum, covering his chest and chin while his legs spasmed.

His entire body was shivering as you slowly stilled your motion to stop. His throat barely able to make any noise now after the way he was screaming your name when he came but still allowing his heavy breaths accompanied with low, hoarse whimpers.

“Princess?….gepard are you okay?”, you inched closer to his face as you slowly lowered his legs down but still remained inside him.

You softly smiled looking at his sleeping face. Rosy cheeks stained with tears and pretty eyelashes shut. His adorable lips formed into pout, just like they always are when he falls asleep.

“He passed out?!”, you laughed to yourself before kissing him on his eyelids. Looks like you fucked him too hard.

[csainzoperator]

love bites ☆

summary: y/n and her bestfriend are out partying. her boyfriend knows she's in a club and can't help but feel a bit jealous that men will get to see his girl smile, dance and what not. so he pulls up to the club with the his driver friends.

(pierre gasly × fem!reader)

trigger warnings: a few sexual intendos, mostly fluff, biting and a lovesick pierre

read more under the cut!

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- pierregasly has replied to your story "are you trying to kill me, baby?"

you smile cheekily as you type back a reply "maybe"

- pierregasly "fuck."

you smile and keep your phone inside your purse, knowing very well that your boyfriend who is at home rn, most probably is going insane. you and your bestfriend reach the club and go straight to the bar to down some shots. "its been so long since we have done this oh my god!" your bestfriend says to you after you order a few shots of vodka.

after a while, you are slightly tipsy (totally drunk) and your bestfriend is down only a shot as she was the DD (designated driver) tonight.

"we should dance" you whisper in her ears as the music was too loud. you had a wide smile on your face as dancing was one of the things you loved the most.

you gasp as you hear your favourite song play. it was "please don't stop the music" by rihanna. you giggle as you pull your bestfriend and start dancing to the beat.

little did you know that your boyfriend was only a few metres away, watching you as you moved your hips, laughing now and then. not only him but most of the drivers on the grid were there too.

the music changes and the mood gets all sexy as "under the influence" by chris brown starts playing. you feel a pair of hands on your waist and quickly move away "i have a boyfriend" is all you get out. but your drunk ass didn't recognise that it was your boyfriend that was behind you.

pierre smiles as he realises how drunk you are. he slowly makes you turn towards him.

"baby, its me." pierre whispers in your ear as he caresses your waist.

you smile wide and wrap your hands around his neck "am i hallucinating because i missed you so much"

he laughs and gives your cheek a sweet kiss "no, i'm here, my love" you let out a giggle as he kisses your cheek. you start dancing again, guiding pierre's hands towards your hips. you have no idea how hot you look to your boyfriend right now. his hands grip your hips tighter, moving slowly with you.

you tiptoe and whisper in his ear, as the lyrics say "your body light weight speaks to me." he lets out a small groan and turns you around, your back facing his chest. he rests his chin on your shoulder, kissing your neck now and then. "you really did plan to kill me today, no?" he whispers in your ear.

"not really, how would i survive without your kisses?" you reply as you try to control your giggles. pierre just shakes his head in amusement.

the song comes to an end and both of you walk towards a private booth where all your friends are seated. pierre settles down on the couch, pulling you down on his lap.

"he's so goddamn whipped. mans made us drop all our work to go clubbing with him to see HIS girlfriend like how is that fair??" lando was ranting to charles, although charles looked like he had been through this almost a million times. "i mean, if my girlfriend looked like that and was out late at night, i would gladly be a security gaurd, no charges" daniel says as he clicks a few pictures of the bar, and lily with alex.

lando nods, humming in response "fair enough." pierre flips him off as you giggle again, with your head on his chest. you get the sudden urge to say a few things and sit straight, still on his lap.

you grab a bottle of champagne that was on the table and hold it as your mic "ladies and gentlebitches, i miss my boyfriend right now. he is the most sexiest man alive, but still somehow the most adorable human" you keep blabbering and suddenly you realise that charles is here. you point a finger at him, like as if he has committed a huge crime. "YOU, YOU ALWAYS TRY TO STEAL HIM YOU KNOW?" you yell at charles and feel two arms wrapping around your waist tightly, pulling you backwards because you were angle-ing the champagne bottle like you were about to throw it at charles.

this erupts loud laughter in the room and you giggle to yourself again "oh my god i'm funny" you start wiggling in pierre's lap, making him wrap his arms around you even tighter, if that was even possible. "that is really not helping our situation right now, mon cherie." he whispers in your ear. your eyes widen as you stop moving.

"guys, pierre didn't even let me have dinner and now his girlfriend wants to kill me. can we please go get some food?" charles says, all ready to leave.

"my treat!" pierre smiles as he says this. he looks at you and raises his eyebrows "and for my lady, what would you like to eat?"

"you." they say devil works fast but your mouth sure does work faster. everyone around you make gagging sounds, completely disgusted.

"I DID NOT NEED TO KNOW THIS INFORMATION" max, who never spoke a word the entire night, suddenly yells. everyone agrees to his beautiful words and start moving out of the private area, towards the exit.

just before you all leave, danny asks you and pierre to smile for a picture and you look up at pierre, smiling cheekily before tip-toeing and biting his cheek. pierre smiles wide for the camera as danny's precious camera captures the moment perfectly.

danny rolls his eyes playfully, making a disgusted noise. "i hate you guys" both of you laugh as he walks out. pierre holds your hand in his and wraps another arm around the small of your waist as you walk together.

"what was that bite for?" he asks, although he already knows the answer. you do it often. very often to be honest. your love language is biting basically.

"i told you i wanted to eat you, i wasn't lying" you mock seriousness but fail miserably as you start giggling again.

"crazy. my girlfriend is crazy" he whispers as he smiles to himself.

you bite his cheek again, mumbling softly "its a love bite, baby."

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these two lovebirds couldn't keep their hands off of each other. it was disgusting. (jk, love you both)

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y/nusername DANNY I LOVE YOU FOR TAKING THIS PICTURE

- daniel.jpg you owe me 7 BILLION DOLLARS NOW.

- pierregaslllyyyy MY PARENTS 🙏🏼🙏🏼

charles_leclerc i'm never ever coming out when pierre and y/n are together. never. i almost died.

- lechairrr MY MANS WENT THRU SOME SHIT LAST NIGHT 😭😭

- carlando LMAO THIS IS TAKING ME OUT

f1wags our favourite wag 🫶🏼

landonoriss my man pierre was going thru some insane shit when he saw y/n's story last night. no joke.

- maxverstappen1 yes. can confirm.

- pierregasly can you guys stop exposing me

- f1lovers LMAO LOVE HOW EVERYBODY IS ATTACKING PIERRE

pierregasly love bite ❤️

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