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Big fan of this Greg guy- massive fan of the local disaster moe office boy who's like a dog and moe girl in one, real big fan of him.

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A STEP INTO HELL

Stepdad!Joel Miller x f!reader || Word count: 3k

Summary: after you move into his house, Joel finds himself possessed by the idea of having you. Trying to quench his lustful thirst he decides to get his hands on your nudes. To his surprise he finds something even better.

Tw: 18+ mdni, smut, step-cest, Joel’s pov, dub con but reader’s into it, legal age gap, dark!Joel, perv!Joel, obsessed!joel, darkish!reader, unprotected piv/dvp (wrap it up), sex toy usage, blackmail, sex audio recording, creampie, degradation, slutshaming, praise kink, daddy kink, mention of f/m masturbation/f!oral/anal/food play, slapping (1), cum eating, swearing.

A/n: huge thank you to @megangovier for this ask and the idea!💖 I had a blast working on this story. Hope you’ll like it, lovely!🌸 Kisses to @milla-frenchy for beta-ing😘 Dividers by @/enchanthings and @/saradika-graphics 💕

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Joel wasn’t a good man. He wasn’t moral, ethical or rational. The only thing Joel seemed to be recently was horny. Horny for his stepdaughter.

It wasn’t a gradual obsession. Not at all. It took over him suddenly and overwhelmingly. You had lived with your dad after your parents’ divorce, but then moved into Joel’s house to stay closer to your college. He had barely seen you before and then you were in his house all the fucking time.

Was his attraction out of the blue? Not really. You were a hot young woman. Every man’s dream. But the maddening desire took Joel by surprise. Like a tsunami it put his life upside down, taking away any sense he might have had before. The lust for you was like a poison, coursing through his veins, pumping blood to his big cock more often than it was expected for a man of his age.

In hopes of getting rid of the toxic passion, Joel jerked off regularly like a horny teenager. He watched tons of porn, choosing the ones with women that looked like you. To his distress, it seemed to entice him even more. Like a dog he couldn’t stop salivating every time he saw you.

Joel would often get lost in his thoughts at the breakfast table, sitting right in front of you and thinking about the shape of your pussy. ‘Did you have a little clit hidden behind your lips or could he see it right away if he took your shorts and panties off at that moment? Did you shave your cunt or could he tug you lightly by your soft pubes?’ He’d be happy with anything, a pussy was a pussy, especially if it belonged to a sweet thing like you. He couldn’t help but daydream of eating you out on the table right next to the pancakes your mother had made, your sweet pussy served with maple syrup on top, or melted butter all over your folds. He’d slurp it happily with your slick and cum and chase it with his black coffee. Breakfast of champions!

Joel ground his teeth. He had to keep himself from acting on his desires. Not because of your mom, fuck that nagging bitch! His dick barely reacted to her anymore. Divorce was what really terrified Joel. He’d hate to deal with all of that— too much paperwork, too much hustle. That was the last thing Joel needed.

The first thing was you. After a month of pumping his cock after every encounter with his stepdaughter, Joel got really frustrated and decided to act. He worked out a plan. Surely you had some juicy selfies on your laptop, he thought, so one day he knocked on your bedroom door with a secret motive to get his big paws on them.

You sweet voice let him in.

Joel stepped into your bedroom, his brows furrowed, the shoulders square, trying to intimidate you with his steel gaze and dominant tone so you’d agree faster.

“I need your laptop. Mine broke.”

You were lying on your bed with your phone in your hands, wearing your tiny shorts and a crop top and his dirty mind immediately drew him a picture of your naked body splayed and offered to him, head hanging off the side of the bed with his cock plunging in and out of your mouth. He could bet he’d be able to feel his shlong inside your tight throat. He’d probably come so fast like that and discharge his cum right into your belly. Bon appetite, baby!

“Hmm,” you hummed, blinking at him. You seemed hesitant and it made Joel even more excited—you definitely had something to hide. His jeans got strained with the might of his growing dick.

“C’mon. I’ll just pay the bills and give it back to ya.”

“Oh. I don’t know. Ehm—ok.”

As soon as you agreed Joel snatched the laptop off your desk and went to the master bedroom. His wife was working late that night so it was a perfect opportunity to find your nudes and jerk off to his heart's content.

Joel plunged on the bed and began his horny search. Let’s help Joel find his stepdaughter’s nudes!

Are they in this folder? — No!

That one? — Look better!

Here? — Fuck, no!

He was growing hopeless. No way a girl with an ass like yours wouldn’t want to have it in a photo. Your perfect tits were asking to be jerked off to. So where the hell were the goods?

He was searching everywhere until he stumbled upon a folder with a few tracks. He didn’t care about them at first but his thick finger accidentally double clicked one of them and to his surprise he heard his voice.

“No, wait— fuck—spread wider—yes—yeahhh.“

He increased the volume and his jaw dropped. Yes, he was sure now. It was his voice.

‘When was it recorded?’ Joel asked himself, listening to his groans. Suddenly it dawned on him. It was a couple of weeks ago when he was fucking his wife. His grunts and growls were the only audible noises, which was not surprising -your mother was always silent like a corpse when he was fucking her.

Yet Joel’s voice could be heard clearly. He listened to a few tracks and all of them were recordings of his voice— him talking to his clients on the phone, him discussing the last game with Tommy.

‘What a dirty slut!’ flashed in Joel’s mind. He wasn’t thinking anymore. With his cock already hard, Joel knew what to do and acted immediately.

He rushed back into your bedroom.

“Done?” you asked when he barged in. With your arm stretched, you were waiting for him to return your laptop, but he was still holding it.

“Fuckin’ slut.” Joel’s smirk was dark and triumphant.

Your face fell and you looked like you’d seen a ghost.

“Yeah, exactly! I found your little spy audios, baby! Why were you recording me and your mom having sex, little perv, huh?”

You pulled your knees to your chest, squeezing into yourself, and mumbled,

“I’m not— I—no—please—I wasn’t recording her.”

“Oh? But you recorded me! Wanted to hear your stepdad’s groans, dirty slut?”

You were quiet, with your gaze downcast, looking scared to death. That was exactly what Joel needed.

“Imma tell your mom.”

“No! No, please, Joel, no! I’m begging!”

“Unless—“, he mused.

“Yes! Anything! Please!”

Here we go. He had you where he wanted. Finally.

“Unless you become my fuck toy.”

You looked gobsmacked.

“What?”

“Don’t act shocked, babydoll. Bet you want it more than anythin’. What were you doin’ with those tracks, sweetie? Listenin’ and thinkin’ of our lord and savior? Fuck no! Were probably fuckin’ yourself silly, moanin’ my name. Your stepdad's name, little slut!”

He shook his head and tutted at you while you were shaking like a leaf.

”I’m givin’ you a way out, baby. But only if! If I can have my way in. In all your holes.”

“All?” Your voice was so small and trembling, it made his cock twitch.

“All, babydoll! I wanna fuck your mouth - yes, please, Joel! Wanna fuck your ass? you’ll let me! Pussy right after? Of course, sir! That’s what antibiotics are for.”

You sniffed loudly and burst into tears.

“Please Joel— I can’t—we shouldn’t!”

Joel smirked and walked to the bed, stopping right in front of you. He cupped your wet cheek and cooed, “I know we shouldn’t, babydoll. That’s why it’s so damn hot.”

You sniffed and leaned into his touch, your big teary eyes looking up at him.

Joel couldn’t believe his luck. The little slut was melting. He was going to have so much fun!

“Get undressed, sweetie. Let’s get right to it.”

Joel didn’t believe in God. But right at that moment he swore that someone above had blessed him. Or someone below for that matter. You were taking off your shorts, top and then panties, wiping tears off your pretty face with the back of your hand. He immediately snatched your underwear and shoved it in his jean pocket.

“On your back. Spread your legs. Let me see what daddy’s gonna play with.”

You widened your eyes at what he called himself but did what he told you. You lay down and slightly parted your bent legs.

“Don’t shake. I won’t hurt ya,” Joel growled, rolling your chair to the bed and making it squeak under his weight when he got comfortable ready to enjoy the view.

Your pussy was hotter than anything he’d seen or imagined and his cock was thumping hard in the confines of his jeans. Joel unzipped them and pulled his boxers down. Your glossy eyes immediately snapped to his bobbing stiff manhood.

“Yeah, sweetie, take a good look. Ya gonna learn every rim and vein of this dick pretty soon. Its taste too,” Joel added and shook it in his hand. He wasn’t leaking yet but when he pushed your legs wider apart and your folds opened up to his view, his slit began crying happy tears.

“Fuck, babydoll. She’s even better than I imagined. And believe me, I thought about your snatch a lot.”

Your breath hitched when Joel leaned closer and his thick fingers spread your lips.

“Look at this hole. Tight. We need to get ya ready first. This bad boy—“ he jiggled his cock again- “can damage you and we don’t want that, yeah?”

You shook your head and Joel’s hand glided over your mound, his digits slipped between your folds in a perverted examination.

“Ya have a dick?”

You were blinking up at him, confusion swimming in your blown out eyes.

“Rubber cock? Dildo? Jesus, ya slow.”

“Ohh… yeah,” you nodded and averted your eyes in shame.

“Aww, don’t act shy and shit. I think we’re past that, little slut.”

He got up with a smirk on his lips and, after following your line of vision, opened your nightstand drawer.

“Where is it? Ah!”

It wasn’t long until Joel found your toy - a pink dildo.

“Damn, sweetie, I see you’re not adventurous at all! Look!”

With a chuckle Joel lined the dildo up with his own cock which was longer and girthier than the toy and shot his brows up at you.

You closed your eyes, probably not believing what was happening in your bedroom, but then snapped them open when you felt a cold tip of the toy prod your tight hole.

”Joel! Lube!” you exclaimed, trying to push away the dildo. Your stepdad was looming over you, standing by the bed, his smile devilish.

“Of course. A little slut like you deserves the best lube. Daddy’s spit.”

He leaned down and gathered some saliva in his mouth before opening his lips and letting it drop right on your slit. You jerked.

”More?” Joel asked and not waiting for your response spit on it again, with force now. You moaned when a glob of liquid hit your clit and Joel’s fiery gaze found yours.

”You want it, yeah? That’s why you recorded me. Do you want me?”

He didn’t know why he was asking that. You were already lying in front of him on the bed, pussy out and ready to be fucked. But a possessive part of him wished for you to want him back.

You tried to avert your eyes but he leaned closer and took your cheeks between his fingers, keeping you facing him.

“Tell me!”

Your quiet, shaky ’yes’ rang loud in the bedroom and in his head. After your confession Joel’s flannel covered chest expanded with pride and triumph. He still got it. He had blackmailed you but he totally could have gotten you all by himself.

Drunk on the ego boost he kissed you with vigor and hunger, swallowing your mewls and whimpers. Then he ripped his mouth off and hovered over you, watching your eyes roll back when he pushed the dildo between your saliva-coated folds and inserted it into your hole. You moaned his name and Joel started leaking like a faucet.

He began fucking you with the toy, groaning and drinking in your sweet sounds.

“Ya love it, little slut? Bet you were dreaming of this. Your stepdad fuckin’ this pink cock into your hungry hole. Listenin’ to my voice.”

He leaned closer and growled right into your ear,

“Daddy’s here now and he’s gonna claim all your holes, sweetie.”

When he changed the angle of the dildo, you tilted your head back into the mattress with a loud whimper, biting your lower lip. Your pleasure drove Joel insane.

”You’ll be my fuckdoll in no time. I’ll train your pussy, your ass, your mouth. Ya gonna take me. Take me so good. Gonna tity-fuck you. Bathe you in my cum. You won’t need anything except my huge cock. And my voice. Give it to me now, baby! Come!”

“Daddy!” you cried out and your body began shaking and trembling under Joel. He didn’t stop moving the toy inside you until your limbs fell weakly on the bed and your face relaxed. Your eyes closed by themselves, body and mind spent after an emotional and physical climax.

Joel’s poor dick was engorged and leaking, demanding the warmth of your wet cunt. And he was absolutely sure that you were drenched.

He threw your legs wider apart with his knee and with a wolfish smirk stared at your clear juices sliding from under the pink cock, which was still sticking out of your cunt.

Suddenly Joel got an idea. His horny mind wanted nothing else but to spear you with his manhood. But he felt generous that day. You deserved so much more than just his cock!

Not tearing his dark gaze off you lying with your eyes closed and breathing fast, he took his jeans and flannel off. He was still wearing his white undershirt when his eager lips latched onto your exposed tits, his hot tongue swirled around your hardened nipples, one after the other. Joel’s hands were roaming your body, squeezing and pinching it lightly. Like a starving animal he couldn’t get enough of your submission, your skin, your curves and crevices. He was pulling little moans out of you and, with your eyelids still closed, you looked inebriated, drunk on his touch and your ecstasy, until Joel slightly slapped your cheek.

Your eyes fluttered open and you mewled, looking up at him, gaze foggy.

“My dick’s achin’, baby. Get ready to take it,” he warned and then got another bright idea. “Let’s record our first time. I’ll share it with you, baby, don’t worry. I know how much you love hearing daddy’s voice.” Joel laughed and took his phone out of his jeans lying on the floor.

“Smile, sweetie,” he commanded but you covered your face with your hands when he took a few nudes. It was good enough for him.

He started recording and threw the phone on the bed. Your sweet moans were enough for him too.

When Joel brough his tip to your already stuffed hole, your eyes widened.

“Joel, the toy—“

“Yeah, I know —I know — lemme do it.”

“Are you recording us?”

”Yeah, baby. Daddy needs something to jerk off to when you’re away.”

“Oh—ok, I guess.”

“Ya being such a good girl for me. Ain’t I lucky?”

“Joel, it won’t fit.”

“It will, babydoll. Tilt your hips a little. Yeah, damn. I’ll use my thumb to push it in. Jus’ a tip’ll do for today.”

“Ahhh—oh my god—your cock’s so big.”

“I know, right? But—Ya jus’ need to relax. Lemme stroke you—fuck, you’re wet, my hand’s soaked. Ya like it when I rub your clit like that?”

“Ahhhh—yeahh–yeahh—“

“Good little slut. It’s already in, baby. Lookit! My tip’s in.”

“Oh, fuck, Joel. I feel so full—ahhh.“

“Don’t curse, baby, or I’ll spank you.”

“Joellllll—”

“That’s better. Moan my name when I’m fuckin’ you. Your hole’s stretched so good right now. Taking both cocks. Wish you could see what I see. Greedy little cunt.”

“Ohhhh, Joel. I’m gonna—“

“Call me ‘daddy’ if ya want. i know you do—hngggg”

“Daddyyyy!”

“Fuck— fuck—aahhhhh.”

Joel was shooting his hot cum into you, rope after rope. He didn’t plan on coming inside but the lust clouded his mind. He wanted you full with his load, his cock and the dildo. The sight of your pussy swallowing everything he gave you, stretched to the limit, pushed him over the edge and into the pits of hell. He didn’t care. He was growling, his head down, watching his balls twitch, pumping his jeez into your core. They were resting on the toy, which was half pushed out of your hole by his own cock and your pulsating walls. He could believe that he made his stepdaughter come on his dick while she was moaning like a whore, accepting his cum like the greatest gift. What a perfect little slut!

When the last drop of his load was discarded into your sloppy cunt, Joel pulled his cock and the pink toy out. Both were glistening with his and your cum.

“Clean us up,” he growled and made you get up on shaky legs. You immediately fell on your knees and Joel grinned.

“Good girl. Now get to work.”

He brought the toy to his still hard manhood and watched you lick the cocks clean. At one point you took both dicks in your whimpering mouth.

“Fuck, ya hot! All your holes are hungry for two dicks, huh? Your pussy, now your mouth. Ya know what hole’s next, yeah?”

You pulled away with a scared expression and Joel barked a laugh.

”Don’t fret, sweetie. All in its time.”

He pulled you up by your arm and held your body tight when his lips crashed against yours. The taste of you and him made his cock twitch. He kissed you hard and you welcomed it. Perfect little slut indeed.

”Get some sleep,” he ordered, tucking you into bed. You looked fucked out of your mind and your tired smile made him smirk. “You need rest. So daddy could have lots of fun with you later.”

He turned the lights off on his way out.

Joel wasn’t a good man. But he was a happy one.

Thank you for reading! Comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated!<3

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hii queen! i saw that your requests are open, could you write something with daryl and a reader in the earlier seasons who are dating in secret? (they dont want no one to know because daryl is new to relationships and i believe he would be more reserved a little in the beggining), however the group ended up noticing how soft he is to her and how he always keep an eye on her😩 and also i just wanted to say that i read some of yours writtings and they are amazing💕💕

Gimme Shelter | Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Tags: Swearing, twd typical violence, kind of slow burn, fluff, lightish angst, half proof-read

Words: 4.4k

A/N: Fank you so much nonny 💖😭 I've been really enjoying writing for Daryl, he was one of my biggest obsessions as a teenager, and that obsession will continue to prevail.

And this is such a cute request, I love secret relationship tropes so much. I decided to do Prison era!Daryl if that's okay, I assume you probably meant for like season 1 or 2, but I felt like it would be cute in the prison.

I know that a slow burn wasn't requested BUT the thoughts just kept coming the more I wrote. Also sorry this took so long to post.

Growing up people would always say you will find the one when you least expect it. Whether it’s in a grocery store, at the park, in a museum. That one person you’re bound to spend the rest of your life with will be there. As if they were waiting for you, and you for them. It was a fairytale dream, one that you lost faith in long ago. 

There were moments you had thought that maybe you finally found that person. Until disappointment would strike time and time again. Your experience with relationships had been less than ideal, never lasting longer than a year. Cheaters, liars, and worst of all abusers. Those types of men had always been the most drawn to you. Making you feel as if you were cursed somehow, unlucky. 

After a while and a slew of pity attempts, you gave up on dating for your own benefit. Deciding it would be best to focus more on yourself. Not allowing yourself to succumb to the societal pressure of getting married by twenty and popping kids out by twenty one. 

That was the dream of a delusional small town teenager, too young to think for themselves let alone plan a future family, and that had been your dream once upon a time. Maybe you read too many stories about young girls finding their prince charming and living happily ever after.

You started to value your alone time. Enjoying the feeling of not having to walk on eggshells in order to keep the other party happy. Things were smooth sailing for about two years. You changed your life around, got a new job, a new car, and a new apartment all within a few months. 

A newfound happiness was settling inside of you, you were beginning to find yourself again. You became more confident in who you were as a person, allowing yourself to actually live your life instead of just simply being alive. 

But life had a twisted sense of humor. 

Things started with frantic breaking news segments on the news. Reporters talking about the horrifying developments coming out of France. In the beginning you had hoped that things wouldn’t escalate past that, hoped that this would be an isolated incident. But things just got worse the more you watched. An unknown virus wreaking havoc across the entirety of Europe, spreading like wildfire across each country. 

After the first case of the virus was reported in Ohio, you started to worry. Things were getting too close for your liking, and with the details they were releasing it wasn’t going to get any better. With each new segment that aired your mother would call, urgently telling you to come back to live with them until this sickness blows over. You knew that it would be your best bet. 

Once the local grocery stores started getting raided, you found yourself being thankful that your family was full of survivalist nuts. Growing up hearing them praise people like Jim Baker, and other televangelist hackjobs like him that weaponized fear mongering for profit. 

Your parents home was stocked full of all the essentials thanks to your aunt Jess. First aid kits, canned food, water to last just a little over a month. It was everything you needed and more. 

“Y’always gotta be prepared, honey.” Your wine-drunk aunt had told you after a week, the both of you lounging on the sofa as you watched the news. “You don’t know how long this crap’s gonna last.” 

It all went by so quickly. The news stations eventually stopped airing not long after the first report hit Georgia, they were urging everyone to evacuate to Atlanta, leaving the streets a mess of honking and dead-stop traffic right outside of your parent’s home. 

And for a short while you had settled into this false hope that you were safe there with them. 

That was until you came back from a short trip to a ransacked Dollar General just down the street. 

The house was oddly quiet when you walked inside. The TV was muted on a flickering static screen, your dad’s recliner was empty, a blanket on the floor. The backdoor that led to the porch was ajar, the sun shining through the crack onto the wood flooring. You remembered that feeling in your stomach as you walked closer, fingers slowly curling around the doorknob. 

When you walked outside it felt as if a bucket of ice water was dumped over your head. The horrifying sight of your mother’s body being gutted by your own father and uncle, fresh blood dripped down the side of the RV next to your aunt’s already mangled corpse. Your hands were trembling fiercely, a nauseating coppery smell filling your nose. 

All you could remember was running. Packing whatever you could get your hands on before taking your mother’s minivan.  

Not long after the death of your family, you were taken in by a small group of five. They were unstable, barely hanging on by a thread, with almost nightly arguments tilting them further over the edge. 

It made things harder for you. The tension starting to make you too nervous to sleep without a knife tucked securely under your pillow. 

The self appointed leader demanded too much, wanting more than half of the rations to himself. He was a cruel hearted individual, mind diluted by the atrocities you were all forced to witness. A dangerous man who was quick tempered, and ruthless to anything or anybody you came across. 

After a month of running with them you made a mistake. You hid a portion of your findings from him. Food that he would have taken the majority of. But you were starving, at the point of hardly caring about your survival if it meant you could eat just a little bit more.

Other members had found out though, outing you quickly. As a punishment he tied you up, stole everything from you. Photo albums, your weapons, your food, bandages, it didn’t matter what it was. After beating you he left you in the supply closet of a convenient store you were temporarily camping out in. 

Part of you half expected them to come back, but you knew better than to think positively now, that could get you killed nowadays. 

The minutes blended into hours into what felt like days. The zip ties around your wrists and ankles dug harshly into your skin, biting into the raw bleeding flesh as you struggled to free yourself. Eventually it got to the point where you started slipping in and out of consciousness, your body exhausted and dehydrated. You were sure you would die there. 

But, much to your surprise, your luck hadn’t run dry just yet. 

In your haze you could hear the sound of once shuffling corpses hit against the door with a heavy thud. Hushed voices barely graced your ears through the door, two men talking to each other. 

Your voice was hoarse as you pathetically attempted to call out. Your throat was dry from the lack of water, forcing your words to come out as a croaking squeak.  

The door had been opened cautiously, the beam of a flashlight assaulting your eyes. You attempted to focus on the man crouching down above you, his blurred features obscured by the baseball hat he wore. 

“Rick!” The man called over his shoulder, another figure coming into view. He was wearing what seemed to be a police officer’s uniform. Whether it was stolen or actually his, you didn’t care, you just wanted out of this damn closet. 

Both men were quick to cut your binds and hauled you to your feet. The quick motion was all it took for you to finally pass out. A thick blanket of exhaustion pressed into you, forcing your eyes to flutter closed and your body to go completely limp. Unable to cling onto consciousness any longer

In those last moments you almost thought that they would just leave you there. Not wanting to bother helping a now passed out stranger, and you wouldn’t have blamed them if they did abandon you. 

Instead when you woke up you were laying on a couch, an older man with short white hair standing over you. 

At first you had almost believed you dreamed it all, the outbreak, the group. That you were in some sort of comatose state and the world was not overrun by flesh eating monsters. But the stinging pain deep within your wrists proved otherwise, the gashes covered by white gauze and medical tape. 

The white haired man, Hershel, ran you through your current state. Malnourishment, dehydration, feverish temperatures. It was evidently clear that you had been through the wringer, and if Glenn and Rick had not found you when they did, you would have died within the day. In fact he had said it was a miracle that Hershel himself could have saved you. 

You figured you had always been stubborn, though, you never gave up easily. 

Hershel had been kind enough to allow you to stay in his house until you got better. Providing you with enough water and food to get you back on your feet. 

The family allowed you to use their shower. When you looked at yourself in the mirror you understood why they were so insistent. A thick layer of grime and blood coated your skin, your hair was matted, your clothes ripped beyond repair. 

You couldn’t help but cry, realizing just how quickly you lost yourself out there. Your humanity has faded so much in such a short amount of time, leaving you a hollow shell of your former self. You looked like a stranger to yourself.

Over the next week Rick’s group urged you to stay. They knew you had nowhere else to go, no family to run back to. 

You were hesitant, though. You didn’t want to continue to be a burden, you were a stranger infiltrating an already close knit group. The closeness they had made you feel even more lonely than you did in your previous group, because at least when it came to them, you didn’t crave that companionship. 

Gone were the days of blind trust, knowing that everything always came with a price these days. So your knife stayed tucked beneath your pillow, fingers clutching onto the handle as you kept an eye on the zipped up entrance of the tent. 

On many sleepless nights, which were frequent, you would sit yourself in front of the dwindling fire outside of your tent. Mind wandering to everything that’s happened to you in the past three months, the things you’ve done to stay alive, the permanent scars you would carry with you for life. 

You stewed in your bitterness. Chewing ruthlessly on the skin around your fingernails. 

Your tent was further away from the rest of the group’s, tucked away in your own area. You found yourself watching the rest of them at first. Thoughts of running away while everyone slept crossed your mind more times than you could count. 

Until one night you heard a twig snap behind you, your knife quickly unsheathed and pointing towards what you thought to be a threat, 

“Geez. You’re almost as bad as Daryl.” One of the older men from Rick’s group, Dale, chuckled as he walked closer to your secluded camp, his hands up in surrender. “But I can go if you want.” He smiled softly. 

“Sorry… Bad habit.” You said quietly, setting your knife back down next to your thigh. 

He shook his head, taking a seat in front of the fire, “No need to be sorry. I can’t blame you for still being a little paranoid.” 

Dale quickly became a source of comfort for you, sporting an almost fatherly personality when talking to you. He was kind, and realistic which was exactly what you needed after everything you’ve been through. Over the course of a few nightly visits he was able to get you to open up a little, telling him about your former group, he was sympathetic and understanding. 

“The world has truly gone to hell.” He grimaced, taking his bucket hat off of his head. “But, we have good people here. Believe it or not.” His smile was reassuring. 

After a few days you started to come around more. Helping the women with laundry, listening to the stories they told about their lives before, anecdotes to keep themselves sane. 

It wasn’t hard to understand why they were so close. The tragedy of their former camp just outside of Atlanta, the C.D.C, Lori’s son getting shot, the people they’ve lost along the way. 

Slowly you felt more like yourself again.

Every so often they would mention that same name Dale did, Daryl. The only member of the group you had yet to meet personally. 

You had seen him walking around the camp, or tucked away in his own tent, further away from the group much like yours was. He was gruff looking, intimidating to the eye, and his occasional temper didn’t help much. But with how insistent he was on finding Carol’s missing daughter, you could tell there was warmth beneath his rigid exterior. 

The first time you talked to him was less than ideal. You were attempting to set up a snare trap in the woods, wanting to try and contribute a little bit more. The frustration quickly turned to embarrassment when he snuck up on you. Your feet got caught in your own trap and caused you to trip and fall. 

“Looks like y’caught somethin’.” Daryl attempted to joke, walking past you and deeper into the woods with his crossbow pointed towards the trees. 

You cut yourself free of the poorly made snare and ran to catch up with him. Choosing your words carefully. 

“Daryl, right?” All you got was a grumble in response, “Listen I know you don’t know me or anythin’... But could you teach me how to hunt?” 

“Teach yourself. I ain’t got time for babysittin’.” His response stung a little, harsher than you had hoped it would be. 

You figured you should have expected that, though, the conversation him and Shane had this morning was heated. An argument almost leading to a full on fight. The tension was growing higher and higher as the days dragged on with no signs of Sophia. 

Then the group found out about what was inside the barn.

One day when Rick was out helping Hershel, Shane took it upon himself to break the chains on the barn door. Walker after walker spilled out, being shot down ruthlessly by some members of Rick’s group, while the Greene family cried out for them to stop. Their worst nightmare coming true, as well as Carol’s. 

A little girl limped out, skin grey and beginning to rot. Her hair was matted with leaves, eyes a milky grey color, and a rasping snarl emitting from her. There was a large gash on her shoulder, a bite. It was devastating to see a child fall victim to such a death. But even more so for Carol, coming to realize that each day they restlessly searched, she had already been dead.. 

The safety that the farm provided didn’t last long after that. 

Shane was quickly losing his grip, Dale was killed by a lone walker, and eventually the fields were overrun by walkers. A massive hoard stumbling onto the property, drawn in by the frequent gunfire. 

You had lost quite a few on that night, good people that had helped you come out of your shell, people that didn’t deserve what they got. In all honesty you didn’t think you would have made it out either if it wasn’t for Andrea and Daryl. 

After the fall of the farm, you were all lost. Hershel and his family had lost their home, and the entire group was left to search. 

But you had to bury your sadness for the time being, winter was quickly approaching. The leaves were changing into a crisp orange color, and the wind had a bite to it in the mornings, leaving you shivering as you huddled closer to the fire. Daryl had been kind enough to let you borrow his poncho some nights, insisting you probably needed it more than him. 

Daryl seemed to warm up to you after a while too. He would subtly make sure you ate by leaving a half eaten can of vegetables next to you, or would occasionally sharpen your knife for you after doing his own. It was a kind gesture, letting you know that he was starting to trust you. 

Eventually it got to the point where your group finally ran out of canned food. There were no stores around, and everyone was too cold or tired to go anywhere. So Daryl decided to take you out to the woods, finally going out of his way to teach you how to hunt. 

“Y’know what you’re trackin’?” He asked one day, slowly walking beside you, following a small winding trail in the woods. 

You were quiet for a second, thinking as you analyzed the tracks next to your feet, “Could be a deer, whatever it is, it’s got hooves.” 

“Obviously.” He huffed, resisting the urge to smile when you glared at him. 

“Shut the hell up, man.” A small sigh came from you, “Could be a hog.” You crouched down and moved the leaves out of the way to get a better look, “The prints are close together, if it were a deer they’d be further apart, right?” 

Daryl just shrugged, “You tell me.” 

That’s how your hunts would usually go, Daryl providing frustrating nonanswers as you attempted to close in on your prey. He wasn’t going to babysit you, as he had originally said when you first asked, you had to figure it out yourself. You knew that was the only way you’d be able to learn, even if it was mildly annoying. 

The winter finally started to melt into spring, temperatures rising and falling occasionally until settling into an in between. And soon enough your restless searching came to an end, the high chain link fences surrounding a prison with walkers meandering the expansive field calling your names. A soon to be shelter for your group and many others. 

The fight against Woodbury had been a painful ordeal, with Maggie and Glenn getting taken hostage, and Daryl leaving with his brother. The group was briefly left in shambles, hanging on by a thread as Rick slowly faded away, losing his way after Lori’s untimely death and the birth of her daughter. 

When Daryl left it broke your heart a little. The two of you had bonded over the course of the harsh winter, often seeking each other out as a heat source. Whispering stories of your families filling the silence as the biting wind wrapped itself around you. But you could never blame him for leaving, knowing you would do the same thing if you could. 

The first attack from the Governor was when Daryl finally returned, his mouthy brother in tow. They had rescued Rick on the outskirts of the fence, luckily finding him just in time before he was overpowered. 

It made you happy to see your friend again, a hand squeezing his shoulder before pulling him into a hug. It had been a lot less awkward than you expected, his arms wrapping around your middle and squeezing softly, reassuring you that he was okay. 

“Well, ain’t that just cute.” Merle had teased, pinching his little brother on the cheek. 

But the tragedies were never ending, your group seemed to constantly be one step away from death’s doorstep. 

The Governor decided to make his way back to the prison, armed gunmen following behind him. 

They wanted to execute every last one of you no matter what it took. Your group had laid out traps, pretending to have left as requested, lulling them in with a false hope that you were gone. Until the shrill sound of the prison sirens started, smoke grenades being thrown down at their feet in the darkened hallways. 

The armed militia of men, mothers, and teenagers the Governor recruited had run away in fear, knowing that their fates would be sealed if they stayed any longer. 

As the weeks continued after the attack, things started to look up. That once forgotten positivity slowly makes its way back into your heart, along with a smile as you allow yourself to get to know the former residence of Woodbury. Your community was slowly forming, a home being made out of the prison. 

It was easy to become comfortable. 

And as your fondness grew for Daryl, you remembered what your mother used to tell you. 

“You will find the one when you least expect it.” 

Who knew that the world had to end in order for you to find him. With every soft touch, lingering whisper, and a quick stolen kiss in the shadows of your cell, it grew increasingly more obvious that your mother may have been right. 

Daryl was the only person you felt safe enough to be vulnerable around. His gentleness towards you breaking down the walls around your heart, settling himself deep within it. And you gladly let him. You both decided to keep your relationship a secret. Enjoying the thrill of sneaking around, while also avoiding any teasing remarks that would come from your group. 

You knew that this was Daryl’s first serious relationship, so you wanted to allow him the grace of warming up to the idea. You wanted him to become more comfortable with himself, taking his time with you, soothing any anxious wandering thought he may have. 

But you knew that the group would notice eventually. Hell, they already were. The small teasing remarks being thrown your way would make Daryl stiffen. He would pick at the strings on his denim jacket as he huffed and grumbled something in response. 

“You want me to slip her a note or somethin’?” Carol teased him, nudging her elbow into his side, “Do you like me? Check yes or no.” She laughed quietly when he rolled his eyes, “Come on Daryl-” 

She was cut off by someone running up to him, Glenn’s frantic eyes meeting Daryl and Carol’s before quickly sputtering out your name, “I don’t know what happened but-” 

The poor boy could barely get the words out before Daryl ran off towards the cell block. 

You were laying in your cell, blood covering your shirt as your side bled profusely. Hershel was quick to try and stop the bleeding, urging everyone to give him room to work. 

“If you want her to live, get out, now!” 

The blood drained from Daryl’s face as he looked at you. Bruises were beginning to bloom on your face and arms, your nose was bleeding and there was a slash on your cheek. Your boyfriend directed his anger towards one of the new members you had taken on a run, pinning him roughly against the concrete wall with his forearm. 

“The hell happened out there?! Huh?!” Daryl shouted in the scared man’s face, shrinking in on himself as Rick and Maggie tried to pull Daryl off. “Talk!” 

“We-” The man gulped, “We got attacked by a small group…” There were tears in his eyes as he tried to explain, his swollen lip trembling. He didn’t look much better than you did honestly, his eye was almost swollen shut, and there was blood coating his hairline, “She said- said she knew them, some group she was with. I thought they were gonna k-kill us.” He swallowed harshly, “They shot her…”

Daryl swore he could see red. His shoulders heaving as he started to pace, fingers running through his hair as he tried to process what the man had said. His face was hot, body pulsing with anger as he glanced back into your cell to see you lying there motionless. 

He stalked back up towards the man, his gaze hard and threatening as he spoke in a gruff voice, “If she dies, her blood is on your hands.” He pressed his finger hard into the man’s chest, pushing him harshly back into the concrete wall before stalking towards the exit of the prison. 

It took the entire council to talk Daryl out of hunting this group down himself. Carol telling him it was a suicide mission, and he would die if he left like this. Going into a situation blinded by rage was never good for anyone, especially now, with you lying unconscious in your cell. 

Luckily for you the bullet went straight through, and all they had to do was wait for you to wake up. 

Daryl didn’t dare leave your side, a rag gently dabbing across your forehead as he whispered softly to you. Unspoken words that he had wished he had told you sooner, words that only you were allowed to hear him say, something he had never dared utter to another person. Not even his own family. 

“I love you.” 

The time seemed to drag on slowly as he waited, his watchful not leaving you for more than a few seconds. His gentle fingers traced patterns on your skin, ignoring the occasional staring that would come from someone passing by your cell. He couldn’t bring himself to care about the secrecy, not now. 

“That fuckin’ tickles.” He suddenly heard you rasp, your eyes fluttering open and glancing down at his fingers on your forearm. 

Relief washed over Daryl like cool rain on a hot summer's day. His shoulders sagged and he couldn’t help but lean his head down to rest on your arm, a long sigh being released from his lungs. 

“Daryl…” You whispered, making him look at you, “It was my old group.” 

The look on your face was similar to the one you sported when they first found you, terrified, lost, confused. You didn’t know what to do with yourself knowing that not only were they still alive, but a lot closer than you would have liked. 

“I know.” He replied, his hand holding onto yours, “You don’t have t’worry about that right now.” 

Even though you were able to find happiness in the apocalypse, tragedy never ceased to sneak up from behind every corner. And you guessed that it had become easy to forget that life had a cruel sense of humor. 

It always would.

[girzapata6]

So... My birthday is this April 15----- 😁😁😁(???????

I want.... Torbek plushie.... So bad.... 💔💔💔

[soobnny]

dating him | seo changbin

❝ everyone pay attention…. i love my girlfriend ❞

chan | lee know | CHANGBIN | hyunjin | han | felix | seungmin | jeongin

okay hear me out

hear me out …..

seo changbin biggest kisser 🙁🙁🙁

i can just imagine him kissing u all the time

every chance he gets

forehead, chin, neck, cheeks, forehead, lips, WHEREVER.

nowhere is safe

he just thinks u are so beautiful

also just a hunch but he probably is a big thigh kisser i feel like he loves thighs !!!!!

have fun thinking about that

changbin is giving me best friends to lovers type beat

either that or strangers to lovers with a miscommunication twist

picture him accidentally getting ur food order cos u got the exact same thing

and the waiter’s like .. “are u (name)?”

he’s confused at first bc huh no i’m changbin

and then u come over

AND NOW HE IS SO EMBARRASSED

this is embarrassing

this had to happen to him in front of a pretty girl … you … why

that’s the beginning of ur love story

wait i just suddenly thought of something

OK SO here’s an alternative meet cute

you

well…

you can’t park for the life of u

and he’s next in line to u

so he helps u 😭😭😭

like gets out of his car and parks it for u

u offer coffee as thank you

who was he to say no

ANYWAYS fast forward to the present

i feel like ur dates are either dinner cruises or dollar dates

like either extremely expensive

or cute, fun, and cheap

it depends on his mood or the event

he loves spoiling u tho

mention one thing u want and he probably already bought it for u

he just knows u that well

either that or he’s rushing to buy it immediately

OKAY NOW

here are some of the things he does for u

changbin special #1 —> opens all ur jars for u

having a hard time opening ur bottle of water? no worries

changbin to the rescue

want a pickle out of that jar? he’s already grabbing it and opening it for u

u will never touch a jar in ur life anymore

changbin special #2 —> shares his food w u

i feel like food can be one of his love languages

he just wants to be sure u’re eating well and good when you’re with him

PLUS i just watched their interview where the members say he doesn’t share

but with you he does ok !!!!! with u he does

he’d share anything with u 🥹🥹🥹🥹

changbin special #3 —> “saw this and thought of u” text messages

and it’s the cutest things ever

or the most random things

no in between

it’s a coin on the floor or a little squirrel

speaking of texts

he’s the type to spam u with cute messages and emojis

i miss you baby 🥰🥰🥰💗💓💝💘💖💕💕🩷❤️❤️💞💓💞💗💕💘💝💝💖😍😘😘😘🥰😍🥰🥵

changbin special #4 —> piggyback rides

u will never ever have to worry about being tired bc changbin is there to the rescue

he loves it too bc he gets to have u close and he can also hold ur thighs

changbin thigh obsession agenda

he loves running with u behind him

honestly i can def see him as playful at times

but not too fast

he couldn’t risk making u fall

one time it happened and he doesn’t think he could ever forgive himself after seeing the TINIEST scar on ur knee

cleans it up for you and everything

moving on

now here are some of his favorite things to do WITH you

he loves when u guys r just chilling and he has u on his lap

if he could, he would keep u there 24/7

would be the type to pull u on his lap during movie night with the boys

EVEN THO THE COUCH ISN’T EVEN FULL

cue playful vomit noises by the boys

he couldn’t care less

at the end of the day, it’s HIM who has YOU on his LAP

so who’s rly winning

he also loves doing chores to ur favorite songs

mini dance breaks in between

he’d use the broom as his mic

now you have a personal concert from the boy

loves doing girly pop songs

yes he’s singing that boy is mine by ariana grande

yes he’s also doing the tiktok choreography

and YES HE’S ABSOLUTELY EATING IT UP

yes btw, he would film tiktoks with u

you’d send him a like and he’s just down every single time

you’d even catch him trying to memorize the choreo on his free time

u know that yeah glo tiktok .. yup he’s rapping

just ANYTHING with u

and ofc how could i ever leave out gym dates

the first time u accepted to go to the gym with him, he was convinced he could die right there

he would die a happy man

he’s happy u’re sharing his passion w him

(even more if u aren’t rly a gym person before him so he appreciates it even more)

HEART EYES when he sees u in ur gym fit

buys u everything

all the outfits and whatever u need

becomes protective at the gym

but he does everything for u

cleans the equipment before u use it

spots for u and things like that

anything for u

princess treatment fr

side eye at the guys looking at u

u would suddenly feel a figure behind u

don’t worry, it’s just changbin trying to show everyone that he’s the lucky guy that got u

he’s quite ltrly ur watermark

he also loves that cliche push up thing where u’re underneath him and he kisses u everytime he goes down

oh did i tell u he has one of those ‘i ❤️ my gf” shirts

and he LOVES wearing them in public

he’s so cheeky with it

hmmmmm what else

OH he rly enjoys making silly faces at each other from across the room

he always makes u laugh

and smthn i see happening is him trying to do legos with u but he rage quits

changbin also gives me healthy communicator

but like

u have to give him a bit of space first

he can get angry so the moment he does, he asks u for a moment

cos i feel that he’s easy to upset

when he’s sure he won’t take it out on u

and when he’s sure he’s a bit more level headed

he’ll ask if u two can finally talk abt it

good job changbin

anyways

at the end of the day

the boys are sick of u two

they know everything about u

PLUS he always has a stupid smile on his face whenever he talks about u

I LOVE LOVE !!!!!

note. credits to user @.luvknow for the layout of this post! let me know what you think! please discuss these with me i’m crazy

[stark-ironman]

OMG YOUR HUGH JACKMAN FICS GIVE ME LIFEEEEEE 🥴🥴

Could I request something like Reader having a fixation of his hands? Idk I just keep noticing them in edits and I want them in my mouth or in my pu— 💖❤️‍🔥💕💓💜

Hands

18+ No Minors

A/N: lol I forgot to put warnings.

Warnings: teasing, oral (m recieving), mouth f-ing, fingering

You weren't sure when exactly you became obsessed with Hugh's hands, all you knew was you constantly wanted him to be touching you in some way, shape, or form. Hugh never minded either, he loves the fact that you have an obsession with them and he even teases you about it sometimes... or teases you with them... and tonight was no exception.

Tonight, he's spent the better part of an hour massaging your back or sliding his hand down between your legs massaging your pussy, causing you to become more desperate by the second.

"Hugh, please.." You beg for the 5th time as he massages the outside of your heat. "Please what, darling?" Hugh has a teasing voice, causing you to whimper with need. "I need your fingers inside of me." You try moving your hips against his hand but his other one comes down and spanks you, hard, causing you to cry out when you feel his hand cup one of your globes on your backside.

"You need to learn patience. I'm giving you everything you want, just not at the pace you would want. I know you're obsessed with my fingers, with my hands, so let me give you what you want by letting me touch you wherever I want to..." Hugh catches your eye when he brings up your liking his hands and you swear you see a smirk flash across his face.

He flips you over, smiling softly as he admires your body, bringing his hand back down to in between your thighs while the other runs up your stomach. His fingertips graze softly over your breast as he leans down to kiss you.

Hugh kisses you softly, moving his hand up your thigh, grazing two fingers over your clit and you let out a whine. "I'll take care of you, darling. I always do." He whispers as he slides the two fingers inside of you, a moan slipping out of your mouth as he does but he quickly sticks his other two fingers in your mouth.

"Suck on my fingers, darling. Show me how desperate you are for me." His voice is low, and you notice how lust-blown his eyes are as you start swirling your tongue around his fingers. You bring your hand up to his shorts, feeling the tight strain his hard erection has against it as you rub him softly.

A low groan falls from his lips, and he moves his fingers faster, bringing his thumb down to your clit and rubbing it softly. You pull his shorts down enough to let his erection pop out, looking up at him with innocent eyes.

"Want me to replace my fingers with my cock, darling?" He asks and you nod softly, moaning as he removes his fingers and slides up to your head. "What do you do if you need to stop?" His voice is level, looking down at you as he continues to move his fingers. "Tap your thigh twice." You state, taking him in your mouth as he fully pushes in until he bottoms out.

"Your mouth was made for me, darling." He moans out, slowly fucking your mouth. You rock against his fingers, moaning around his length causing him to twitch. "I can feel you around my fingers, darling.. are you fixing to cum for me?" Hugh asks, angling his fingers slightly as you moan in response.

His hips move faster, your gags filling the room as your orgasm hits, hearing Hugh moan as his dick twitches in your mouth, his load shooting down your throat. He lets both of you ride out your orgasms before pulling out of your mouth.

"Ready for round 2?"

[thankyouivy]

Hiii! I am reading allllll your blurbs and ffs and god I adore your writing!!!!!

Could you write about Spencer Reid and reader (no sub! Or dom! dynamic If it’s ok) in their early stages of their relationship (at this point they’ve already had sex and he found out he’s totally obsessed with eating her out), and pleads for her to sit on his face but she doesn’t wanna do it at first cause she’s a bit worried she might hurt him? But he begs her so much he convinces her and well… the rest I’ll leave it to you! ;)

If it’s alright with you of course💘💓💕💖💗

i got you babycakes!!!

warnings: oral sex [f rec], face sitting, begging, hair pulling, cumming untouched, this is just pure smut.

———

Need - Spencer Reid x Fem!reader

“Please, sugar,” Spencer whispers into your ear.

He’s been asking you the same thing for the past few weeks, a fantasy of his that just won’t go away; he wants you to sit on his face.

Spencer is very into oral, specifically, eating you out for as long as you’ll let him. When you asked him about this, he explained thats it’s something called an oral fixation, he literally can’t get enough of it, which would add up, because you can count how many times the two of you have had sex without him giving you head on one hand.

(Evidently, all of those times had just been when you were too tired to go for an entire hour and just needed him inside you immediately, to which he had given you a little pout and then fulfilled your request.)

Whatever his reasoning is, eating you out gets both you and him off, and he wants more.

“Spencer, im just not sure about it, what if I hurt you?” You tell him. You’re straddling his hips while he’s laid out on his couch, you in a loose shirt and panties, and him in his work clothes, minus the tie.

“It’s completely safe if done properly, I did my research.” He reassures you, planting a kiss on your lips as he runs his hand up your back under your shirt.

“Research, huh?” You giggle at him, wrapping your arms around his neck. “mhmm,” he hums and smiles into another kiss.

As you pull apart, he whispers, “please baby, I want to make you feel so good… wanna taste you,” his voice is breathy and his pupils are blown wide with lust.

You whimper and grind down slightly in his lap, desperate for a little bit of friction as his words shoot straight to your core. He groans at your ministrations and you can feel him getting hard beneath you through your panties. “I want you to take what you need from me… grind that pretty little pussy on my tongue until you cum in my mouth…”

You moan at his words, bite your lip, and nod your head frantically. Who knew Spencer could be so persuasive?

Ecstatic that he finally got a yes out of you, Spencer lifts you off his lap momentarily and helps you pull your panties down and off your legs, biting his lip when he sees you’re soaked.

You start unbuttoning his shirt but only get to about half before he gets to impatient and pulls your own shirt over your head, exposing your bare chest. He bites his lip and places a hot, open-mouthed kiss on your lips, and you can feel him, rock hard through his suit pants.

He flops back down onto the couch, pulling you with him, as he shuffles down a bit more, giving room for your knees to sit on either side of his head.

Slowly, you crawl up his body, until you’re hovering above his face. His hair is messy and splayed out across the leather of his couch, his shirt is half off one shoulder, and he is visibly salivating as he stares directly at your core.

Noticing you still look a little unsure, he gives you a little smile. “if I need you to get off, which is extremely unlikely, I will tap your hip twice, alright, sugar?” He asks, and you nod. “You’re in control here, if you want to stop, we will stop.” He assures you, and you can’t help but blush. Could he get any sweeter?

Feeling more confident in the situation and a little less nervous, you slowly lower your hips onto his face, putting as little weight onto him as possible.

Immediately he licks into you, grabbing your hips and guiding them further onto him. You let out a gasp and your hips stutter away from the pleasure momentarily before he pulls you right back into his mouth.

His tongue runs through your folds, lapping up your wetness, and you moan loudly. His tongue flicks over your hardened clit, humming in delight when he feels you become wetter. You whine, letting more weight settle onto him and grinding into the teasing, hands searching for something to grab onto, eventually grabbing his hair with one and the armrest of the couch with the other.

You were reduced to soft moans, little uh’s and ah’s leave your mouth as your hips stutter and your eyes roll back into your skull.

He begins licking into your opening while his nose ruts against your clit and you throw your head back and shut your eyes tightly, moaning so loud the neighbours can probably hear everything that’s going on, but you can’t bring yourself to care.

“F- uck! oh my god, Spencer-” You cry out, and that just spurs him on. His own hips are twitching, arching off the couch as he eats you out.

Heat is coiling in your stomach, Spencers name is the only thing reverberating in your head. Why were you ever against this idea again?

“Oh- Ah- god Spencer- you’re gonna make me- holy- sh- it!” You cry

Spencer moans against you as you chant his name, frantically humping his face as he sucks on your clit.

“FUCK! I’m cumming!” You scream as your orgasm hits you like a freight train. You yank Spencer’s hair and your hips spasm on his face as Spencer lets out his own whimpers and cries. His hips thrust upwards as his own orgasm reaches him and his eyes roll back into his head.

Your back is arched and you’re leaning over him as you catch your breath. For a second you black out and completely forget you’re sitting on his face, but once you remember you quickly lift your hips up and look down at him with a worried expression.

Spencer looks completely blissed out. He gently rubs his large hands up and down your sides as you breathe heavily, and licks your slick off his lips. He grins at you, lust still evident in his eyes.

“We are so doing that again.”

More of my stuff can be found here.

~Ivy 🪴

[arxiwon]

Boyfriend!Jake – Fluff Compilation 💛✨

Summary: If Jake was your boyfriend, every day would feel like a warm hug, filled with love, laughter, and the softest, sweetest moments. Here’s a compilation of the adorable things he would do for you!

Warnings: none || Genre: fluff

Morning Calls & Sleepy Whispers ☀️

Boyfriend!Jake is the type to call you first thing in the morning just to hear your groggy voice. His tone is soft, still heavy with sleep, as he mumbles, “Good morning, baby… Did you sleep well?” If you’re still half-asleep, he’ll chuckle and tease, “You sound so cute right now. Should I let you sleep more, or do you want me to keep talking?”

If he’s physically with you, expect him to pull you into his arms, burying his face in your neck, refusing to let you leave the bed. “Just five more minutes…” he mumbles. (It always turns into thirty.)

Protective & Jealous Jake 🐶💢

Boyfriend!Jake is usually chill, but the moment he sees someone flirting with you? His eyebrows furrow, and he gets extra clingy. He’ll casually slip his arm around your waist, pulling you closer. “Hey, babe,” he says in an overly sweet tone, just to make sure the other person knows you’re taken.

Later, when you’re alone, he pouts dramatically. “You’re too pretty. It’s a problem.”

You laugh, pinching his cheek. “You’re so jealous.”

“Me? Nooo,” he denies with a teasing smirk, but the way he tightens his grip on your hand says otherwise.

Jake’s Love for Cuddles & Head Pats 💕

Boyfriend!Jake is obsessed with physical affection. If you’re sitting next to him, expect him to rest his head on your shoulder or pull you into his lap. If you’re lying down together, he’ll stroke your hair absentmindedly, whispering, “You feel so nice.”

Whenever he’s stressed, he buries his face in your neck, taking deep breaths. “I think I recharge when I’m with you,” he admits softly.

And when you’re upset? He cups your face in his hands, gently rubbing his thumb over your cheek. “Tell me what’s wrong, love. I’m here.”

Surprise Dates & Thoughtful Gestures 🌸💌

Boyfriend!Jake is the king of planning cute surprise dates. One day it’s a late-night drive with your favorite songs blasting, the next it’s a cozy movie night where he sets up a blanket fort just for the two of you.

He always remembers the little things—your coffee order, your favorite snack, the song you were obsessed with last week. “I saw this at the store and thought of you,” he says casually, handing you something small but meaningful.

When he’s away on tour, he leaves little notes for you to find. “I miss you already, but don’t forget to eat! Love you, sunshine.”

Over-the-Top Cheering & Boyfriend Pride 📢🏆

Boyfriend!Jake hypes you up for everything. Got a small achievement at work or school? He’s celebrating like you won an award. “MY BABY IS AMAZING!” he yells, throwing his hands in the air.

If you’re doing something simple, like cooking or playing a game, he still hypes you up. “LOOK AT YOU GO! You’re so talented, babe.”

He’s also the type to flex you to his friends. “Yeah, my girlfriend’s the best, obviously,” he brags, and he means every word.

Late-Night Talks & Deep Conversations 🌙💭

Boyfriend!Jake loves staying up late with you, just lying in bed and talking about everything—your dreams, your fears, your childhood memories.

“I wanna know everything about you,” he says, intertwining his fingers with yours. “Even the small things.”

Sometimes, he talks about his worries too, and you hold his hand tightly, reassuring him. “You don’t have to be strong all the time, Jake. I’m here for you too.”

And in that moment, he knows—he’s completely, hopelessly in love with you.

“I Love You” in a Million Different Ways 💖

Boyfriend!Jake doesn’t just say “I love you.” He shows it in a million little ways.

“Drive safe, text me when you get home.”

“Wear my hoodie, it looks cuter on you anyway.”

“Here, take my last bite. I know you love it.”

“I made you a playlist. Listen to it when you miss me.”

Every day with Jake is filled with warmth, laughter, and the soft kind of love that makes you feel at home.

Boyfriend!Jake totally gives off that super sweet, affectionate, and playful boyfriend energy! 🥹💛 He just seems like the type who would always hype you up, spoil you with love, and make sure you feel safe and appreciated. Plus, with how much he loves music and his goofy-yet-soft personality, I can totally imagine him randomly serenading you or getting all pouty when he's jealous.

[sixeyesonathiel]

omg hello I read ur free throws and figure drawings one shot and im still so in love w how u characterized him can we please get a pt 2 or sum headcannons ate athy 🥰🥰💗💓💝💘💞💕💖

AWWW THANK YOU SO MUCH ANON. yall have no idea how heartwarming it is to be complimented over my characterization of satoru <3 part 2 is highly possible someday!! but here's some FTAFD satoru headcanons for the mean time 😼🩷

highly recommend to read free throws & figure drawings first before reading this for the best experience <3

satoru isn’t just your multi-purpose muse & boyfriend. he is also your personal cheerleader now.

every time you finish a sketch, he’s leaning over your shoulder, gasping dramatically like it’s a masterpiece worthy of a museum. “holy shit, you’re a genius,” he says, even if it’s just a doodle of a coffee cup. he’s genuinely obsessed with your talent and brags about it to everyone.

he’s always got an arm around you—draped over your shoulders, slung around your waist, or just holding your hand like it’s second nature. you’ll be walking to class, and he’s tugging you closer, grinning like an idiot because he can’t stand being more than two inches apart.

you’re “sweetheart,” “lovey,” “honeybunch,” “starlight”—he cycles through them like he’s testing which one makes you blush the most. sometimes he throws in absurd ones like “my divine goddess of acrylics” just to see you roll your eyes.

your hoodie that doesn’t even fit him? his now. your pencil? he’s twirling it between his fingers during practice breaks, claiming it’s his “lucky charm.” he’ll give it back eventually, but only after he’s doodled a tiny heart on it.

he shows up with snacks, a new paintbrush, or some random trinket he “had to get” because it reminded him of you. “saw this and thought of your pretty face,” he says, tossing you a keychain shaped like a basketball with zero explanation.

he’s still got a knack for public declarations too. he’s yelling “that’s my girlfriend!” across the courtyard whenever you’re within earshot. you’re mortified, but he thrives on it, grinning like he’s won the lottery every time someone glances your way.late-night talks

he texts you at 2 a.m. with dumb questions like “do you think i’d look good with a paintbrush tattoo?” but it always turns into him rambling about how lucky he is to have you. you fall asleep to his voice humming through your phone.

he pokes your cheek when you’re focused, smirking as he says, “you’re too cute when you’re serious.” he knows it annoys you, but the way he leans in to kiss your pout afterward makes it impossible to stay mad.

he’s always showing off for you. at every game, he’s winking at you from the court, sinking shots and pointing at you like it’s all for your approval. “that one’s for you, babe,” he mouths, even if you’re trying to hide in the bleachers.

when he thinks you’re not looking, he watches you paint with this dopey, lovesick smile. his usual cockiness melts away, and he’s just a guy stupidly, hopelessly in love with you.

he always carries your stuff. your art supplies? he’s got them slung over his shoulder without asking, complaining loudly—“these weigh a ton, you owe me”—but he never lets you carry them yourself.

he kisses you everywhere. forehead, cheeks, nose, lips—he’s a menace about it. he’ll sneak one when you’re mid-sentence, laughing when you sputter, “satoru, i’m talking!” “yeah, but i needed that,” he shrugs.

he always checks on you. he texts you mid-day, “you eat yet?” and shows up with food if you say no. he’s an idiot about it, but it’s his way of showing he’s always thinking of you.

he drags you to the arcade because “you need a break,” then spends all his quarters trying to win you a stuffed animal. you end up with five because he refuses to lose.

he loves sleeping on you. he flops onto your lap after practice, whining about how tired he is, but really he just wants to feel your fingers in his hair. you complain, but he’s already snoring softly, clinging like a koala.

he is always proud of your achievements. when your art gets picked for an exhibition, he’s louder than you about it, dragging his teammates to see it and pointing at your work like, “that’s hers, i’m dating a legend.”

one night, he’s sprawled across your bed, half-asleep, muttering nonsense about basketball stats, when he suddenly rolls over, props himself up on his elbow, and looks at you like you hung the moon. “hey,” he whispers, voice all gravelly and warm, “if i ever stop being this stupid over you, just… kick me, okay?”

a/n : dunno if im doing this headcanon thing right it's my first time doing it XD

[eupheme]

ahhh I’m in love with the way you write oldman!logan! Lately I’ve been thinking about dom!logan bending his girl over his knee and giving her a couple spankings, and of course rewarding her for her good behavior later ;) love ur page so much!

oh! 😳💖 dom!old man logan has my heart and he for sure wouldn’t hesitate to put you over his knee - I love this so much!! I hope this little blurb did your idea justice because I am obsessed!! (and thank you so so much!! for the kind words and this awesome ask! 💕)

lessons | old man logan x f!reader

550 words | impact play, spanking, sub/dom vibes, teasing, begging, fingering

He can hear each sound that slips from you. Every gasp and whine. The sharp, inhaled breath you hold, with the twist of his wrist.

Bracing for impact.

If his eyes were to shut, he thinks he’d hear more. The hammering of your heart beneath your ribs, the creak of your fingers as they fist in the fabric of his trousers.

Feel more - the hot exhale of your breath, buried against his thigh. The shift of your knees as they inch wider.

Your scent rolls off you in waves. So much of him has diminished over the years - the once-sharp shine of his claws now dulled. That silver gleam now scuffed up, matted.

But not his senses. Helpless with the way you overwhelm him, all that want and desire building to a crescendo.

It’s supposed to be a punishment, and he can’t pretend it’s not torture.

“How many left?”

It’s more gruff than he means to be. Demanding - a hard edge to the words.

A breath, before you’re answering, “F-five.”

“And you got it through that head of yours?”

“Yes.”

The syllables draw out - the slightest flinch in anticipation, when his hand lifts from the armrest. The cool roll of his now-empty whisky glass against a cheek, the liquor now faded from his tongue.

Followed up the cup of a broad palm. The skin warm beneath, where he’s already begun. Ten, placed swiftly.

Resisting the urge to twist his wrist once more. Let his fingers drift against your seam, knowing they’d come back slick. Tilt his head down enough to drag his tongue against the glossy ring of condensation left against your skin.

But, you’d never learn that way.

“Good,” He rasps, “Gonna finish them out.”

Fingers curling, unable to help the slightest squeeze. You clench with your sigh, his thumb stroking skin just above where your leggings are tugged down, framing the pretty curve of your ass.

“Not gonna take it easy on you, just ‘cause you said yes.”

You nod. An arch to your back, as you breathe out a, “Thank you.”

His jaw ticks. A curse bitten back as his cock throbs, where it presses against his trousers - your hip rubbing against him each time you jolt forward.

It’s enough that his hand is swinging again. A sharp crack, punctuated by the gasp as the air is pushed from your lungs.

“Count ‘em, sweetheart.”

“Five.” You pant.

Then four. Then three, two. One.

Logan’s rougher than he needs to be. A real cry pulled on the last one, a punctuation to the lesson he’s certain you won’t soon forget.

Your thighs flex, where you’re bend over his knees. Eyes half-lidded and tear-rimmed, when your head turns - cheek pressed against a thigh.

His own admiring his work. Unable to help the drift of his hand, now. Thumb denting your skin, tugging.

“Please.” You squirm - always wanting, “Logan-”

His own name, whined out. None of the pretty names you call him, dripping with submission. Forgetting yourself with your need, and it does something to him.

He sinks into heat. Two fingers tucked together, burying between your slick thighs. Feeling how you give around him, a pitched-high moan that has the edge of his lips twitching.

Giving you what you need, once more. A reward, for how well you took him.

Because along with the rest -

Maybe he’s grown a little less patient over the years, as well.

thank you so much for reading! 💕

[kathlare]

hiii could u pls write some more lando/amelie smut i miss them haha

Hii!! 🫶 Thank you so much for the request! I’m happy to deliver, so here it is—more Lando/Amelie smut, just like you asked ✨ I hope you love it, and if you want anything else, just let me know! Always happy to write more for you 💖

sports car

Lando Norris x Amelie Dayman

Summary: In the electric atmosphere of Tokyo, a late-night drive turns into an unexpectedly intimate moment for Amelie and Lando.

Wordcount: 4.1 k

Warnings: smut

request over here!

April 9th, 2025 - Tokyo, Japan

liked by _edwardjones, ameliedayman, and others

lando: revin n ramen

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ameliedayman: I MISS JAPAN. I MISS THE RAMEN. I MISS THE PLUSHIE. I MISS YOU. → lando: @ameliedayman i’m literally on the sofa next to you

quadrant: ramen and romance 😎 → lando: @quadrant rebrand pending?

lanmelieditzz: HIM POSTING HER??? 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️ we’re so back

daymanfansunite: pic 7 ended world hunger i fear 😩❤️ → lanmelieupdates: @daymanfansunite like i saw the handholding and screamed irl

spicyricciardo: how is he real and dating THE Amelie Dayman like… huh → f1delulu: @spicyricciardo it’s the romcom we manifested y’all 😭💕

oscarpiastri: Still mad you beat me at the claw machine. You rigged it somehow. → lando: @oscarpiastri just better mate 😌 → ameliedayman: @oscarpiastri he screamed so loud the poor worker came out thinking something exploded 💀 → lando: @ameliedayman ok but you screamed when the animatronic blinked 😭 → oscarpiastri: @lando couples who scream together, stay together?

trackrat43: ngl i liked it better when it was just racing content 🙄 → lanfanriot: @trackrat43 k then go follow an F1 stats page and leave the soft launch king alone 🙄 → lovepapaya: @trackrat43 imagine being mad a guy’s happy and in love. go touch grass lmao

landoamesupdates: Honestly, this dump felt like a tiny documentary of their love story and I’m here sobbing in my soup 😭😭

maxfewtrell: Bro you in love love huh → landonorris: @maxfewtrell mind ur business → ameliedayman: @maxfewtrell he is 🥰 → maxfewtrell: @lando she answered FAST goddamn 💀

charles_leclerc: Why is there not a single photo of ME? → lando: @charles_leclerc you were napping every time we left the hotel

papayawhore: the photo of them walking hand in hand?? it's like a movie scene i’m gonna cry → amesnorrisstan: @papayawhore they’ve got that best friends turned lovers turned obsessed married couple energy → lanofan44: @papayawhore you can TELL they’ve known each other for years... they move like they’ve always belonged together → lovelymclaren: @papayawhore this relationship healed my childhood trauma tbh

lanandames4eva: THE WAY THEIR HANDS ARE LITERALLY INTERTWINED IN THAT WALKING PHOTO. LIKE FULL PALM TO PALM. THAT’S LOVE.

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The engine gave a low purr as Lando revved it gently, hands gripping the custom steering wheel of the Quadrant x Liberty Walk car like it was a living thing. The sun was starting to dip low in the Tokyo sky, casting long shadows across the neon-soaked streets. Amelie leaned her elbow on the open window, wind rushing through her hair, her phone abandoned in her lap. The city buzzed around them, but inside the car, everything felt like it belonged only to them.

—You’re such a menace— she said, voice soft but amused as she glanced sideways at him. —You really convinced me to go for a ride just so you could pretend you’re in Fast & Furious: Tokyo Drift.—

Lando grinned, downshifting with a cocky flick of his wrist. —I am drifting. In spirit. Look at this car, Ames. It deserves to be shown off before I give it back.—

Amelie let out a laugh, one of those quiet, head-shaking ones that made her nose scrunch. —You’re such a fucking nerd for this.—

—And you’re in love with that nerd, so who’s the real loser here?— he shot back, glancing at her with a wink.

God, he looked good. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, forearms flexing every time he shifted gears. His jaw looked unfairly sharp in the golden hour light, curls messy from his half-assed attempt to style them after their mukbang. And when he adjusted his grip on the gearstick again, something about the precision of it, the way he knew the car like the back of his hand… it did something to her. Something primal.

Amelie blinked once. Twice.

The rhythmic click of the gears, the focused set of his mouth, the almost sensual way he handled the clutch… it was unexpectedly intoxicating. They hadn't had a proper moment to themselves in what felt like ages, the whirlwind of the past few weeks – the Melbourne race, sponsor events, flying across continents – had left them both a little frayed around the edges. And touch-starved, apparently.

—Lan?— she began, her voice a little breathier than intended.

He hummed, eyes still on the road, expertly navigating the bustling Shibuya crossing as the light turned green. The car was a head-turner, even in a city as vibrant as Tokyo. People stopped to stare, phones held high. Lando seemed completely unfazed, a small, satisfied smirk playing on his lips.

—Yeah, Ames?— he replied, his voice calm amidst the controlled chaos of the traffic.

Amelie swallowed, her gaze fixed on his hand as it moved between the steering wheel and the gear stick. The casual expertise of it was doing things to her insides. —Could you… could you maybe pull over somewhere? Just for a second?—

Lando’s eyebrows flickered upwards, a hint of surprise in his eyes. He glanced at her, then back at the road. —Everything alright?—

—Yeah, yeah, everything’s fine— she rushed to assure him, a nervous flutter in her chest. —Just… I just wanted to…— She trailed off, unsure how to articulate the sudden, overwhelming urge to kiss him senseless.

He seemed to sense the shift in the air. A knowing glint appeared in his eyes. He didn’t say anything, just nodded slowly and started to ease the car into a less crowded side street, the vibrant neon signs reflecting in the car’s glossy paint. He finally found a spot tucked away between two brightly lit restaurants, the sounds of the city still a hum in the background but slightly muffled.

He turned off the engine, the sudden silence amplifying the sound of their breathing. He turned in his seat, facing her, a soft question in his gaze. —What’s up, cute thing?—

Amelie reached out, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw. He leaned into her touch, his eyes closing momentarily. —You’re driving me crazy— she whispered, her voice thick with something he recognized. Desire.

His eyes snapped open, a slow burn igniting in their depths. —Is that a complaint, Ames?—

She shook her head, her thumb now brushing against his lower lip. —Definitely not.—

And then she leaned in and kissed him.

It wasn’t a gentle kiss. It was urgent, desperate, a silent acknowledgment of the weeks of longing. Her hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, her body leaning across the center console. He met her intensity, his arms wrapping around her waist, pulling her until there was barely any space left between them.

The world outside the car faded away. There was only the taste of him, the feel of his hands on her, the frantic rhythm of their hearts beating in unison. It was a kiss that spoke of missed moments, of unspoken desires finally unleashed.

The kiss deepened, tongues tangling, a silent conversation passing between them that words couldn't capture. Amelie’s breath hitched when Lando’s hand slipped under her shirt, his fingers tracing the curve of her waist. A low groan escaped her lips.

He pulled back slightly, his eyes dark and searching. —Here, Ames? Really?— His voice was rough, a little breathless.

Amelie nodded, her forehead resting against his. —I don’t care. I just… I needed to touch you.—

Lando hesitated for a fraction of a second, a flicker of practicality crossing his features. —Someone could see us, though, baby.—

The reminder of their public life, the ever-present threat of prying eyes, was a small splash of cold water on their burning desire. Amelie sighed, pulling back a little. He was right. As much as she wanted to lose herself in him right there, the consequences of being caught in such a compromising position could be… messy.

—Okay, okay, you’re right— she murmured, her cheeks flushed. —But find somewhere… discreet. Please, Lan.—

A slow smile spread across his face, a predatory gleam in his eyes. —Discreet, you say?— He restarted the engine, the low rumble a sensual undercurrent to the charged atmosphere in the car. He expertly maneuvered the car out of the parking spot, his focus back on the road, but the air between them was thick with unspoken promises.

—There’s this little alleyway I know not too far from here— he said, his voice a low purr. —It’s usually pretty empty this time of night. Think we can make it that far, Ames?—

Amelie’s breath hitched. The implication hung heavy in the air. —Try and stop me— she whispered back, a thrill coursing through her.

He chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound that vibrated against her. —That’s what I like to hear.—

He drove with a newfound intensity, weaving through the Tokyo traffic with practiced ease. Amelie watched him, her earlier frustration melting away, replaced by a growing anticipation. The city lights blurred around them, the rumble of the engine a constant reminder of the possibilities that lay ahead.

They pulled into a narrow, dimly lit alleyway tucked behind a row of what looked like small workshops. The air was thick with the smell of exhaust fumes and something vaguely floral, maybe from a nearby restaurant. Lando cut the engine, plunging them into a relative darkness, broken only by the faint glow of distant streetlights.

He turned to her, his eyes gleaming in the dim light. —Well, Ames? Discreet enough for you?—

Amelie reached out, her hand finding his. She laced her fingers through his, her thumb tracing the back of his hand. —Perfect.—

The air crackled with unspoken desire. He leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear. —You have no idea how much I’ve wanted to do this in this car.—

A shiver ran down her spine. —Is that so?— she whispered back, her own hand now trailing up his arm.

—Ever since I started designing it— he admitted, his voice low and husky. —I always imagined…— He didn’t finish the sentence, but the implication was clear.

Amelie’s heart pounded in her chest. The confined space of the car, the secrecy of their hidden location, the raw desire that had been simmering beneath the surface for weeks – it all combined to create an almost unbearable tension.

She leaned in and kissed him again, this time with a slow, deliberate intensity. Her hands moved from his arm to his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath his shirt. He groaned softly, his hands finding their way to her hips, pulling her closer until she was straddling the center console, her knees pressing against the soft leather of his seat.

The kiss deepened, becoming more urgent, more demanding. Clothes became an obstacle, a frustrating barrier to the skin-on-skin contact they both craved. Impatience grew with each passing second.

Lando’s hands roamed freely, exploring the curves of her body, while Amelie’s fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, wanting to absorb every sensation. The sounds of their ragged breathing filled the small space, punctuated by soft moans and the rustle of fabric.

—Fuck, Ames— Lando breathed against her lips, his hands tightening on her hips. —You feel so good.—

Amelie moaned into the kiss, her own hands now fumbling with the buttons of his shirt. She needed to feel his skin against hers. —So do you, Lan— she gasped, finally managing to unbutton a few. Her fingers splayed against his chest, feeling the heat radiating from him, the rapid thump of his heart mirroring her own.

He pulled back slightly, his eyes dark with lust. —You know what I want to do to you right now, don’t you, little tease?— His voice was low and rough, sending shivers down her spine.

Amelie’s breath hitched. —Tell me— she whispered, her gaze locked on his.

—I want to taste you, Ames— he growled, his eyes dropping to her mouth. —Right here. Right now. Make you scream my name in this fucking car.—

Her core throbbed at his words. —Oh, God, Lando— she breathed, her grip tightening on his shoulders.

He didn’t wait any longer. His lips left hers and trailed down her neck, his tongue leaving a wet heat in its wake. Amelie arched her back, giving him better access, a soft whimper escaping her lips.

He continued his descent, his mouth finding the sensitive skin just below her ear. —You’re so fucking hot, Ames— he murmured against her skin, his breath warm and intoxicating. —So unbelievably hot.—

Amelie’s fingers tightened in his hair, pulling gently. —Lan… please…— she pleaded, her head falling back.

He lifted his head, his eyes blazing. —Please what, baby? Please let me keep tasting you? Please let me drive you absolutely wild?—

A shaky breath escaped her. —Yes— she whispered, her eyes half-closed. —Please.—

He smirked, a predatory gleam in his eyes. —Good girl.—

His attention shifted downwards again, his lips now tracing the curve of her collarbone. Amelie’s hands instinctively tightened on his shoulders as a wave of heat washed over her. The close confines of the car amplified every touch, every breath, every stolen moment.

Suddenly, Amelie shifted, a new urgency taking over. She reached down, her fingers fumbling with his belt buckle. Lando went still for a fraction of a second, a surprised gasp escaping his lips.

—What are you doing, you little firecracker?— he groaned, his hands instinctively moving to cover hers.

—I want you, Lan— she said, her voice husky and determined. —Now.—

He didn’t resist for long. His own hands joined hers, helping her with the stubborn buckle. The small space of the car suddenly felt even more intimate, the air thick with anticipation.

Once the barrier of his jeans was gone, Amelie reached out, her fingers finding him. He shuddered violently, a low growl rumbling in his chest.

—Fuck, Ames— he breathed, his head falling back against the headrest. —You have no idea what you’re doing to me.—

Amelie’s touch grew bolder, more confident. She knew exactly what she was doing. She had waited too long for this.

He continued his descent, his mouth finding the sensitive skin just below her ear. —You’re so fucking hot, Ames— he murmured against her skin, his breath warm and intoxicating. —So unbelievably hot.—

Amelie’s fingers tightened in his hair, pulling gently. —Lan… please…— she pleaded, her head falling back.

He lifted his head, his eyes blazing. —Please what, baby? Please let me keep tasting you? Please let me drive you absolutely wild?—

A shaky breath escaped her. —Yes— she whispered, her eyes half-closed. —Please.—

He smirked, a predatory gleam in his eyes. —Good girl.—

His attention shifted downwards again, his lips now tracing the curve of her collarbone. Amelie’s hands instinctively tightened on his shoulders as a wave of heat washed over her. The close confines of the car amplified every touch, every breath, every stolen moment.

Suddenly, Amelie shifted, a new urgency taking over. She reached down, her fingers fumbling with his belt buckle. Lando went still for a fraction of a second, a surprised gasp escaping his lips.

—What are you doing, you little firecracker?— he groaned, his hands instinctively moving to cover hers.

—I want you, Lan— she said, her voice husky and determined. —Now.—

He didn’t resist for long. His own hands joined hers, helping her with the stubborn buckle. The small space of the car suddenly felt even more intimate, the air thick with anticipation.

Once the barrier of his jeans was gone, Amelie reached out, her fingers finding him. He shuddered violently, a low growl rumbling in his chest.

—Fuck, Ames— he breathed, his head falling back against the headrest. —You have no idea what you’re doing to me.—

Amelie’s touch grew bolder, more confident. She knew exactly what she was doing. She had waited too long for this.

Lando’s hands found their way back to her body, his fingers slipping under the hem of her top, his touch sending electric shocks through her. They were both breathing heavily, the sounds mingling in the small space.

—Move the car, Lan— Amelie urged, her voice trembling. —Find somewhere… better.—

He groaned, his eyes still closed, lost in the sensations she was igniting within him. —I can barely think straight, Ames.—

—Please— she insisted, her touch becoming more insistent.

With a herculean effort, Lando pulled himself back from the brink. He took a deep, shuddering breath and reached for the ignition. The engine sputtered to life, the low rumble a stark contrast to the frantic energy inside the car.

He carefully put the car in gear, his hands surprisingly steady despite the tremors running through his body. He slowly pulled out of the alleyway, his eyes scanning the dimly lit streets for a more secluded spot. Amelie didn’t stop her ministrations, her touch driving him further to the edge.

—You’re going to make me crash, you little menace— he groaned, his voice tight with barely suppressed desire.

—Then pull over faster— she retorted, her movements becoming more frantic.

He spotted a darker, even narrower alleyway a block away, seemingly deserted. He quickly steered the car into it, cutting the engine again. The sudden silence was broken only by their ragged breathing and the soft sounds of Amelie’s ministrations.

—God, Ames— Lando gasped, his hands gripping the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles were white. —You feel… incredible.—

Amelie leaned closer, her lips brushing against his ear. —You feel pretty incredible yourself, Lan.—

And then, she couldn’t wait any longer. Her mouth closed over him, and Lando’s world exploded. He groaned, his head falling back against the seat, his hands releasing their death grip on the steering wheel to tangle in her hair.

The small confines of the car became their world, a haven of stolen pleasure. The sounds of their passion echoed softly in the narrow alleyway, a secret symphony only they could hear. Time ceased to exist, there was only the desperate need to touch, to taste, to feel.

Lando’s hips bucked involuntarily as Amelie’s ministrations grew more intense. He was so close, teetering on the edge of oblivion. He reached down, his hands finding her hips, guiding her, wanting to feel her closer, wanting to lose himself completely in the sensations she was so expertly eliciting.

—Ames… fuck…— he choked out, his body trembling.

Amelie continued, her focus solely on him. She could feel the tension building in his body, the raggedness of his breath. She wanted to drive him insane, wanted to feel him completely lose control.

And then, with a final, shuddering groan, he did. His body went rigid, his hands tightening on her hips as he poured himself into her mouth. Amelie held him close, savoring the moment, the intimacy of it.

When the tremors finally subsided, Lando leaned back against the seat, his chest heaving, his eyes still closed. Amelie lifted her head, her lips swollen and wet, a triumphant smile playing on her face.

Lando’s eyes fluttered open, a hazy, sated look in them. He reached out, his fingers gently tracing the curve of her cheek. —Mi amor…— he murmured, his voice still thick with passion. —You’re going to be the death of me, you know that, right?—

Amelie leaned down and kissed him softly on the lips. —And you love it, don’t you, Lan?— she whispered back, her own body still humming with the aftershocks of their encounter.

He chuckled, a low, rumbling sound. —Yeah, good girl, I bloody well do.— He reached out again, pulling her closer until she was straddling his lap, facing him. The close proximity sent another wave of heat through them both.

—Now— he said, his eyes dark and possessive as he looked up at her. —Let’s finish what we started, shall we?—

Amelie grinned, a wild, uninhibited expression that Lando adored. —Gladly.—

She shifted, positioning herself more comfortably on his lap. The close contact, even through their clothes, was enough to ignite the embers of their desire once more. Lando’s hands found her hips, guiding her, his thumbs pressing into the small of her back.

Lando groaned, his hands tightening on her hips. —Fuck, Amelie, you feel so good riding me like this.— He looked up at her, his eyes dark and intense. —You’re driving me absolutely insane, mi amor.—

Amelie leaned down, kissing his neck, her hands gripping his shoulders for balance. —That’s the point, isn’t it, Lan?— she whispered against his skin. —To drive each other crazy.—

He chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound. —You’re succeeding, believe me.— He shifted beneath her, his hands now sliding under her skirt, his fingers tracing the bare skin of her thighs. Amelie gasped, arching her back.

—Oh, God, Lando— she breathed, her head falling back. —Your hands…—

—You like that, good girl?— he murmured, his fingers now finding the edge of her panties. He slid them to the side with practiced ease. Amelie moaned, her hips rocking against his.

He positioned himself, his gaze locked with hers, a silent question in his eyes. Amelie nodded, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. Lando slid inside her, filling her completely. Amelie cried out, a mixture of pleasure and surprise.

The small confines of the car became their world once more, the soft leather seats molding around them as they moved together. The dimly lit alleyway outside faded into insignificance. There was only the feel of their bodies connected, the rhythm of their movements, the ragged sound of their breathing.

—Fuck, Ames— Lando groaned, his hands gripping her hips tightly as she rode him. —You feel so fucking tight, so good.—

Amelie buried her face in his neck, her own movements becoming more frantic. —You feel amazing, Lan— she gasped. —So hard… so deep…—

He bucked beneath her, his hips lifting to meet hers. —Ride me, mi amor— he urged, his voice thick with lust. —Ride me like you mean it.—

And she did. Amelie threw her head back, her hair cascading down her back, her movements becoming more urgent, more demanding. Lando groaned with each thrust, his hands roaming her body, exploring every curve and contour.

—You’re so beautiful— he breathed, his eyes never leaving hers. —So fucking beautiful.—

Amelie’s breath hitched. His words, combined with the intense pleasure coursing through her body, sent a wave of heat crashing over her. She leaned down and kissed him fiercely, their tongues tangling in a desperate dance.

The rhythm intensified, their movements becoming more frantic, more desperate. The air in the car grew thick with the scent of their arousal. Soft moans and gasps filled the small space, a testament to the raw, uninhibited passion they were sharing.

—Lando… I’m close— Amelie gasped, her body trembling.

—So am I, baby— he grunted, his grip tightening on her hips. —Just a little more… just a little more…—

And then, the world exploded. Waves of intense pleasure washed over Amelie, her body clenching around him. Lando groaned, his own release coming in powerful surges. They held each other tightly, their bodies shuddering with the force of their shared climax.

Finally, the tremors subsided. They lay tangled together, their breathing ragged, the silence in the alleyway broken only by the soft thumping of their hearts. Amelie rested her forehead against Lando’s, a small smile playing on her lips.

—Fuck, Lan— she whispered, still slightly breathless. —Car sex. You were right.—

Lando chuckled, a low, contented sound. He tightened his arms around her. —Told you, Ames. Always had a feeling about this car.— He kissed the top of her head. —Especially with you in it.—

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ameliedayman: ramen is my love language

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lanalikesyou: okay but the last pic??? we lost her to the simp side y’all → lanmeliecore: @lanalikesyou and she’s NEVER coming back 😭😭

quadrant: quadrant x romance collab incoming? 👀 → ameliedayman: @quadrant pls let me model every drop forever thanks

lando: you said ramen was your love language and then didn’t share a single bite. betrayal. → ameliedayman: @lando you LITERALLY stole my gyoza… shut up.

maxfewtrell: japan changed you huh → ameliedayman: @maxfewtrell you mean the ramen did? yes. yes it did.

elysiadayman: 17 snacks and not one saved for me? rude → ameliedayman: @elysiadayman you're getting a keychain and vibes, be grateful 💅

lanmelieupdates: the soft girlfriend energy is eatinggggg → 1popprincess: @lanmelieupdates her in quadrant merch while being hugged = serotonin

formulaamour: this is HER WAG ERA and i support it

mclarenwife: the umbrella pic?? she looks like an anime girl and i love her → ramen4lunch: @mclarenwife studio ghibli who?

hatersgetinlinexo: i’m sorry but she’s giving try hard now…

softestdayman: no one’s doing soft girl wag like her i fear → deluluwifey: @softestdayman i’d let her break my heart and Lando can drive over it too tbh

sukisleftsock: the building and flower pics are giving travel inspo

camerashylando: don’t let him cook. let HER cook. she’s the main event.

joshrichards: why wasn’t I invited to your noodle date 😭 → ameliedayman: @joshrichards bc last time you ate MY noodles and left 😒

mclaren.mami: her style?? her face?? her ramen obsession?? i get why he fell so fast 😭

daymansdelulu: everyone shut up i’m still stuck on THAT last pic 😭 → lanmelieupdates: @lanmelieupdates it’s giving domestic. it’s giving comfort. it’s giving “mine.”

chandlerkinney: you are the blueprint. also the girl in the blueprint. also the person designing the blueprint → ameliedayman: @chandlerkinney shut upppp i love you 😭

[soapsbaby]

Hi! Can I request silly horny autocorrect texting headcanons with 141 and whoever you wish to add? I couldn't stop laughing at Soap's "baby gorilla" so I hope my request is okay. Thank you! 🧡

Love your request! I couldn't really come up with enough autocorrect headcanons so I made more general texting ones! Hope you enjoy anyway mwah!

Summary: 141 + König silly texting headcanons Characters: Simon "Ghost" Riley, Johnny "Soap" Mactavish, John Price, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, König all in relation to the reader (some romantic, some friendly) Rating: slightest bit nsfw Word Count: 500ish

Simon

Simon texts you like he hates you all the time. One word answers, no emojis, no anything and then gets confused when you wonder whether he is mad at you. 

“Hey love, do you want me to get you something from the store while I’m there? love you!!” “no” “Simon, are you mad at me?” “no” “Promise?” “yes” 

He understands your point but he would rather be caught dead than use emojis

You have him saved in your phone with the ghost emoji as his name, he has you saved as your full legal name even though you’ve been dating for years now, just isn’t a big phone guy. 

Johnny

He types like he just slams his hand onto the keyboard and hopes for the best and there are more words with typos in his texts than there are ones without. Even autocorrect can’t save this man. 

He once, to your horror, told you about this “super cute rubber dick” he found at a store and how he’d bring it home to you so you’d have something to remember him by when he goes on missions. It took about an hour and him sending a picture until you realized he meant to say rubber duck. 

He’s been saved in your phone with the little duck emoji next to his name ever since.

Price

Old man texting all of the time. Does not understand memes (but laughs about them to make you happy), does not understand emojis and their meanings or any abbreviations. 

Is obsessed with the ability to send you gifs. You ask him a yes or no question? He won’t type it out, he’ll send you a gif of someone giving a thumbs up or of someone shaking their head.

If he gets the chance he will always prefer calling you over just texting.

Gaz

He makes typos all the damn time but god beware you ever mistype a single time because he will mock you for it until eternity. God beware the one time you told him you wanted to grab some food from “Windy’s” instead of “Wendy’s”. Now every time someone suggests to get takeout he’ll have this smug look on his face. “Oh, I think y/n would prefer Windy’s actually”.

Is the type to send you 6 minute voice memos about whatever he has been doing that day, get distracted halfway through and  then start the story over. 

Has like 7 hours of screen time on days that he isn’t at work. He’s the type to refuse to download tiktok and then scroll instagram reels for hours. 

König

He has German autocorrect on and it’s a mess. He can’t type to begin with but the autocorrect makes him borderline incoherent.

He is also a big user of emojis when it comes to texting you, he loves all of the smileys and hearts

“I am ging to the größere Story, do you nieder anything?” “Sorry what?” “Going to the Wal mart do you need any thing?” “No, thanks” “Ok Love you!!! 💕💞💖❤️”

Will send you pictures of everything that reminds him of you "Look at this flowers 😄💕"

[aurorawritestoescape]

THE HOODIE || Frankie Morales x reader

Word count: 430 words

Tw: 18+ mdni, smut, fluff, m!masturbation, Frankie’s vivid imagination and slight obsession with you

A/n: This blurb was inspired by this cute poll by @pedropascalito 💕 It’s my first time writing Frankie🥹 hope you’ll like it💖

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Frankie smells the hoodie discreetly when you give it back to him at the door of your house. You’ve been wearing it almost all night, having forgotten your jacket at home. Your date is over and you give him a kiss, chaste but so sweet and lovely that he can’t help but crave more. Yet he wishes you ‘good night’ and leaves. He knows that you’re not ready and he understands.

But Frankie’s just a man and you’re the most gorgeous person he’s ever met. On the way home at every red light he gets a whiff of you, grabbing the hoodie off the passenger seat. His lungs are full of your scent, flowery and sunny, sweet just like you.

With a trace of shame in his heart he adjusts himself. His body’s reaction to your scent on the hoodie is more and more obvious. He’s getting hard. Soon the shame gets washed over by desire, which overwhelms him, and Frankie rushes home, mad with lust.

As soon as he plops on the couch in his living room, he smells you off the hoodie again. A second later he’s clutching the piece of clothing close to his chest, while his other hand is wrapped around his stiff cock, which is already leaking and throbbing for you.

Frankie’s pumping it slowly at first, leaning down from time to time to smell you, and it’s so easy to imagine you on the couch next to him, the vision so vivid in his eyes. He sees your hand pleasuring him, sliding up and down his needy cock. He imagines you kissing him, his tongue brushing yours shyly at first and then feverishly, licking into your mouth, tasting the sweetness of the cotton candy that he bought for you at the fair. You’re perfect.

His hand is picking up the pace, and Frankie’s feeling bold— in his mind he sees you leaning down. Your lips… oh god! you pretty sweet lips. Soft, warm. Your lips are wrapped around his cock now. You’re sucking on the tip - tongue gliding around it like it’s the tastiest lollipop (his thumb is caressing the head) and the sensation paired with the vision throws him over the edge.

Frankie’s coming with a needy moan. Pearly white cum is shooting out of his slit, thick ropes landing on his big hand, his soft hairy belly, peeking out from under the tee. A few land on the hoodie.

Fuck! Not the hoodie! As soon as his balls stop twitching and his cock begins softening, Frankie hurries to the bathroom with it to clean off the cum stains. Careful not to wash you off.

He wants to save it. He wishes to fall asleep tonight enveloped in your lovely scent.

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Thank you for reading!💖🌺

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[dewitty1]

Fic Recs Wrap Up March 2025 (ノﾟ∀ﾟ)ノ⌒･*:.｡. .｡.:*･゜ﾟ･*☆

Maybe This Time by Hatsonhamburgers @hatsonhamburgers

Draco Malfoy has returned home from France after a five-year Potions Mastery study. He opens a shop in Knockturn Alley, is researching mental health treatments, and has a lovely flat all his own. The ire toward his name seems to have blown over, and he’s treated kindly by even those who were opposite of him in the war. His life feels so full, but he can’t ignore that he knows what’s missing: his old nemesis and obsession, Harry Potter. But something’s wrong with Harry. He seems to have had a complete breakdown after the war, and has spent the last five years trapped in time. Every day is the same, and every day, Draco makes amends to him. Potter seems to have lost himself to the trauma, and Draco wants to be the one to help him recover. But not all is what it seems, and Draco may need Harry just as much. Rec Post

The Power of Three by Queenie_Mab

 @mab-speaks

Harry has been seeing Luna, Mind Healer, for twelve years. Recently his repressed homosexuality resurfaces in a way that turns his world and his family upside down. Rec Post

My Little Berserker by Aelys_Althea @aelysalthea

Eighth year was supposed to be calm. Moderated. Peaceful, even. Draco returned to escape the chaos wrought upon his shambles of a life and Harry to flee the responsibility of a world that sees him as something greater than was truly possible. Hogwarts was a safe haven, right? At least it was until Hagrid comes up with the wonderful idea to introduce some additional members to the student body of the fluffier variety. Hagrid doesn’t do moderated - where’s the fun in that? Rec Post

More than Ruin’d Hopes shall Mourn. by jamie2109

Draco wasn’t entirely positive when he’d come to the awful conclusion that Potter had something tangible that made people love him. However, he was sure of the exact moment he realised he coveted that love enough to do something about it. Rec Post

Here are a few more fics I've read recently that y'all might like to check out as well!(੭ˊ͈ ꒵ˋ͈)੭. * ･ ｡ﾟ☆

Go Up to Gilead by dodgerkedavra @dodgerkedavra

The Aurors are Harry’s whole world—right up until he carries Draco Malfoy out of Azkaban in his arms. Harry can’t keep both, so he’s got to choose: forfeit the world, or forfeit his soul?

Among Ancient Pines by cambiodipolvere, only_the_heart_knows, Theartfulldodger @cambiodipolvere @onlytheheartknows @graymatters

Every day, Draco Malfoy tries. With every fiber of his being he tries. But he doesn’t much think about what he’s trying for. In his final term of Healer training, Draco is unfortunate enough to find himself on a plane, the only means of traveling to a small, magical town in rural Alaska. Years of hard work have culminated in an opportunity to work with an experimental wandmaker to study the intersection of Healing and wand theory. When Draco arrives, he doesn't find the wandmaker, but does find his apprentice, who happens to have ridiculously messy hair, a lightning bolt scar, and a definitely-not-charming smile. But Draco isn’t going to let Harry Potter get in the way of him becoming a successful medical researcher, even if Potter is stubborn, hot-tempered, reckless, surprisingly gentle, has bizarre taste in music, and likes to leave his shirts unbuttoned. How hard could the next few months be?

( •ॢ◡-ॢ)-♡ I hope you enjoy these fics as much as I have! Happy reading! xoxo Carey  (◍•ᴗ•◍)♡ ✧*💜💙💚💛❤💗💕💖

[latenightdaydreams]

Hi hi! Hope you don't mind that I have another request eheh... 🥲 I'd like to request smut with some build up before it, if you don't mind of course ^^; I've just been recently obsessed over those tropes of s/o(s) being apart for too long. And then thought of a reader who happens to be an intelligence officer working for KorTac. She and König aren't together yet per sé, more like have fallen for each other but never got to voice it out. Now, reader is chosen to carry out espionage against their enemy. However, it lasts for a year or two. Which is risky af. Anyway, those feelings they had for each other never left and they only grew within time. Plus they really miss each other hjshjs- And then when she finally comes back, cue the reunion. Cue the confession. Andddd cue whatever happens after that. Sorry if my request is more lengthier than before 😭 feel free to decline

So uh yes. That's basically it. Stay safe and take care of yourself 🫶 just gonna drop this gigantic special delivery package to this wonderful writer over here (you ofc) of... Oo what's this— BOOM. LOVE ✨💓💞💕💖✨

OMG this is such a sweet idea🥹 Never feel bad sending in a request! I love reading them and I love the challenge of bringing your idea to life! Thank you for all of the love you send my way, it is very appreciated and it makes my day to see your messages and comments! I hope you have a fantastic day and enjoy the story!

Reunion (fem)

MDNI🔞

Master List

>cw: fem/afab, p in v, oral

2.3k word count

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You stand in your room packing your suitcase as König sat at your desk chair. His eyes slowly going up and down your body, taking in how beautiful you look doing something so mundane. His mind flushed with thoughts of you, your mission, and his feelings. He has so much to say, but now isn’t the right time.

“Are you nervous Maus?” König bounces his foot nervously.

“I- no.” You lie. “It will be easy.”

“You’re definitely the best person for the job.”

You turn and smile at him. You want to say how much you’re going to miss him while you’re away. You’re aware that this mission will be long, maybe a year. It hurts your heart to think he might meet someone new while you’re away. What if you come back and he has a whole new life? A lot can change in that amount of time. Your heart sinks, but you continue to fake a smile for him.

You turn and face him. König looks up to meet your gaze, his pale blue eyes look sad behind his mask. The mask hiding the frown on his lips. He stands and walks to you, wrapping his arms around you in a tight hug.

“I’m going to miss you Maus,” he whispers as he rests his head on top of yours.

“I’ll miss you too.” You wrap your arms around him and hug him back. “Don’t forget about me.” You say with a giggle in your voice to hide the pain in that statement.

Your giggle doesn’t work because König notices. His arms tightening around you, “I could never forget you, y/n.”

König has the overwhelming want to lean down and kiss your soft lips, but he can’t. You two are just friends. Military code forcing him to shove his feelings for you aside to not cause any issues. Yet, underneath his uniform, he is just a man in love; desperate for a chance to touch you in a more intimate way and express his love for you. He settles for friendly hugs and breathing in your scent instead.

He pulls away from the hug and looks down at you. Your beautiful eyes looking back at him. His heart pounds in his chest, he is already starting to miss you and it hurts.

“I’ll carry your bag to the garage for you.” He says closing your suitcase and picking it up.

“Thank you, Kö.”

The last time you two see each other you spend 20 minutes hugging, breathing each other in. Words hanging on the tips of both your tongues, yet no one brave enough to cross that line. Both of your hearts break as you know this could be your last time together. All you can do is hope that life brings you both back together.

The mission went on longer than expected. Two years and seven months, König has been counting the days; marking off the calendar waiting for the day you finally return. The only sign that you’re alive is the intel that KorTac occasionally gets from you, but it’s been three months since the last message. He is use to a life of solitude, but without you he feels a new level of loneliness.

He walks past your room every day before returning to his own. Your room remains vacant, everything left exactly how you left it. Every night he looks at a photo of you he has tucked under his pillow, gently kissing it hoping you’ll return to him soon.

It was another day of mundane tasks and paper work for König. He sat at his desk with your file pulled up on his screen, your photo attached. He marks off another day from the calendar, another day without you.  Not even intel from you.

Around 12pm, König sits with his mask off, eating his lunch he packed for himself. He wonders where you are and if you’re safe. What if you’ve been captured and murdered or worse, fallen in love and decided to run off with the enemy. Being alone with his own thoughts is torture.

Just then there is a knock at his door. He rolls his eyes and lets out a sigh. He was in the middle of eating. Putting his sandwich down, he picks up a napkin and cleans his mouth before pulling his mask down over his face. Again, a knock.

“Alright, come in.” König says as he straightens himself out. He minimizes your file that he has still pulled up on the computer screen.

The door opens and closes, he looks up to see…you.

König’s jaw drops and he just sits there staring at you for a while, as if he can’t believe that you’re real and standing in front of him. You look just as beautiful as you did the day you left. Nothing has changed other than your hair being longer now, and it suits you.

You stand there quietly waiting for him to say something, do something. He just sits there looking at you in complete shock.

“Hey Kö,” you break the silence as you take a few steps closer.

Hearing the nickname, Kö, makes his heart flutter; only you and his mother have ever called him that. You’re really here. He isn’t hallucinating. It’s you. Quickly he stands to his feet and walks towards you, pulling you into a tight embrace. He takes a deep breath, breathing you in. He’s missed your scent so much these last few years, he had forgotten what you even smelled like. Forgotten just how perfect your warmth feels against his body.

Your arms quickly wrap around him, you’ve been dreaming of this moment for so long. Being away from König was harder than you thought it would be. Especially for almost three years, you weren’t sure if you’d be returning to the same man. Yet here he was. Your König. He waited for you.

König pulls away from the hug and moves his hands to grasp you face and turn your face so you can look into his eyes. His eyes glossy, tears threatening to fall. He doesn’t speak as he just looks at your face, taking in your beauty. He hasn’t seen you in the flesh for so long, it’s like he is seeing you again for the first time. His beautiful love.

Without thinking, König pulls his mask off; revealing his face to you for the first time ever. He leans down and gently presses his lips against yours; slowly out of fear of rejection, yet once your lips touch, you don’t pull back or turn away. You kiss back with even more passion, making König melt inside.  He grips your face a little tighter as he begins to kiss you harder, matching your passion.

Breaking away, he rests his head on yours, tears now falling down both of your faces.

“I was scared I would never see you again.” His voice breaks as he speaks to you.

“I know,” your breathing shutters.

He pulls away slightly as you look up at his face. You take in all of his features that have been hidden all these years of friendship. He’s…beautiful. You’ve thought of what he might be hiding all this time, it’s just scars. They only add to how attractive you see him.

“Kö, I’m in love with you.” The words flow out of your mouth as if it’s word vomit.

Your heart begins to pick up and you swallow hard, waiting for his response. Your hand reaching out to wipe tears away from his eyes as they fall.

“I’m in love with you too, y/n. I always have been.” His voice cracks.

He leans down and his lips meet yours again, his tongue licking your lips as they part to accept him. He lets out a soft moan as he tastes you for the first time. He’s wanted this for a long time, since the day you stayed behind with him after a failed mission. That was the day he fell in love with you.

His hands drop down to your waist as he begins to push up the hem of your shirt, his warm hands caressing your soft skin. You don’t stop him; your body has always craved him. You’re his now, in this moment, and forever. Slowly pulling away from your lips, his eyes drop down your body.

“Is this okay?” He seeks you consent before continuing. His hands continue to caress your waist, moving up slowly.

You nod your head, closing your eyes as his lips come back to meet yours. You continue to make out as his hands move up your body. He begins to pull you shirt up, breaking the kiss to take your shirt fully off. He looks down at your breasts cupped in your bra. He brings you closer to him as he can wrap his arms around you and unhook your bra. You let the bra drop from your body.

König quickly drops to his knees, his lips finding your breasts and kissing all over, his lips grazing over your nipples giving you chills. His hands fumble with the button of your pants as he undoes it. Pulling down your zipper, he looks up at you. His hands wrap around the top of your pants and pull them down with your underwear.

His eyes look at the soft bush between your legs before he kisses your stomach and hips. You lean back against the wall and he lifts one of your legs over his shoulder. Slowly he kisses down your thigh that’s resting on him. He finally begins to kiss the soft hair covering your sacred area. He takes a deep breath, taking in your scent completely. He has always wanted to be graced with the privilege of giving you pleasure, and here he is finally.

He sticks his tongue out and licks from the bottom to the top, his tongue making small circles over your clit. He can’t believe just how sweet you taste. The small moans leaving your lips mixed with the smell of your arousal making his cock rock hard in his cargos. He begins to suck lightly on your clit, flicking his tongue over it as he does. Your legs begin to tremble and jerk.

You look down at him as he eats you out, your fingers gently combing through his blonde hair. You could have never imagined that he would be this good as he begins to focus in on your clit. Legs shaking you moan out, calling his name. You feel a rush, a build up of pleasure.

Knowing that you’re about to cum, König keeps his rhythm. You push his face into your cunt, forcing him to only breathe in your sweet natural musk. His face covered in your arousal; he can’t take it anymore.

He moves your leg off of him gently as he stands up. He begins to quickly undo his belt and take his pants off. He pulls his shirt off, revealing his Greek god like body to you. You just look at him, in awe. The same way he looks at you.

You both stand there looking at each other’s bare bodies. König just can’t get enough of you. He walks closer to you and scoops you up in his arms. He walks to his desk chair with you. He sits slouched in the chair as you sit on his lap, your wet pussy rubbing against his erection. You lean in and kiss his lips as he moans softly feeling a tease of what your warmth will be like.

With no regard for safe sex, you lean forward, reaching down and grabbing his cock to guide it into your pussy. Once the tip squeezes in you both let out a harmonious moan. Your eyes studying his face as he is focused on watching you stretch around his cock.

Your hands on his shoulders for balance, you continue to sit down until König bottoms out inside of you. His hands squeezing the supple flesh of your thighs as he submits to you and lets you take control of your shared pleasure. Your tight cunt squeezing around him, breasts bouncing in his face as you move over him. His muscles flex as he assists you in your movements.

“Oh Scheiße, Maus. You feel so fucking good.” He moans out as his head falls back against the back of the chair; eyes closed. He has never felt this level of pleasure before with another partner. The sound of your wet cunt filling the space between your shared moans and panting.

“Kö,” you whimper out as your hands move to his chest, fingers digging deeply into his skin.

König opens his eyes and looks down at your cunt eagerly trying to milk him. A creamy white ring circling the base of his cock, and he can smell the sex in the air. He can’t hold on anymore. He wraps his arms around your abdomen and holds you close to him while he begins to quickly thrust up into you, his balls slapping against your ass. You begin to moan out loudly, definitely loud enough to be heard from the hallway, but he couldn’t care less.

“I-I’m going to- ah,” König couldn’t even speak as he begins to sweat from his rapid movements. His hands grasping your ass as he begins to roughly push you down on his cock. You can feel him throbbing deep inside of you as he cums. His cheeks turning slightly red from embracement of not lasting longer.

Your lips meet his with desperation as you both kiss. His hands still gripping you tightly as you rest on him, as if you might leave again if he lets go. Breaking the kiss you both look into each other’s eyes. One of his hands leaving your body and moving up to caress your face gently.

“Are you mine?” König sounding so submissive and gentle, a side no one ever sees of him.

“Of course.”