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18+ Minors dni

Bucky x f reader

Just a horny ass list with shit Bucky would do/ say he would say in bed depending on his mood. No plot. Just in each others ear like....

Warnings: Smut (Dom/sub themes, daddy kink, orgasm denial, lactation kink, pregnancy kink, breeding kink. So much dirty talking, Bucky’s filthy mouth is a warning)

Word count: 3.1k Also no one asked for this, I’m so sorry.

Needy/Subby Bucky - There are two versions of this Bucky.

Version 1

He slips into subspace when he’s had a difficult day; you take care of your soft needy baby when he gets like this. At first he doesn’t talk much; he just needs you to take control.

You’re soft with him, sucking him while he squeezes his eyes shit, whining and rocking his hips up chasing your mouth while you twirl your tongue around his sensitive tip.

“More? Please?” His voice comes out a whisper, moaning when you take him deeper. He wants to feel your pussy wrapped tightly around him so badly, he wants you to squeeze his cock until his cock is empty.

Sometimes he likes to have you on top while you bounce on him, milking him for all he worth but there are also times he likes to feel you under him. He loves the way your body wraps around him, your legs wrapped tightly around his waist, arms draped around his shoulders. His face is buried in the crook of your neck, whining and whimpering at the way you feel.

His arms wrap around you and he’s rocking and grinding his hips into you, clinging onto you, higher pitched desperate moans slipping through his lips.

He’s more vocal when he starts to get close, his lips by your ear. You never deny him but he’s begging anyway, so soft and needy, talking to himself at this point while you coo at him.

“Please, feels so good”

“M’so close, please?”

“M’so sensitive, it feels s’good”

“You make me feel so good y/n, wanna cum in you, please?”

“I-I can’t hold it baby, you’re making my cock throb”

“C-can I cum?” He’s looking at you with glassy eyes, “I want to cum, can I please?” He know you’ll let him cum when he wants, he just needs to beg, lost in how good you feel.

“Can I cum inside you?

“M’gonna cum, my cock feels good baby, it feels so good, oh God, I’m gonna cum”

He’s nearly sobbing into your shoulder when he cums, but he doesn’t stop moving. His movements have slowed to a glow grind, over stimulating himself because he doesn’t want to leave your warm body.

“I c-cumming y/n, you’re making me cum baby, h-hold me tighter please?”

Your legs around his waist squeeze him, you’re rubbing his back, trying to comfort him but he’s nuzzling deeper into you, moaning, his cock still hard.

“I can’t stop cumming baby, I can’t, make it stop” He’s still rutting into you, cum still slowly streaming from the tip, he just wants to cuddle with you now but the stress of his day is making it hard for him to relax. He’s getting restless, whining, unable stop his shallow thrusts.

“It’s too sensitive, cocks so hard, help me baby, too sensitive”

“M’sorry baby, making a mess all over you” He pouts at you, while you massage his scalp with your finger tips, kissing his face softly, telling him how perfect he is for you. He starts to relax, drained and exhausted. He’s cuddled up to your chest, clinging onto you. You kiss his head, pulling the sheets over you both, his cock still buried in you as he falls asleep.

Version 2

Then, there’s Sub Bucky when he’s being punished. He’s oblivious that women have been throwing themselves at him all night, smiling and laughing at things they say. But then he picks up on your tinge of jealousy. Instead of reeling it back, he decides to be a little shit just to rile you up because he wants what comes after.

Of course you know he was doing it on purpose. So you’ll give him what he wants. He’s been stripped of all his clothes, vibranium cuffs holding his wrists in place above his head, locked to the bed. His cheeks are flushed; sweat covering his body and you haven’t even touched him yet.

“Please touch my cock, please baby, please”

“Sh-shut up, you don’t deserve to cum- oh fuck yes!” You’re across from him, all your clothes thrown off, stuffing your fingers up yourself, shoving them in and out, your body squirming, back arching off the bed. Bucky’s hips are nearly lifting off the bed watching you pleasure yourself and he can’t take it.

“Oh fuck I’m so close” You smirk at how disheveled he looks, his cock throbbing against his abs.

“No! Don’t cum yet, let me make you cum y/n, please, just come touch me a little, my cock fucking hurts baby”

“Aww, it hurts?” You coo at him mockingly, stroking his cheek before smacking his cheek, your hand trailing down to pinch his nipples, making him cry out.

“M’so fucking hard for you, it hurts so fucking much, theres so much cum, cocks fucking swollen baby, I need you. Baby, m’sorry, just touch me, please, I need it, need it, I’ll be so good for you y/n”

“Go ahead, fuck one of those girls you were talking to” You growl, grabbing your vibrating wand, pressing it against his balls. “Go stuff your cock there”

“OH FUCK, FUCK AH- Pre cum is pooling around his stomach, his head thrown back, his legs spreading wider when you press the vibrator into him.

“Fuck them, I don’t want them, want you, please, my cock baby, I- please, its so fucking hard for you, I don’t get hard like this for anyone else, never thought of anyone else like that but you”

You roll your eyes, turning the vibrator up a notch while straddling his thigh, rubbing yourself on him.

“Get me off then, tell me how dirty and desperate you are for my pussy”

“Y-you have no idea baby, can’t go a single day without thinking about burying myself balls deep in you”

“I’ve cummed in my pants just thinking about you, your pretty lips on my cock, so so desperate for you y/n”

“Aww, are you a slut for me baby?”

“I’m you’re slut baby, your good boy, please just -fuck-

“Can’t control myself around you, touched myself the day I met you” He quietly confesses, remembering the way he moaned your name in the shower, feeling guilt and shame, only to cum thinking about you again minutes later in his bed.

“I dream about you baby, wake up every morning with a mess in the sheets, soaked in cum, dreaming about having you wrapped around me, end up humping the bed in my sleep”

You position yourself above him, rubbing his cock through your folds, teasing your entrance. He’s nearly thrashing on the bed, tugging at the cuffs, he needs some type of relief. You toss the vibrator away, smirking, slamming your hips down, taking is entire length all at once. Both of you crying out as you start to bounce on top of him.

“PLEA-OH FUCK- fuck thankyouthankyouthankyou yesyesyesYES OH GOD” His feet are planted and he’s thrusting up like his life depends on it. He can feel his cock throbbing ready to blow, and you pull off the second he’s about to cum.

“PLEASE LET ME CUM”

“M’so fucking close,

“I’m gona cu- FUCK PLEASE”

“Yes, baby yes, yes, yes, YES YE- NO, DON’T STOP-

“Y/n, y/n, y/n, m’begging you baby, it hurts” You’ve made yourself cum around his cock 3 times, finally deciding to give in to his pleas. The second you start riding him again, the sound proof walls do absolutely nothing for how loud he’s crying out.

“I’m a slut for you baby, such a fucking slut for you, I’m gonna blow baby, m’gonna make a fucking mess I can’t, I can’t, yes baby, yesss”

“OH GOD I’M GONNA CUM, BOUNCE ON MY COCK BABY PLEASE DON’T STOP”

“FUCK FUCK Y/N RIDE ME BABY, USE ME FUCKING USE ME”

“I-IM CU- AAH FUCKKKK”

He has tears streaking his face, his cock red from over stimulation. There’s cum everywhere. You uncuff him, getting up to get a damp cloth to help clean him. He whines in protest when you get up. You clean him off, pulling his head to rest on you after, making him look at you before you pull him in for a possessive kiss.

“You’re mine”

“You know I really love when you get jealous?”

“Shut up”

In love Bucky

Everything is soft and slow. Love making and nothing else. You’re caressing each other, making out while he thrusts in and out of you, showering you with how much he loves and adores you.

“You’re my angel babydoll”

“You’re so gorgeous angel, look at you, does it feel good baby?” You’re so lost in his sweetness, looking into his eyes while he laces his hands with yours. All you can do is moan while he claims your lips again with his, wrapping your legs tighter around his waist.

“Do I make you feel good baby? Tell me how good I make you feel babygirl” His eyes are nearly rolling back at the way you’re squeezing him, sucking and nibbling his ear while telling him how perfectly he stretches you, how much you love the way he feels, how much you’ve been craving him.

“How did I get so lucky baby? Miss you when you’re not with me”

“I love you so much” He’s picked up his pace a little, moving his hand to grip onto your waist, while he pushes into you, his lips brushing with yours as he pants feeling your walls start to flutter.

“Gonna cum baby, cum with me, please baby, fuck I love you”

“I need you baby, need you every day”

“Cum with me doll-fuck- so good, so fucking good baby”

He’s spilling into you, your tongues tangled together, moaning into each other. He lifts you in his arms to run a bath, cradling your body to his while you both relax in the hot water.

Dom/Jealous/Possessive Bucky

You’re his precious angel. But when someone gets too close to you, he’s marking and claiming you, reminding you that you’re all his. He’s torn off your clothes with his hands, grasping your jaw, pressing his fingers in, jaw clenching, glaring at you.

“You’re fucking mine. All mine” He’s sucking dark bruises on your neck, all the way up to your jaw and there’s no way he’s going to let you cover these.

“You’re a filthy little slut, you know that? But you’re my slut baby, can feel your panties already soaked for me”

“You gonna let daddy fill all your holes baby? Go on, get on your knees, open that pretty mouth of yours”

True to his word, he’s going to fill you till you’re stuffed and leaking with his cum. He leans against the wall, gathering your hair in a pony tail while you focus on pulling his cock out. The second your lips are on the tip, he shoves his length in, kissing the back of your throat.

“Choke on my cock baby, there you go, making a mess already angel, slobbering all over me like that”

“Use your tongue baby, you like daddy’s cock fucking your mouth like a flesh light?” All you can do is moan around his cock while he holds your head in place, thrusting in your mouth making you gag.

“You wanna taste daddy’s cum, hm? Ready to swallow my load baby? Take it baby, take it, take it fuck” You can feel his cock engorges in your mouth, shooting his load down your throat.

“Oh fuck, drink my cum angel, take my fucking cum” You swallow as much as you can, your mouth still stuffed with him, dribbles of cum slipping down your chin.

“Ready for more baby?”

Not even minutes later, his cock is standing tall again. He’s not asking. He doesn’t care for the bed when he’s like this. He takes you on the floor where he can toss you around like a ragdoll.

“Get that pretty ass up in the air for me, only I get to fuck you here, don’t I baby” The tip of his cock is prodding against your rim while he lubes up his fingers, spreading it all over his cock before shoving two fingers into you.

“Bet that guy wishes he could have you spread out like this with your ass up like a greedy little whore, hm? You’re so tight baby, tell me, have you ever let anyone else fuck you here?” You’re whining and shaking your head while he removes his fingers, lining his cock up with your ass. The tip breeches your hole and you’re screaming in pain and pleasure. He shoves his fingers into your mouth, grabbing your hair back with the other hand.

“Shhhh, suck on my fingers baby, good girl, good fucking girl”

“Your ass is something else baby, such a tight little hole desperate to be filled” You can feel the burn and stretch through your whole body, desperately trying to grab at nothing.

“Awww, is it too much for you baby?, does daddy’s fat cock hurt? It hurts baby?” He coos at you mockingly. Tears are streaming down your face, drooling all over his fingers while he continues to ram into you.

“M’so close, ass so tight around me baby, fuck I’m cumming”

He moves you over to the full length mirror in your room. He wants you to see him wreck you.

“Want you to watch baby, look at how gorgeous my angel looks full of my cock”

He’s kneeling behind you, pulling your back flush against his chest. He’s pushing his cock in your drenched soaked pussy, his metal arm snakes around your front to wrap around your neck while his other hand starts to circle your swollen clit.

“Bet you’d look even more beautiful with my babies in your belly” You’re already clenching down on him at his words, making him pick up his pace.

“Only I know how much of a slut you are, you want me to knock you up don’t you, you want all of daddy’s babies?!”

“This mouth, ass, pussy, your body, everything, you, you’re fucking mine. You’re mine babydoll, fuck, you make me so hard”

“Can feel you squeezing me, look at how fucking beautiful you look when you cum for me, you want me babies angel?”

“Take my fucking babies, take my cum, SHIT- such a fucking tight little pussy, TAKE IT FUCK”

Once he’s done, he’s massaging your body on the bed, rubbing your skin softly, pressing gentle kisses on your bruises. He’s whispering sweet nothings all night, cuddling and kissing you.

“You’re such a good girl for me doll”

“I love you”

Pregnancy kink Bucky

He was gentle initially, terrified to do anything but ever since he’s figured you won’t break, he’s fucking insatiable. He’s animalistic with you, all his primal urges are on over drive. You still have many weeks before your due date but you’re carrying his super soldier babies and they’re growing fast. You’re carrying his sweet beautiful babies, two angels in your tummy. He’s utterly in love with the way your body has changed. Your belly is so swollen and the more your babies grow, the more he wants to ruin you.

His hands are on the sides of your tummy, rubbing soft circles while he rails into you from behind. His balls are heavy, he’s already thinking about getting you pregnant again.

“God you’re so fucking full of me princess”

“I can’t wait to get you pregnant again after our babies are born, fuck, you’re such a pretty little mama, you know that?”

“You look beautiful carrying my babies angel, you gonna let me fill you again?

“Aww baby, did daddy give you too much of his cum, filled you up so well, put two babies in you”

There’s not a lot of movement when you’re on top. He has you on top so he can admire you while warming his cock; if he moves even the slightest, he will cum on the spot, you look so perfect on top of him. His hands are all over you, stroking your belly, squeezing your heavy breasts in his hands, pinching your nipples.

“Look at those pretty full tits baby, you’re gonna feed our babies so well”

“Fuck, don’t-shit-don’t move baby, you’ll make me cum if you do that”

For some reason, seeing you tired, grumpy and pouty makes him even more feral. He always means well, just wanting to take care of you but…

“Baby, you tired? Come here sweet heart” You huff, sitting in his lap while he starts to rub your tummy, soothing you. Your body is relaxed against him, loving the way he’s kissing your shoulders, cradling your baby bump. But then his hands start to travel down. He can’t resist dipping his hands into your panties, playing with your clit. He loves how extra sensitive you are, and he’s using every excuse he can think of, to make you cum.

“Shhh, just let me make you cum baby, it’ll help you sleep”

“It’ll help you relax, you need to relax, just sit down, let me do the work”

“Why you so grumpy mama, come here, let daddy take care of you”

It starts off sweet, hes rubbing your feet, making his way up to your calves. He always end up with his face between your legs minutes later, and it doesn’t matter where you are. Standing in the kitchen? He’s on his knees, under you dress. Making coffee? He has you on the counter. Watching tv? He’s laying on the couch, flicking his tongue over your sensitive clit.

When you start lactating, he’s acting like a starved man.

“Wanna give you all of my babies babydoll, keep these perfect swollen tits full of milk”

“You gonna let daddy have a taste? Let me drink from them baby, just let me taste a little, come on, please”

“You taste amazing mama, so fucking sweet, “He’s careful not to tug too harshly, always finding a way to gently suckle, lost in his own world, nothing else matters.

His favourite thing to do, more than anything else in the entire world (for now), is whispering sweet nothings to your baby bump while its just the two of you wrapped under the covers.

“I love you *kiss* and you *kiss* and you” He comes up to kiss you sweetly before resting his head on your tummy again while you softly stroke his hair.

“Good night angels”

“Good night my beautiful babydoll”

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xxblairexxss · 11 months

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Doudou (part 4, Charles’s ending)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Pairing : Charles Leclerc x reader / Lando Norris x reader

Theme : Angst / Fluff

My heart broke for Lando. I’m so sorry. :( I haven’t proofread!

After everything that happened last week, you went on with your life. You started working, met new colleagues, and it felt like you were onto the next stage in your life. You were no longer a student, dying to catch up on the submission deadline and somehow, you were really enjoying it.

But it felt like something was missing, or someone. Someone who would be among the first one to congratulate you on your exam result, someone who always accompanied you staying up late going through files of different cases, someone who became your wall to lean on when things got so stressful you were so close to give up.

You spent every night thinking about him, about you and him. Yes, what he did was horrible but you remembered that aside from what happened that night, he never raised his voice, never cursed at you. He had always treated you like a delicate, dainty piece of flower. It felt unfair to judge him and to keep on punishing him based one part, and ignoring all the admirable and meaningful things he did before and after what happened. After all, he was still an important person to you. However, you had realised that he was somewhat different. Yes, didn’t shout, he didn’t curse at you after that night but it felt like he was walking on an egg shell around you, as if he didn’t know how to act.

But then again, you didn’t know what you would do if he was the one who asked you to give him space in this matter. Like, how would you act when you couldn’t touch the person that you spent days and nights with like you always did. How would you act when you were so used to have them locked in your arms one night but couldn’t even touch them the next day.

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It was Wednesday night and you just had a long day at work. You skipped lunch because you got carried away and for some reason your social anxiety kicked in and you felt like these people would judge you to the core for trying to eat like a human being so now you were so famished you even had to chumble the chocolates that Charles gave you while waiting for your onion soup to simmer.

Speaking of Charles, you haven’t seen him after that night. New season is starting again in 2 weeks so he had been really busy going back and forth to Maranello but he never missed a call or text to check up on you.

And so was Lando.

“Oh my god, this new flavour is so good! What the heck did they put in this one?” You exclaimed and picked up the packaging to go through the ingredients. Somehow everything, anything was interesting to you at the moment. Your brain just needed to distract itself from thinking about how starving you were.

Then you heard a doorbell.

And you weren’t expecting anyone.

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“Hi, I was thinking if you want to have dinner with me? The food’s on me.” He lifted the paper bag with a restaurant’s name on it and it was your favourite restaurant.

“Oh my god! How did you know?”

“You mentioned it during our Lego session the other day I thought it would be too last minute to have dinner at the restaurant so I ordered takeouts.”

Lando insisted that he wanted to try your onion soup though you kept on saying no. You weren’t that bad in cooking but if you knew you weren’t cooking for yourself and that someone else would like to try it, you would have paid more attention to it instead of just sprinkle sparkle eye level everything.

“I don’t want to be held responsible if you get food poisoning.”

“That’s alright, I won’t die.”

“Your have a race next week!”

“We have reserved driver for a reason.”

You could never win against him. There you were, spending another night in sweatshirts and baggy pants with Lando,

and your onion soup.

Which was surprisingly good. Not as good as a Michelin star restaurant as Lando claimed it to be but good for someone who cooked it while munching on chocolates.

“Are you nervous? I mean, the new season.”

“Hm, not really. Kinda excited for it. I have been driving the virtual car for months now. A real, hands-on experience would kick up the adrenaline again.”

“I think….” You trailed off and bit on your lips.

“Yeah?” Lando took another bite of the onion soup.

“I think I’m gonna give Charles another chance. What do you think?” You lifted up your gaze and beam timidly at him, feeling embarrassed to talk about your relationship problem with another guy, a friend of your ex-boyfriend at that.

When Lando caught your gaze, he caught your eyes making the same twinkle that made him stunned. Talk about timing. The first time he saw it up-close, it made his heart flutter and lost at words. Now that he saw it again, it still made him lost at words, but his heart didn’t flutter, it was smashed to pieces.

When Lando didn’t reply, you were slightly taken aback. You thought he would get mad or criticise your decision so you dipped your head down and started playing with your fingers.

“I think….” His voice halted your movement but you still didn’t look at him in the eyes.

“I think you should do what you heart desires, Y/N. After all, I am not the one to control your life because it’s yours but whatever it was, I’m gonna be with you, always, as your friend.”

Lando realised he didn’t actually have a lot of time with you. He thought he did. He spent half of the time loving you and the other half hiding how much he loved you.

“I’ll take back my Lego set with me, yeah?”

“I thought we were gonna finish it together?”

I don’t think there’s anymore chances for me to get to know you more so I don’t need it anymore was what Lando wanted to say.

“No, Y/N. We ran out of time. I ran out of time. The season is starting soon and I’m gonna start flying here there, remember? It’s okay, I won’t do it alone. I’ll bring it back and we can get it done together. Promise.”

One promise is made out of lie.

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Charles had called you a few days after, telling you to get dressed and he was gonna pick you up at 8. He didn’t tell you the occasion, he didn’t tell you the details and here you were, in a fancy restaurant with all candle lights and fancy music in the background.

You weren’t sure if he had asked the restaurant for a privacy set up or this was how they set up the theme for their restaurant but your table was separated by a door or more like a room where the waiter would shut the door every time they walked in and out through the full-course dinner, leaving both of you all alone in your comfort space. There was also like a glass doors which opened on to a balcony with a view of Monaco at night.

Charles had asked you to head out to the balcony after dessert and you were so glad that you agreed to it. He was so good-looking, the luminesce coming from the moon and street lights made his green eyes looked as if they were glowing which made him looked so, do much more attractive.

“Thank you. I mean, I never thought you would go this far just to celebrate my first job.” You took the first words. It was peaceful, not peaceful as in no other sound. There was still sound of cars passing by, the shallow voices from people in the street and the faint sound of music coming from the nearby clubs.

“I had it plan for a while but I didn’t have any free time to carry on with it so I’m like 2 weeks late. I’m sorry.”

“I don’t mind. I really really appreciate it, Charles. Thank you so much.” You stepped closer and placed your hands on his chest and they moved to the rhythm of his breathing. “Let’s give us another chance.”

Charles’s green eyes are now locked on yours but he looked like he needed you to say it again.

“Let’s give us another chance.”

Then you could see the ends of his mouth lifted into a curve, the dimples line that you used trace looking deeper as he pulled you closer by your waist. His eyes studied your face as if he was looking for the sincerity and genuineness to make sure what he heard was indeed real.

“Are you being serious?”

“Yeah! Do you…want to?”

You didn’t know if he nodded to your question or if he even replied to your question but youfelt Charles’s lips on yours and it sent a tingling sensation ran through your body. God, you missed him so much. The kiss was full of gentle urgency, you felt his hand cupped on your face as he deepened the kiss. There was nothing else mattered to you at the moment, there was no fear or worries, no past. You just felt this pure, unconstrained and overwhelming passion that reminded you back that it was him, all this time and it would always be him. The kiss ended only when both of you ran out of breath but instead of pulling away, he leaned his forehead against yours and closed him eyes when you began stroking on his cheek.

“I was scared that if I ever stumbled around you again, you would slip off my fingers and I can’t go through that feeling of having no contact with you, not being able to tell you about my accomplishments or failures all over again. I have been living in a constant terror these past few months it’s frightening—“

“I knew, Charles. I knew. I saw the way you being all restless and fidgeting around me, I saw you scanned my face as if you were seeking for my approval before you could touch me. You slipped off once and you made a mistake but we are all learning, aren’t we? None of us knew exactly what love is, none of us knew how relationship worked but look at us now. It’s okay to make mistakes, I want you to be yourself, be comfortable around me like you always did. We’ll figure things out together and I want you to be with me throughout the journey in my life, in our lives. Promise me that you’ll never push me away, talk to me when things get too hard for you, please?”

“Promise. I love you, doudou. All ways, always.”

And one promise is made out of hope.

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“Hi, Y/N.”

“Hi, Lando!” You squealed in excitement to the phone as soon as he picked it up.

“I’m assuming things go well between you and Charles?” You had texted him last night that you were excited and scared but he had assured you that you had nothing to worry because he knew Charles, and he knew you.

“Yeah! We made up and he was so happy and I was so happy too I cried last night and he almost cried—“

And Lando stayed on the phone, every words you said felt like it was piercing on his heart but hearing your voice, knowing you were triumphantly joyful felt like the wound in his heart healed instantly,

and then he remembered that you were talking about Charles, and he felt his heart bled, again but almost instantly, over and over, the sound of your joyful laugh through the phone healed the wound, again.

Lando knows he will never be him, but you will always be her.

“Perhaps in another life, I could be the first one to teach you about friendships, about relationships, perhaps I could be the first guy to hold your hand, the first guy to kiss you and the first guy to break your heart. Perhaps by then, you would choose me over him.”

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yunirgo · 2 months

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steve harrington x fem!reader ; fluff/comfort(?)

tw: mentions of food, reader doesn’t want to eat and is struggling a bit with self image, bad writing (sorry), pretty self indulgent

“you have to eat something, honey,” he insists.

“i’m not hungry steve,” you insist back.

steve noticed how you’ve been reluctant to eat lately. at first it was you turning down snacks he’d offer, then you started eating a meal a day.

today though, you haven’t had anything to eat and it was already nighttime. to say he was worried was definitely an understatement.

“babe, you haven’t eaten anything all day! that’s not good for you, you know that,” you try to not roll your eyes, but aren’t very successful. “look, if you at least eat a toast i’ll leave you alone, i promise.”

“steve, i’m not hungry. i’m not not eating because i don’t want to, i’m just not hungry,” tears well up in your eyes. you weren’t lying, not entirely anyway.

you’d looked in the mirror the other day and weren’t that pleased with your body, which made your appetite vanish. you’d tried to eat something for your own good, but the thought of food made you feel uneasy, guilty even. and the fact that you’d been having a lot of snacks and food the past week didn’t make it any easier. it was like your own body was punishing you for eating so much to the point of forbidding you to have some food.

a heavy sigh escapes his lips, followed by his hand pushing his hair back. steve leans over the kitchen counter, his arms crossed in front of his chest. “i’m not letting you go to sleep without eating something first.”

“stevie-“

“y/n, please. just a toast, okay? so i can feel at peace knowing you have something in your system. what do you say?” and he has the audacity of using those stupid puppy eyes to convince you. what an asshole.

a good thirty seconds pass when you finally cave in. “i hate you,” and that smile, god, it makes you want to eat all of the toasts in the whole fucking galaxy if it means seeing him grin like that for the rest of your life.

“and i love you. i’ll even put on lots of that butter you like, baby. just sit there and let me be your cook for the night, yeah?” he kisses your head and starts working on your little meal. you watch him move around the kitchen, his arm flexing when he reaches up to the cabinet for a plate, his tongue sticking out when he spreads the butter on the toast; it makes you feel loved and cared for. “here you go. one golden, buttery toast for the prettiest girl in the whole world,” the boy smiles, pearly whites in full display for you.

“i’m still mad at you,” it was a lie, both of you are fully aware of it.

“i can handle that. now eat,” after staring at it, you finally take a bite of the toasted bread in front of you. the taste of melted butter makes you feel better instantly. you practically inhale the toast without noticing. it definitely wakes up your appetite. “good job, baby.”

“oh god, im so hungry now,” you say with a whine.

“well, you’re in luck because your favorite chef in the whole world will be very happy to feed you,” and he does. he prepares something small. not much to not scare you, but enough to feed you properly. you eat his food with content hums here and there and he watches you with satisfaction. “you know, you shouldn’t feel guilty about wanting to eat. it’s your body trying to keep you alive,” he comments once you’ve finished your food, pushing a hair strand behind your ear.

“i know… i just- i feel gross about it sometimes, having to eat. i know i shouldn’t feel guilty, but i can’t help it,” steve, the sweetheart he is, pulls you to his chest and leaves a kiss at the top of your head.

“i know, honey. i’m sorry,” he starts swaying side to side, your ear right by his heart. his heartbeat calms yours. “it makes me really sad to see you struggle with that, but i will always be here to remind you that it’s completely normal and okay to feel hungry and eat. maybe eating together can help. i love watching you eat” you look up at him; he looks down at you, both melting at the love in each others’ gaze.

“you’re really weird, but i really love you, you know?”

“mhmm, i love you more”.

a/n: i get a lot of these little episodes and my best friend is the one who reminds me it’s just my body doing its job and that i shouldn’t feel guilty for being hungry or eating. i know it’s not easy dealing with it, but if you go through this too and ever need someone to talk to, i’m here for you<3 remember you’re perfect just the way you are!

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nokiatelava · 7 months

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✿✿Orange Moon✿✿

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Author’s Note - HEHEHEHAHAHA! HI YALL!! I feel like im on a literal rollll, i started writing this RIGHT AFTER Moonlight! But this is like a part three-ish to this little Awpxey series!!! If you guys want anything more to do with him girl don’t be shy to hit up my inboxxx! I actually have to check if it even works but regardless! Enjoy this please!

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Summary - It is now early in the morning, the morning after you had snuck out. You are now stuck in between how to explain to your parents why you had left and never returned, and why you now have a boy with you, courting you, following you 24/7, and asking for your family’s blessing!

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Warnings - nothing to crazy?, cuddling, kissing, teen romance, fluffy stuff, courting, relationship establishments, very worried parents, worried family, parent talk, jake still coming to terms reader’s growing up, mentions of mating, boyfriend vs family tension, happy family moments, family dinner, meeting parents (yes already), overprotective family

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A sudden loud chirp was what had woken you up from your peaceful slumber. Your ears folding down in a slight annoyance as you were so groggy.

You sighed tiredly, your nose stuffy and congested from your sleep. Your body felt so warm, you thought it was from the atmosphere of the cave.

Until, you felt the cool breath of someone from behind you.

You froze.

Who is that?

You had felt relieved once you remembered it was just Awpxey.

What left that relief short lived was the fact you had fallen asleep here, in this cave, all through the night, with Awpxey, exchanging kisses throughout the night, and you still haven’t said a thing to your parents. I mean how were you supposed to talk to them?

You were not home. And you were not going to wake them up in the middle of the night over the fact you couldn’t sleep.

But now you wish you had left some type of note. You were scared to return home. Gosh your parents are not going to be happy.

You knew that as soon as you walk through that hut entrance, your ass is as good as grass.

You’re done for. You’re gonna be on the worst punishments ever. This would be your first and very last time sneaking out.

If you even make it out of this, alive.

Awpxey’s head stirring had brought you back to reality, a deep sigh coming from his stuffy nose too.

You had stood up abruptly, your back weirdly warm due to his chest. But that was the last thing on your mind.

Guilt set in your stomach as you seen how he jerked due to your quick removal. He sat up, rubbing his eyes as he was trying to look at you but rub that itch out his eyes.

“Y/n?” Oh god… His morning voice was beyond fine.

“A-Awpxey… We-uhm, we fell asleep here. I have to get home, and I’m probably gonna be in trouble.” You ramble on nervously. When you looked down towards him to see why he was so quiet you found him already looking at you, a soft smile adorning his lips.

Awpxey proposed his idea. “Why don’t we go wash up first? Then I’ll walk you to your hut, and say it’s my fault you left and never went back in the first please, yeah?”

“No. No, that’s not fair for you to just take the blame lime that. I cant do that to you.”

“I’m doing it to myself, actually.”

Gosh when did everybody just start becoming such smartasses?

“Okay then, smartass. Since you know everything, fine then. You can do whatever you want. I don’t care.” You grumbled as you crossed your arms over your chest.

He smiled at you teasingly from the floor before standing and stretching. A yawn spread across your mouth as you heard his back crack.

You were caught off guard when Awpxey was just then in front of you, and pecked your lips.

You covered your mouth with both your hands in shock. His name coming muffled from behind your hands.

He stared at you confused, his head tilted as the skin of his eyebrow was raised on one side.

“You kissed me before I even washed my mouth!” You exclaim, your shock seemed so foreign to him, why was it so important.

Your mood felt more sour once you heard that familiar laugh. He was laughing at you, in your face. His head thrown pack with one hand slapped over his stomach kind of laugh.

“Boys are unsalvageable.” You mutter the comment to yourself, or at least it was supposed to be to yourself. In your daze of being annoyed at the fact Awpxey laughed at you, you didn’t notice when he had stopped.

Hands were suddenly around your waist from your front, scaring you. And there Awpxey was standing in all his glory, his tall stature hanging over you.

“What’s that supposed to mean, sevin?” You eyes widen at the question, and at the fact he had called you pretty.

There wasn’t must time to dwell on it before he smashed his lips against yours. His hands gently holding your waist, giving it four small squeezes.

Your hands soon moved up towards his shoulders, your arms wrapping behind his neck, deepening the kiss.

The kiss lasted for almost a good minute, before you realized neither of you had washed your mouths.

“Awpxey! That’s the second time!” You jump back after you separate from the kiss.

“What are you, a germaphobe or something?” He asked mockingly while rolling his eyes. You turned back to glare at him while you exited the cave.

You were glad there was a river close to where the cave was located as you submerged yourself knee-deep into the cool water.

It helped cool down your hot skin, so you had given in to your urge and went completely underwater.

The cold water enveloped you, your hair, your clothes, your jewelry, your whole body.

When you resurfaced, a small pant evident in your chest, you turned around to see Awpxey around shoulder deep into the water.

You swam towards him, catching his attention quick. A smile on both of your faces.

“Have you washed your mouth?” He asked matter-of-factly. And you responded just the same.

“Yes I have, have you?” You were expectant for his answer as what you wanted to say was on the tip of your tongue.

“I sure did.” He said with so much confidence.

“Hard to believe…” You mutter out purposely, hoping to get under his skin. Which you had.

“What did you say?” He leaned forward to you, turning his head to point his ear at you.

You placed your mouth right in front of his ear, speaking decibels louder. “Hard to believe.”

Awpxey moved back, shock on his face. “I’m offended Y/n.” He placed his hand on his chest.

“That’s okay.” You shrugged, a smile breaking out on your face.

“You’re so mean to me, makes me wanna kiss you.” You froze at his words.

“What?” You say blindly, shock written all over you.

“You heard me. Didn’t you?” He wasn’t be serious was he? He’s just trying to bother you for bothering him that’s all.

Yeah. That’s all.

But it wasn’t when he put his index finger under your chin, lifting your head so you look back up to his face.

“I said I wanna kiss you. Can I?”

You were speechless. Not really knowing what to say back to him, but you blindly nodded anyways.

“Can I hear you say it? I gotta know you’re functioning Y/n.”

Oh Eywa.

Somebody needs to come get this man.

“F-fine. You can kiss me.” You grumbled.

“Good.” Awpxey said with a smile.

His lips then connected with yours, his hands holding the sides of your face gently as the kiss deepened.

Your hands held onto his biceps, your legs felt weak under the water. His arms were working as your extra support.

You have never felt anything more intimate in your whole life.

This is what true love felt like.

This must be what your parents feel like, your grandparents. Your grandfather who you were never able to meet.

And the many generations before that. They had all felt true love. They all had their own intimate moments such as this. You’re experiencing that moment, right now.

“Awpxey.” You said breathlessly. He felt this way too right?

“Y/n.” His voice was so soft, it was smooth and sultry. A tone like no other.

“I want to ask you something, Y/n. If you don’t have a problem with that.”

You nodded, “it’s fine Awpxey, you can ask me.”

“Come,” he beckoned, “I want to ask you while sitting down somewhere.”

You nodded, following him out the water. You watched starstruck as water cascaded down his back. Going through and then out of the crevices and dips from his muscles.

Eywa took her time on him.

Before you knew it you were sat on a patch of grass not far from the river, Awpxey next to you.

“What was it you wanted to ask me Awpxey?” You didn’t want to rush him, your parents the last thing on your mind right now.

He took a deep breath, settling his nerves before he spoke.

“I want to start courting you.”

You did everything to stay still and to just look and listen so your body language didn’t send any of the wrong signs.

You gave a small smile and a nod as you noticed he had more to say.

Awpxey turned more towards you, grabbing your hand. Fidgeting with your fingers and the rings you wore, along with your bracelets.

“This is why I want to court you.” He starts.

“You read me so well, you read everybody so well. You notice the little things and always want to help!” You nod, letting him know that he has your full attention and that you’re listening to him.

“You’re so sweet, and kind, and beautiful. You can make anybody happy. You light up rooms when you walk in and your smile brightens everyone’s day. The elders love you since you are so kind. You’re humble! And they love that, I know I do.” You laugh at his small comment, trying not to cry at his sweet words.

“And the children.. The classes that you teach you can hear them when they talk to their parents, just raving about just how amazing you are, and how you’re so interactive and I just love you.” Your eyes widen.

“I love you. And I want to show it by courting you. So, I am asking for your permission. Y/n te Sulli Neytiri’ite, may I, Awpxey te Relongtai Puo’itan, court you?”

Your eyes well with tears. His words were so heartfelt. No one had ever said they loved you but your own family. To hear it from somebody else in that way caused this feeling in your chest that was so foreign and unexplainable you didn’t know what to do.

But you did know that you loved him, you loved Awpxey. So you nodded. You nodded accepting his request to court you.

“Y-Yes Awpxey. You can court me.” You wiped your tears as you laughed, feeling a bit embarrassed at your reaction.

He tackled you into a hug. Holding you tightly before his whispered a small ‘thank you’ into your ear.

“Does that mean we’re boyfriend and girlfriend now?” You asked into his shoulder.

“I guess so, but that’s only if you want to.”

“Then I guess we’re boyfriend and girlfriend.”

You both laid there, together. Enjoying your moment, until your eyes widened, realizing that you are still out here and your family has no idea where you are.

“Oh my god Awpxey!” You exclaimed, rushing to get up.

“What? What happened?” He got up just as frantically as you had.

“I have to go home! I haven’t went home, oh my god! Awpxey I’m gonna be in so much trouble! Oh my gosh, oh my gosh.”

Awpxey was quick to be at your side, holding your shoulders to calm you down.

“It’s gonna be okay. Everything’s gonna be okay, okay? Like I said earlier, I’ll take the blame. I’ll say it was apart of my plan when I was asking to court you, alright?”

You shook your head, “I can’t allow you to get in trouble like that! I’m not doing that to you!”

You were refusing, you know how your parents could get, you did not need the only man who had shown you true love and interest in you, to be chased away by your parents who are borderline-psychotic.

“Please Awpxey, I can’t lose you.” Your eyes had gotten teary again. And that’s when Awpxey realized how serious this was to you.

“Okay Y/n, okay. We’ll figure something out, I promise.” Awpxey pulled you to his chest, brushing your hair back from your face.

“I’m just gonna tell the truth… My mother always told me that the truth sets you free, so I’m gonna say what really happened.” You were dead set on not letting Awpxey lie for you. And he could see that, so he nodded, not wanting to upset you further.

“If that’s what you wanna do Y/n, you can do that. You know your family better than I do, you know their morals and what they believe.” Awpxey still held you, his chin resting on your head.

“We should go now…” You whispered meekly. “Go and get it over with.” There was an apology at the tip of your tongue. But you wanted to hold it, just in case you might really need to say it later.

“Okay, let’s go Y/n.” Awpxey held your hand the whole way. He talked to you and helped you take your mind off things for quite a bit.

You then realized that you were at the point where you would need your ikran to go back to High Camp.

“Awpxey, we need our Ikran now.. To go back.” You had gotten sad at even the thought of returning. You were scared to see how your parents would react.

Awpxey agreed, and had noticed your hesitation, so he placed his hand on your shoulder, rubbing it gently.

When you both had finished calling your ikran, and they had both arrived, you mounted them. Riding back to your home located in the Hallelujah Mountains.

Once you were there, and had landed your ikran, the amount of anxiety and trepidation inside your stomach was unreal.

As you two walked close to where your hut was you had stopped, shaking your head.

“Y/n? What’s wrong?”

“I can’t go in there Awpxey. I can’t go in there. They’re going to be so mad at me, so disappointed I can’t do this. I can’t, I really can’t.” You rambled out, your breath shortening as you panted.

“Y/n. Y/n, you need to focus. Okay? Look at me. Y/n look at me please.” Your eyes flickered to his. “You can do this, okay? Don’t ever say you can’t. Got it?”

“G-got it.” You nodded. “I-I’m going to go now, I want you to stay out here though Awpxey. I don’t.. I don’t want them to act different if you’re in there, okay?”

He nodded immediately, understanding your situation. “I got it Y/n. If anything, absolutely anything happens, come look for me. I’ll most likely be in my hut with my parents, okay?” You smiled.

“Okay Awpxey.” You hugged him, hugged him tight to savor his body warmth because you had no idea if that was going to be your last time seeing him.

“You’re going to be okay Y/n, go. I promise.” Yo nodded, waving goodbye to him before walking towards your hut.

You walked slow, your footsteps light as to not aware anybody in the hut.

When you had finally approached the entrance, walking through it slowly, your chest heavy and your mind hazy you stopped.

All heads turned to you quickly, your parents the first to stand. They rushed towards you, both exclaiming, “Y/n!” As they ran.

Your father grabbed you, turning you around and examining your body for any injuries, he had obviously, found none.

Your mother held your hand, pulling your head to her chest as she cried tears of joy at the fact you had come home, safe, and with no injuries.

“Where have you been ma’ite? We were all so worried for you!”

“I-I’m okay mom, I swear. This is a really, really big misunderstanding.” You held your hands out.

“Misunderstanding?” You dad echoed.

“Yes, misunderstanding. I want to explain you guys what happened first before you ask me anything though, okay?” Your parents nodded, they had beckoned your siblings out, though they protested as they wanted to see you too.

Your parents gave them the promise that they will see you later.

Awpxey watched from afar as he seen all your siblings walk out the hut, incoherent protests leaving their mouths.

‘Shit.’

Once they were all gone, and your father checked the area to see that they were really gone, you all sat at the table.

As your parents faced you, you fidgeted with your jewelry, scared to even look them in the face.

“Ma’ite? What happened? Why were you gone for so long?” Your mother asked. That’s when you finally looked up.

“I-It’s a little bit of a long story? I’m going to explain everything though.” Your father nodded, giving you his undivided attention.

“Last night, I could not fall asleep.” Your parents began to nod along to your story.

“So, I decided that I would go to the forest, to get my mind off of things.” You internally cringed as you seen your fathers eyes widen.

“I know, I know that it was really, really dangerous to leave with out saying anything and with the fact Sky People are here, I know. I hesitated at first. I was scared to even go. But I followed my gut. I think it was the best decision I ever made actually.” You said with a sheepish smile after your last sentence.

Your parents’ brows furrowed as they shared a look between each other.

“Anyway, while I was out there, about to bother the fan lizards, I had found Awpxey.” The name felt heavy on your tongue, worried about how your father would feel before anybody else.

“We hung out, and then he took me to this really pretty cave that had an open top so we watched the stars.” Your cheeks felt warm as you knew you were leaving some details out.

“We watched the stars and then fell asleep after a while, and when we woke up we washed at the river then came here.” You felt bad for worrying your parents, but at the same time you are so, so glad you left.

“Nothing like that happened either, dad. We only hung out, talked and stargazed. That’s it.” Toy father put his hands up.

“I-I never said anything.” He already looked so guilty, but you know you had put him on the spot.

“I know how you are, I just want to say it to clear any thoughts.”

After about 10 seconds you noticed your mother’s ongoing silence. You peeked up at her nervously, wondering why she hadn’t said anything.

You were shocked to see she had a smile on her face. Did she know?

“I’m glad it was only positive stuff that happened ma’ite, is there anything else you want to say?”

You choked as you remembered the fact Awpxey is now courting you.

“Babygirl?” Your dad asked.

“Uhm.. Yeah. One more thing..” You let out a nervous chuckle.

“Awpxeyaskedtocourtmesoweretechnicallykindofdatingnow!” You rushed out in one breath.

“What?” Your parents said simultaneously.

You took a deep breath. “Awpxey asked to court me. So.. We’re technically kind of dating now…”

Your eyes were shut. And you wanted to keep it that way.

You peeked through one squinted eyelid, just to see your mother holding your fathers head.

Your body slumped in as you stared on in disbelief.

“Sh, sh, sh, it’s okay ma’jake. It’s okay.” Your mother patted his head.

“Wha- Mom. What is even happening right now?” You jumbled out.

You then heard a hiccup. A deep one.

Is your father crying?

“Dad?” You asked worriedly.

When his head lifted to face towards you your heart broke. You had never seen your father cry in your 17 years of living. So to see his tearful face and swollen eyes, knowing you were the reason broke you.

“Dad.” Your eyes watered, hands clenching into fists at your side to try and hold them back.

“Oh babygirl, come here.” You both hugged, he held you close to him, and you cried into his shoulder. Happy to feel the familiar parental love and warm body that used to hold you when you were young.

The sensation had felt so far away at this point. It was heartwarming to feel it again.

Feel it as if you were little all over again.

“I’m sorry dad.” You didn’t know what exactly you were apologizing for, whether it was for making him cry, dating Awpxey or both. But regardless, you knew you had to apologize.

Your mother looked at you both with a smile on her face, an idea flashing in her head.

“You should invite him for dinner.” You and your father turned to look at your mother quickly. Both talking out at the same time.

“No!”

“Really?”

You look to your father quickly, trying to catch his eye as he avoided looking at you.

“I mean, uh. Yeah, uhm yeah. H-he should come for dinner, yeah.”

Your mother came forward, patting Jake on his shoulder. “You’ll be fine ma’Jake. I think it would be nice, think about it. We can see what he’s really like.”

You nodded, “please dad? He’s super nice, and respectful! He’s like a family man.” You had made sure to add the last comment because you knew it would win your dad over.

You could see the cogs in his brain working as he actually thought about it.

“Hmm.. Okay, okay fine he can come over for dinner.”

You jumped into his arms, knocking him onto his butt on the floor. “Thank you! Thank you, thank you! Thank you dad! I love you!” You kissed his cheeks and hugged him, he smiled as he hugged you back.

“You’re welcome, and I love you too babygirl.”

“Now go, go get him for dinner. Because I will start preparing it soon.” Your mother shooed you, and you left hastily with a new excitement as she was pulling you out the hut.

You walked around for a bit, looking for Awpxey’s hut when you finally noticed his father, Puo outside, hanging loincloths to dry.

You walk up to him speaking quietly as to not abruptly disturb him. “Excuse me, Mr. Relongtai?” He turned around at the call of his name.

“Oh, Y/n. Oel Ngati Kameie.” He said, doing the hand sign’s greeting. “Oel Ngati Kameie.” You greet back.

“What brings you here Y/n?” He asked.

So Awpxey hasn’t said anything to his parents. Good, that’s good. For right now at least.

“I was wondering if I could borrow Awpxey for dinner? My, uhm, my parents invited him over for dinner.” Puo had smiled at you.

“That’s fine with me! I’ll pack him a plate to take so he doesn’t go over there empty handed! Just go look for him inside and tell him to get presentable. Don’t need my son to look ugly if I’m handsome.” He mutters his last sentence sarcastically, chuckling at his own joke.

“If I’m being honest, he has your looks!” You gave a kind smile.

Puo paused, “really?” He asked, patting his cheeks. He smiled before running into the hut, yelling, “Itxä! Itxä! Y/n said Awpxey has my looks! That means I look young right?”

You peeked into the hut, seeing Puo kneeling next to Itxä who was re-braiding her hair.

“Puo! Get away from me! Go hang the clothes like I told you!” She was nudging him away with her elbow, still skillfully braiding her hair.

“But Itxä, you don’t think I’m handsome?” Puo asked with a frown.

“I mean, sometimes. It deducts points when you drool, you know unless-” She was cut off by Puo.

“Okay! Thanks by honey see you later!” He rushed back out the hut.

You finally noticed Awpxey in the corner, cringing at his mother’s innuendo.

“Mom really? Unless? Unless what? You know, don’t even answer I’m okay.” You giggled, a hand covering your mouth.

That had caught Itxä and Awpxey’s attention. Awpxey stood with a smile once he saw you.

“Y/n. Are you okay? Did everything go good?” He approached you, a nervous look in his eye.

You nodded happily, “yeah, everything went good. Really good actually. They want you to come over for dinner.”

Awpxey’s eyes widened. They wanted him to come over?

“R-really?” He was shocked, very shocked.

“Mhm! And I’m sure it’s with good intention! My mother proposed the idea and my father even agreed!” You fiddled with a bracelet on your arm.

“Mrs. Relongtai, is it okay if Awpxey comes over for dinner at my house?” You ask, knowing it would be rude to not even acknowledge her.

“Yes please, don’t even ask! It’s good he goes out. Or just gets out.” She adds quietly.

“What? Mom!” He turned to her, her head facing the wall to not look at him.

“What? I didn’t say anything!” She rolled her eyes. “Make sure you take a plate of food to offer to the Sully’s! Don’t even think you’re going over there empty handed slugging your shoulders.” You laughed, covering your mouth as it accidentally came out to loud.

“Y/n? You’re laughing too?” You placed your hand on his chest, still covering your mouth, shaking your head.

“No, no I was just, uhm..” You mumbled from behind your hand as you tried to think of an excuse.

“You’re hurting my heart Y/n.” Awpxey said walking away, going and packing a plate of what his parents had made for dinner.

“You’ll be fine, and make sure you tell the Sully’s I said hello, Awpxey!” Itxä called from the floor.

“I will, bye mom, love you!” Awpxey said as he started to leave the hut, you in tow.

“Bye, love you too!” She called back. As you walked by his father, he also said his farewells.

“Bye dad, love you.” He said as he intertwined his fingers with yours.

“Bye Awpxey, see you later, correct?” His dad teased. Awpxey pursed his lips in embarrassment.

“Yeah dad see you later.” Awpxey grumbled.

“See you son, love you.” Puo said before turning back around, continuing to hang up clothing items and other pieces.

“Love you too.” Awpxey then pulled you a long with him, walking to your hut.

“Awpxey?” You call for him.

“Hm?” He hums back in response.

“How do you know where I live?” You genuinely question. You weren’t trying to press him on anything personal, you just wanted to know.

“Y/n..” He says, his face was almost in a form of shock. “What?” You respond confused.

“Almost like everybody knows where you live… You’re a royal Y/n, even then, everybody knows where everybody lives. And your hut gets a bit rowdy with your siblings. Though it’s definitely not the biggest household.” You nodded in agreement at his last comment, you always wonder how the Ipexti Family is doing.

And wonder how they even managed 14 kids.

“Yeah that makes a lot of sense. I’m sure my brother kind of just lets everybody know doesn’t he?” You said with a small laugh.

You didn’t notice it, but Awpxey stared at you, looking at your smile, and all the features on your face.

Eywa took her time on her.

He had thought, he shook his head continuing to walk towards your house.

As you got closer, you slowed as you noticed your brother, Lo’ak, standing in the entrance of the hut. His arms crossed over his chest and his foot tapping impatiently on the ground.

“Oh God…” You mumbled as you seen him.

“Is that Lo’ak?” Awpxey asked, his eyes squinting as he smiled.

“Oh my God. Just walk by or something, cover your face so he doesn’t see us.” You muttered as you placed a hand to cover the side of your face.

“Y/n!” A voice suddenly yelled out. You did not turn your head as you knew exactly who it was.

“Y/n Sully!” Lo’ak continued to yell.

Now you see why everyone knows where you live.

You walked even slower towards your home. Awpxey laughed, seeing how you felt embarrassed.

Once you were finally near the entrance, you had noticed Neteyam stand up from the table and stand behind Lo’ak. Once you were in front of Lo’ak, he squinted his eyes to Awpxey.

“And who are you?” Lo’ak sneered at him.

“Lo’ak!” But your call had fallen on deaf ears.

Awpxey opened his mouth to answer, but was silenced when a hand rose up towards his face.

“Save it. I want to know what you’re doing with my sister. And why you’re here, holding her hand.” Lo’ak poked his chest, his eyes trained solely on Awpxey.

“Lo’ak.” You let out a low warning, Neteyam seemed to notice how serious you gotten. So he reached forward and placed a hand gently around Lo’ak’s elbow.

Awpxey raised his hands in surrender, balancing the covered plate of food in his other.

“I come in no harm. I’m here with your sister for this dinner and to meet your family.” Awpxey explained.

“Meet us for what? Are you trying to mate her?” Lo’ak jabbed his finger back into Awpxey’s chest, and his eyes widened at Lo’aks question, not even the gesture.

That’s when Neteyam pulled Lo’ak back by his elbow, turning him around and pushing him into the hut.

“That’s enough.” He said to Lo’ak, still gripping onto his arm. Lo’ak pulled his arm back, walking to the table and sitting down.

“I apologize for his behavior, he doesn’t usually act like this.” Neteyam said, facing Awpxey with an apologetic smile.

“That’s alright, I can see why he’s upset.” Awpxey smiled.

When Neteyam had finally looked away, you turned to Awpxey, “I’m sorry about him. Don’t let him make you upset he does that to everybody really.”

Awpxey laughed, “it’s okay Y/n, I really don’t have have a problem with it.” He said with a smile.

You nodded, giving a nervous smile back. When you faced back towards the hut, grabbing his hand gently. You were shocked to see how everyone in the hut had a stiff face.

Your mother and father included.

What happened to the happy go lucky moods they had earlier when they told you to invite him?

You sighed, already feeling defeated in some way.

You just hoped he didn’t want to leave you.

Approaching the table, you sat in your usual spot, making sure that there was enough space for Awpxey before looking at everyone.

No one was batting an eyelash at you, everyone was looking at Awpxey. Their faces serious. It shocking to you to see even Tuk staring at him with her face hard from next to you.

She grabbed onto your arm, hugging herself around it and resting her head in your bicep, your hand instinctively coming to the top of her head.

You couldn’t see it, but Tuk smiled to the other side of the table. To your siblings that sat on the other side, expectant.

They must have not taken the news of you bringing a boy home too kindly.

The tension in the air was so thick, and you could see it was working Awpxey’s nerves as he rubbed his hands up and down his thighs.

Though he was the first to break the silence, “I brought a plate of fwampop, I helped my mother make it for dinner. I don’t know if any of you like that, so I apologize if you don’t. I’m sure it should still be warm.” He pulled the wrapping off the top of the plate, showing the seasoned meat, steam elevating as the barrier was released.

“Fwampop is fine.” It was Kiri’s voice who cut into the air next. You noticed her posture and realized how intimidating she actually looked. Her arms crossed over her chest as she looked at Awpxey, the usual warm expression she wears, gone.

“Yeah, thank you.” Tuk said as she leaned forward, making sure to be in his line of sight as her tone wasn’t the most, welcoming.

Your mother gave an expectant look towards your brothers, making them flicker their eyes to each other before looking back at Awpxey.

“Thank you.” It wasn’t exactly rude, but it wasn’t nice either. You’ve never heard them sound so passive aggressive.

“It was very nice of you to bring us something, Awpxey.” Your mother broke her characteristic silence, her voice calming and comforting as she nodded her head Awpxey.

“Now, how about we eat, yeah?” Your dad asked, placing his hand around Neytiri’s waist, pulling her closer.

You all hummed and nodded in agreement.

When you all began to serve yourselves, saying a quick prayer before eating, you took the time to look around. Seeing that the atmosphere had lightened up somewhat, they were making their own conversations. In their own little worlds.

So you took that as an opportunity to talk to Awpxey.

“Hey..” You whisper, bumping his knee with yours. He turns his head, responding in a quiet “hm?” As he finished the food he was chewing.

“You okay?” You continue to whisper, keeping your head as straight as possible while still attempting to look at him.

“Yeah I’m good.” He whispered back, nodding.

“Good.” You nodded, giving him a smile before returning back to your food.

Once you all began to approach the end of your meals, you noticed everybody start to sit up straighter, clearing their throats.

Oh God.. The questions were to start now…

“So Awpxey..” Your father started, Awpxey already had his head up, his eyes and ears focused on your father to catch every word he said.

“What do you do? For the clan?” He finished.

Awpxey cleared his throat, “I am a Warrior.” Your father’s eyes widened for a split moment.

“Warrior?” Awpxey nodded. “Yes sir, I am.”

“How come..” Your father’s eyebrows were furrowed. “How come I’ve never seen you?”

Awpxey smiled, “I guess I’m not that important, or just unnoticeable.” You wrapped your fingers around his, your face scrunching in confusion.

His smile.. He looked so dejected, his eyes having a dog-tired look swirling in his irises.

You didn’t care if anyone at the table got mad at you for showing some type of ‘affection’ towards Awpxey.

Neytiri looked at the both of you, a smile on her face as she noticed the slight movement under the table.

“You work along side your father?” Your dad asked, wanting to change the subject as he as well noticed the expression on Awpxey.

Awpxey nodded, “most of the time, unless we’re assigned apart to different groups.” Your father hummed and nodded.

Neytiri cleared her throat quietly, bringing the attention of everyone to her.

“I made kalin paste. If anybody wants any?”

Everyone around the table quickly nodded. Your mother looked towards Jake, pointing her chin to the pot that held the paste.

“And don’t eat it all while you’re over there.” Your fathers ears twinged purple in embarrassment.

“I won’t..” He muttered, his lips pursed as he walked to the steaming pot.

Minutes later, you all had your own servings of the kalin paste. Lo’ak with the most on his plate.

As you finished up your plate, you took the time to look around at your family.

Neteyam, he was in his own world, Lo’ak, he was still scraping for scraps of the paste on his plate, Kiri, she was fiddling with something in her hands, your parents, who were talking with their hands in front of their face as if they were gossiping like teenagers.

Which they were.

Now on your right, closest to your parents was Awpxey. And you were unprepared when you turned your head to look at him to find him already staring at you.

“Hey..” He whispers, a smile on his face.

“Hi.” You whisper back, the same smile mirroring onto your face.

“Can you tell your mom that her kalin paste is the best I’ve had? It’s really good, please tell her.” You smiled, your hand coming to cover it as you nodded in agreement.

“What are you doing?” As he asked, you hesitated in answering, but you had already decided.

“People Watching.” You say with an embarrassed smile.

“People Watching?” Awpxey echoes curiously. You were relieved when you didn’t hear any type of disgust or disappointment in his tone or face. He was genuinely curious.

“It’s where you kind of just, uhm, you know. Watch people? But it’s not that simple. You- you mostly actually observe them. And think, think a lot about what they’re like, or what they can be like. What they could be like. You evaluate them, study, but on a emotional and physical note? When you People Watch, you aren’t supposed to judge, because all it is, is an observation, and thinking.” As you end your rambling, you bring a hand to your mouth and squeeze it tightly, not even for a second.

It was an unfortunate habit you developed young when you realized you talked to much.

Awpxey noticed, and in an attempt to distract you, he grabbed your hand gently. Intertwining your fingers together.

“That’s really cool.” He squeezes your hand, a toothy smile adorning his lips.

“You think so?” Your eyes search his, looking for any type of sign that could show he’s lying.

“Of course! How long have you been doing this?”

“My whole life. It’s actually like a hereditary thing. Mostly between the females in my family. My grandma, her mom, my mom, my late aunt, my sisters do it too, only sometimes. And my brothers.” You roll your eyes at the me ruin of your brothers, thinking of mostly Lo’ak. He stares at people. Little weirdo.

You hoped, hoped that this genetic trait didn’t scare him away and make you look even more like the weirdo you are.

It doesn’t, it really doesn’t.

All these little things you tell him, these details. He eats it all up, saving it to his memories and saving it to learn more about it later.

He was planning to try and do this “People Watching” trick when he got home, or when his stomach wasn’t as full.

Maybe he could try it with his parents? His friends while they train, or just strangers around the clan.

Though nobody in this clan is really a stranger.

“I wanna try it,” he frowned. You laughed, “why are you frowning? You could try it now if you want? With my parents and siblings? But you might be too tired, kalin paste is heavy on the stomach.” He nodded in agreement.

“Can I do it tomorrow? I really wanna try it.” He slouched.

You smiled, “you can do it tomorrow. I think you’ll enjoy it.”

Awpxey smiled, looking at yours. His eyes trailed your face, looking at your lips.

It was as if his surroundings melted, Awpxey was stuck in a white space with just you. His hand squeezed yours tighter, eyes moving across your face in a triangular motion.

When he began to raise his hand to try and caress your chin, everything rushed back to him.

He’s still in your family’s hut, still sitting at your dining table, still with your family.

“Oh, uhm.” He stumbled, his hand slowly coming back down, lightly slapping against his lap.

You let out a small chuckle, wondering what was going through Awpxey’s head at this exact moment.

“Awpxey?” You mutter quietly, a small giggle escaping your mouth as you see him come back to reality, blinking a bit too hard.

“S-sorry Y/n..” He stuttered, you began to nod in response, opening your mouth to say something before something brushed against your back, skin brushed against your back.

You turn your head to look behind you, only to be met with a swaying Tuk, a drowsy weighed-down look on her face.

“Tuk?” Your sister took your attention from Awpxey. Though he had no problem with that with how questionable Tuk’s state was.

“Is she okay?” But Awpxey’s voice only echoed in the back of your mind, right now, the only thing you can think of is Tuk.

“Tuk? Tuk what happened?” You grasped her cheeks in your hands, turning her face towards you. You could tell she was mumbling something, but you could not see what.

“What are you saying Tuk? What happened?”

“A-ate to much… Ate to much kalin paste.. Stomach hurts and I’m very tired…” She mumbled.

You felt a bit relieved as you realized it wasn’t anything serious, but the fact she was in pain made you sad.

“Okay then Tuk,” you laugh. “I’ll go put you to bed, okay?”

All Tuk was able to offer back was a simple nod.

You stood up, scooping Tuk up in a bridal style. She was obviously very, very tired by the way she snuggled her head closer to your chest, curling up in your arms.

When you reached the sleeping mats, you placed Tuk on her respective mat, tucking her in, saying a quick prayer before you placed a kiss on her forehead and left.

When you arrived back at the table, your parents had asked you what happened with Tuk, which you explained.

“She ate to much kalin paste and got dizzy? But she was swaying and said her stomach hurt, oh, and that she was tired. So I just put her to bed.”

Your mother smiles and nodded in appreciation, you always made things a bit easier for her around the house.

You loved helping out, it would make you feel complete when you were always able to help people.

Awpxey watched you, he watched quietly as he seen you walk back to the table, an empty spot now behind you where Tuk was previously sat.

“Sorry about that. I just get really worried about my siblings.” You rub your hand against your forearm embarrassingly, not noticing Awpxey’s smile.

“Don’t apologize for it, it’s okay.” He messed with his loincloth. You smile, flashing a tired smile.

Awpxey had noticed, seeing the small bags under your eyes. “Hey, do you want me to go now? You look pretty tired.” Your eyes flicker to his, now at the fact it was pointed out, you started to feel sluggish. Your eyes struggling to keep themselves open as the kalin paste started to push down on your stomach.

“You know what? Now that you said that, I actually feel super tired.” You rub your eye, holding back a yawn in your throat. Awpxey smiled at you, “I’ll tell your parents.”

He turned towards your parents, who were still in their conversation, trying to find a part to speak to them without interrupting.

“Excuse me Mr. and Mrs. Sully?” Your parents stop, looking towards Awpxey, “yeah honey?” Neytiri says with a smile.

“I’m going to be heading home now, Y/n’s very tired and I don’t want to hold your family up any longer.” Neytiri and Jake both smiled, nodding their heads toward Awpxey.

“Okay Awpxey, be careful and make it home safe, okay?” Your mom said. Awpxey nodded, “I will Mrs. Sully! Thank you for having me for dinner, it was very good, and your kalin paste is the best!” Neytiri and Jake laughed together, your father nodding in agreement.

You smiled, getting up to walk Awpxey to the entrance of the hut. But what you didn’t know was that Kiri had also gotten up, following you both out the hut.

Right when you were about to wish Awpxey a goodnight and send him off, your sister, Kiri had rounded the corner coming to a stop at your side.

“Kiri? Is something wrong?” Your sister shook her head, looking forward to Awpxey.

“I wanted to bring him this, here you go Awpxey.” Your sister pushed an object into Awpxey’s hand.

Awpxey looked down at it, holding and feeling the smoothed surface of the object, not being able to tell what it was straight away.

“It’s a Lepidolite, a peace stone, it brings good luck. I’m giving it to you now that you are in a relationship with my sister, so you are both stable enough to take care of each other.” Kiri said with a sincere nod. Awpxey smiled, “thank you Kiri. That’s very thoughtful of you.”

You watched with smile, seeing how Awpxey fidgeted with the polished surface of the lilac-gray crystal.

“Goodnight guys, see you in the morning Y/n.” Kiri waved the both of goodbye, walking back into the hut and heading towards the sleeping mats.

You waved her goodbye, turning back towards Awpxey, feeling shy.

“Too quiet to say goodnight to me now too?” Awpxey teased as he leaned down to your face, trying to catch your eyes.

You giggled, “be quiet Awpxey.” Your cheeks burning as you smiled hard.

You turned your head up in his direction, smiling as you tried to hold back a laugh and make eye contact with him.

“Goodnight Awpxey, get a good nights rest, okay?” He nodded, reciprocating. “You too Y/n, sleep well..”

You both stood in a small silence, it was comfortable and not awkward. Awpxey was the one who made the initiating move and leaned forward, planting a small kiss on your lips.

You were quick to kiss him back, making sure not to leave his lips stranded for too long.

When you both parted, a small ‘smooch’ sound indicating that your lips separated, you stood with your hands clasped together behind your back.

“Goodnight Y/n.”

“Goodnight Awpxey.”

After finally saying goodnight, Awpxey walked back home, smiling all the way back to his hut. Happy to see his parents together in their sleeping mat.

When you were done recollecting yourself outside of your hut, you walked back inside. Shocked to find all the plates put away, hanging to dry.

When you walked toward the family room, looking to see where everyone went. You were not shocked to see everybody already asleep, tangled in their own bedrolls.

You were happy to see your parents together in their sleeping mat.

Getting into your mat and tucking yourself in, you reflected on your day. Thinking about how it was a really good day and how your family accepted Awpxey.

You yawned, turning on your left side as your eyes began to shut due to your tiredness.

Warmly, you let your body succumb to the drowsiness you felt.

Oh my gosh you guys. This is longggg… I feel like almost all of my stories are long, maybe to long. Because I just write when I have the time and I don’t have like an active word count, so i just write. I apologize if it’s to much for you! Also I just want to mention @creamboba ! I didn’t know if you wanted to be tagged, I’m sorry if you didn’t! Oh my gosh please excuse any spelling mistakes I try my best to proof read but I get tired you guys. But anyway, thank you for reading 🤍!

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Fuck around and Find out

Staring| Mark Lee x fem!reader (Ft! Yuta and a few other NCT members)

Prompt| “Do I look like I’m messing around? Do I look like I won’t punish you?”, “Move an inch and you won’t be coming tonight on my cock”, “Fucking is a reward, but you haven’t been good.”

Warnings: SMUT, unprotected sex (please for the love of god don’t), degrading names (whore, slut), impact play, edging, orgasm denial, physical restraints (ties), piv, consensual photo/video taken (not brought up in this but it’s consensual I promise), overstimulation, mean dom! Mark, voyeurism, mentions of alcohol, darcyphilia, I think that’s everything, if I’m wrong let me know!

Word Count| 3.1k

A/N: anything italicized is meant to show the use of another language (ex. Japanese/ Mandarin).

also, this is my first real fic and probably the first time I’ve attempted to write any kind of smut. please be kinda about it and message me if you find any mistakes!

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You’ve pushed your luck a little too far with your usually gentle natured boyfriend, but what can you say? Lust makes you do stupid things. Which is how you ended up here, tied spread eagle to the metal framed bed with various ties that hung in his closet. Your sex life was never dull per se- deep inside you just craved for something a little bit more than what it has been.

You prayed to whoever looked down upon you tonight to kickstart your plan for a little bit of spice- that none of the frat brothers tries to step foot into this house on a Friday night. It’s not like you could’ve made it all the way across campus to your apartment, you were just a little too horny for that.

“Ay, look at me.”

The slight sting of his fingers on your cheek makes your eyes roll back into your head and a moan falling from your lips at the sensation- god you were a whore for this man. His eyebrow shot up at the sound as he stalks closer to the bed staring at your naked form..

“Do I look like I’m messing around? Like I wont punish you for being such a slut?”

Your eyes open look at the hard set in his jaw and his tense muscles. He was usually so soft, gentle, loving- although right now he’s the polar opposite

“You really just had to dress in the sluttiest little shirt you had hm?” he growls pulling out a box you haven’t seen before “Fucking is a reward, but you haven’t been good.” he finishes pulling out a vibrator…?

“Move an inch and you won’t be coming tonight on my cock,” he switches on the vibrator before working it right between my legs placing it right against my clit making me shriek but I didn’t dare move. The sensation against your clit made the knot in your belly tighten and you started at your boyfriend wide eyed- scared that if you came too soon it would all be over.

“Oh,” he hums moving to the foot of his bed setting up the webcam from his desktop against some text books “Come as much as you want. Don’t move though- I’ll be watching,” he concludes before walking towards the door shooting a wink before leaving the room locking the door behind him.

“MARK!” you shout after the blue haired man that’s just left you tied to his bed however, the moan that left your lips was something rather unladylike at the sudden orgasm washing over your body. Burning warmth causes you to tense but not move your body because you didn’t want to lose this little unspoken battle between yourself and Mark.

You don’t know how many times you’ve come at this point- all you know is the tears streaking down your face means it’s been quite a few. Another orgasm pulls through your body making you shiver at the overstimulation

“M-Mark baby please!” you cry full on crying at this point “P-please, please come back! I’m sorry- sorry for teasing you, for being a slut!” not even thinking twice about begging for the return of your sweet boyfriend. Your body can’t go through with any more of the torture on your clit.

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Mark sits in the TV room in the empty frat house- something not that interesting in the background as he sits watching the live stream from his desktop webcam. He never realized how much he would enjoy spicing up your sex life- considering you’ve come at least 3 times from the painful overstimulation he’s caused you.

At first he was pissed that you’d come to a frat party with that little skirt on- even more pissed that you had the audacity to take the flirting coming from his slightly intoxicated roommate and best friend- Yuta. He dragged you from the neighboring frat house, grip tight on your arm as he got you into his shared room after making sure that nobody would be in tonight.

He’d fantasized about tying you to his bed- adding in a bit of a game to it considering how competitive you both were when it came to trivial things. The fact that he was indirectly causing you to be this overwhelmed made his body heat with lust- watching you cry and try your damndest not to move an inch even with the torture of the vibrator.

Mark wasn’t a complete idiot- he saw the way the Japanese man would eye your body or try to get closer to you under the guise that you were one of the few people he could speak to in his native tongue. Mark could see the lust in his eyes from a mile away, however you were a bit slow to the punch. Never thinking anything of it when it came to your boyfriends best friend.

“Mark?” the blue haired mans eyes were pulled from his phone meeting those of his best friend kicking his muddied shoes off his feet. Both men stay quiet for a moment hearing your desperate moans from three floors up “What’s up?” Mark asks as if that’s the most normal occurrence to happen in the frat house.

“Uh, should I leave? I can totally leave if you want me too.” Yuta is quick to start reaching for his shoes again, “Nah, nah. You actually came at a perfect time.” Marks smile makes Yuta hesitate for a second before he slowly falls onto the couch next to his friend.

Yuta’s face turns a similar shade of red that his hair is once his eyes land on his friends phone. There you were, someone he was lusting over- naked, restrained and in the midst of an orgasm. The picture was slightly grainy due to being on such a small screen “Help me get this on the TV would you?” Mark asks tossing his phone into the Japanese man’s lap before he turns to head somewhere else in the house.

He’s not serious is he? “Do it Nakamoto!” Mark’s voice drifts down the hallway making the latter fumble the phone before working on sharing the image to the smart TV.

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Yuta’s eyes embarrassingly stay focused on the flat screen in front of him- watching as his best friend opens the door to their shared room joining the picture of said roommates girlfriend shudders as another wave of pleasure takes over.

“P-please, Ma-Mark I can’t! It hurts!” you cry eyes begging for the Canadian man to stop the torture on your clit, “Baby, you look so good like this though!” Mark chuckles pulling his desk chair to the side of the bed- pulling the vibrator away from your overstimulated core. Your arms and legs strain against the ties holding you down trying to close your thighs.

A swift smack hits your thigh making you begrudgingly moan rolling your head towards Mark a playful gleam in his eyes

“We’re not done yet, sweet heart” he chuckles reaching for the webcam “In fact, we’re just getting started. Say hi to the camera pretty girl.” He hovers the camera in front of your face showing off your dazed, lust filled eyes off to his roommate watching the TV closely.

His hand squishes your cheeks as he stares down into your eyes “Say hello to Yuta baby,” Mark hums with a sadistic smile your eyes widen trying to shake your face free from his grip. Mark clicks his tongue against his teeth, “That’s not very kind sweetheart. After all, you sure liked having his eyes on you at the party.” his voice deepens as he adjusts the camera.

Yuta grunts running his sweaty palm down the leg of his jeans. Jesus he’s never seen Mark get so much as irked by you but now there’s a new sharpness in his friends voice. Something he’d only ever heard during video games or baseball. Mark’s hands reach for the ties restraining you to the frame of the bed adjusting your body to your hands and knees giving Yuta the prettiest sight of your little hole dripping with remains of your orgasms.

“Need your cock,” you moan hole clenching around nothing, Mark smirks resting his hands on your hips you whine at the long anticipated contact. He leans into you mouth ghosting over your ear,

“Beg,”

“PLEASE, Ma-“ you shriek mid sentence at the contact of his hand against your ass making you deepen the arch in your back. Mark shakes his head, “No baby I want to hear you beg for my cock- and how good I fuck you.” he explains out into the empty room before whispering in your ear “Preferably in Japanese, ya know so Yuta knows exactly who you’re a good little slut for.”

Another load moan travels through the house, “Please, Mark! I need your cock! Need you to make me cum!” Yuta’s dick twitches in his jeans the fact that you’re speaking Japanese in such a filthy way- almost like it was specifically for him. Almost- he knew better it was his friends way of teasing him.

“A desperate little slut you are, huh? Need my cock in your little pussy that bad?” Mark chuckles as he shoves his jeans down his legs bringing the fat tip of his cock to your dripping cunt, “Please!” you drawl fresh tears entering your eyes. Yuta couldn’t even be mad at his friend for singling him out- out of all the brothers who were constantly flirting with you.

You were perfect- not only in looks but in smarts. You were an ungodly kind of smart knowing pretty much every language NCT brothers spoke- made you seem more of a dream than an actual person to some of them. Yuta was by far the worst with the flirting- you were the only female at SMU that spoke Japanese and that just did something for him.

Mark lines himself up with your entrance with a knowing smirk on his face he bottoms out in your pussy with the same timing as the front door is shoved open. Yuta barely pulls his eyes from the screen to see Yangyang and Ten tripping over their shoes- eyes widening at the sounds simultaneously from the TV and the upstairs bedroom.

“Is that…. Mark and Y/N?” Yangyang shrieks quickly but haphazardly covering his eyes- he may or may not have peeked through his fingers to keep watching. The older of the two looks at Yuta with a cocked eyebrow “I didn’t set it up if that’s what you’re asking!” The faux red head jumps up “I literally came home and Mark was down here watching on his phone- then he just, just threw his phone at me and told me to put it on the TV!”

The two men join Yuta around the front of the couch, “Damn, I knew Y/N mentioned wanting to spice up their sex life… But damn” Ten turns his head analyzing the scene on the screen before falling onto the couch. It was weird seeing Ten so calm about this- considering that you two were attached at the hip platonically.

“Maybe this is a little bit of payback for all the guys that flirt with Y/N?” Ten suggests a knowing look on his face as he before anyone could speak a loud moan pulled their attention back towards the television. Mark had wrapped his hand through your long hair pulling your body away from the mattress- putting you on full display to the camera

“Fuck! Mark!”

The new angle has Mark’s cock hitting right at that spongy part inside that made fresh tears of arousal spill from your eyes- unknowingly to you, you had switched from Japanese to Mandarin. A grunt leaves Yangyang who blushes furiously- he was one of the youngest and here he was watching a girl he had a two week crush on get her brains fucked out.

This time the boys watching the TV couldn’t be bothered to notice when the front door opens again. A low whistle is let out before three more of the brothers join in on this little watch party- Jaehyun, Johnny and another one of the younger members Haechan.

“What’s going on?” Johnny asks scrolling through his phone like this is a completely normal thing to happen- “Ten thinks that this is Mark’s payback for some of us always trying to flirt with Y/N” Yuta grunts trying to cover his hardening cock (it didn’t work.)

“Dude, Ten flirts with her the most!” Jaehyun shouts watching the screen in disbelief “Yeah, but it’s mutual flirting. Y/N and I are platonic soulmates” Ten counters scrolling through his phone rolling his eyes at the other man.

“Yo did anyone else get a text from Mark to be here?” Johnny asks raising an eyebrow - everyone pulls out their phones to see that they in fact had the same text message from Mark saying that he needed everyone to be at the house specifically at 10 in the TV room.

The phones are forgotten when Mark’s voice cuts in from the television “Are you gonna be a good girl and come for me?” Mark hums leaving dark love bites along your throat as you nod quickly making him tsk “Need your words sweetness.”

“Yes! Gonna come Mark, please!” your sobbing, drooling all around fucked out by the Canadian man behind you. He smirks completely stopping his hips behind you making you cry out but his hand squishes your cheeks together making you stare into the webcam- everyone in the watch party embarrassingly hard from the sudden dominant personality from their friend.

“I think you might have a few more people to say hi too. Maybe they might be the reason you’ve been such a whore lately,” You whine again trying to fuck yourself back onto your boyfriends cock- he squishes your cheeks tighter, flesh pinching between your teeth.

“I bet Yangyang, Johnny, Jaehyun, Haechan and Ten are loving that they get to watch you act like such a little whore for me,” Mark’s hips draw back as he sends a hard thrust upwards- the squelch of your pussy making the six men moan in unison- god where were they going to get their porn fix now? After watching this everything else is going mid at best.

The hand gripping your face travels down your body until Marks callused fingers reach for your clit with a swift smack- a squeal leaves your bruised lips as you try to get away from the overstimulation. Your boyfriend laughs- it’s almost sinister compared to his typical giggle as he’s pulling your body back as he falls onto his back on the mattress.

He props his feet flat on the mattress, hooking your legs over his knees both arms wrapping around your waist. The angle gives the men downstairs a perfect view of your pussy fluttering and creaming around Mark’s cock. Haechan has non discreetly pulled his dick out of his pants jerking himself off to the video in front of him.

Yangyang’s grey sweats have a dark stain in the front as he bites his hand trying to cover the fact that he’s come untouched. Jaehyun, Johnny and Yuta palm themselves through their jeans. Ten finds the whole thing hot- again he and you are platonic soulmates- he’s just here to be a witness to the downfall of his four other friends. Plus, he needed to remember everything so it could be spoken about on your weekly boba dates.

They sit in a mildly uncomfortable silence- Mark gives no warning as he begins fucking up into your pussy again. From the angle you could just about see where Mark’s dick is reaching into your cervix with a hint of a bulge in your belly every time he snaps into you.

You’re a babbling mess, incoherently switching between every language that your brain knew. Moans, cries- every sound in between leaves you as Mark fills your ear with absolute filth that would cause an entire church to spontaneously combust. The knot in your belly is tightening all over again- you couldn’t even remember which orgasm your were on.

“P-please! Please Mark! Fill me up- I promise I won’t flirt with them again!” Your rambling now begging your boyfriend for permission to come, begging him to fill up your little hole. You were such a whore for him. Mark moans- you haven’t asked him to come inside you before, usually it’s in your mouth or somewhere on your body. Lucky for you both your religion was making sure you regularly took your birth control- because you never used condoms with your latex allergy.

With a few more thrusts you’re coming- squeezing Mark’s cock as your arousal leaks from your body, coating yourself and Mark. The grip your pussy has on him makes him moan loudly as his own high overcomes him. Coating your walls deliciously. Your constant contractions around Mark makes him pull out of you to allow a front row view to his friends.

His cum leaking from your pussy as your body spasms from the aftermath of your final orgasm of the night. Mark slides out from underneath you as he smirks at the camera once more before quickly disconnecting it.

He’s quick to fall back into his loving boyfriend mode, gently moving the hair covering your eyes. You’re breathing quick staccato but a happy little smile gracing your lips-

“You did so good, baby” he murmurs peppering your face with little kisses making you giggle “That was the best sex we’ve ever had,” you sigh dreamily “but, I think it’s about a once and every 12 months kinda deal,” Mark snorts at you before quickly lifting you away from the soiled bed.

“Let’s get cleaned up,”

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The room was silent after the television screen had gone black- no longer sharing any feed from Mark’s webcam. Yuta was staring wide eyed and overly turned on despite the sticky mess in his jeans. Same could be said for the other frat brothers who had half drunkenly stumbled into the house- Jaehyun, Yangyang, Ten, Johnny and Haechan.

They had sobered up rather quickly

Imagine their surprise when they walked into the house seeing their Japanese brother watching their gentle mannered Canadian brother fucking his girlfriend like he wasn’t being broadcasted downstairs. It was meant to prove a point to them. Maybe it was the smirk that Mark had thrown the camera as he pulled out of your used pussy knowing damn well he’d gotten his point across to the brothers.

Or maybe it was the look in his eyes the ‘Fuck around and find out’ eyes daring any of them to mess with is girl again.

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glitteryapricotranchbiscuit · 1 year

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♡ Imagine Sub!Scaramouche all needy for you ♡

!● warnings: fem!reader, very smut, oral (female receiving), NSFW🔞 no minors or I’ll eat u alive, face sitting, slight bdsm (?)

note: Thanks for trusting me with this subby scara, god i loved to think of a perfect scenario just for him to be all needy for reader <3 @mauiisworld

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Scaramouche would never admit it, but he is obsessed with the way you handle him. It’s like he melts away with gentle touches over his firm body. This night you both agreed that this time you will have the upper hand in your intercourse. Normally Scaramouche wouldn’t agree to it but you were utterly annoying to him which led now to him sitting naked on the chair with his hands tied up behind. “This… is unfair.” Scaramouche regrets his decision. He was supposed to undress you but after seeing you in your matching underwear and bra, Scaramouche was unable to cover his pink flustered cheeks. He tried to look away which made you sit on his lap, turning his face to yours. “Don’t worry, I will make you feel good, my love. You trust me right?” You sulk at him. How can he resist you? As you can’t notice his muscles to relax since they were still stiff. You gave him a quick kiss on his forehead before looking down on his member clearly hardened and eager to get touched. “Oh my~ I haven’t even started and you are so needy for me?” This made you cover his face with kisses which he couldn’t resist at all. Scaramouche just complained and tried to untie him but you made sure that he couldn't get out of this situation for a bit. “D-damn it, l-let me out (y/n)” Of course you will not listen to his demands and kiss him. Asking with your tongue to enter his mouth. With some pressure of your tongue, he slightly opened his mouth. Both of your tongues tangled together, battling for dominance. While you showered Scaramouche in the sloppy kiss, both of your hands rested beside his dick which led to a soft moan from him. What a cute sound he just made for you! You wanted to hear more, so you started to tease him by rubbing his inner tights up and down, slightly letting your hands brush over his hard dick. You pushed yourself away from the kiss to let him breathe for a second, earning another soft moan from him. It was a bit higher than usual. “S-stop teasing me…” It was as if he wanted to ask for more, but before he could say more your hands made it way to his length which made his head go back. “F-fuck, yeah, t-touch me there~ more please~” He begged. He truly begged for your touches and did not complain. Your heart starts to skip a love beat so you reward his begs with one hand going up and down his shaft while the other one massages his balls. You leaned forward to let your breast rest on his chest. “Come on, Scara~ Tell me how good I make you feel~” In an instant he broke from his character and moaned out your name. “M-mommy, please, i want to suck your pussy, i want to make you feel good too” Your cheeks heat up quickly after you hear him call you mommy. Gosh, he looked pathetic right now, begging and asking for more than your touches. His mouth open almost sticking out his tongue for you. Half-lidded eyes looking at you while you never stopped giving him a handjob. “If you are really so eager to please me you will have to make me feel good.” You whispered that in his ear. “Or else I will punish you” As you were about to let go of his cock, it started to pour out of warm liquid while he moaned and apologized out of his filthy mouth. He just cummed in your hand, probably because he wanted to get punished. “F-fuck, sorry mommy~” He smirked knowing fully that he will get punished no matter what. What a brat… But instead of being mad at him, your cummed hand needs cleaning so you held it in front of him which he started to lick. While licking his cum from your hand, he never stopped looking in your eyes. “Mommy, come one… let me suck your good~ I promise I will be gentle~” His rough tongue on your hand made you shiver but you liked it.

After untying him from the chair, he was laying on the bed. This time you tied him up the bed frame so he wouldn’t really have a chance to turn this situation to his favor. “Come on~” He sticked out his tongue with closed eyes. He really wanted to feel your pussy around his mouth. “How impatient~” But you couldn’t just watch him have fun, when he was all so needy and submissive for you. Without wasting time you crawled up on him to start sinking slowly your lower body in his mouth. You could feel his sharp breath against your pussy while he tried to reach with his tongue your fold but you stopped sinking yourself to see his reaction. After a while he figured out that you won’t give in that easily. “Aw, come on, (y/n)... Please~” He tried to lean his head near to your pussy but you quickly reacted to go up. With a frustrated sigh he started begging for you to come back down. “Ha, you thought that I would lose against you, Scara~” He groans out of frustration and really just wants to taste you. “You make me so crazy, please… mommy, let me taste you, please~” Seeing him sticking his tongue again out to try to reach up to you, he started to look to the side to at least suck on your inner thighs which made you sigh in pleasure. “Come on, just sit on me please~” Now licking eagerly on your tights, biting a bit until you give in and finally let him have you. As soon as you sit down on him without even caring if your weight would crush him, you could feel a smile and a very happy tongue devouring your pussy fully. With every stroke his tongue went from your hole up to your cilt you let out some whimpers. “Oh Archons… yes right there~” You pushed yourself towards him. He actually did listen to you and sucked even harder on your pussy juices while rocking his hip into the air. He was hard again just by sucking your juices. His tongue now explores your hole before entering it to tease with the tip of it your hole. With each louder moan from you, it was a reward for him to keep going even faster than before. Going in and out of your hole while he himself moans out. The vibration gives in more for your own orgasm to build up faster. “Shit~ I am about to cum~” You stated out before Scaramouche stopped his motion to suck on your clit, playing around with his tongue around it. Since he knew it would make you cum hard. And it did make you moan out his name before coming all over him. “Mhm, yes more~” He said as sucking all the juices from you. His tongue is back inside of you to help you ride your high. Archons, it made you roll your eyes back while enjoying the moment. You then shift your weight backwards so you can balance yourself with both of your arms. This way your back touched his dick slighlty. “F-fuck, can I fuck you please?” He asked you so nicely but you just pushed your pussy back on his mouth. “Shut up, suck me off more~” A chuckle left your body while you enjoyed yourself more.

#genshin x reader #genshin impact smut #genshin smut #scaramouche #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche smut #fem!reader

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ode-to-fury · 5 months

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Was that Gale’s Grandad?

Summary: This line has been stuck in my head for months so here is whatever this is. Karlach pov. Based on my Tav but again it’s fairly vague so

Karlach watched with interest as the old man gestured at Gale, then at Tav, then into the air. She watched Gale heave a deep sigh, and Tav’s frown become deeper and deeper as the old guy talked. He had a damned good beard, if you asked Karlach. Obviously the news he had wasn’t the best, but… another day for the likes of them, huh?

She watched as Gale said something with a certain look on his face, a look Karlach thought she didn’t like. Seemed Tav didn’t quite like it either, cause soon she was frowning even harder, and obviously getting annoyed.

Gramps chose then to say his goodbyes and whoosh off into the afternoon.

Tav turned to Gale, frowning at him. An impressive frown, when it came to it. And Gale… Karlach winced when he said something with a determined expression on his face, gesturing decisively in front of him, and Tav threw up her hands.

Not great with women, was he?

Tav stalked off, straight toward the fire, and Karlach walked over too, not above a bit of gossip. Bonus points if she could find out the details before Shadowheart did.

“So…” she said, walking up to Tav’s side.

“Was that Gale’s grandad?”

Tav fixed her with a Look. She was damned good at those, too. Had the jaw for it, sort of square and hard. Karlach smiled, and pretended not to notice. It was a damned good Look, but you couldn’t beat the ones she’d seen in Avernus, unfortunately.

“Not exactly,” Tav grated out, somehow managing it between clenched teeth.

“That was Elminster Aumar,” she continued. “Come to tell Gale he needs to sacrifice himself for Mystra’s forgiveness.”

Karlach blinked.

“Wait. What?”

“You heard me,” Tav ran a hand through her hair, making the brown shimmer golden where it caught the light.

“Detonate the orb, kill this Absolute, Mystra deigns to forgive him.”

She spat into the fire, a thick gob that made Karlach proud, and a little sick.

Sacrifice himself for Mystra… gods, the poor man. He could be a bit of a twat sometimes, but she didn’t think exploding was a fair punishment for that. Being asked something like that by someone he trusted, someone he’d loved… if anyone could relate, Karlach could.

“Poor Gale…” she said, aware of Tav’s fists clenching in the corner of her eye, a muscle ticking in her jaw.

Karlach put a hand on her shoulder, grinning.

“I bet he could do with some cheering up. Oh! Oh! Tell him I haven’t read a book since secondary school and watch his face melt off!”

Karlach flashed an even bigger smile at Tav, but the other girl just frowned deeper, her lips a hard line.

“Go tell him yourself,” she said, and there was a deep sadness behind the bite in her voice. “I want nothing to do with him. Ever. Fair warning, though, he’s being insufferable about it.”

Karlach opened her mouth to respond, but at the glint in the younger girl’s eyes thought better of it. Instead, she let go of her shoulder, squared her own, and walked over to Gale with a practiced grin on her features.

He started slightly as she reached him where he was reading in front of his tent. Staring glumly at a page was a better description, though, since his eyes weren’t even moving across the page.

His eyes met hers, and the first thing she saw there was fear, before he mastered himself enough to smile.

“Karlach!” Deceptively cheery. Alright, she could do that. “To what do I owe the pleasure of your company?”

She stared for a second. Shit. Hadn’t thought this far ahead, had she?

“Help,” she blurted, then, when he raised an eyebrow expectantly, realised that wasn’t much better than no answer.

“Help… with… a book!” She said, smiling more out of appreciation for her quick thinking than anything else.

“I was wondering if you had one for me to read, since I haven’t picked one up since secondary school.” She shrugged.

“Figured it was time I picked up the old… ink… I suppose.”

Smooth, Karlach. Really smooth.

He stared at her for a moment, eyes wide.

“You haven’t…” he grimaced. “Please tell me that was an ill timed joke.”

She shrugged as innocently as she could manage.

“Wish I could, soldier.”

He sighed, fingers moving up to pinch the bridge of his nose.

“Weave help us all. Hold on a moment.”

He tried to stifle the groan as he got up to go through the books he had. The same way Tav did when she had to get up quickly. Karlach shook her head at the two of them.

Idiots.

As he was looking, she wondered what would be the best way to approach the topic, then settled on direct. The way she did everything in life.

“…So,” she started innocently, “You really thinking about going through with it, are you?”

He stilled, crouched over a pile of books.

“Ah,” he said, sitting back on his haunches. More athletic than she’d given him credit for, if she was being honest.

“I see. Tav put you up to this, did she?” He stood up from his knees with another stifled groan, and frowned up at her.

“Well, you can tell her I don’t need, nor do I want, any help making this decision.”

“Actually, she told me not to come over here. Said you might get…” she paused, trying to find the right word. “Touchy.”

“I’m not touchy!” He snapped at her.

She crossed her arms in front of her chest, popped a hip, and he took a breath before continuing.

“I’m merely… irritated,” he said, sounding as much, “by the fact that everyone else seems to think they know what is best. That she seems to think she knows what is best.”

He jerked his head in the direction of the fire, then turned away from Karlach, toward the entrance to his tent.

“Why don’t you explain it to me, then?” She asked gently, stopping him in his tracks.

“I’m your friend, Gale. If you really believe this is the best thing to do, then I want to hear about it! Why do you care so much about Mystra’s forgiveness?”

“Because… because magic is- it’s who I am!” He threw his hands in the air as he spun to face her again.

“My goddess gave me an order. Mystra gave me an order, and it is not my place to defy her.”

He took another deep breath, and his dark eyes seemed to look far away from their little camp in the mountains.

“I made a mistake, Karlach. I made a terrible, terrible mistake, and if my death is what it takes to make it right, then by the Weave I will do everything in my power to see it come to pass. If my death is all it takes to overthrow this Absolute then I have a moral duty to see it through.”

And he stood there, wrapped in self-righteousness and holy purpose with a lethal bomb in his chest, almost convincing himself that this suicide mission was really what he wanted, and Karlach couldn’t help but feel the biggest surge of pity for him. For both of them, if she was honest.

“Ugh,” she said, putting a hand on her hip as she studied him. “Wizards.”

He blinked, shut up for a moment. For once.

“Sorry?” He asked.

She sighed.

“Gale… look, as someone who knows what it feels like to have a bomb in their chest… you have so much to live for. And now that the orb isn’t a problem any more, you can live for it. So why would you throw it all away, just like that, on the whim of a goddess?”

He grinned at her, a sad little smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. Pity, since he was better looking when he was smiling.

“Huh,” a self deprecating little laugh. “Until a few weeks ago I was a hermit living in his tower with no one but his cat for company. What do I have to live for?”

And as if the gods willed it to happen, at that moment a bark of Shadowheart’s laughter reached them from the fire, and Karlach looked over to see her standing next to Tav, grinning. Tav was trying to hold back a smile of her own, trying, and failing miserably to hide the dimples in her cheeks, the twinkle in those grey eyes of hers.

Karlach watched them for a second, thanking whatever gods were up there for giving her friends like the two of them, especially now.

She turned back to Gale, and he was staring over at the fire with half a grin on his face, his eyes filled longing, with so much adoration she wanted to puke almost. Fuck, he was an idiot. Both of them were idiots. Fuck.

“Oh, I dunno,” she said, unable to stop a knowing little smile from forming on her lips. “I can think of at least one thing that might be worth living for.”

He started, his eyes leaving the fire, and a blush creeping over his bearded cheeks as he looked down at the ground, avoided her eyes. It was actually sort of adorable.

“You know,” she said softly, gently, “if I could find someone to look at the way you were just looking at her, I think I’d find every reason imaginable to stay alive.”

“Come now, Karlach,” he shook his head, like she was a child who hadn’t quite figured out how the world worked yet. She saw his eyes drawn almost involuntarily back toward the fire.

“What type of man would I be to choose one woman over the fate of the entire world? Or, if Mystra is correct, the fate of all Nine Realms?”

Karlach had never been one to mince her words. Or hide her feelings. Or be shy about the important stuff. Especially now.

“The type of man who’s in love, Gale.”

Another bark of laughter reached them from the fire, and this time it was Tav’s. This time her head tilted back as she laughed at something Shadowheart had said, and the light from the fire and the setting sun caught her just right, and she looked like a golden statue of herself, her eyes screwed up with laughter. It was such a truthful, open moment that Karlach found herself grinning along.

When her eyes opened, they met Gale’s across the fire, and she frowned immediately and looked away.

But not before Karlach saw the same longing she’d seen in Gale’s eyes. Not before she saw the hurt.

“The type of man who’s loved back,” she said quietly.

Gale didn’t reply, and she didn’t expect him to, but maybe she’d given him something to think about. Maybe she’d given the two of them a chance to be happy, at least for a little while. That was more than most people ever got. More than Karlach had thought she’d ever get.

That was worth something.

“‘Sides,” she continued more jovially, “She’s probably going to end up being the one that saves all of us anyway, I’d bet. Now I know she probably already told you this, but I’ll say it again. We’re going to find a different way.”

And with that she started toward the fire, because she had a bomb in her chest, too, and she’d be damned if she wasted even a second of her new life worrying about it. She’d be damned if she wasted even a second being sad about it, instead of living, instead of feeling, instead of hoping.

She supposed it was up to Gale to want the same.

“Karlach!” He called after her when she’d taken a few steps. She stopped, turned back to him, already grinning at the fragile hope in his eyes.

“Do you… you truly believe she… returns my feelings?” He asked her.

“I think you’re an idiot if you don’t, soldier.”

Ugh. Wizards.

#this is not as good as the other one #but you know what i like it #also sorry ive been reading abercrombie so i think karlach sounds a little like shivers oops #thats also where the spit comes from it just felt natural after best served cold🤷‍♀️#deal with it #anyway #bg3 #gale of waterdeep #gale dekarios #gale x tav #gale/tav #karlach cliffgate #gale bg3 #karlach bg3 #gale fic #gale dekarios fic #baldur’s gate 3 #my writing #wildweave

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octuscle · 6 months

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Merry Christmas! Or, er, Happy Holidays! Don’t wanna be presumptuous but I haven’t a clue what you celebrate, oh great wise Chronivac Support.

Aw why bother with niceties, you can probably tell I’m buttering you up. I’ll just get straight to it.

I live in the one campus dorm that’s right next to a frat house notorious for its wild, all-night parties. For most of my dorm mates, they love being so close to such a hotspot for booze and babes, but I—an eternally sober fruitcake— don’t really care for all that. Not to mention the loud music and flashing lights outside my window while I’m trying to sleep, god it drives me crazy.

Now, obviously I’m asking you to help me out, but I got a special request. Seeing as it’s the holly jolly time of year, I figured why not spice up my request. So, could you have one of their parties crashed by a real deal, mean Krampus? You know, Krampus, big, brutish, fuzzball that’s all about punishing naughty kids? You think you can have him punish those naughty frat boys and turn them into good little (or big, rather) musclebrats?

First of all, have a great holiday season too. I can't wish you a peaceful holiday season based on the information you've given me. I can understand you, but I don't really know how I can help you either. I'll send you a Krampus mask and a rod, maybe that will help with the next excess next door.

Bloody hell! It's Tuesday! In the middle of the week! Okay, maybe tomorrow is St. Nicholas Day, but that's no reason to make such a racket again. On the other hand… It's Krampus night. The evening of December 5th. There's no better occasion to put on the mask, grab the rod and really shake up the party in the house next door. You quickly put on a tracksuit and sneakers, put on the heavy mask, grab the rod and head next door.

The door is open. And step inside. Boozing and bawling frat boys are partying to loud music. And you see some of your roommates from your dorm. You shout "Krampus is here to punish the bad guys!" into the roar. And you start beating every jock who gets in your way with the rod. Nobody reacts at first. Then laughter. Then panic! Whoever your rod hits falls to the ground. You go into a sheer rush. Behind you, men lie on the ground with their limbs twitching, the drunken guys flee from you as best they can. But most of them just stumble over each other and make easy work of you. The big bell on your belt announces your arrival. You walk up the stairs with heavy steps. A few of the fugitives try to escape from the windows. A few barricade the doors. But no door can withstand your powerful step.

Apart from your own breathing and the music, nothing else can be heard. You pull the plug of the sound system out of the socket. Dead silence. The guys on the floor breathe peacefully and evenly. Another frat boy is hiding behind the sofa. One last strike with the rod. And your work on Krampus night is done.

Back in your dorm room, you take off your heavy mask. You're sweating in your heavy Krampus costume made of leather and sheepskins. The costume has been in your family for generations. Even your great-grandfather regularly took part in the Krampus runs in your home village in Salzburger Land.

Peace at last! "De verdammtn Gödln hom hodlt as kriagt, wos eana zugsteat!" you think to yourself as you finally take the costume off again and put it away in the wardrobe. And you fall into a deep and undisturbed sleep.

When your alarm clock rings at 07:00 the next morning, it's morning roll call in the fraternity house next door. The fraternity is known as the toughest training ground on campus. And home to the hottest guys. This morning they've been roaming the campus, stuffing candy and condoms into the good guys' polished boots. And now there are a few bare-chested push-ups in the snow. You love this sight.

You really couldn't ask for a better neighborhood.

Your pic found @hairysweatysmelly, the pic of the enhanced frat bros @nation-of-bros

#male tf #muscle tf #chronivac #bear tf #jock tf #xmas tf

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secretaccountlol · 2 years

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Mission accomplished.

This is smut 18+ <3

Let me know if you want to be apart of my tag-list in the comments <3

Also remember to reblog and comment it always helps

Hello! Y’all requested more sub!peter sooo.

Summary: You are pissed, pissed is an understatement, Peter did the mission without you.

CW: Dom!Reader x Sub!Peter, hair pulling, masochism, sadism, electric massager~, pussy eating, cum eating, Pet names (pretty boy, good boy) , Dom names (mistress and ma’am), degradation ,overstimulation, oh! And Typos <3

I’m going to kill him, is what you thought. You kicked open the door to his room, to see a frantic Peter.

“Oh.. hi sweetheart? Uhm..w-what’s up?” Your eyes narrowed at his sheepish smile. “You know what, Peter.” Your arms crossed, your feet tapped lightly. Your anger boils when you see him simply shrug his shoulders at your questions.

“You went on the mission, without me!”

“Oh.. that..”

“Yeah ‘oh that’” you mocked, “We are a fucking team remember? We’re all we fucking have! You can’t just shit behind my back, that’s not how this works!” You huffed, you were now towering over Peter as he stared at you, you watched as a knot formed in his throat, his eyes softened to pacify you.

“I-I’m sorr-“

“Don’t give a stupid apology you don’t mean, Pete!” Peter’s eyes drift away from yours, without thinking you grip his hair to pull his face up to face yours again, a moan slips through his lips before his face flushes.

“Did you just fuckin’ moan?” You searched his face for answers as he gnawed at his lip, “N-no of cour’ no-“ you tug his hair again, you watch as his eyes close in delight as he groans.

“You’re a little masochist aren’t ya, Pete?” You whisper in delight, you smile as you watch him try to hide his excitement. “N-no! That’s not what..”

“Then what is it? Hm?” Peter was silent, “What? Can’t speak now?” You tug on his hair softly, his only reply pathetic whimper.

“Well Peter, I think you should be punished for what you did today.”

“Punished?”

“Mmhm, do you want that? To be punished?”

“..yes”

“You’re gonna do what I say then, everything I say, Pete.”

Peter nodded, his doe eyes made you warm.

“If you really don’t want to do something or want to stop, say ‘pineapple’ okay?” You gripped his chin to make sure his eyes stayed trained on yours as he nodded once more.

“I need verbal communication, baby boy”

“Y-yes I understand”

“Good boy! On the bed, now.”

Peter’s jittery movements made you want to fuck him right on the spot you bit your lip as you observed him quickly sit on the bed, waiting for his next orders like a dog.

“Strip.”

Peter’s movements are slow, eyeing to see if you’d do the same as you took a seat in the chair he was previously occupying. “A-are you going to-?”

“I don’t question me, Parker. Do what you’re told.” You spit out, and watch as his cheeks flush, his pace speeding up. Soon he’s naked in front of you, twiddling his thumbs as he stares at the ground.

“I haven’t even done anything and you’re already hard? God, you’re pathetic, y’know?”

“I bet you’ve had a hard-on since I started yelling at you, hm?”

“I-I’m not!”

“N-no..t not true.”

“Peter, don’t lie to me.”

Peter’s lips are pressed into a thin line, “Mm, that’s what I thought. Open your legs for me, Pete.”

“Yes, mis-“ The words caught in Peter’s throat, his eyes wide as they stared like he’d been caught.

“It’s okay if ya wanna call me mistress or ma’am, Pete. I don’t mind.”

“Y-yes mistress.” As his legs opened his cock bounced up and tapped his stomach, red and leaking already.

You sit up, sauntering over to him, “Do you want me to touch you?” Your hands ghost over his thighs, making him jump slightly, you chuckle at how sensitive he is.

“Yes.. please. “

“Oh, and he has manners” your hands trace up his thighs all the way to his cock, and your finger pushes down on the tip, Peter whines as his face scrunches. “So so so sensitive.” Your hands slide down his shaft, pumping slowly as you watch his face contorted in pleasure.

“God- that- mmhn!” Peter’s voice cracked, “Coming undone so soon?” His hips stuttered as your hands sped up. “Sh-shut up!” You mockingly gasp, slapping his thigh, hard, earning a hiss from him.

“Tell me to shut up again, I'll make sure you’ll regret it.”

You licked his ear as you spoke, pulling away once you felt him shiver. You hum as you feel his breath grow erratic as he tries to fuck himself faster into your hands. “ Such a fucking pervert, bet you’ve been dreaming of this moment,” Peter whines as you talk, lifting his hips to match your strokes, his knuckles turning white from gripping the sheets. “Please- fuck! Mm- I’m- hnn!”

“Your? Hm?”

“G-gonna c-cu..”

“You haven’t earned it yet, beg and I might let you cum.”

“Please! P-please! M-mistress! I ca-cant hold on much longer- plea-“ Peter’s breath hitched as his movements became sloppier, “I’m sososo..hhnn! I’m so clo-ose!!” Peter’s eyes shut tight as he attempted to speak more.

“Go on, cum.”

“T-tha-mm!Than-..yo-!” Peter’s body shakes before he can properly thank you, his cum comes up in thick ropes covering your hands and his stomach in long lines, he pants as he lays back, trying to catch his breath.

“You didn’t say thank you.” You frown, you stand before walking out the room, Peter can’t be bothered to lift his head, as you come back.

“M-mm s-sorr- for not thankin-ah!” Peter’s cock twitches as your hands stroke his dick slowly. “Pl-mm hold on, it's still sensitive.”

You say nothing as you turn on your secret weapon, Peter’s head perks up as he hears the buzz. “Y-your not-!” You smirk as you inch the massage head closer to his tip. “Lay back down.” You lightly press the vibe to his tip, he squeals his head thrown back.

“M-Mmis- ohh!” His hips pressed into the bed in a failed attempt to move away from the vibration.

“Aww is it too much for you?” You cooed, you pressed the vibe harder into his tip, holding his shaft gingerly. His body tries to jerk away but you keep him trapped with your hands. “Mm-Mhn! Ah-! T-too much..!“ his whines made you turn up the vibration, his breath became shallow as you watch him drift,

“S-ahh..ngh.”

“What’s wrong? Can't take it?”

You snatch the vibe away, Peter’s guttural moans filled the air as he cums, his hands grip the sheets as his whole body spasms. His arms shield his face as he tries to gain his breath back, you take the downtime to get undressed by the time he sits up your naked.

“What? Never seen a girl naked before?”

“I- no! I- I have!” He stammered, “You're just very.. cute”, his hands running up your sides, “Flattering me will get you nowhere, spider..hands to your side.”

“It’s n-not..I’m..not!” his hands squeeze you before resting them by his side, “I-I mean it…”

You smile before climbing on his lap, “Be a darling and help me line myself up with your dick.”

“Y-yes ma’am..” his shaky hands held his dick as his face turned red, you could tell he wanted to touch you again, but couldn’t find the words to ask as you slowly inched down onto his cock.

“Ooh..you’re so big, Pete” you close your eyes as you attempt to lift up again, Peter whines as you move, his hands hovering above your hips. “Mistress!Pleaseplease can I t-touch you! Please!” Peter’s pleading sent dopamine to your brain.

“Mm, S-since, fuck.. you asked so nicely” Peter’s hands grip your hips, hard. As you picked up speed, soon the room was filled with your panting and Peter’s moans.

“You f-fill me so well, Pete. God- I-I’m-“ your hips stuttered as that familiar pressure built in your stomach, “Ah-.. fuckfuckfuck..mm” your ass grinds down his cock as you inch closer.

“M-mi-m-! M-may I…I cum I-in you? please!” Peter babbles as his eyes closed, “Keep your eyes on me, pretty boy.” Your hands lay on his hands as his eyes hang low as they stare at you. “Yeah, t-there we are, g-good boy, ready to cum? H-hm?” Peter’s head nods rapidly, his eyebrows knit together trying to stay focused on your words. You rub your clit furiously as your head tilts back as you cum, “Mm- cum for me, Peter! Hhn-“ you hear Peter whine before sloppily thrusting into you, soon you’re filled with warmth as his semen pumps into you, you both pant catching your breath. You stand up letting his cock and cum fall out of you, before you start looking for your discarded clothes

“I-..can I eat you out?” Peter’s voice is a whisper, you look back at him as he rubs the back of his neck. “You literally just came in me, and you wanna eat me out?”

Peter’s face eyebrows furrowed in confusion, “Uhm? Yeah?” His head cocks to the side, you chuckle.

“Who am I to stop you?” You climb back on the bed, laying on your back. His hands slid down your legs as you opened them. “Y-you’re..so gorgeous mm” Peter licks a long stride up your pussy, you shiver groaning. “Oh holy shit, Pete.” His mouth sucks on your clit before sliding through your folds, your hands grip his hair pushing him harder into your pussy.

“Dud-fuck..mm- wh-who knew…hol- sh-!” Your eyes closed as he motorboats your pussy, “Oh-!” His mouth sucks on your clit again as he adds two fingers in your hole, “Fuck! Yesyesyes! Holyshityouresogood-“ Peter groans as you tug tighter on his hair, his fingers pick up speed as you arch back. “Mm- good boy!Yesyes-right the-there..!!” Both of your hand's lace through his hair as you.

“Fuck- I-I’m..hngh..Peter don’t stop-!” You seize as you cum., giving his hair a final pull as he moans into you. He tongues your hole cleaning you out before he pulls away, his face messy pussy juice smeared all over his hands and mouth, makes you horny all over again.

“Did I do good?” Peter’s puppy dog eyes flashed you, you grinned. “You did more than good, c’mere.” You sit up as you pull him into a kiss.

“I-..uhm can we do this again sometime?”

“Oh? Do you really think this was a one-time thing? After that pussy eating you’re never getting away from me”

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maximoff-forevermore · 7 months

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thank you sm for the tag @healmydesires 💋🫶🫶

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i have SO much to say, but then again, i always do

i’ll start with my top five, and then do some honourable mentions because five fics is NOT a big enough list for me

1. Red Light by @kiwisbell

you may NEVER hear me stop talking about this fic. EVER. Red Light!Joel has taken up more headspace than anything else in a good long while, and i’ve reread this fic so many times if you asked me to rewrite it from memory i probably could, but i wouldn’t, because i’d never do it the justice kiwi did. this fic basically belongs to me, because no one can love it as much as me. i could go on and on, but there’s not enough time in the world.

2. The Dress Series by @janaispunk

can i let y’all in on a secret? i got the outrageous honour of talking to jana about the third part in this series, it’s like getting a shoutout from an artist winning a grammy, only better. this series restarted my obsession with dave, and i’ve had such brainrot about him since i started. LORD HAVE MERCY ON MY SOUL it’s so good, and the taylor titles GOD.

3. Las Mañanas by @kiwisbell

i had to be very careful, or else every fic on my top five list would be one of kiwi’s and people would think i’m biased (i am, just a little). so i only chose my two favourites, and this series was one of them. it brought so much light and life to the minutes i spent reading it, and i just had the best time!! javi my beloved, you have such a special place in my cold, dead heart, you wife-loving POOKIE!!

4. The In My Hometown Series by @swiftispunk

A SERIES INSPIRED BY ‘TIS THE DAMN SEASON *buries face into pillow and screams* ‘tis the damn season is one of my all time favourite songs, and it was done SUCH JUSTICE. this fic had just the right amount of everything, and i’m so grateful i got to read it!!

5. Punishment by @joelsgreys

OOOOOH HOT DAMN. there was something about this fic that made me drool, because hELLO JOEL MILLER?? gods that man is FINE AS FUCK, and this fic so perfectly captures that😫😫 i had the time of my fucking life reading it, and it was so SO worth every second. my next, pls joel🙏

those fics have such a special place in my heart, but so do many others, let’s go through them!!

Is It Over Now? by @planet-marz1 OH this one is my SHIT!!! angst is so delicious for twelve months of the year, and this one shot was me being FED. i loved every minute, and fuck joel, not in the horny way this time🙄

Sexfiles.mp3 by @beskarandblasters tim rockford, the grandma investigator, and love of my life WHERE have you been all this time?? this fic gave me that alligator-jiggling fever

the Seams series by @fuckyeahdindjarin MY BELOVED POOKIES!!!! i love lucy to the ends of the earth, and joel and pins have the CUTEST fucking relationship on the planet

A Lover’s Pinch series by @hier--soir pull me out of the dumpster and fuck me sideways GOOD MORNING TO YOU TOO??? gods the sex is just so BXKANDIWNSKW clawing at my fucking WALLS!!!! i haven’t finished this series yet but when i do you may NEVER hear the fucking end of me🗣️🗣️

the Pretty Little Wife series by @beardedjoel OH MAMA, i need a fan because it is HOT AS HELL in here😫😫these fics give me such housewife-fever, i love them just a bit TOO much

Real Gods Require Blood, by @pr0ximamidnight you guys have no FUCKING idea how obsessed i am with this fic. the minute it’s possible to make fics into physical things, i will turn this fic into cocaine and snort it faster than you can scream “he’s evil!”, and even if you did scream it, i wouldn’t care, because WOW is he hot as hell

Feelings on Fire by @joelscruff CAN WE TALK ABOUT IT. CAN WE TALK ABOUT IT. CAN WE—im so obsessed. and i don’t mean that lightly. this series has CHANGED ME. i am moved. i am reborn. i am SOMETHING ELSE. i can’t get over this series i’m not sorry, it’s just so so SO good

and last, but definitely NOT least, Truth or Dare, ALSO by @joelscruff I’M SO UNWELL. I NEED HIM. I NEED THIS. I AM IN DIRE, DESPERATE NEED OF THIS FIC. it’s so so close to my heart, i actually physically cannot get over it. like, guys, GUYS. this fic is such a go-to of mine, and so close to my heart.

and that was my long, long, LONG list, but honestly, i’m not even halfway done. so many fics and so many fic writers have changed my life, and if i was less tired and had more energy to type, i’d list them all<3

all the love to every single fic writer out there, you are doing the most, and if you need someone to read something you’ve written or you think i’ll enjoy something, don’t hesitate to send it my way!!

tagging everyone who wants to participate!!!

as always, my obligatory taylor gifs:

#MY FAVES #i just love them all sm #my world

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rickgrimeswifey · 2 years

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Request: could you please write one where y/n goes out into the woods without permission or guarding and negan finds out which causes an argument and he gives y/n a spanking which leads to sex 😉 pleasee thankyou so much if u do!

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A/n: Just saw this in my ask box and oh my god this whole fic just laid itself out perfectly in my head!! IMPORTANT NOTE: I’ve never written the ‘spanking’ part before so you’ll have to bare with that part and try not to cringe to death while you read my first attempt at that.

I HAVEN’T CHECKED FOR ANY TYPOS OR SUCH SO JUST BE AWARE!

Category: Smut

Pairing: Negan Smith x fem!reader

Season: 5 (I know he doesn’t exist in the show yet but this gotta be before Rick and his group)

Warnings: Verbal argument, language, pure filth, spanking, hair pulling, degrading, unprotected sex, cream pie, rough sex, use of the pet-names, good girl and baby.

Word count: 4.2k

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She knew it was very wrong and dangerous... but she needed to get out of there for a short while. Not for too long, just half an hour or so. Being Negans wife was great overall expect when he got mad.

Y/n had done this once before and when she was caught, Negan completely lost his shit. His rules are never meant to be broken. The consequences she'd gotten from going out into the woods was the worst punishment she had ever received, Negan had given her the silent treatment for three weeks. He went that hard on her because she refused to apologize before he had his men lock her inside her bedroom. She was kept in her room where she wasn't allowed to see him or interact with anyone expect when Simon brought her dinner. Those were the longest three weeks of her life and it affected her mentally.

Sure, it was like torture on her side, although, it was still nothing too extreme coming from Negan. She had her own bathroom, was fed meals everyday and had a comfortable bed. He could've just thrown her in a cell yet he went easy on her. Negan knew exactly what he was doing when he locked her in there because as soon as he let her out himself, Y/n latched onto him starting to kiss him and apologize. She had missed her husband a lot. She never dared to rule against Negan for three months until here she was again wondering around deep inside the forest until she found a large beautiful tree to sit down by and relax.

The guards that were on watch were easy to sneak past, even though Negan didn't let her go outside unsupervised for the first couple of week after she was let out of her room, she still knew who was gonna be where and when. The guards that were outside right now doesn't pay a lot of attention to who goes where, they mostly just sits on their ass talking with each other. Therefore Y/n could just more or less walk out of there.

When she felt like she had enough of being out here after what she assumed was about an hour, she started to stand up to then make her way back to the Sanctuary. After she stood up she pulled down her tight black dress, she thought it was too short since it ended at the start of her thighs but Negan loved it. It had a v-shaped cleavage and the t-shirt arm parts were separated into two pieces. There were two straps on each arm, one went over the scapula and then the shoulder was bare and then there was the next strap that was thicker than the other one. Y/n was also wearing some jewelry, a pair of gold earrings, bracelet and a necklace. Negan had gotten it all for her when she said she wanted to make her outfit look fancier and more expensive, since the dress looked to be pricey.

Once she saw the Sanctuary again she snuck back inside to her room. Happy that she'd gotten away with sneaking out or so she thought... when it was starting to become nighttime Simon walked into the lounge to announce who Negan wanted to see. It was Wednesday and he had just had Y/n in his room yesterday, that's why her and the other wives furrowed their eyebrows in unison. Confusion washing over all of their faces. Negan never called for someone two days in a row unless the wife was new, he was always more interested in getting to know the new wife and spending his time with her to make her feel welcome.

Y/n stood up and went along as Simon escorted her to Negans room. This was also weird because they just did this for the new wives, for them to learn the route to Negans room. Y/n always went alone, she knew all the ways around here. When they reached Negans room he was nowhere to be found, Y/n looked back at Simon with pure confusion on her face. He just stood firmly on the ground leant against the doorway.

"Negan will arrive soon, please go ahead and take a seat in the meantime." Simon informed and reached out his arm to signalize for Y/n to sit down in the armchair.

She squinted her eyes trying to understand what the hell was going on because this was very weird. She didn't disobey though, she walked over slowly and took a seat in the leather armchair. The leather squeaking being the only noise that was heard inside the room. Simon didn't leave the doorway, he just stood there waiting. Y/n turned around carefully and inspected him, he was looking down onto the floor lost in his own thoughts. She turned back around and started to get nervous, something was definitely wrong here.

Y/n continued staring forward until she heard footsteps down the hall. She looked down onto her hands, that she was now fiddling around with her fingers with, trying to ease the anxiety that was increasing rapidly. Y/n knew those footsteps, it was Negan.

"You can take your leave now Simon, I've got it from here." He sheeted when he walked into the room with Lucille on his shoulder.

Simon closed the door before walking away leaving Y/n alone with Negan. She followed him with his gaze as he placed Lucille down at the door then walked by her to pour some whiskey before sitting down in front of her on his leather couch. He drank all the whiskey he poured up before sighing feeling the burn in his throat. Negan placed the glass down on the table in front of him. He leant back onto his couch staring at her. His gaze was unreadable, it looked sweet, stern and angry all at once. Negan himself looked very calm though, no nostrils flaring or rapid breathing. Y/n started to relax now, thinking Simon just escorted her because Negan had some delay with his business here at the place he runs.

"How've you been, doll?" He asked placing his leg over the other and lacing his fingers together, putting his hands on his left thigh.

"I've been doing okay, how about you?" Y/n wondered putting her leg over her other leg just like Negan had done.

"I’ve been doing fucking great dear wife, what you been up to today?" Negan slimmed his eyes down at her, staring at her intensely.

Y/n's pulse rose, maybe he knew after all. She just couldn't let him know she was getting nervous. So she sat still and answered calmly. "I've been down at the library getting a new book to read... nothing else really.” Y/n shrugged.

"Nothing else, at all?" Negan questioned and looked her up and down.

She swallowed thickly, he definitely knew. Still she wouldn't give in, Y/n knew he wanted her to. Yet, she wouldn't budge.

"So your definition of 'nothing else really' is sneaking out of here just like you did a while back?" He put his other leg down on the ground and leant forward, now staring more sternly at Y/n.

She sunk into her seat a little growing increasingly worried and anxious.

"I didn't do that." Y/n was quick to defend herself.

"Oh, but you did sweetheart. You must think I have no idea what goes around here, and now that you did this again, poor Jimmy will have to face the iron for not doing his job properly." Negan informed knowing she would almost break when he threatened the leader of the group that was on guard duty to face the iron.

Y/n just stared at him, refusing to give in. Negans facial expression grew more irritated, his eyes slimming down more and that grin of his turning into a frustrated frown.

"I. didn't. fucking. do. it." She growled at him, fuming for trying to guilt her into confessing.

Negan slammed his fist onto the table out of anger making Y/n jump in her seat at the sound of the obnoxiously loud bang. Her chest was rising rapidly, Negan making her furious.

"Then I guess Jimmy will have to fucking face Lucilles bad side instead and the whole rest of the group, do you want that?" Negan threatened, his nostrils flaring. "If you just goddamn admit to running off again, he can get the iron and the others will be spared." He said fuming with anger.

"Alright!" Y/n snapped. "Fine, I did it. I ran off into the woods again!" She confessed, having Negan successfully break her.

He stared at her with his jaw tightly clenched.

"What did I say would happen last time if you ever pulled something like that again?" Negan asked, his voice full with edge and fury.

She sunk down further into the chair remembering his exact words. She broke off the eye contact and started fiddling with her fingers, looking down at the floor.

“I see you remember,” he said amused. “Repeat it for me.” Negan spat, Y/n knew he wasn’t playing around.

All she could do know was try and ease the level of cruelness the punishment she soon had to face was going to be at. Y/n knew Negan didn’t play around when it was about his rules.

“You said, ‘If you ever try to pull something like this again, I’ll throw you in one of the cells and find another wife.’” Y/n swallowed thickly, she hadn’t thought of that earlier when she was outside.

“That is exactly right!” Negan snapped, whisper shouting.

“Negan please-” Y/n started to plea but was cut off.

“Please what? Don’t throw you into one of those shitty cells and feed you dog food?” He retorted.

She looked up from the ground to Negan, nodding slowly. Looking at him with sad big eyes hoping it would have some affect on him.

“I’m sorry...” Y/n apologized, voice full of regret, almost shaking with fear.

Negan just stared at her for a couple minutes just inspecting her features as she continuously stared at him hoping he’d change his mind. When he stood up suddenly, Y/n flinched thinking he was gonna grab her and take her to the cells. But he walked slowly passed her and to his bed. He clicked his tongue against the top of his mouth meanwhile he slowly unzipped his leather jacket.

“Now what am I going to do with you...” he sighed.

Y/n sat looking down at the floor again, she didn’t dare to look up again at him. When Negan had placed his leather jacket, his belts and his leather glove on his bed he walked back to the couch, taking a seat further to the other armrest this time past the middle part. He leant back and looked at her again making Y/n look up, she didn’t dare to push him further by not cooperating. Negan gently patted his lap and motioned for her to come over with his fingers.

She furrowed her eyebrows but obeyed standing up and walking around the table standing by his lap. Y/n stared at him, confused as of what he wanted her to do.

“Lay down.” He instructed and patted his lap softly again.

“What are you going to do, Negan?” Y/n asked now more confused than worried.

“Well you haven’t been behaving and you deserved to be punished old school if you don’t want to go in the cell...” Negan taunted.

“You want to spank me...?”

“Mhm...” Negan hummed. “Until that sweet ass of yours looks all marked up.”

Y/n suddenly felt offended, he’d never done anything like that before or spoke of it. And it was quite offensive and degrading to think of it.

“No.” She said plainly.

He just raised an eyebrow at her and smirked.

“Really?” he asked grinning. “No?” Negan pouted at her.

“No, never in my life Negan.” Y/n crossed her arms across her chest to try and assert her dominance in the situation.

“You do know there are a lot of other women wanting to fill your place?” Negan asked daringly, but it wasn’t a really question more a threat.

“Great, you can spank them instead.” She bitched at him.

“Woh!” He breathed out surprised and amused. “You have big balls for someone being minutes away from being thrown into a dark and cold cell.” Negan reminded her passive aggressively, making Y/n consider his offer for a second about her receiving a spanking.

It was better than that torture hell hole they called a cell, no one wanted that. Negan wasn’t going to hurt her, it was just that she didn’t want to be so submissive to him all the time. Can’t she be aloud to go outside, what is the big deal? Negan noticed her thinking about it and smiled widely to himself.

“You know you deserve it...” his mocking voice rang loudly in her ears.

Y/n shot an annoyed look at him telling him to shut up. He just smiled, sliding his tongue between his teeth slowly. She had never seen him so satisfied and amused before.

“You’re a fucking sicko Negan.” She seethed as she went forward and sat down beside him.

“C’mon you’ll like it, as much of a naughty girl as you are, breaking rules and shit.” He placed his hand on her back. “I’ll take good care of you.” Negan grinned guiding her to lay over his lap. “You gotta get some punishment.”

“Asshole.” Y/n rolled her eyes.

She was laid over his lap with her lower stomach on his lap and her ass up in his direction. Negan started drawing small circles going up her thigh making Y/n feel heat rising in her lower stomach. He grabbed the end of her dress and pulled it up over her ass revealing her soft flesh completely expose since she was wearing a thong.

“Tell me baby, were you hoping for this earlier today? I mean judging by the choice of black lace underwear, can’t even call it underwear more a pair of two strings-”

“Stop being such a fucking dick.” Y/n growled from her position looking back at him.

“Oh,” he breathed out daringly. “Feisty today, aren’t ya?”

“Just fucking get started...” she mumbled.

“You’re eager for it, aren’t you?” Negan asked meanwhile he caressed her ass, guiding his hand to her pussy. “Tell me Y/n...” he began, teasing her inner thighs with his devilish touches. “Would you rather have me here at your pretty pussy?”

Y/n had to hold back a small moan from his words. Fuck, she thought to herself. Why did this man have to know her so well? She wanted to be mad at him, she needed to be because he had been such a fucking asshole but she just couldn’t stay mad.

“Mmm...” she hummed.

“What was that?” Negan was quick to ask, sliding his finger closer to the fabric of her thong. “Want me to remove these slutty pair of panties, babydoll?”

“Fuck... yeah.” Y/n exhaled deeply, feeling Negan reach for the hem of her underwear.

He then slid his hand up her thigh after throwing the panties onto the floor. When he got to her heat he pressed his knuckle lightly against her clit, making her grip onto the couch and pull her lower lip in between her teeth, biting down in hopes to hold the moan trying to escape her lips out. When Negan put more pressure on her clit with his knuckle, Y/n couldn’t help but to let out a moan.

“Please...” she plead, not quite sure what she was begging for.

“No no. You still have a punishment remaining, don’t for a second think I’ve forgotten about that.” Negan reminded, making her more bite down onto her lip again.

The thought of a spanking now sounded more exciting to Y/n as she was feeling hot. She felt his hand slowly going over her ass cheek, Negan gripped her ass making her gasp before he raised his hand and a loud smack was hard in the room. Y/n felt the stinging on her ass and wanted to touch it out of reflex to ease the pain but Negan grabbed her hand, pushing it away. Soon the stinging sensation turned into something that was somewhat pleasurable. Another hard smack landed on the exact same spot making Y/n gasp again feeling how her core started aching, begging for someone to please her. It tingled satisfyingly on her asscheek as Negan landed another sharp spank. She let out a soft moan from the feeling earning another smack on the exact same place from Negan.

“Shit.” Y/n whimpered after a couple of minutes when Negan had smacked the same spot rapidly and it was now turning into a sharp stinging sensation she didn't like as much.

“What’s the matter baby, starting to not enjoy yourself as much anymore?” Negan taunted.

“Fuck off.” Y/n spat through gritted teeth only earning a harder smack from Negan.

He gripped her hair pulling her head back. “Had enough yet?”

Negan spanked her again and she moaned with her cheeks flushed red, eyes looking forward with tears starting to form in them from the overwhelming stinging.

“You ever gonna pull something off like that again?” Negan asked with a dangerously low tone in her ear.

“Fuck. you.” Y/n remarked.

He gripped her hair tighter and smacked the hardest he’d done yet making Y/n’s back arch as she opened her mouth and let out a soft gasp. She quickly chewed down onto her bottom lip not wanting Negan to see her enjoying this. Because then she’d prove him right about the fact that she did in fact like this.

“You ever gonna pull something like that again?” He asked again now practically growling in her ear.

When she didn’t answer Negan landed another hard smack making Y/n cry out from the stinging sensation. Her right asscheek having multiple red marks silhouetting a hand, all of the marks were almost in the same spot.

“I’m not!” she cried out from the mix of pleasure and pain.

He smacked her ass once again still having her hair in a tight grip, Y/n had her eyes closed concentrated on the stinging on her ass. “You promise?” she could hear Negan purr in her ear.

“Yes, Negan! I promise!” she swore as her voice trembled, completely overwhelmed by this new type of pleasure.

Negan landed one last brutal spank before leaning into her ear and whispering; “Good.” Sending a chilling shiver down Y/n’s spine.

He let go of her hair and Y/n breathed heavily into the couch, the stinging on her ass calming down now that another smack was not collided with it. Although, the aching between her legs was not calming down, this whole thing had made her so turned on and she had no idea why. She felt Negan hand creep up her inner thigh back to her cunt. Her body shook from being so aroused when he put a bit of pressure on her clit then proceeded to feel how wet she was.

“Shit,” he grinned. “You really liked that didn’t you?” Negan taunted teasingly.

“Shut up.” Y/n growled hating how right he was.

“You know what?” he removed his hand from her core making Y/n cry out in frustration. “I do not appreciate that tone of yours. You need to calm the fuck down.” Negan warned.

“I don’t give a shit.” She pushed him further.

Y/n gasped when Negan gripped her hair tightly and pulled her head back. “Do you want me to fuck that nasty attitude out of you? Because I will gladly do it, if it means that I will not have to put up with that annoying ass attitude of yours.”

She whimpered at his words thinking about what he’d just said. Y/n pushed her hips down in hopes of that Negans hand was under her since she couldn’t look back and see for herself.

“Would you like that doll?” he asked wanting her to say it herself.

“Yes!” Y/n cried out frustrated, still trying to search for his fingers.

Negan pulled her up from her lap and stood up, he turned her around so that she was on her knees on the couch, her chest past the backrest, hands gripping onto it. Negan reached to the zipper of Y/n’s dress and pulled it down, then he roughly pulled the dress over her head automatically making her sit up to follow the motion of the piece of fabric that was being pulled off of her. He quickly unclasped her bra and tossed it onto the floor where the dress was already laying. Negan put his hand on her upper back and pressed her forward so that she was bent over the couch.

He unzipped his jeans and pulled his thick length out. Then Negan proceeded to grip Y/n’s hips and held her in place before guiding his dick to her dripping entrance. She groaned at the feeling how Negan stretching her just the way she loved. Y/n gripped onto the couch when he began moving inside her, pulling his hips back to then ram back inside. It was fortunate for Y/n that Negan was holding her in place since she still flew forward with the force he was using.

“Fuck!” she cried out enjoying how Negan repeatedly pounded in and out of her.

“Yeah? You like this?” he asked. “Now tell me, are you going to be a good girl from now on?”

He had bent himself over so his mouth was at her ear, making her whole body shiver as he whispered. Y/n bit down on her lower lip, focusing on the pleasure currently being brought to her.

“Are you?” Negan spat, yanking her head backwards by her hair.

All Y/n could do was moan and whimper while he fucked into her brutally. She opened her mouth trying to answer but no words came out, just a gasp.

“Answer me baby...” he whispered teasingly with seduction in his voice.

She held on tighter to the backrest and couldn’t even hold her own head up when Negan let go off of her hair and stood up properly again.

“Yes, Negan!” Y/n managed to get out, it didn’t sound genuine though more pornographic.

“Good.” Negan grunted firmly, thrusting into her cunt harder.

As the minutes passed Y/n became louder and louder while Negan became more and more confident. He knew he could always make her into this speechless and begging mess during sex.

“Goddamn it, you feel so fucking good around me.” Negan groaned, thrusting into her deeper than before making Y/n arch her back when he hit that special spot.

She screamed out in pleasure as he continuously hit her sweet spot, the knot in her stomach starting to build. Negan smiled at her from behind in pride. He was proud over how loud he made her, how she couldn’t help but be so loud because he made her feel so fucking good.

“Negan!” She called out, he knew this meant that she was very close.

She always began to call out when she was on edge of having an orgasm. As soon as Negan angled his thrust Y/n was pushed over the edge, feeling how the knot in her stomach became undone. Biting down on the backrest while she came, due to the insane pleasure. She didn’t know how else to handle it.

He wasn’t far behind her now, when Negan saw her become undone it turned him on a hundred times more. He continued pounding in and out of her, the wet noises of them filling the room. Y/n’s moans no longer being heard since she was recovering from the full body orgasm she’d just had. Her breath shaky, face red and hair all messed up.

Negan began slowing down his thrusts, grunting when he rammed inside her furiously with all the strength he had. Y/n had put the left side of her face down on the backrest so it was now resting in-between her hands that were still gripping the couch. The tight grip was important so that she wouldn’t slide into the cushions when Negan slammed into her with such force. Soon enough he was stood still, buried as much as he possibly could be inside her. Then he filled her up with his seed, coating her walls white.

His breathing was now matching Y/n’s, both breathing heavily. Negan let himself slip out of her as he softened. He studied how Y/n looked freshly fucked, calming down from pleasure that had filled her to the brim. Negan couldn’t help but to notice how attractive she looked like this. Sweat pearling on her skin, cheeks red, hair messed up and how exhausted she looked. He bent over her and tucked the strands of hair that were in the way behind her right ear.

“Fuck, you are hot...” Negan purred in her ear before pressing a kiss to her neck.

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