#or I will crawl under yer bed

[meloncr0umbs]

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This time w Metal Bat & Garou huehue

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[droaxa]

this game

✧tags: yandere cheater x reader pt. 3

✧warnings: kidnapping, bondage, MNDI, reader is touched inappropriately

✧a/n: hey guys this is gonna be the final part of my yandere cheater, i really appreciate all the love i've got so far and i'm excited to show you all what I thought up for the final bit! don't hate me too much for the end haha

part 1 - part 2 - part 3

The first sensation that hits you as you wake is a burning feeling in your throat. you shoot up immediately and go into a coughing fit, what happened? The second sensation is the blinding bright lighting, a harsh white compared to the soft yellow in your dorm. Your eyelids feel stuck as you try to open your eyes, almost as if they were glued together.

You force your eyes open and your surroundings alarm you, even in your drowsy state. This room clearly wasn't yours. In fact, it wasn't Raph's either. You knew his room, messy and boyish but not sterile and clean like this. You observe your surroundings, a mostly empty room with minimal items but all necessary furniture.

Then you locate the cause of the ache in your wrists; two tightly tied ropes connecting you to the bed frame. You try to pull away, hoping the knots will come loose but to no avail. Your legs are free unlike your arms, but bare. You're dressed in a large t-shirt, something you knew Raph owned and just your panties. You dreaded being exposed to Raph in such an intimate way, especially considering that he most likely changed you, but the thin layers were better than nothing.

As if hearing your silent plea that he shouldn't come through the door, Raph enters with the click of the lock unlatching. His smug, almost satisfied look makes you uneasy. What did he have planned for you?

"Finally up sweets? I was gettin' bored without ya" he drawls out, stalking closer to the bed with every step.

You inhale sharply and attempt to pull yourself into a sitting position by your wrists, not wanting to be lying down as that man approached you. But almost as if reading your mind, he crawls into the bed. Grabbing your ankle and pulling you down into a resting position with him over you.

"Uh uh" he tuts, "No runnin' away, but I mean-" he cracks a menacing grin. "It's not like there's anywhere to run to huh?"

Your eyebrows furrow as you plead with him, "Raph please, just let me go and I won't tell anyone what you did. If you have any love or at least respect for me, please let me go"

He cocks his head to the side as if thinking about your demand, then all of a sudden-

BAM!

He's on top of you, hands on either side of your head and legs keeping your legs down. "I'm doing this because I love you, can't you see? I know imma asshole for cheating but c'mon. Don't say you didn't miss me"

You scoff and hiss out your words, "Miss you? You're just a cheating lowlife and psycho who couldn't take what he dished out"

"Psycho?" He grabs your face, squishing your cheeks in the process. "Well yer life is in the hands of this psycho darling, so I'd watch what you say" He leans in even closer, his hair now tickling your forehead. "All I did was prove my love for you, getting rid of that bitch, taking care of my brother. They were all getting in between us"

You try to stay calm but tears start to form in your eyes, he was the one who tore you two apart. Not your friends or his brother. "It was you that got between us. Just because you tried to right your wrongs, in the worst way possible, doesn't mean I need to forgive you"

Like he was waiting for you to say that, he grins again "Forgive me? Oh, you'll be forgiving me soon"

He lifts up your body just enough to allow his larger one to fit under you, you were lying on him. Just like when you were together. His face rests on your shoulder as one of his hands grabs a remote off the bed stand next to the bed, arms encircling your waist with the remote in the front.

He then turns on the TV opposite of the bed, the news network flashes on screen.

A woman dressed in formal wear and a bun appeared at a mahogany desk, her face holding a solemn expression. "A horrible tragedy has struck the local university today" A picture of a university, no. Your university flashes on the screen. "A university student had been found in the dorms on campus, horribly injured" A picture of Ray flashes on screen. No.

"Thankfully, an anonymous tip earlier that day proved to save this young man's life as paramedics arrived on the scene just in time" She continues, "Sadly, he has fallen into a coma due to health complications. So please, we ask you to send your love and strength to this young man's family."

Her face looks sterner now, "The main suspect at the moment is a young woman who owned the dorm the student was found in" No, it can't be- "(y/n) is seemingly on the run at the moment, please notify your local police station if you see her in your city" A picture of you pops up. No, no no.

With that Raph clicks the TV off, grinning. "Oh wow, you really did all that (y/n)?"

You don't say anything, face frozen as you stare at the dark TV.

Raph catches onto your shock and coos in your ear, rough hands caressing your waist "Oh darling you're free to stay here, I mean it's not like you have anywhere else to go"

You turn your head toward him to the best of your abilities and blurted out, "What did you do"

His eyebrows raise as his grin widens, "I didn't do anything, not my fault you decided to move to such a low-security dorm. I mean, no cameras or security guards? Besides, who would believe you?"

You spit out your words with venom, "My parents will, my friends will, Ray will. You won't escape this"

"Oh really, the same parents who are countries away? The same friends who fucked your boyfriend? Don't get me started on Ray, but it's not like that vegetable can say anything"

Your hope starts to diminish, he was somewhat right. Your so-called 'friends' would never vouch for you. It would be a miracle if your parents would come in time to help your case; even if they did, the odds were stacked against you.

And Ray, poor Ray. He didn't deserve this, he deserved the life he always dreamed about. The little farmhouse in the countryside, a beautiful wife, and a few kids. Even if it wasn't with you, he deserved it and so much more.

You couldn't ignore the feeling of Raphs body beneath yours, his hands gripping you. Was this the way it would end? Hopelessly alone, doomed to be unhappy? The one you loved was battling death, barely alive and here you were: unable to to anything but cry.

Were you crying? You snap out of your daze to a strange wetness on your cheeks, salty moistness. Did you deserve to cry? What could you have done differently to stop this? Would things be different if you had never initiated something with Ray, if you had stayed with Raph, if you had never come to this university?

But the hot breath hitting your neck told you everything you needed to know, this was your now, your forever. Trapped in the arms of your merciless captor, one who wouldn't spare even his own family.

Forever bound to misery, the only witness of your downward spiral would be the cold walls of this house. Funny, how it only took a few hours to strip you of everything you were. All that was left now was a husk, a memory of what was before.

Perhaps, he really had won.

a/n: so ik you guys wanted to keep ray alive and technically i did, but i may or may not have twisted it a bit haha. i consider this ending the true ending but i'll take suggestions to write shorter stories on the alternate paths the reader could have gone down to change their fate!

[shotmrmiller]

damn i couldnt help myself. im just being delusional wishing this was me; in the same cbf!johnny and fwb!simon beeecause. unedited.

pairing: Johnny 'Soap' MacTavish x F!Reader

tw: menstrual blood and sex

You were at home, curled up in bed dying from menstrual cramps. Your menses had come so unexpectedly that you even had to rain-check your hookup with Simon. A particularly painful throb in your lower stomach has you curling into yourself further, burying under the blankets.

“Bonnie?” Johnny’s voice rings out from your living room. The bedroom door opens and he comes in, placing a plastic bag on your dresser, and quickly taking off his shoes to crawl underneath the blanket with you. “Hey, bonnie. How ye holdin’ on?” and you grunt in response.

“Och, that bad huh?” he loops his arm around your back and pulls you flush to him, rubbing soft circles on your lower tummy. His large warm hand feels so good in contrast to the cramps. “Y’know,” he murmurs, “I ken something that I heard can help alleviate some of yer pain.” 

“What is it?” letting out a pained groan. “I’ll take anything.” He slowly lowers his hand down to curl his fingers into the waistband of your pajama shorts. “Ye trust me?” You stiffen at that. Is he really offering to— “Johnny, I—”

“C’mon, hen. When have I ever not taken care of ye? I promise to make it good.” Johnny doesn’t wait for your answer, just kneels in between your legs, taking off your shorts and knickers. “Fuck, I’ll make it so good. Look at this pretty pussy,” he grabs onto your thighs, opening them wider, “Yer a vision, baby. I’ve dreamt of this for so long, ye’ve no idea.” He doesn’t even let you try to stop him from touching you all bloody, he just thumbs your lips before rolling small circles on your clit. 

“Can’t believe it took me this long to do this,” he says. His touch is turning the ache in your belly into a burning fire, your limbs tingling. You could feel yourself leak with blood and slick— making your clit slippery, easier for Johnny to bring you to your peak.

“Johnny, oh,” you moan loudly, and he lowers himself to suck on your neck to leave a love bite. “Ye like that?” and you nod jerkily, your nails digging into his arm. “Yer close?” another nod. “C’mon then, cum for me, pretty girl,” and he puts your nipple into his mouth, through your shirt, holding it between his teeth as he uses his tongue to flick it and you break. He pushes you off the peak with a pleasure so delicious, so sharp it stings. You can feel wet gush from in between your legs as you gasp shuddering breaths into his neck, vision going dark at the edges. When you finally stop shaking, you realize that Johnny is already taking himself out of his jeans and nudging your slit. 

“Wait, Johnny, I don’t think I can—” and he cuts you off. 

“Course ye can, sweet. Ye said ye’ll take anything, no?” and nudges his hips forward, the head of his cock parting your gummy swollen walls, “Then take me.” And he bottoms out. 

—

Later when you’re stuffed full of his cum and no longer in pain, you come to the realization that you canceled on Simon just to end up getting fucked by your best friend instead. You’re pulled out of your inner ramblings when Johnny’s mouth hungrily finds yours. 

“Let’s get you in the shower, eh bonnie?” he says between kisses, “ I’ll take care of the sheets.” With one final tug on your bottom lip, he lets you go, and you get up, stumbling towards your bathroom— milky pink dripping down your legs.

He picks up his phone and toothily grins at the text on his screen. 

She’s fuckin delicious, isn’t she? 

He taps out his response and gets up to put the bedsheets in the washer.

You know it, L.T.

[peachesofteal]

Maybe Johnny ends up in the hospital.

Maybe he ends up with a spine fracture, broken arm, shattered pelvis, deep tissue burns all over his stomach and chest. Maybe he hemorrhaged, has internal organ damage. It’s bad, bad enough that he needs multiple, complicated surgeries. Bad enough that it’s a struggle to stabilize him, and keep him conscious. Simon is there the entire time, doesn’t leave his side, sleeps sitting straight up in the uncomfortable chair that he’s dragged next to Johnny’s bed. He’s Johnny’s next of kin, and advocates for Johnny when he’s not able to do it himself. It’s grueling, every second feels like a lifetime. Johnny’s in so much pain every time he comes to, and Simon can’t do anything to help him, to take away his pain or make him feel better. All he can do is sit by his bedside and hold his hand. Anytime he’s handled by doctors or aides, nurses or respiratory therapists, Simon watches their every move, ready to shove them away the second he see’s Johnny face crumple in agony. Ready to swoop down and remove them the moment he feels like something’s not right. Hospitals make his skin crawl, make him feel like a big bug under a microscope and he hates it. He doesn’t trust this place, doesn’t trust anyone in here to take care of Johnny.

But then there’s you. You, the ICU nurse that works the floor four nights a week on graves. You, who he notices, checks on Johnny (and Simon) more than the other nurses do. Who takes the time to make sure the lights in the room aren’t too bright, or that Johnny’s blankets are not tucked in too tight across his stomach. You always knock on the sliding glass before coming in, and you’re always smiling at him, and Johnny, even though he’s hardly ever awake to see it. It’s not a forced smile either, it’s something soft. Something precious, something kind. You don’t look away from Simon, even when he scowls at you from above the mask when you wake Johnny in the middle of the night, for some reason or another.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I know.” You soothe him, gentle hand on his good forearm before you swab his arm for a blood draw. Simon’s muscles inadvertently tense, because he can’t help, because he hates sitting here, completely helpless, watching Johnny grimace in pain.

“‘s alright, bonnie. Not yer fault.” He assures, eyebrows knitted together, jaw gnashed tight.

“Just need to get some blood, okay?” You intentionally look at Simon, like you’re waiting for his go ahead before you start, and he nods his approval before you push the needle through his partner’s skin. “And then maybe we’ll get you some more pain meds, I’ll make a note for the next shift to let you sleep unless it’s dire.” Simon nods again, gratefully. Maybe Johnny will be able to get some uninterrupted rest this morning. You give Johnny one of your sweet smiles, and then directs it to Simon too. It makes his mouth go dry a little bit, and he’s too entranced by the eye contact, the curve of your lips, to notice Johnny’s eyes flicking back and forth between him, and you.

So maybe he doesn’t mind when its you, in particular. Maybe it’s not so bad, when you slip inside the room with an extra smoothie for Johnny, or when you flick the lights off when you think they’re both sleeping. Maybe he doesn’t mind that when he comes back from the cafeteria, you’re sitting in a different chair, reading from your kindle because Johnny had asked you stay a while between versed doses. He’s enchanted by the way you care for Johnny, the tenderness you show him, the way you’re gentle and sweet with him, to him, the way you take the time explain everything that’s happening with Johnny’s medical care to both of them, patiently answering the questions, even the ones Simon worries are dimwitted. Simon tells himself that it’s your job, you’re just doing your job, but he can’t help but perk up a little bit whenever you linger, or try to engage him in small talk. You ask him about their lives (busy) their job (classified) and how they fell in love (“it’s a long story-“ “it’s really not, LT.”)

He also notices little things about you too. Some nights when you come in, you seem happy, bubbly. Refreshed. And others, you’re dragging a bit, posture slumped, circles under your eyes. He sees the way your scrubs are usually a little wrinkled, the day you wore two mismatching socks, the small little bruise, impacted skin, on the inside of your arm… and it makes him wonder. You take such good care of Johnny, of himself… but is anyone taking care of you?

Simple Math masterlist

[lazyneonrabbitt]

Cramps.

A short Were!Daryl period cramp relief drabble.

Settled in the Commonwealth and living in a paceous home was a much needed time of peace after the community went through its dramatic period.

Talking about periods..

"S'wrong? Ya hurtin'?" Daryl rolled over to his side and faced you who came into the bedroom. You didn't have to answer him, with his strong sense of smell he had sniffed out your issue with ease.

"C'mon, lay down." He held up the blanket for you to crawl under and held you close. "I happen ta know a perfect remedy fer yer pains." With the way his hands were roaming your body you had an idea of what he meant, until he took a different turn.

Literally.

With the blanket moving over to just you he shifted into his beast form and pulled you against him again, continuing his careful rubs over your stomach and letting out the softest howl.

"What was that for?" You giggled at his cutesy noise, and quickly learned why he was returning your smile with a grin of his own.

A few seconds later you heard the stampede of paws on the wooden floor, and then your four pups barging into the room.

"Dad called!" "Bed!!" The eldest two helped the young twins onto the bed, and like clockwork Daryl rolled you onto your back and lifted your blanket. The two young pups immediately crawled under the blanket and curled up on your stomach while the other two got comfortable on top of the bed.

They made sure you were nicely covered and tucked in before settling down and watching Daryl move off the bed.

"Kids'll keep ya warm. I'll make tea." It still amazed you how human he could act in that form, especially when he came back with a pot of tea and a cup for you in his giant clawed hands without having broken anything. With utmost care he poured you a mug and came to settle at your side again, picking up his eldest daughter and haul her aside so he could takd her spot against you.

The warmth of the twins sleeping over your stomach and the soft purring of the other three wolves made all your pain fade away, quickly having you doze off, the tea forgotten.

[kentoberry]

SING IT TO ME — toji fushiguro.

pairings ⭒ dilf ! toji x babysitter ! reader.

about ⭒ toji didn't pick his son's babysitter purely on her résumé.

content ⭒ [ 18+ ; minors do not interact ] ⭒ f reader ⭒ age gap (toji in his 40s, reader in their 20s) ⭒ sp@nking ⭒ dd/lg themes ⭒ f!ngering ⭒ daddy k-nk ⭒ many pet names.

"ya like that, princess?" toji growled. "not so bad for an old man, eh?"

he spat on your cunt once again, smirking as his fingers resumed stretching out your pretty hole. your back was arching off of the mattress as your body had endured countless orgasms on toji's hand, throat feeling dry from the amount that you'd begged for him to give in and stuff his cock inside of you. 

"daddy. . ." you drawled, crawling closer to exhaustion and coming down from yet another high. 

"you okay there, doll? need ta stop?"

you immediately shook your head, toji chuckling at how desperate you were for him. slowly, he slid his fingers out of you, placing a tender kiss to your clit as he praised you for being a good girl for him. you couldn't help the wanton mewl that slid past your puffy lips, mentally cursing your oversensitive cunt.

"t-touch me," you mumbled lazily.

"what's that, sweetheart? i 'av been touchin' ya, silly thing," toji wasn't above teasing you despite your vulnerable state, knowing that you were aware that it was all in good fun.

"no, no," your babbles continued, "need you… need your cock in me," you trailed off.

toji tutted. "where are yer manners, princess? i thought ya were being good f'me; do i need to punish yer bratty ass?" 

"no!" you yelped, even though his punishments were always quite enjoyable. "'m so- i'm sorry, daddy! p- please, wan' you s'bad…" 

you were cute, toji would give you that. a sweet young thing, half his age, grovelling to him and begging for his fat cock. he definitely had chosen the perfect babysitter to take care of his little megumi. yeah, the kid liked you and you practically treated him as your own, but what the man truly adored was the way your ass looked in those skinny jeans, the way your tits looked in that swimsuit when you had accompanied both fushiguros to the beach. it was certainly unprofessional of him to hire you for such superficial reasons, but every time that you were pinned down under him, crying for him, he didn't have the slightest regret. and considering your sugary sweet tone as you called him "daddy", he didn't think you regretted anything either. 

toji perched on the edge of his bed, patting his lap for you to come and lay across it. you always did your best to be the best doll he could ever dream of, but there were occasions where the innocent guise slipped and you accidentally disobeyed one of his rules. toji was never one for brats, and you were certain that if you gave him a reason to, he could break you.

"don't make it any worse f'r yourself, princess," he threatened, although his words retained a slight saccharine flavour. 

you did precisely as he said, crawling across to his lap like a lost little puppy. although it was almost demeaning the way that you so willingly laid across his meaty thighs, you couldn't deny the sparks that it sent to your cunt. 

"count." he commanded, tone sharp. you yelped as he brought his hand down on your bare ass, unable to halt your squirming as the pain overwhelmed you for a brief moment. 

"what did i fuckin' say?" toji spat, ignoring the tears brimming on your waterline. "c'mon, say sorry 'nd i'll keep it nice."

you mustered up every last bit of composure that you could, and rambled out: "'m s-sorry, daddy… 'll be good… i promise!"

toji took pity on how pathetic you looked, yet was also somewhat enthralled that you allowed yourself to let your guard down with him. consequently, he mumbled a soft "good girl" and massaged your sore skin before spanking you with equally as much force once again. 

"t-two!" you whimpered, trying to ensure that your quivering voice was loud enough that toji would hear it. this back and forth continued until you'd counted to eleven before uttering your safe word. at that point, tears were cascading down your puffy cheeks and your pussy was dripping. 

"shhh," toji cooed, using his extraordinary strength to lift you up to straddle his lap. you instinctively curled into his chest and let him spout all the praises under the sun in an attempt to calm you down a little. "princess, yer so wet," he stated. "how's about ya take my cock as a reward, yeah? daddy's gonna fuck his precious girl and make ya feel better? make ya cream all over m'cock?"

you nodded.

"big girl words, love,"

"please… daddy, i need you s'bad… please, please, please," you chanted, donning your best puppy dog eyes to meet his piercing emerald ones. 

"good girl, daddy's gonna treat you so well,"

[rabbittf2x]

Mercs reactions to accidentally overhearing reader touching herself?👀👀 (AFAB reader please)

Warning: NSFW

Mercs overhear Fem!Reader

Includes: Scout, Demoman and Medic

Scout💖

Scout’s face turned bright red at the sounds coming from your room. He couldn’t bring himself to walk away from the door. He was captivated by the pretty moans that left your lips. He was dying to know what you looked like

Scout had a… problem erecting down below. He couldn’t listen to you anymore. He had to get a taste of you for himself. He knocked softly, and you went silent. Before you could respond, he pushed the door open

You were relieved to see it was just Scout, but still hid yourself under the covers. He swaggered over to you, trying to act sly but his red face said it all

“You want me to help?” You asked softly

You were quick to spot the issue forming under Scout’s pants. You slipped your bare legs from under the covers, showing yourself off with a smirk

“Uhhh…” Scout stammered, eyes glued to your body. His brain stopped working when you pulled your shirt off too. “Yes, uh… yeah, please.” He sputtered

You unclasped your bra and dumped it to the floor, beckoning him over to bed. Scout sat next to you and you quickly crawled onto his lap. He slammed his lips onto yours in a needy kiss, sliding his hands down your bare curves

“Mmm, I’m so glad you’re here.” You moaned against Scout’s lips. You felt him harden even more below your bare, wet self. “I was thinking about you the entire time…”

Demoman💖

Demoman staggered back to your room after a big night of drinking. He was about to burst through the door, but froze up at the moans coming from inside. If he was horny before, he was now wild from the sound of your desperate mewls of pleasure

Demoman tore the door open without even knocking, clumsily stumbling in. You gasped, shooting up from bed and pulling your hand away from your sex

“Demo?!” You sputtered, a deep blush forming on your cheeks

“Yer having fun without me?” Demoman slurred teasingly

Your face felt like it was on fire as you fiddled shyly with your hands. Demo crept over, sitting next to you on your bed. Before you could say anything, he wrapped his arms around your naked body and yanked you onto his lap

“Oh, lass.” Demoman moaned, attacking your neck in slobbery kisses. “Yer so pretty.”

You moaned back, pulling off his beanie and running your fingers through his hair. “Help me finish, Tavi.” You gasped, grinding against his clothed hardness. “Give it to me hard.”

Demoman stuck his tongue in your mouth and kissed you roughly. The squeals and gasps you made drove the drunk insane. He kept kissing you for a few more moments, but then pushed you down onto the bed

Medic💖

Medic came to visit you after spending all day in his lab. He was about to knock on your bedroom door, but froze when he heard something. The sound of your soft moans coming from inside was music to his ears

Medic thought of coming back later, but desperately wanted to see you. He knocked softly on the door, hearing you go quiet. He was too impatient to await your answer and swung the door open

“Darling?”

You squealed at the sound of Medic’s voice, sitting up and lifting the blanket over your stomach. “Medic…!” You stuttered

Medic looked as embarrassed as you. You both stared wide eyed at each other with flustered expressions

“Um, I was just…” you trailed, fumbling for an excuse

The doctor laughed, waving off your embarrassment. “It’s alright, dear. It’s completely healthy! In fact, I encourage it!” He beamed

You chuckled softly too, shaking your head. “Well, I’m not gonna keep going.” You said. Medic tilted his head in confusion. “I want you instead.” You purred

Your boyfriend tried to hide his excited grin, speeding over to join you in bed. After a long day, you were all he needed. You already riled him up quite a bit with your sweet sounds. Medic was more than happy to help with the rest

You kissed him passionately, gliding your hands up his vest and around his neck. Medic’s bare hands met your waist, slowing sliding down lower…

[gojo-mochi]

Let me Hear your Voice

A/N: I had thoughts about Sanji and well…. Here it is (//ω//)

Content Warning: Light Smut, Not-Proofread, Fem!Reader, Established relationships, Reader is insecure about her voice, Fingering, Hurt/Comfort, Sanji being needy.

Word Count: 1k

It happened earlier in the day. You were shopping out with Nami and Chopper, laughing at something Chopper was doing. When you hear; “Stop yer’ fukin laughing already! Yer’ ‘urtin my ears over here!” A drunkard yelled from across the street, it made you instantly deflate, shoulders coming up to your ears as they reddened in embarrassment. Nami was quick to curse that guy out and when Chopper transformed into his Arm Point model, he was quick to run too. But the damage was already done, you always hated the sound of your own voice, from all the teasing and bullying you went thru as a kid. The memories of those day dredging up as Nami and Chopper tried to console you.

You faked a smile and told them it was nothing to worry about, just the rambling of some drunk asshole is all. You excused yourself, saying that you were sort of tired now and made your way back to The Sunny. Chopper wanted to follow you back, but you stopped him, walking quicker than before to make your point. You barely mutter a quick “Hello.” To the rest of your crewmates when heading to your room. You threw your shopping bags on the ground somewhere and crawled into bed, roughly kicking off your shoes in the process. Hiding your head under the pillow, you hoped no one could hear your hiccupping cries.

You don’t know how long it has been since you passed out, shifting in bed as you hear the creaking sound of your door opening and soft footsteps approaching. You groaned a bit when the lights flickered on, burrowing yourself deeper under the covers. “Hey darling, you weren’t at dinner today, I made your favorite too.” A smooth voice whispered out, softly pulling away the pillow that hid your face. It was Sanji, your lovely boyfriend, whose face falls a bit when he saw the dried tear stains on them. He faintly caresses his thumb on your cheek, wiping away your oncoming tears.

You didn’t even know that you were crying again. You turn your head away from his touch, no matter how warm it was, you hated how he had to see you this way. Sanji’s hand doesn’t falter though, going back to cup your face as he leans into give you a peck on the forehead. “I heard what happened today, Nami and Chopper were really worried about you.” He murmured, still holding you in his hand. You whined a bit at the constant touch and how gentle he sounded right now.

He tenderly pulls you up, letting you collapse against his chest, his arms around your waist and back. You start to hiccup again, your own arms shakily grabbing on to your boyfriend’s shirt as more tears continue to pour. “Oh darling, it’s alright, you can let it all out for me.” Sanji’s voices echoed thru your mind, soothing you, as you inhale his scent and snuggle closer to his warmth. When your cries lowered to small whimpers, Sanji arms tighten around you, leaning his head down to kiss your face, kissing away any stray tears and trailing down to your cheek, to your lips, and then back up to your ear.

It made you shiver a bit in his hold. “You know how much I love hearing your voice, right dear?” Sanji mouthed against your ear. “My darling, has the prettiest voice in all the seas.” His hands starts to travel on your skin. “So fuckin’ beautiful, like a angel descended down to greet me.”

You bite your lip as his hands went under your shirt, fondling your chest, long fingers going to knead the soft flesh, occasionally brushing against your nipples. He moves his kisses back down to your lips, licking at the entrance; “Let me in baby, yeah?” You part your lips just a bit at his request. He angles your head with his free hand, making sure his tongue covers every inch of your mouth, desperately moaning out your name. “Y/N…sweetheart.” He moaned in between the hot and heavy kissing.

You tried not to let out any noise as best you could, only letting out needy little cries as Sanji resumed his assault. He pulls back a bit, a trail of salvia parting away with him. He wriggles you around in his hold until your thighs were parted and his own was rubbing in between. You choke out a whine when he starts to move you on his thigh, grinding against your slick core. You mentally curse and praise yourself for wearing a dress today. His hand wanders downward to sneak under your panties. The pad of his thumb fondling your clit pleasurably. You had to lean your head down to bite on Sanji’s shoulder. Muffling all the moans your body was giving.

“Come on baby, let me hear your pretty voice.” He nipped at your neck and sucked harshly at the marks. “Please? For me, darling?” Sanji begged, finger slipping in your core and he knew just the right way to curl it to reach your spot. You cried out from all the pleasure; “San-sanji.. Nngh.. Hahhh.. pl-please.”

“There’s my girl, fu-fuck, you’re so fucking pretty, you know that, right?”

“Pretty little thing, that bastard had no idea what he was talkin’ about, not like he would ever know anyway, this side of you is only for me, right darling?” Sanji’s husky voice rang next to your ear this time. “Come on pretty baby, answer me, use that sweet voice of yours.”

“Hahh, Ye-yes, I’m yours, Sanji! All yours!” Your cries got more high pitched and louder. You were nearing climax and Sanji could tell. “Good girl, so good for me, you deserve so much my love.” He pumps in another finger to help you edge closer. “Now cum for me darling, and I wanna hear your scream when you do alright?”

You respond with a shaky nod as your thighs try to clench together when you reach climax. “O-oh god, Sanji!” You let out a sharp scream, body twitching and mouth agape. Sanji made sure to suck off all the slickness you left on his fingers and hands when you were done. He strokes your face lovingly as you calm down, giving small pecks here and there.

“Better now? Come on, you need to eat, I can heat up the soup for you in the kitchen.” He moves to get up but you tug on his sleeve. “W-wait! I haven’t taken care of you yet.” You whispered, fingers on top of his bulge. Sanji sucks on his teeth, giving out a shaky; “And as much as I would love that, you haven’t eaten anything since this morning.” He gets up full this time; “Eat first and then we can talk about my needs.”, your stomach rumble before you could say anything. Looking away as a blush creeps up to your ears, you nod.

But just as Sanji was opening the door, you blurt out a small; “I love you.” He turned back to look at you with fondness in his eyes, “And I you, my sweet.”

[ohmykiyo]

🪦 title ; cuddles w/ hq boys :) genre ; fluff warnings ; lowercase intended characters ; sakusa, suna, atsumu, konoha, akaashi, kita 🗝️ jeilly's notes ; felt cuddly today, and i miss my boys so heres this my loves :) reqs are open!

SAKUSA shuffles lightly under the covers of your shared bed. he's quiet.. almost too quiet. you don't seem to notice as you're scrolling through instagram sleepily.

he's pouting. he knows you can't see it, but as his girlfriend, you should at least feel his clinginess radiating right now. but you pay no mind.

he groans loudly, which catches your attention.

"what's wrong, kiyo?" you mumble, stifling a yawn.

he sneers at you, crossing his arms over his chest. "how're you gonna ask me that without looking at me?"

you roll your eyes. sakusa couldn't see it due to the dark, but he felt it. finally turning your body to face him, you ask again. "what's wrong, baby?"

he stills. silence fills the air. it's not awkward, more like.. comfortable. but, the tension sakusa feels right now is enough to make it awkward.

"'m cold." he mutters.

you raise an eyebrow at him. "but you're under the covers, my love?"

his pout deepens, he's gonna have to say it since you don't get the hint.

in reality, you do. you just wanna hear his small pleas.

he frowns, "wanna cuddle you."

your lips turn up into a grin, drawing wobbly hearts on his bicep with your index.

"c'mere then, baby." you laugh, your arms opening up.

he crawls scoots towards you excitedly. snuggling close, he lets out a content sigh.

he finally turns in for the night, resting peacefully beside his lover.

SUNA yawns tiredly as he walks into your shared home. he smiles slightly at the sight of you on the couch.

you're immersed in some tv series, popping chips in your mouth every few minutes.

he says a little "i'm home!" to grab your attention.

the moment you heard his voice, you jumped up cheerfully. "rin!"

you engulf him in a comforting hug, and he indulges in it. taking in your scent, he whispers, "missed you, pretty."

your cheeks turn red before shoving him gently. he only smirks at your reaction, poking your cheek.

"i missed you, too." you smile. you notice the slight slump of his shoulders and his exhausted eyes.

he is definitely in need of cuddles.

you stare at him intently, "get into your pj's, rin, come cuddle me."

him being absolutely in love with you, follows your orders. walking into the bedroom and shortly coming out in his pj's which coincidentally matched with yours.

"i'm waiting, baby." he smiles, leaning on the hallway wall.

you had just finished cleaning up, so you happily skip to his tall figure.

he grabs hold of your hand before leading you into the bedroom and placing you on the comfy bed.

you open your arms, ready to wrap them around his neck as he lays his head on your chest.

"tiring day?"

he nods, placing soft kisses to your chest and collarbone before going dead silent.

he rests easy, falling asleep to the rhythm of your heartbeat.

ATSUMU lays sprawled out on the bed. he seems to be getting more and more irritated as he waits for you.

you, his perfect little lover, were taking your time doing your skincare. you did this every night meticulously, even on nights when atsumu was needy for your touch.

you hear him from the bathroom, groaning and whining, growing impatient at your slow ass.

"babe, ya might as well kill me while yer doin' allat." he complains.

you scoff, "'tsumu stop being a brat."

he only huffs, a visible pout on his lips.

you finally pack away your skincare products, walking into the bedroom where your petty boyfriend lays.

"'m here now, 'tsumu." you call, waiting for him to acknowledge you.

he looks at you for a brief moment, then looks back up at the ceiling. "go back to the bathroom since ya wanna take 30 fuckin' years doin' god knows what." he says, sarcasm lacing his tone.

"oh really? don't mind if i-"

"don't ya dare finish that sentence." he growls, now sitting up. he stares at you, expectantly.

"whaddya want, 'tsum? you keep staring." you smile sheepishly.

"get the fuck into bed? what're ya doin' just standin' there?" he huffs, "i'm gettin' cold."

you hear the last part, you don't think you were meant to but you did.

smiling cheekily, you take your place beside him, scooting closer to his warm body.

"if you're cold, cuddle me back." you say, nudging your head into his side. he groans dramatically, but complies anyway.

he places a gentle kiss to your head, wrapping his muscular arms around your waist securely.

"g'night, ma princess." he whispers, drifting off.

he sleeps like a baby, your small breaths soothing him.

KONOHA taps on his table impatiently. he's been doing a shit ton of school work and it's stressing him out more than usual.

he sighs, tired and needing a little pick-me-up, he chooses to search for you.

he walks out of his room and shuffles around the house before finding you in the kitchen, watching something on your phone.

"hi, my love." he whispers, hands finding their way to your shoulders. you look up at him, a smile on your face. you put your phone down before getting up to wrap your arms around his neck.

"you okay, aki?" you ask, caressing the nape of his neck.

he lets out a dejected sigh, slumping a little and laying his head on your shoulder. "tired." he mumbles.

you pinch his cheek gently before bringing him into his bedroom.

plopping him down on the soft sheets, you lay beside him, placing his head carefully on your plush thighs.

konoha lets out another sigh, this time a content one. he takes your hand before laying it on his chest as he caresses it with his thumb.

"you sure know me well, don't you, love?" he smiles, looking up at you. you only nod, running your fingers through his dirty-blonde hair.

"take it easy, baby." you whisper.

that was the last thing he head before falling asleep to your warm touch.

AKAASHI waits quietly, his eyes gliding over the words on the book he's currently reading.

he's patient, he waits and waits as you finish up getting ready for bed. his favorite time of the day was when you're incredibly tired and come to him being all affectionate.

he loved that. seeing you all clingy for his touch just warmed his heart.

he finally looks up from his book as you flick off the light to the bathroom. "you ready for bed, my love?"

you nod, a yawn escaping your lips. you make your way to his side, laying there as if you're a dead body. still and unmoving.

he pokes your side, putting his book away. "you're forgetting something, sweetheart." he whispers.

you look up at him with tired eyes, snuggling closer to his chest as you mumble a quiet "goodnight, my love." before he pulls you closer.

he smiles at your sleepy face, pressing one last kiss to your head before dozing off as well.

KITA watches you intently as you get the bed ready for the both of you to sleep in. "i could've done that, y'know?" he says.

you look up at him blankly before continuing to fix up the bed, "you're tired, and you had a long day."

his eyes widen. he didn't think you'd notice.

but the slump of his shoulders and the tired red eyes were enough to give it away.

you pick up the blanket, settling in between the blanket and the bed. you pat the empty stop beside you, motioning for him to get in as well.

a small and unnoticeable smile makes its way to his lips. 'i'm so lucky.' he thought.

he takes his place beside you. you extend your arm for him to lay on, and he complies happily. moving his arm to hold your waist, he mumbles a little "i love you".

your hand makes its way to his cheek, caressing the soft skin gently. you smile, muttering a quiet "i love you more".

[blingblong55]

Agora Hills -141, Los Vaqueros, König NSFW

Based on a request:

anything for the horny plus size girls? ____ F!Reader, smut, MDNI, 18+, oral!sex, praise, aftercare, soft!sex, soft!dom, plus size!reader ____

A/N: Some will have aftercare, some won't and I apologise for that… Gaz: "Kyle…I'm not so sure if I want to" You look at him on his knees. "You're a goddess, please…please let me have the privilege to make you mine." He looks up at you, doe eyes on him as he pleads for a taste of your heavenly body. "What if you don't-" he stops you. "Nonsense, I love your body, your curves, the beautiful stretch marks that tell me the story of your body, so please my love, let me have you at least this once." He kisses your hand, all the way to your shoulder. "Please my love," he kisses your cheek. You finally let in, "Okay, just promise not to judge-"

"Never my love," he kisses your neck, lays you on the bed and kisses from your head to your feet, praising your godly body. Your close slowly getting off you, he kisses your thighs and smiles. Your stretch marks are all covered in his kisses. "You are divine," he whispers. Soaked panties moved aside as he looked up at you with love. His fingers lingering between your slit, he kisses your inner thighs and smiles. "Oh my love," he moans and licks your slick, his tongue coated in you as he savours your delicious juices. Your hands on his hair as he begins to eat you out. He groans and closes his eyes, thick hands holding onto your hips.

"Kyle~" you moan, lips trying to suppress the delightful moans. "C'mon love, let it out, let them hear you, be a good girl and moan for me," he becomes eager, he sucks your clit, and you cry in pleasure. "What a beauty," his hands on your tummy, his fingers deep in you as he kisses the stretch marks. "I love them, I love you," he whispers and continues to kiss all over your tummy. His fingers get you to the edge before he gets back down and lets his tongue lap at your folds. He groans and as your juices fall between his lips, he lets out a moan, adoring the sweet taste you behold. He crawls between your thighs, hands on your tits as he kisses your neck. "You did so well for me," he kisses you. Warm and coated lips on yours, "You are only my girl, my sweet beautiful girl," he smiles and caresses your face. "I own you, only I get to worship this body of yours."

Soap: It was difficult to have you in this position, your past insecurities telling you he'd not want to touch you. But as he lays you down, kisses your pretty face and whispers, "I'm yours, my heart beats for you, I would run across the world for a sight of this." All those insecurities leave. He kisses your breasts, tongue lapping at the nipples as he looks you in the eyes. The devilish grin on him when he watches your eyes flutter, sensitive nipples already doing the job he so needed to do. You watch him kiss your collarbone, your tits, your ribcage and tummy, "Oh my lass, my sweet lass," his calloused fingers trace some of the stretch marks. The way he kisses your body, how he worships it like it was a sacred temple for bodily believers, all for the woman he loves with his whole heart, body and soul. You can't help but tear up, this is the level of love you'd never expect from anyone, the way he kisses you as if you were a porcelain doll, was all too good to understand. "I'm going to make yer mine, mine to love, mine to obsess over, yer hear me?" His fingers in your cunt, tongue and lips sucking onto the sensitive clit.

"Johnny~" your head thrown back. Not even a full hour into this as he already had you this sensitive and teary? What a sight to see. "Shhh, let me adore yer," he whispers. Eyes showing his smile, not ever leaving your gaze. He needed to, he wanted to watch his bonnie melt under his touch. "I can't…Johnny~" Your hands on the bedsheets. "Shhh, it's okay, I'll be gentle. Just be a good girl and let yourself feel," his fingers pumping and spreading you open. You clench around them, hips bucked, head thrown back and he pushes onto your tummy with his hands. "Take it easy, bonnie," he kisses your tummy again. Your soft thighs are already covered in his kisses or bite marks. Your eyes flutter, he notices and begins to fuck his fingers faster into you. Your clit was being abused by his tongue, he was obsessing over your moans and whimpers. "Johnny…I…I c-can't.."

"Cum for me, do it, my love, let go," he encourages and smiles as he watches your face contort in pleasure. "That's it, that's my good girl…oh…oh baby, just like that, feel it darling," he kisses your inner thighs and then back at your clit. You cry and he looks up, not once leaving your clit. "I know you're still so sensitive, but I can't help but enjoy this heavenly taste." With your teary eyes and pouty lip looking at him, he smiles. Ghost: A/N: I couldn't write an ending to him..sorry

You look at him, he smiles, knowing how much you need this. "Simon, I don't think I can do this, what if I'm too heavy-" you try and reason but he shakes his head. "I said, sit on my face, suffocate me if you want. I would die happy if the last thing I did was eat your pretty cunt, so sit down and let me fuck that pussy," He growls and pulls your hips down. Your cunt is right on his face. Your hands are on his chest as you lean forward, his tongue flicking your cunt. You bite your lip. His hands wrapped around you, making sure you don't pull away. He groans, his dick leaking pre-cum from just eating you out. You play with your tits, the sensitive skin and the fact he was groaning and fucking your cunt, sending waves of pleasure through your core.

Your thighs, the same ones he caressed all night long at dinner, are now covered in his saliva or bites. He loves how your pretty tummy moves when he makes you bounce on his cock, and now, the stretch marks are no longer visible but rather the love bites he gave you. "Simon, please..fuck…Si…I can't…it's too much," you whimper, body feeling weak as he flicks his tongue on your clit. "Take it like a good girl," he slaps your ass. You lean on his body completely, taking his cock in your mouth and he moans. "Fuck…just like that," he moans again, his hot breath hitting your folds. His aroused tip was already so swollen it became so sensitive to the teased kisses you gave it. He begins to thrust himself into your throat, your gag on his shaft. He groans and begins to eat you out with more aggression. "Fuck…oh…f-fuck.." his cum coating your mouth. He can't last too long when the entire day he thought of doing this to your body. He drowns in your juices, he closes his eyes, nose already getting way too sensitive as he continues to lick your cunt. "Fuck…you are a delight to have," he says against your clit.

Price: His cigar burning, smoke filling the office as he has you sat on his desk, he on his knees as he looks up. Your skirt to your waist as he looks into your eyes, "Be a good girl, and keep the moans minimal," he closes his eyes and begins to kiss your cunt. Tongue teasing the bikini line as he hears your moans. You throw your head back, his lips parting your folds apart as he lets you feel this sensation. His phone rings but he ignores it. You were already a shaking mess from the car hate fuck he gave you, but now as he worships the very body of his wife, he can't help but wipe the past time and fill it with devotion. You were a temptress to him, the way your breasts, the curves and the soft and plushy thighs all called for him. Screamed for him to fight over. "Oh…just like that, John," you push his head further in you. His tongue already so used to this kind of activity now begging for more. He needed all of you, now. His wedding band is on the desk as his three thick fingers get buried into you. He looks up, smirk on him as he knows his pretty wife is about to have yet another orgasm.

"Yeah? does my girl want it? C'mon, say it," his voice so soft compared to how he spoke in the car. "I need it, please…fuck..please let me cum," your hand on his, wanting for him to fuck that pretty cunt of yours. His thumb rubs your clit as his other fingers fuck you. Your back arches and you moan loudly. He leans forward and kisses your tummy. The stretch marks told the story of where his beautiful children were once. The years of growth, the three pregnancies and the woman who bares them. He kisses you with tears in his eyes. Once you lean onto him, he sits on his chair and grabs you, placing you on his lap.

"I love you," he reminds you. Your head on his chest, "I love you too," you whisper and he wipes the sweat, tears and smudged lipstick off your face. "You did well, okay? You were amazing and thank you for letting me have this honour tonight," he kisses the top of your head. His big arms held you against him, the warmth he brings, his cologne and the smoke of the alcohol bottle you shared, it is perfect to all the imperfections this world brings you and him.

König: A/N: this one is mainly focused on aftercare He kisses your thighs, "Meine liebe," he starts. His warm breath on hitting your slit. You squirm and he holds you in place. "You know I love your body," he kisses your thighs again. His fingers still spreading your tight pussy. You whimper as he can't stop himself from overstimulating you. You look at him and he shuts you up with a kiss, "One more, give it to me, one more, liebe," he whispers against your lips. "Kö, I…please…please…I'm…I can't.." You try and stop his fingers but he shakes his head. "I said one more time, okay?" his voice was so soft but still so demanding. You nod, riding his fingers and that high, he kisses your forehead. "Good girl, Schatz" he smiles and kisses your forehead. Your hands are on his shoulders as he kisses you, you squirt on him and he grins.

He licks his slick-coated fingers and gazes at you. "Taste yourself" he kisses you again and then as he pulls away, he grabs the bottled water and opens it for you. "I'm going for a towel, okay and then we can cuddle all night long." He walks away and minutes later, he comes back to clean all of your body, and as he does this, he hums a song. Some love harmony. "You're making me crazy, really driving me mad, and that's alright with me," he hums and chuckles when he notices you blush. "You're my, my, my kind of woman," he continues. His chest is your pillow, your hand on it. His hand rubbing your back, "I will always love you, in this life and the other," he looks at the ceiling. "It's bizarre, to have the privilege many men kill for at the palm of my hands." He laughs. "Where I go, you go," he kisses your hand and combs through your hair.

Alejandro: A/N: this one is short, sorry and it's more oral than anything else… "Take it, cariño," his heavy cock leaking his cum, he pushes his cum back in with his fingers. "Ale…ya no puedo," you try and stop but all he does is shake his head. "No, no no, las niñas buenas no me dan excusas." His tongue on your thighs. He slaps your cunt and then grins when you whimper. "Asi me gustas," he kisses your cunt and in the process tastes himself on you. Your hands are tied to the headboard as he pushes his tongue deeper into you. His hands holding your squirming body in place. "Ya mi amor," his voice was so smooth and soothing.

"Ale, ya..please….I can't take it anymore," you close your eyes, tears running down your face. Your lipstick mark all over his face, an image he so proudly wore. The way he held your body, the way he so many times glared at someone who dared to judge the body of the woman who brought his children to this world. He looks at you, eyes soften, brown eyes staring into yours. "You know how much I love you? How much have I prayed with my mother for a woman like you? And mi amor, you are my moon and sun," he knows well that over the years you've grown insecure, but as he has your juices in his mouth, he can't help but love you.

Rodolfo: A/N: you know this will be mainly aftercare and so much praise and love bc he is my lover now…sorry Ghost… you're number 2 now..sorry…

You laid in bed, he between your thighs. His beard tickles your skin. You watch him with love drunken eyes. "Mi R/N, you can take it, no?" he kisses your thighs again. "Rudy, please…I need to come." Your hips are covered in his mess, he watches you squirm and then sucks on your clit. Your eyes roll back, the third orgasm of the night getting closer to the end. "Just like that, c'mon, mi amor, give it to me," he says as he eats you out. Your back arches and he smiles in delight. Your legs shake, to which he kisses them, then as he gets once more drunk on your juices he licks his lips and spits in your mouth. "Swallow it, mi amor," he whispers and watches you gulp in yours and his mess. "That's my good girl," he pats your head and kisses your shoulder.

Your body quivering and barely being able to handle all of this pleasure he has given you. "Calm down mi amor, I promise to be gentle now," he wraps his arms around you and repeatedly kisses your head. "You're an angel, an angel I tell you," he kisses your forehead and smiles. "Did you like it?" he asks you. "I did… I… I'm a little tired, that's all," you reply and he nods. "I just need to make sure, that's all," he kisses you once more and as the man you love, he chuckles. With the blankets covering both your bodies, he rubs your back gets a little excited and holds you close, squishing your body to his. "God, I just love you!" he chuckles.

A/N: it's now cannon that Rudy is Niall Horan coded…

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[emeline2020]

Keeping Guard - D.DIXON

DESC: You and Daryl have been together for a few years now, and currently live together in the Commonwealth with Judith and RJ. After a long days work as a soldier, Daryl just can’t seem to fall asleep.

CONTAINS: no smut, fluff, mild kissing -

SEASON 11

“I can feel your eyes on my back, Dixon.” You groan softly, tiredness consuming you. You faced away from him on the bed, lying on your side.

You could hear Daryl scoff, a hint of laughter within the noise he made. You turned your head a bit, glancing at him in the dark. He sat against the headboard of the bed with one knee up, his arm resting on it. It took your eyes a second to adjust, but before long you saw his shirtless chest, scars and tattoos scattered on his skin.

“Go back to sleep.” He whispered, his raspy voice causing your heart to beat a few extra times per minute.

“Why aren’t you asleep?” You asked, turning fully to face him, your side still against the mattress. He sighed, his bare chest rising as he looked away from you.

“Jus’.. wanna make sure you’re sleepin’ okay.” He said, turning to face you again. Usually, you could tell when Daryl was lying about something. About his reasoning for doing something, anything. But this time, you really couldn’t tell.

“I would be sleeping a lot better if you would get some, too.” You said softly, tilting your head at him from your pillow. He didn’t say anything, just stared at you for a few more seconds. He always stared at you that way. Like you were everything special on earth.

“Please?” You whispered again, pulling the blankets up and giving him space to crawl next to you under the covers.

He took a second to consider it. Consider dropping his guard to sleep next to you. He didn’t consider it for long, before shuffling downwards, moving away from the headboard of the bed. You smiled happily as he reached a muscular arm around you, holding onto your left hip and turning you back around. You laughed softly as he flipped you.

“Why do you always insist on being the big spoon?” You asked, a bit of laughter still flowing through your voice.

“Ya wanna be the big spoon? Ya can’t spoon someone twice yer size..” He grunted, wrapping his arms around your abdomen, his calloused finger tips gently traversing your stomach until his hands reached each other around your body.

“Stop boosting your own ego. Ya know you’re not twice my size.” You grunted, getting slightly frustrated with his comments. He made a noise, clearly disapproving of your comment. You squirmed slightly in his grasp, moving to get comfortable. Daryl held you against his body, his chest on your back and his breath on your neck.

“Stop movin’ so much.” He grunted, his hot breath sending tingles down your neck. His voice sounded frustrated, but you could practically feel the smirk on his face as he held you tightly. He had a liking for getting under your skin.

“You’re holding me like your gonna give me the heimlich,” You complained despite the butterflies swirling in your stomach. You reached down to try and pull at his arms in a failed attempt to losen them. He just gripped you tighter, his muscles bulging against your skin.

You let out a sigh in defeat, allowing him to clutch to you the way he was. Your arms dropped at your sides, moving closer to his body for more comfort. You could hear him chuckle gently, his breath hitting the back of your ear.

You went to shoot out something snarky, but as soon as you opened your lips Daryl shifted slightly, moving you up by your waist so your back was now against his upper chest. He placed a long, soft kiss on your neck.

You hummed gently, still feeling annoyed with him but not exactly annoyed enough to stop him from what he was doing.

He let out another amused breath, before continuing to kiss your neck, his lips pecking your skin.

His right hand moved over onto your hip, while his left still rested against your stomache. He moved his thumb gently in circles on your hip, still kissing at the skin on your neck.

“So fuckin’ perfect..” He whispered into your skin as he continued to place pecks all over your neck, deepening them slightly. He knew you didn’t like when he complimented you, because you never knew what to say back. He assured you that you didn’t have to respond at all, he simply just wanted you to know how much he loved you.

But that just sounded like a shitty excuse for the way he would fluster you with his words.

You hummed again, but this time it sounded more like a moan as his lips wet your skin.

“Okay, okay, go to bed, Dixon.” You scolded him a bit, playfulness in your tone.

“Fine, fine… Love you.” He said, kissing the space beneath your ear on the beginning of your jaw bone one last time.

“Love you too.”

[alwaysshallow]

can you please write a little blurb about soap comforting reader after a tough day?? (work’s been kicking my butt lately and i constantly think about johnny comforting me to feel better)

You are quiet as possible, when you're searching for any candies in your kitchen counters, trying with all your power to not break apart. It's been a rough couple of days, and what's more to it, you're just tired with life; if you wouldn't be needed anywhere, you'd honestly wrap yourself around a blanket to protect yourself from world.

But you can't do that, and it makes you even more mad, it makes you feel like you burned out in absolutely everything. What's even worse? You, trying to act like everything's okay right in front of your boyfriend for a couple of days.

Either he believes you, or he just decides that you're gonna tell him in the right time, but you're thankful for that anyway; you feel like he has more important things to do than worrying about you having a mental crisis and being exhausted. He's military after all, he probably would think it's a first world problem and—

"You're tensed up." Soap's voice snaps you back to reality, when he hugs you from behind, his face hidden in your neck.

You fake a chuckle, as you shake your head dissmisively. "I'm alright, it's just—"

"—quit it." he murmurs, kissing your skin which tickles under his lips. "Yer like this for a while. What's wrong, lassie?"

And here it goes.

It's like a breaking point, when he finally asks; one sob does it all for him to turn you around, and hug you tightly, as your head is against his broad chest, when you just tell him what is wrong. How everything overwhelms you, how you don't have time for anything you like, how people makes you want to crawl in your bed and never leave.

Comes on him like a tsunami wave, and you suddenly feel bad for making him worry about you. He seems to see right through you, when he pats your back a few times to get your attention.

"What are ya thinkin' bout?"

"How I'm overwhelming you. You have bigger problems, and I—"

"—None of that overthinkin' shite, aye? Look at me." he whispers, his forehead against yours. "You don't overwhelm me, at all. Yer just tellin' me what's been a bother, and that's good. That's why I'm here, yeah? No matter how dumb it sounds to you, I want to know."

"You want to know?"

"Everythin'. Includin' that Cassidy bitch."

He says it with such seriousness that it makes you laugh, and he laughs too, automatically.

"Ain't that hard, eh? And now, we're gonna go to bed, watch some movies, and cuddle."

And it is this way. You pick your favorite romcom, and his arm is around you; it feels like a shield from anything bad that happened to you recently.

His mouth doesn't stop commenting, but you think it's just an excuse, so you could shut up him with a kiss once in a while.

When you do? When you do, he laughs into your lips, and brings you even closer, nuzzling into you like into his favorite blanket.

And, somehow, he makes everything alright.

A/N: i hope everything's gonna be alright, baby!!

[actuallysaiyan]

Kinktober Day 20: Corruption(Will you touch me?)

warnings/kinks: virginity loss, corruption, unprotected sex, reader takes the place of Aerith, dry humping, kissing, creampie word count: o.7k pairings: Zack Fair x Fem!Reader teaser: “Are you wearing that perfume that I love so much?” Zack asks once more, sniffing you. taglist: @beneathstarryskies. @loki-love. @witchofcustom. @dreadsuitsamus @pyrofanatic @butterflieskeepcominback

Being in love with Zack was so easy. He’s such a sweet boyfriend, always loyal and willing to make you happy. It surprises you that he’s not spoken for when you first get together with him. What surprises you even more is that he’s never had sex. He tells you this in secret, hoping you won’t ever tell anyone else. You know you’ll take this secret to the grave…or until you decide to deflower him.

You decide to plan the night perfectly. You know that Zack deserves a romantic first time. In your apartment, you begin by doing the laundry and making the bed so comfortable. Then you take a long bath, pampering yourself and dolling yourself up for the man you absolutely adore. Afterward, you begin getting dinner ready.

The time goes by quickly and you wait with bated breath for your man to arrive home. But the minutes keep ticking by, and still he doesn’t show his face. Soon, your dinner plans are ruined and you just feel so sad to be kind of stood up in this way. You sit on the couch, eating your portion of dinner.

It’s not long after this that Zack comes home, a sheepish smile on his face and a bouquet of freshly picked flowers in his hands.

“I’m so sorry, sweetheart.” Zack says as he approaches you. His smile falters when he sees how much effort you’ve put into this night.

But you’re just so happy to see him. You know with his line of work, it could be such a threat to his life. You often worry about losing him. So you waste no time, throwing yourself into his arms and pressing soft kisses all over his face.

“I’m just so happy you’re home now.”

Zack smiles happily, his eyes crinkling from being so happy. He holds you in his arms, hugging you so tightly to his chest. He then gets a whiff of your perfume, and he suddenly feels his pants getting a little tighter.

“Are you wearing that perfume that I love so much?” Zack asks once more, sniffing you.

You smirk, “Yeah, tonight is a special night.”

It takes him a few seconds to clue in, but once he does, he’s so happy. He brings you into the bedroom, gently tossing you onto the bed. You giggle as you bounce on the soft bed, looking up at your lover. Zack begins shedding his clothes, leaving him in only his underwear. He crawls on top of you, eager to capture your lips with his.

Your kisses grow more and more heated as he begins to strip you of your comfortable clothes. You let out soft moans as he kisses and nips at your soft skin. Zack’s eyes flutter shut as you begin to run your fingers through his hair.

“Tonight is a special night,” you whisper softly. “It’s time…”

Zack smirks at you, knowing exactly what you mean. You help maneuver him under you, straddling the sculptured man. With a bit more making out and dry humping, the two of you can hardly take it anymore. Zack helps you out of your underwear and you help him out of his.

You watch as his eyes roll back into his head as you slowly lower yourself down onto his thick cock. You’ve never ever felt anything fill you up quite like this. Zack lets out the cutest little panting moans, his cock throbbing deep inside of you. You can tell he’ll have a hard time holding on, but you know that Zack has great stamina. He’ll be back up and hard for you in no time.

“F-feels so good,” he moans. “Wanna fuck you so hard, but…yer pussy’s so tight.”

You giggle softly at his fucked out voice. He’s completely in bliss right now. You slowly begin rocking your hips, and you feel his hands on your body just gently caressing. It doesn’t take long for him to begin moaning about being so close to his orgasm.

“Cum in me,” you coax him. “Cum for me, pretty baby.”

He cries out, his eyes screwing shut at the most pleasurable thing he’s ever felt in his life. Your little walls squeeze him so tight, making it impossible to hold on any longer. Spurts of hot cum begin to paint your insides, making all of this so much more slick than before.

You try to come to a stop, but Zack is not done with you. He looks up at you with lust glazing his eyes, a soft smirk on his face.

“Need more, baby. More please…”

[darlingsfandom]

Cillian w a beard + face riding

Hot damn okay 🥵

Warning: swearing, face riding

this is 100% fiction .

"Baby! Are you almost done?" You whined from the bedroom. Cillian had finished his shower about ten minutes ago and you wanted to cuddle. Your lips formed a pout before you closed your romance book and set it on the bedside table only for Cillian to open the bathroom door and walk out only in his towel hanging low on his hips.

"Sorry sweet heart, you know I have the beard care routine now." He walked up to you and kissed your forehead while you sat there biting your bottom lip. Your finger tips dragged along his jawline feeling his beard scratch them lightly. His eyes met your eyes and he recognized the fire in them. "Oh baby... something tells me you want more than what those pretty eyes are saying." His fingers trailed under your chin and lifted your head up. His eyes scanned over your face before he noticed the romance novel sitting out. "Been reading that naughty book eh? Don't ya worry love..." Cillian stood up straight before he yanked you onto your feet. You swallowed the lump in your throat as he circled you like a shark stalking its prey.

"It's a good book..." you mumbled as his finger tips toyed with the strings of your night gown.

"Oh I'm sure it is! But ya see baby... I've taken a peak at yer book... nasty little thing!" His breath was hot against your ear as his hands gripped onto your hips. He pushed himself against your back side making sure to hold you close. "Tell me baby.... is that what ya want from me? Fuck ya like they do in that porn yer readin hmm? Treat ya like a whore?" You whimpered softly before Cillian squeezed your sides. "Answer me baby, use yer words!"

"Fuck! Yes! Need you to fuck me! Need to ride your face and feel your beard scratch my thighs! Need to suffocate you with my thighs while you eat me out Cillian!" Tears of lust stung your eyes for a split second. Cillian turned you around to face him and his eyes were blown out with lust.

"Then fucking do it! Ya know I love dat pretty fucking pussy." He dropped his towel and your jaw followed along as his hard cock spring free. You licked your lips before dropping your panties and tossing them over by the hamper. Cillian laid back on the bed, signaled you over with his index finger and licked his lips.

A soft sigh left your lips as you crawled up to him. Both of you smiled at each other before sharing a soft hungry kiss. Once you pulled away, you hiked up your night gown up to your waist and put each of your thighs on either side of his head.

"Baby..." Cillian sighed happily looking at your soaking cunt. "All I've done is show you my cock! And yer fuckin wet." You chewed your bottom lip as you lowered yourself onto his face. His beard was warm and scratchy. You gave yourself time to relax so did Cillian, he never rushed you. He wanted you comfortable. Once you were ready, you started slowly moving your hips back and forth as Cillian stuck his tongue inside your folds.

Your hands pulled your night gown over your head and threw it by the hamper again before you gripped your own tits and pulled on your nipples. "Cillian... fuck... you feel so good!" You whimpered as you felt his hands grip your ass cheeks and squeeze them as he lapped his warm tongue over your cunt.

"Mmmmhmm" he hummed into your cunt as you dripped your juices on his tongue while he played with your ass. You took one of your hands to spit on it before reaching behind you and gripping his cock. You felt him moan into as you jerked him off while rolling your hips faster against his face.

Cillian was in pure bliss. Your pussy dripping on his face and mouth, your warm wet hand jerking off his hard cock and the way you'd even touch his balls was heaven.

"Fuck fuck yes ! Just like that FUCK CILLIAN!" He slipped a finger inside of your folds making you stop rolling your hips. You felt the familiar burning in your stomach about to burst. Cillian kissed your thighs making sure to leave bite marks on them while his fingers stretched you out so his tongue could go deeper in you.

"Oh yes yes yes! Just like that baby! Yes fuck! You eat me out soooo good baby! Yeah eat my fucking pussy!" You felt your thighs shake as Cillian devoured you because of how you encouraged him. He had a hard grip on your ass. One hand spanning you while the other hand fingered your clit and his tongue went crazy inside your folds.

"CILLIAN!" You cried out reaching down to yank his hair with your free hand. Your thighs shook hard as tears fell from your eyes. "FUCK !!" Your orgasm was fast, hard and huge! Huge enough that you squirted against his open mouth soaking not only his mouth but his beard and chest which in turn made his own orgasm hit him and coat your hand and his pubes with his hot sticky cum.

The room smelled of hot sex as you slowly peeled yourself from him. You collapsed next to him and licked your fingers while both of you panted heavily.

"Baby... fuck!" Cillian chuckled as he ran his fingers through his beard. He licked his fingers to taste you again. You smiled weakly at him as you seen the dark wet patch on his beard.

"Oh don't think we're done yet baby... you made a mess." He pointed down to his cum stained pubes before you gave him a soft pout. "Oh don't pretend you don't like licking the cum from there, yer a dirty whore." He gave you a soft smile before giving you a loving kiss. "My dirty whore yeah?"

"Only yours!" You kissed him back before he helped you sit up. His fingers trailed along your back before rubbing it slowly.

"Take yer time baby... we have all night."

[whatyadrawin]

The Fruit After The Flesh 18+ -Chapter 3-

Minors DNI!

Masterlist

Approximately 2,682 words

Pairing: Thomas Hewitt(HeadCanon) x AFAB reader

This chapters Warnings: Strong language, use of derogatory terms, sexually suggestive language.

A/n: Two drawings took me so long, I feel very pathetic and unproductive but I am so happy to get the ball rolling. I can't wait to illustrate and submit chapter 4 because oooooh lord Tommy boy gon look good in it. I am also so excited to get writing the next few chapters, I have the fire in me and I don't want it to go out until I get a bunch of writing done lol. Please check the masterlist linked above for updates on progress.

Tag list: @fan-goddess

Chapter 3

The day begins with the sounds of birds happily chirping in the tree shading your backyard; a gentle breeze is washing over the land, cooling the heat away from the ground. You feel good today and decide it’s time for a cute yet practical outfit, so you grab some jean shorts, and a bright yellow tank top with a reliable pair of boots, you were ready to get things done. After eating some oatmeal purchased from Luda Mae’s store, you get your things ready to go drive to the next town and do some serious food shopping.

The car is packed with some water and a snack or two, but before you hit the road you take a trip down to see Dover the farmhand to try and appease him one more time. The morning seems to be the best time to catch him, and you can see him watching TV through a window so you knock on the door gently and hear a groan, he answers the door and when he sees you, he rolls his eyes and says rudely,

“Whadya want?”

You put on a sincere smile and reply “Good morning, I hope I didn’t interrupt anything?”

“Ya interrupted my peace, now what the hell d’ya want?” his tone is aggressive, but you continue,

“I just thought I might interest you in some new stuff for your home? I know you like how things are but I wanted to see if I could make it more comfortable, like a new T.V, or a new bed or whatever else.”

He throws his head back and sighs “Ya just don’ get it do ya? I don’ want yer fancy shit from the city, I don’ need nothin’ other’an this here orchard n’some peace! Why don’t ya just go play dress up with the Hewitts again, see if their retard son will play tea party with ya”

He slams the door on you. You feel sick with anger and knock again, this time more loudly.

Dover opens the door and screams “The fuck is yer problem?”

You try to keep your cool as you reply through gritted teeth “Why are you so mean to me? What did I ever do to you other than be kind and offer you help or nice things! You don’t even know my name!”

Dover’s eyebrows furl into and angry frown “This here land belongs t’me, stupid little girl. I worked fer years under that bitch Tilly, and the fact that she left everythin’ to some no-good kid who don’ deserve it, makes my skin crawl. If I had my way, this place’d be mine”

You look visibly confused “What is that supposed to mean?”

He then pauses and gets all flustered “Nothin’, nothin’ at all. You just let me do everythin’ here, soon ya gon’ realize ya don’t belong here and leave, if ya know what’s good fer ya. Now never come back to this house ever again or I’ll give ya somethin’ to cry ‘bout”

He slams the door again and you are shaking with rage, your eyes begin to well up with tears as you walk away back to your car. You set out on the drive to the next town and it feels like it lasts forever, the road is straight and flat, and the surroundings are just large swathes of yellow grass and wheat rushing past you as you speed up to shorten the distance. The sky is cloudless and the sun is blaring down on you causing your eyelids to weigh down, you decide to put on a playlist that only has bangers to energize you. Eventually you see the welcome sign for the next town and feel a sigh of relief.

 The town is small but you are able to spot a large Costco in the distance -Oh hell yeah, I can really stock up now-. You find a parking spot close to the door and as you walk in you get blasted by the air conditioning which feels so nice after that long, hot drive. You take your time through the aisles grabbing as many bulk items as you can, finding preserved goods that won’t immediately go bad, and some produce that would be able to last a little longer than others. Once your cart is fully maxed out with goods you head to the cashier who looks at you funny due to the number of things you are buying. They greet you,

“Hi Ma’am, all this for you?”

You smile, feeling a bit embarrassed “Yeah, I don’t live nearby any stores, just stocking up.”

They smile back “Oh yeah? Where ya comin’ from?”

You reply “Fuller”

The cashier squints her eyes in curiosity “Fuller? Where’s that at?”

You are a little surprised by their response, but with how desolate the town is their response makes sense, you say,

“It’s a... um, well…a dead town near the Oklahoma border”

They tilt their head as they scan your Costco card “Must be real dead if I ain’t never heard of it.”

“Yeah, it is” you give a little chuckle and they continue,

“Well, alright then, I’ll get yer stuff boxed here and you can be back on yer way to the dead town.”

You finish paying and thank the cashier, then you start wheeling your cart back to the car when a very old man approaches you.

“You came from Fuller?” he says

You reply “Yeah, do you know it?”

He pauses, then says “I know it. That town used to have a lot people go missing after the businesses left. Why’re you out there?”

“I inherited an orchard” you say quietly

He places his hand on his chin “Oh? So, there’s still somethin’ left huh. Be careful ma’am, that town ain’t safe from what I know. The people ain’t right, if there’s any people left.”

You feel extremely confused “Ok, uh, thanks?”

You open the trunk and fill it with the bags wondering what he could possibly mean by people going missing, and the citizens being not right.

The drive back felt a lot faster; you were running what that old man had said through your head, -he must be talking about Dover, or maybe some urban legend-. You have experienced gossip and falsehoods about your own town back home before, so it didn’t seem so absurd to have a random stranger tell you something odd. You arrive back at the house by 1pm, happy to have been so productive today, you begin to unload the car and get everything into the house.

All the groceries get put away and you decide to start baking a batch of chocolate chip muffins for the Hewitts since they have been nothing but nice to you, and it’s the first time in a long while where you feel comfortable around other people; you are hopeful of making new long-term friends with the Hewitts. You bake 24 muffins since you assume that Tommy likely eats a lot and maybe hasn’t had a baked pastry in a while. When the muffins are done baking you take them out of the oven and put them in the little basket you brought the fruit over in, you cover the muffins with a cheesecloth and make your way over.

You walk up the driveway and look to the barn but don’t see Tommy there, just a group of chickens clucking around. You knock on the door which gets answered by Charlie who says,

“Well, well, well, what we got here? Bringin’ us somethin’ good sweetheart?”

You blush and reply “Yeah, I baked some muffins for all of you”

“Well, ain’t you sweet. Come in girlie, Luda’s gonna wanna say hi” he waves you in

You didn’t like how he stared at you but he seemed mostly harmless, he calls out into the house

“Luda! The neighbor girl is here!”

Luda Mae comes out from the kitchen drying her hands with a towel “Oh hi dear! What a welcome surprise to see you. What brings you by?”

You smile, Luda Mae is such a welcoming and kind person, you say “I baked some muffins for everyone, as a thank you for inviting me over the other day, and kindness you have all shown me”

“That is so thoughtful of you! I hope you know you’re welcome to come by anytime dear, you don’t need to bring gifts every visit, your company is enough” she says sincerely.

You feel very accepted among this strange small-town family you say “It was no big deal really, I went to the next town over to get groceries and picked up some ingredients to make sweet things to share”

Luda Mae tilts her head and smiles indicating how impressed she is by your kindness and generosity, she follows with “Well Tommy will just love these, I guess you must’ve known that he doesn’t get to eat baked goods often”

She calls out for him to come upstairs and you immediately get butterflies in your stomach, they make you feel nauseous and excited. You hear heavy, thudding footsteps and the house gently rattles as Tommy makes his way up to the living room from what you assume is the basement.  He stops in his tracks the second he looks up and sees you; his eyes were shrouded in shadow from his hair and thick brows but despite the darkness, the brilliant blue looking back at you was vivid and bright; his long hair was roughly tousled and draped down to the nape of his neck in curly dark brown tendrils.

You finally got to see him even closer and you lose your breath with just how incredibly huge this giant of a man is compared to your own height, his chest is so wide it would enshroud your entire body if you hid behind it, his thick pectorals heaving with every breath under his worn-down short sleeve blouse. His legs were massive and covered by a pair of very worn and dirty jeans, they were hanging onto by a worn belt that had a large belt buckle, oxidized by time. You immediately felt a tinge of ancient animal fear from the obvious difference in power his body displayed, he could kill you in seconds if he wanted to but beneath his brutish exterior you could sense there was someone worth taking a chance on.

You wished to be able to see the rest of his face but it was hidden behind a dark leathery mask which was tactfully sewn together, there was only a small slit near his mouth for air to pass through, you wondered what he was hiding if he was already this impressive.

Luda Mae sighs and says,

“Thomas, don’t be shy, Y/N brought us some sweets, say thank you”

He holds his stare on you, he had never seen someone as breathtaking as yourself and your clothes did nothing to hide your robust, curvaceous figure, you didn’t look like someone who could easily break if he were to touch you but your height was barely a third of his own. He couldn’t help but find you simultaneously gorgeous and cute which was a perplexing and new feeling he welcomed. He suddenly snaps out of his trance when Luda Mae clears her throat, he then nods slowly as he shifts his eye contact from you and turns to leave quickly back down the stairs.

Luda Mae shakes her head “Excuse him, he takes a bit to warm up to people he likes”

“What about the people he doesn’t like?” You shocked yourself with your comment, it seemed to have just come out against your will.

Luda Mae looks at the floor and clenches the towel “Oh… haha well, don’t worry yourself about that hun. He likes you; one can tell that plain from the way he’s behavin’ ”

You let out a giggle and try to hide from the heat building up in your cheeks, Luda Mae notices this and smiles, Charlie sees this too and rudely barks in,

“Good thing y’got a crush on him because the people who don’t like him? Well, Girlie, you don’t wanna be them.”

Luda Mae drops her smile and snaps “YOU HUSH UP RIGHT THIS SECOND! THOMAS AIN’T DONE NOTHING WRONG!”

Charlie just laughs and wanders off, Luda Mae looks at you and says,

“I’m so sorry ‘bout him dear, he’s got such bad manners, does whatever he wants.” She places her hands on her hips and squints in the direction Charlie wandered off.

You reply “It’s alright. You know, Thomas seems to not want to be around me every time I come here. I hope I am not seeming like an intrusion to him.”

Luda Mae gets a worried look and says “Oh sweetheart, as his mama I can tell you with full certainty that he likes when you come over. He asked about you the other day, wondering who you are”

You try to suppress the smile forming on your lips, “I didn’t know he spoke. I would love to get to know him better” for some reason you kept saying bold statements despite your mind protesting the revealing honesty.

Luda Mae smiles at you “He speaks to the people he feels comfortable with, so far that’s only been me and sometimes Charlie. I think you may have to make an effort with Thomas dear, he is going to be like taming a wild animal, so you have your work cut out for you”

You continue a bit of small talk about the town you visited and then take your leave back down the drive way to home. The walk back makes you think of so many scenarios in which you would be able to speak with Tommy, he seemed like he would have a lot to say. The prospect of making Tommy trust you and having such a unique friend was overstimulating and got you so excited that you didn’t notice Dover come out of the bushes next to you, making you jump from being startled. He gives you a dirty look and says,

“Seems like yer makin’ friends with them Hewitt folk. What a stupid girl ya are. You know their sons a violent sort dontcha?”

You have had enough of Dover and his cruelty, you reply,

“I thought you wanted to be left alone? Besides, Thomas is really shy, he doesn’t seem violent”

Dover laughs “Ya really are dumber’n ya look! That retard would string ya up and eat ya alive if you don’t get the hell outta here”

You stop walking and face Dover “Why are you telling me this? It seems like you don’t care if I live or die so what would it matter to you if he DID eat me alive?”

He stops and looks at you “I DON’T CARE IF YA GET BURNED ALIVE!”

You stare at him, saying nothing, and he awkwardly looks around, expecting you to get mad, he follows

“Ya like that fool dontcha? Yer fixin’ to have him split yer birthin’ bits in two huh?”

You sneer at the crass statement “What is wrong with you? If you don’t need anything from me then please just go find the peace you claim to want, and let me live my life”

You continue walking away and he yells back after you “Those fuckers ate people ya know! Next theyr’ gon’ eat YOU! Have fun fuckin’ a cannibal man, ya dummy!”

You keep walking and make your way to the front door of your home, the words said to you by Dover were heinous but they did make you think, -He might be right, Luda Mae and her family say some really weird things a lot and seem to change the subject when things get too suspicious. At this point, I don’t care anymore… this is my only chance to have a normal life and have friends, maybe even family. I’m going to continue Tilly’s legacy, if not for her… then for all the people who seem to actually care about me-

Next chapter-

[strwbwoo]

fuck my what?

cw : mingyu x reader x readers female bsf… , smut , glg youre both sick bc you both like it , profanity , jealousy , praising , pet names (baby, babygirl)slut shaming (your friend)… , degrading the friend.. , .6k words (my fics are always short..) like one slap on yer ass

an : the friends name isnt mentioned but uhm yea… i dunno how i got here. theres a part where the bsf seems homophobic but she jus doesnt like the reader and want her boyfriend

theres no way the love of your live kim mingyu just said he wanted to have a threesome with your bestfriend

and what a sick bitch for saying yes. coming over with a lousy lingerie set under a trench coat. giving him the eye. ofcourse youre pissed, and both can tell, “baby..” caressing your waist closing the gap while leaning into your ear, “i like your lingerie better.. your boobs.. mouth..” grabbing your hand to kiss it, holding contact, “your m’ number one baby”

all walking to the bedroom but mingyu hold your hand while she walks behind you two. mingyu lazily lays on the bed, waiting for you both to make a move and that snake takes it, getting on the bed on all fours pressing her lips on your boyfriend, fucking slut. her left crawls down to panties pressing against her clit. it makes your face red n hot but you cant tell if youre mad or horny

catching up with them, pulling down his boxers, spitting on his cock and spreading it a little before teasing him by sucking your pretty lips on only the tip. you can hear moans out of that sickening long make out. shes so sloppy. ofcourse shes glaring back probably jealous that you get to play with his dick, “mm.. can i ride you..?” only ending the kiss to seduce him, bitch. and ofcourse his eyes light up, “cmere baby” calling you over like your some puppy

right after she pulls her panties off, shes on his dick exaggerating her moans. so loud and annoying, “want you to sit onm’ face babygirl” listening to your boyfriend never doubting him in anyway despite playing into a sick fantasy. you face your ‘friend’ to keep her in check. pulling your pretty see through panties that he picked out to the side. thick tension in the air and only builds up when you get an idea… leaning forward to lick her clit.

stablizing yerself by putting your hands on her hips, while your boyfriend tongue feels oh so good, bucking into his mouth. playing her game by moaning louder, her face in disgust to have your plump wet lips on her, pleasuring her. thats right whore. she thinks she can get away with her shit?

you jerk when mingyu adds two fingers in yer cunnie, lips still by her cunt but doing nothing but spilling moans, “fuck g- gyu” you both scream. tsk “min- mingyu too much” only you say that this time, “g’na cum..” but no response, still stuffing his face with cunt, big hands keeping you still despite your squirming.

vision going white, “fuck gyu! cumming” when he slaps your cute ass, “cmon baby” he muffled into yer cunt. both too lost into it to notice she came as well “f-fuck, get off me” huh? was he talking to you. ah, the whore. lightly manhandling you to his side and the bitch of his dick and on the the end of the bed before hot cum spilling on his banging abs. using his sweat as an accessory, everything glistening

looking back at her, “m’sorry girl but you gotta go. had fun tho” youre not sorry, and she can tell by your sly smirk while drawing circles on your boyfriends chest and his hand on your waist.

she grabs her discarded garments and stumbling out of your guys’ apartment. door automatically locked with your security system. mingyu kisses your sweet spot on your neck, ready for round two with his favorite girl

“you look cute when yer jealous baby..” you get all shy.. trying to think of something to make him regret letting another girl play with his cock, “gyu.. just thought she had an std” hes stunned, “baby- i just let her fuck me n now you wanna tell me?” you smile ” yea, dont let a whore on your cock babe” you say with faux innocence.