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[huidol]

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[mrpenguinpants]

Look, but don't touch. [ Harbinger Edition ]

— You're the only one who's allowed to touch him. Likewise, he's the only one that's allowed to touch you.

— Childe, Pantalone, Scaramouche, and Dottore

[Masterlist]

Love Language Series | Touch [ Here ] | Actions | Time | Words | Gifts

This is written before the Sumeru quest. Harbingers are their own warning.

This was a fever dream, incredibly self-indulgent, don't talk to me about this ok. Honestly don't even wanna tag people in this (´。＿。｀)

Tartaglia

Childe is friendly but he always keeps himself at arm's distance from anyone who isn't his family. The kind of guy that acts like he loves everyone but he truly doesn't like anyone. Always polite but never kind. He won't be outwardly hostile if one of the cicin mages decides she wants to try her luck and cuddle up to him, he sort of admires her bravery, but the hardened stare and indifferent response are awkward enough for anyone to bail halfway.

So what a surprise to everyone when it's Childe himself that pulls you into him. It's not a friendly hug either, he quite literally drags you into his embrace as soon as he sees you, locks his arms around your waist, and spins you around. Before he catches himself and gently settles you down and pretends as if he didn't boldly announce to everyone that you're special.

He is a harbinger at the end of the day so any intimate relationships he has need to be hidden lest he puts you in danger. That said, he doesn't do a very good job. He gets agitated and fidgety if he can't hold you, longing gazes in your direction even if someone else is speaking to him about something important. Whether it's shooing specks of dust off your shoulder, a tap on the arm, or the brief brush of your fingers against his whenever he hands something to you. He always finds some way to touch you.

It's always the worst and best time to speak with Childe if you happen to be there. On the upside, Childe is more likely to give his approval to whatever his subordinates ask just so they go away and leave you both alone. On the downside, because physical touch somehow makes Childe drowsy and almost drunk, he's useless.

It wasn't always like this. During your first months as something more than friends, not quite lovers, he kept you at an arm's distance just like everyone else. Only the occasional arm over your shoulder or a hand on the small of your back, just enough to show you that you meant something to him. But over time, those touches began to linger until the dynamic shifted and he began to rely on your touches to keep him sated. On particularly stressful days, he'll pull you aside into his office with a rushed excuse to just hold you in his lap. He's recharging, don't make tease him.

But he's not a selfish lover. If you need comfort or just want to be held, he'll gladly throw his plans out the window just to spend time with you. What's wrong? Did someone upset you? Want me to take care of them? He'll offer anything to make you feel better while you're cuddled up to him and it makes his heart flutter when you say you just want to stay beside him. He has a bad habit of resting his entire weight on top of you if you're both ever lying down. All that muscle is heavy but sometimes it's comfortable until his elbow accidentally digs into your side.

Childe can be polite if someone else wants to touch him but he's baring his teeth at anyone that has the audacity to place their hands on you. If someone bumps into you? He's fine, accidents happen. Someone moves you to the side? Whatever he won't throw a fit over that. He believes in the below-the-shoulder, above-the-waist, hands not included, rule. If anyone touches you, it's the only time when Childe will throw his reputation out the window.

Scaramouche likes to compare him to a dog and he'll gladly growl and bark if that's what it takes for people to get the hint and leave you alone. He'll slide his arms around your waist, tilt your chin up, and without any concern about the scene that this will cause, kisses you deeply. All the while sending the nastiest glare to the person that touched you. Look, don't touch. You're his.

Childe likes to believe that he has self-restraint. He's a soldier first and foremost so he has discipline beaten into his bones. But right now he's close to snapping the pen in his hands and hurling it into that bastard's forehead. He can feel Ekaterina's concerned gaze on him, shifting on her feet nervously, as she struggles to push through her explanation of his assignment quickly. Unfortunately, it's all white noise to Childe as all of his attention is on the cicin mage whose being a bit too friendly for his liking.

"Lord Tartaglia?"

Of course, you don't blink twice at it. He's seen how that loud electro pirate dotes on you and is overly physically affectionate herself. Maybe he should also fight her as well after he's done dealing with this cicin mage.

"Childe?" Ekaterina tries one last time, using a more familiar name to see if that would catch her superior's attention but alas, he was too busy glaring daggers into her college. Ekaterina raises a hand to lightly tap on her superior's shoulder to get his attention but just as her fingertips brush against the fabric of his uniform, Childe's death glare is directed at her. She flinches away from the otherwise easy-going Childe, her mask doing little to hide her startled expression.

"Sorry, sorry, not meant for you," Childe blinks away the hate from his ocean eyes, coming to his senses as he runs a hand through his hair, "What were you saying?"

"There is no need to apologize, Lord Tartaglia, I overstepped," Ekaterina, bless her heart, waves off the sudden aggression but takes a step back. Before she can continue, she overhears you saying goodbye to the mage and your footsteps coming closer. A small surprised noise escapes your chest as Childe pulls you into his arms immediately. If she didn't know Childe, she could almost say his expression was a bit cute with how pouty he was being. Although the look in his eyes says otherwise now that she was just on the receiving end. This seems to be a common occurrence because you just giggle and hug him back just as tightly.

"Please don't harm her. She was just being nice," you mumble into his chest.

"I'll think about it," he says, his eyes never leaving the mage.

Pantalone

On the one hand, the banker always carries this prestige that makes most people stay away in awe. No one wants to get on the wrong side of the man who basically funds the country of Snezhnaya. On the other hand, Pantalone has an ethereal beauty that compels people to come closer and touch. To see if the porcelain skin is real, feel if he's muscular or lean under the heavy fabric, or sneak a peek at what colour the banker's eyes are. It makes you kind of giddy knowing that this man belongs to you. That you know the answer to all these speculations.

You aren't sure when it started happening but at some point, he always ends up sort of mindlessly touching him. Placing a hand on his arm or knee, running your fingers through his hair, or gently rubbing away the stress from his shoulders. There wasn't an ulterior motive, Pantalone was just too handsome that you can't help but touch him just to make sure he's real. He thought you were overexaggerating a bit but he seemed deeply pleased at your confession since it was coming from you personally. That egotistical bastard.

But he always reciprocated your touch. Offering an arm for you to hold onto, brushing the hair out of your face, or rubbing small circles into your hand. Small gestures of affection would occasionally lead to more. The fact that Pantalone of all people let you be this close was something you secretly prided in yourself. You couldn't help but rub his newfound privilege in front of anyone that got too close that this elegant man was yours to hold. Look all you want but you're the only one that gets to touch.

You weren't aware of Pantalone's level of aversion to touch until he almost caused a scene at a gathering. It was meant more for looks and reputation, the occasional business talk, but overall a lax evening. One of the ladies thought it would be a good gesture to place her hand against Pantalone's arm. A bit flirty but innocent enough that the sheer disdain that swirled in Pantalone's eyes made her flinch away surprised. He struck her hand away, the sound carrying through the now-silent ballroom as everyone turned to the sound. You were surprised as well that Pantalone of all people, the image of control and ever-smiling, lips turned down into a repulsed scowl. Your feet quickly moved over to him, quietly excusing the woman for her careless act, and ushering her away before anything escalated. No one spoke of that night.

Ever since then you've always kept your hands firmly glued to your sides lest you feel his anger. If you happened to brush against his finger you would splutter out apologies and scamper away. If you felt his hand hover near you, you always assumed you were in the way and quickly moved aside for him. Overall, you acted as if it was you that was uncomfortable with touch. With each passing day that you fled from his hand, the crease in Pantalone's frown grew deeper.

It comes to a head one night when you get to see how Pantalone's aversion to touch applies to you as well. Occasionally some wealthy noble will host a gala and as one of the Tsaritsa Harbingers, Pantalone will be required to be present for at least one of them. Given his status, most of the attendees flock over to him which leaves poor you to meander about and find something to do with the time. Despite being his lover, you're not privy to what goes on with his work and frankly, the business talk and parties bore you. At least these places have food.

He sees you conversing with a man he knows is from Liyue, hoping to find more investors and trade partners here in Snezhnaya. He's already spoken to the man and rejected his offer so that's most likely why he's speaking to you, the banker's partner to garner sympathy. Although from the looks of things, you don't seem that impressed either. You notice his stare, perhaps his expression betrays him because your eyes grow concerned before giving a polite bow and turning to walk away and to him. If that was all then perhaps tonight wouldn't have ended so badly.

The man grabs your arm painfully enough for you to whimper and that's all Pantalone needs. He doesn't even try to hide his expression behind a smile, his lips set into a straight line. He grabs the man's arm tightly, the leather of his gloves crinkling from the force, and he nearly breaks the man's arm. How dare this inferior social climber put his filthy hands on you. You have to plead with him to let the man go, desperately trying to pry his grip away as the businessman begs the Harbinger on his knees that he didn't know.

Pantalone-

Pantalone is pissed.

You've never seen him this angry before. The lady all those nights ago doesn't even compare close to the anger radiating off him. His fingers flex still as he leads you away into an isolated hallway. You're not even sure if he knows where he's going, completely blindsided by rage. So you quickly step closer and throw your arms around him, stopping him in his tracks as you bury your face into the soft fabric of his suit.

"It's okay. I'm okay," you whisper softly into his back. You're not afraid, he won't get angry, not with you. Never with you. But it still pains you to see him this way. You feel more than you hear his deep sigh before slowly turning around and taking you into his arms. "Thank you. I didn't mean to start anything, you just looked displeased and I got worried. Oh, I'm sorry-"

You quickly move to shuffle out of Pantalone's hold but you can barely get two steps back before his touch grows firm and you're trapped. Despite how strong his hold is, he gently tilts your chin up so you can look into his pretty eyes. He really does have a nice eye colour you think in the back of your mind.

"You've been avoiding me. Care to enlighten me as to why that's the case? Did someone feed your mind with little lies?" Pantalone sounds coy but you can hear the undertone of worry. As if he's done something wrong which you quickly shake your head to.

"W-Well, that incident with the lady from a few weeks ago, the one in the red and black dress, you looked really angry when she touched you so..." you trailed off as your eyes look at anywhere that isn't the man in front of you, nervously twisting the cuff of your sleeve. When you actually hear it back it does sound a bit ridiculous to believe that but you just didn't want to make him uncomfortable. Or make him act a certain way just because you liked physical touch or to uphold appearances.

"And you thought you were comparable to people like that? That I would allow special treatment just because you were mine? That I would reciprocate to anyone but you?"

You fumble a bit at how honest his words are, searching for some way to justify yourself but at the end of the day, you'll knock your head against the wall for how stupid your logic is. So you stand on your tip toes and reach hesitantly up towards his face. Pantalone's face reminds neutral but he slowly leans into his touch, his muscles finally relaxing just by your touch.

Scaramouche

How the hell he tolerates you is anyone's guess. How the hell you tolerate him is Celestia's guess. He has the worst attitude, is quick to anger, flaunts his authority wherever he goes, and is overall a terrible person to be around. Yet every time he looks over his shoulder, you're always one step away from kicking at his heels. Which you have accidentally done before and somehow survived so he must like you a smidge. You tell him it's because it's out of spite that you're still here and spite is a powerful feeling. He of all people should know.

Scaramouche despises anyone being within his personal space, which is already a pretty big range, so the idea of someone touching him is repulsive to him. If he somehow was in danger and someone touched him in order to save his life, he would probably throw a fit and shock them. Their only reward is that he doesn't kill them. It's not like he has to worry too much, no one really wants to be in his presence longer than they have to and any admirers are quickly turned off within the first couple of seconds. Which makes it all the more baffling that you still hang around him and test just how far you can poke his limits.

The first time you touched him was by accident. Someone had bumped into you causing you to fall into Scaramouche. Luckily for you, you managed to put your hands out first and brace yourself against the wall but you had successfully caged the Balladeer between your arms. If you weren't currently fearing for your life you might have laughed at the horrified expression on the Harbinger's face. The only reason you survived that day was that Tartaglia chose that exact moment to waltz in and frankly, he was a far bigger headache than you were.

He's not sure how you managed to worm your warm into his cold non-existent heart but at some point, he got used to your presence in his life. A few words to take care of himself, extra paperwork being filled, or shooing away other soldiers so he could have space. All of these acts of kindness were met with half-baked insults and suspicious looks. Every time he asked you why the hell you were acting like he was some helpless doll you always answered the same, you just felt like it and he looked like he kinda needed it. Which was so baffling to him that you managed to walk away with your head intact.

It started off with small things. Like you're both feral cats that are trying to co-exist in the same alleyway. You always announce your presence, give him enough time to leave, and your touch is barely there. You never do anything close to intimate, never hold his hand or hold his face, and he never reciprocates ever. Although it speaks volumes when he doesn't push you away ever. You're always nearby, sitting close, and you both exist contently.

But just like a feral cat, with enough time and love, even they will begin to grow comfortable and domesticated. The look on his subordinate's face was hilarious when little old you waltzed over to the sixth harbinger, plopped down into his personal space, and literally sprawled yourself over his lap to see what he was looking at. Just to one-up the absurdness, Scaramouche didn't seem bothered in the slightest, only calling you an idiot for not being able to read the document that was right in his hands.

Although there are some downsides to being so close to Scaramouche. He's possessive with the power the enforce his pride. You have to constantly scold him that he can't go frying anyone that comes within two feet of you. It's hardly efficient and it's annoying having to scream just to know what time it is.

The you from years ago would have balked at how casual you were speaking with the infamous Balladeer.

"All I'm saying is you sound like a possessive maniac," you huff, your arms crossing over your chest as you frown down at the sitting man. You doubt he's even paying attention to you because if he isn't throwing spite around then he's filtering you out of his mind. Scaramouche barely acknowledges your words, still fiddling around with the Electro Archon's gnosis. It gives off faint sparks of electro every time he rolls it over his fingers but he doesn't give any signs of pain. Maybe because he's an electro-user? Either way, he's obviously not listening to you. You let out a loud sigh before shrugging and turning on your heel to walk back into the camp. Suddenly, his hand shoots out and latches onto your wrist and he's yanking you down. The you from years ago would have fainted seeing you sprawled over your superior's lap. As your vision tilts to the sky you can't help but think that for such a small body, he sure has a lot of strength. He wears a bored expression, his other hand is cradling his head while his elbow is on his knee, before a nasty smirk makes its way over his face.

"Yeah? So what?" Scaramouch says, his hand stopping to firmly hold the gnosis, though now one of his hands is now settled on your hip. You blink. Huh, you...weren't exactly expecting the ever-prideful Balladeer to blatantly admit that.

"Well, the "what" is that it makes it incredibly inconvenient to talk to anyone. Everyone avoids me like the plague because their scared you're doing to kick down their door and attack them," you pout, grumpily adjusting your head to lay on his knee, "Also you need to eat more. You make a horrible headrest."

"That's fine. You won't need anyone else," he says dismissively.

You open your mouth to say something but the look in his eyes makes you falter. He's serious. A mixture of a past memory, the present moment of you both together, and a far-off dream all dance in his eyes. It's a look you've never seen before on Scaramouche's face despite how long you've worked under him and you can't help but be mesmerized by it. It's likely the first and last time you'll ever see him be honest. But it's quickly over as his eyes morph into snarky glee, his lips pulling into a mean grin.

"You look stupid."

Il Dottore

People are downright terrified to even be in the same room as the infamous doctor. There's never a safe moment and anyone could be the next test subject depending on his mood. It doesn't matter who it is, even his own segments, if someone touches him that means they've just volunteered to be his next experiment. It's suffocating when Dottore is out and not locked in his lab because everyone need's to be hyperaware of where the doctor is located in the room. So to say that Dottore tolerates you is a massive understatement.

He actually quite likes to parade you around, almost like you're his newest addition to his collection. Touch isn't a problem for him if he's the one initiating it given how often he's dragging you around like you're some pet. He's not gentle in the slightest, nearly pulling your arm out in his crazed rush to show you his newest creation. You would joke and say that in moments like these, he's the one that acts like the pet. Too excited to show its owner its newest achievements. But you have a sliver of sanity in your mind so you keep your mouth shut.

Every moment with Dottore is a warped sense of time. You've been with the Doctor for a long time, before he became a Harbinger, and you don't know how your relationship progressed to this stage. You're walking on a tightrope of old colleges that are too intertwined with history to be separated or co-dependent individuals that need death to finally leave each other. So when he touches you softly, affectionally, you stumble and fall off your rope. The mad doctor laughing from above, arms still outstretched from where he's pushed you.

Half of it is madness, and half of it is out of genuine love. Although, to Dottore, madness and love are the same things. His acts of affection are spontaneous and equally as fleeting. One second he's rattling off medical terms and theories, pauses in his rant just to give you a deep kiss no matter who's around you to witness the act, and proceeds as if nothing happens. That's not to say you don't enjoy it when he decides to reward you, you just wished it wasn't in front of so many people. You suspect he does it on purpose.

There's no softness or quiet time aside from the very very few and far between moments Dottore decides to indulge you. He's a busy man, his mind only built for progress, and he has better things to do than to play pretend. But for you, the one who forcibly carved space into his heart, he can make arrangements. Only for a short while. Some days he may hold you as if you'll shatter if he squeezes any harder, other days he'll push your hair away from your eyes quietly, and one day he kisses you as if you're something more.

Unlike Dottore, you don't have an intimidating reputation. People can touch you if they want to. It makes you a bit happy when Childe will pat you on the back or ruffle your hair cheekily. He's also one of the few who can get away with it as well since Dottore can't physically harm him for touching you since he's a fellow Harbinger. Besides, people speak with their eyes more. Since that doesn't qualify as anyone touching you, Dottore won't do anything. So they stare.

They stare at how the Harbinger holds you in a special place. You aren't remarkable, you're the same as the rest of them. Yet you're untouchable and invincible from the man who can change their entire lives. Mistakes occur frequently when Dottore is in the room, the slip of a finger because everyone is too focused on staying out of the Doctor's way. You get to stand beside someone like that.

It's been a hard day. A very hard day. You're absolutely exhausted and ready to curl up into a ball as soon as you get to your room. You aren't even sure what exactly happened. One second you were doing your job and the next your head was on the ground with a pulsing pain on your right cheek. It's not unusual for patients to lash out but under those circumstances, they don't have anything to do with you intimately. You know what people think about your relationship with Dottore. What people who only glimpse into the relationship you have with him think. Usually, they stay silent, only judging you with their eyes but always silent. That is until nearly 10 minutes ago.

"You're late."

You barely react when you hear his voice. Of course, it's him. God, what bad timing. He's the last person you want to see right now, especially in this state. You only give him a nod and mumbled out apologies, stumbling over your feet like a newborn lamb when his hand latches onto your wrist to drag you off again. You think you might have his fingerprints as bruises now. Another thing people can mistakenly think about your relationship. You only know you're crying when you hear the splatter of your tears against the tiled floors and Dottore's footsteps come to a halt. His grip on you has gotten tighter.

You're startled out of your wallowing when warm hands cup your face, brushing your tears away. His gloves are off. When did he take them off? Dottore simply looks at you as you silently cry. You're too tired to apologize, too tired to break down in sobs. Your arms hang uselessly at your sides but you close your eyes and lean into his touch.

"Give me their name."

He whispers it softly. You think back at the girl that struck you. You think she's new, she has to be. You know that if you say her name, you won't see her tomorrow. But you're too tired right now. So with no hesitation, you volunteer her to become the next test subject.

[babyrunsforfanfic]

Mom & Dad | s.h.

summary: in which you and steve talk about what the future holds for the two of you

steve harrington x fem!reader

warnings/tags: established relationship, FLUFF, i just wanted to write a really fluffy fluff piece ok ok, talk about babies like reader and steve cheesy go in depth about babies and their life ok, picture that one convo where steve is talking about his future 6 little nuggets but it’s with someone who wants that too, no bad things happened everyone is alive and well and no one is unalived my house my rules everybody, the reader is kind of golden retriever-esque and yeah, CASUAL DOMINANCE from steve bc uh have y’all seen him ik you have

wc: 1325ish

•••

steve harrington hummed as he rubbed his cheek against the top of your hand, a faint smile curved on his cheek. he peppered a couple of kisses on your knuckles, before you squealed as he nipped at one of your rings.

“you’re gonna crack a tooth!” you whined, leaning to jab at his side with your freed hand. steve let out a huff, before he pressed a soft kiss to your ring, and then dropping your joined hands to rest against your leg “stevie? ‘m love you.”

“i love you, pretty girl.” steve leaned across the center console of his car to press a soft kiss to your forehead, before he took to tapping on your knee. “was thinking about you today, when i took the gremlins to school this morning.”

“yeah?” you turned, eyes bright as you batted your eyelashes toward your boyfriend. “thinking of how pretty i am? how i so deserve a neopolitan milkshake?”

“you want to go to benny’s later don’t you?” steve quirked his brow, and you nodded with a grin as he let out a laugh. steve continued to laugh as he pulled out of your driveway. “god you’re so lucky you are ridiculously adorable.”

steve watched from the corner of his eye as you playfully huffed, dropping his hand and crossing your arms over your chest. it was only for a bit though, as you perked up seeing a yellow labrador retriever being walked along the sidewalk. steve came to a stop at the stop light, barely biting his smile back as you craned your neck behind you to keep an eye on the dog.

“can we get one when we live together?” your question fell so easily from your lips, that steve barely felt his heart skip. a car honking made steve move again, and he pressed back onto the gas as he started driving again.

“what, you want a lab?” steve questioned, and you nodded quickly, shyly smiling. “surprised you don’t want a golden retriever.”

“want one of those too.” you giggled, and steve watched from his peripheral as you folded one of your knees to your chest.

“put that down, not safe.” steve pressed his left hand firmly to the steering wheel, before flicking his thumb and pointer against your knee. “if we got into a wreck that’d hurt you, put your pretty leg down.”

you listened almost instantly, and instead grappled for steve’s hand, entwining his fingers with your own.

“figured maybe when we moved into a house, y’know?” you explained, tapping a finger against steve’s hand. “little yard, white picket fence that way our dogs could run around.”

“thought about this a lot, huh?” steve teased, and you nodded as he pulled into the parking lot of hawkins high school.

“yeah.” you shrugged, fiddling with the sleeve of the sweater steve had let you borrow. “figured we’d get settled down, i mean one day this’ll be us.”

you gestured around you, smiling as you looked to the middle school and high school buildings.

“we’ll be ugly brick buildings?” steve teased, and he grinned as he listened to you groan and throw your head against the headrest with a small thud.

“no!” you whined, waving your hands around in front of you. “one day we’ll have kids, y’know?”

“oh.” steve swallowed, before he sent you a faint smile. “and what’ll these kids be like?”

“oh my god- so, they’ll honestly be such nerds it won’t even be funny.” you giggled, eyes wide as you unrolled steve’s passenger side window. “but it’ll be okay because they might be little jocks- i mean they’ll be ours so they’ll be good, y’know?”

“like the party?” steve asked softly, and steve just watched as you let out a fond little sigh.

“of course like the party!” you grinned, an ear to ear thing that made steve’s heart ache. “they’ll be such smart asses, but our little smart asses! and they’ll have your hair-”

“but your eyes.” steve smoothly cut in, and he turned in his seat to be able to face you more.

“my eyes?” you repeated, and steve grinned wide as he propped his elbow on his center console so he could watch you. “really?”

“oh yeah.” steve leaned forward and pinched your nose playfully, reveling in the shy way you dipped your chin and batted your eyes at him. “and we’ll have a shitty camper van, travel every summer when they’re out of school and see the world.”

“how many?” you squealed, eyes wide, turning even more in your seat, barely noticing that steve undid your seatbelt so it wouldn’t bite into your neck. “like three boys and-”

“three girls.” steve grinned, leaning closer to you. “you, me, all of them loaded into a camper. drive around and see the rockies and the grand canyon, maybe even yellowstone.”

“end up in california!” you added, squealing as you grinned widely up at steve. steve hummed, a fond smile spread on his face as he wiggled his fingers into your side so you’d laugh again. “all of us harringtons could end up in a little beach-side town, learn how to surf and catch sand dollars.”

“yes!” steve grinned, leaning his head against his headrest so he could still look at you. “us and our little brood of harringtons.”

“i’d like that.” you nodded, tapping your fingertips against the back of steve’s hand. “oh my god us being on the pta and doing scouts!”

“you just want an excuse to keep boxes of girl scout cookies in the freezer.” steve teased, and he laughed when you didn’t make a move to deny it.

“oh my god, and we’d have a dog-” you grinned, thinking for a moment. “probably a fish.”

“a fish our kids begged us to get, but we end up taking care of.” steve joked and you nodded, a wide smile on your face. “and we’d gripe about us having to take care of it, but we really wouldn’t mind.”

“and we’d pay the neighbor’s kids to go and take care of them when we’re out of town.” you added, voice shy as you blinked up toward steve. “yeah?”

steve hummed leaning forward to curl one of his hands against your cheek. his thumb soothed gently across your cheekbone, following the swell of it as he nodded. he used his fingers to tilt your face up, his eyes focused on yours.

steve said nothing as he leaned forward and let out a soft sigh, before he brushed his lips across yours. you tasted sweet, like the bubblegum he kept specifically for you in his center console. you keened into his kiss, and steve couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped as he slid his free hand up so it could rest against the nape of your neck.

when you both pulled away, steve couldn’t help but smile at your kiss swollen pout. he leaned forward again and planted a softer kiss against your mouth, just in time to hear the school bell ring. you smiled shyly, pulling away from steve as you flipped the sun visor down. steve watched fondly as you used the mirror to right your hair, sliding a thumb under your lip to wipe away any smudged chapstick.

steve flipped the radio on, and sent you a wide smile as he tapped his fingers against the steering wheel. he smiled even wider somehow when you entwined the fingers of one of your hands with his, and he couldn’t help but pepper a couple more kisses along your knuckles.

yeah, he could see himself having a whole brood of harringtons.

ones with his hair, your eyes.

them calling you, mom and him, dad.

steve shook his head, unlocking the car as the party came into view. he listened to your squeal as you leaned out the car’s window- waving at the group of high school students frantically with your free hand.

yeah, he could definitely imagine that.

[dreamcatchers-husband]

Celebration

Male Reader X Dreamcatcher Gaheyon

Length: 2200+

Tags: creampie, quckie

A tiny follow up to my NNN fic. You can read it here if you haven't before. Happy 1 year smut writing anniversary to me.

What would be a cause for celebration? Getting a raise? Getting a new car? There are so many things that can fall under that category but your entire company was in the building for one main reason. The celebration of your successful partnership with apple.

The launch of the new iPhone, combined with your camera technology shot profit margins up 16%. Getting a cut of the sales, it was simple to say how much richer you just got. With that money, you instantly booked a fancy caterer as well as unlimited drinks for your employees.

Everyone was in as you told them to come and just have a good time. That brought you to the main conference room, plenty of workers were piled in the room as well as you and the girls. As a camera pointed at your face, your mouth opened as you began to give a small speech. 

“Ladies and gentlemen. I’m sorry to have brought you all here. I’m sure the offer of great food and unlimited food sounded horrible to you all.” 

A small chuckle left everyone’s mouth as you continued your speech. 

“As everyone knows, this partnership helped our company reach new heights as our profit margins reached new heights. With that success, Apple has decided to continue working with us in the long run. So In honor of that, everyone here will be getting a pay raise as a thank you for all your hard work.” 

Loud cheers could be heard all around after you said that. 

“All of this couldn't have been done without you all so drink, eat, and enjoy yourselves. Cars will be available to drive you home should you require one. Have fun.” 

With that said, the camera turned off and everyone clapped toward you. Once the clapping stopped, you found yourself surrounded by the girls. Dami immediately intertwined her hand with your own and kissed your cheek. 

“Congratulations Kangdae. I think I speak for all of the girls here that we are proud of you.” 

“No. I should be the one who is proud of all of you. If it wasn’t for Jiu, this deal wouldn't have happened. All the hard work you all put into it made this happen. I was just along for the ride.”

Jiu patted you on the back and rested her head on your shoulder. 

“Ok ok. Enough of saying who did what. If we continued, we would get nowhere so let’s all agree everyone worked hard ok?” 

With a nod, each of the girls picked up a glass of champagne and raised it. Following their example, you did the same. 

“To Go Tech.” 

“TO GO TECH!”

As you all downed the glasses of alcohol, Yoohyeon looked at all of you and smiled. 

“As good as that champagne was. I think we need something a little stronger. How about a nice scotch?” 

You already knew what Yoohyeon was asking for. A Certain bottle that had been in your office for a couple of years now, untouched.

“Yooh. I have been saving that bottle for a special occasion.” 

Handong rolled her eyes at you and then spoke. 

“I think this qualifies as a special occasion. We won’t finish it right now. Just let us all enjoy a glass.”

“Ok, what am I missing here? What bottle?” 

Siyeon, always the last one to pick up on things, looked at all of you confused. Sua chuckled and gave Siyeon a small smack on the head. 

“Kangdae has a bottle of 1928 Macallan. The anniversary malt just sitting in his office. You haven’t noticed it?” 

“No! Isn’t that a $300,000 bottle of whiskey?” 

“Yes, it is. Look, fine I will go grab it but please don’t finish it. I’ll be right back.” 

Leaving the conference room, you found yourself at the elevator scanning your key card to give you priority. As the elevator dinged, a small figure stood next to you and took hold of your hand. The petite hand that held your own was Gahyeon so you just walked into the metal machine and ordered the button to the top floor.

“They told me to keep you company since some people came to talk to them but no funny business.” 

“Of course. They want to try one of the most expensive bottles of scotch in the world.” 

A small frown was on the girl’s face as she looked up at you. That face of hers was always a weakness of yours so you ducked down a bit and gave the girl a small kiss on the lips. At that moment, the ding from the elevator returned as you reached the top floor. 

Walking out into the hallway, your legs brought you towards your office until you were face to face with the door. Pushing the wooden entry to the room, you made your way to the right wall and found your liquor bottles lined up. As your hand reached out for the brown bottle, your body was suddenly pushed. The sudden jerk on your body caused you to fall on the couch, looking up. 

A toothy smile filled your friend's face as she walked closer and closer to you. 

“Gahyeon. No funny business, remember?” 

“Yeah. This isn’t funny business. What’s so funny about me sitting on your lap?” 

Gahyeon did exactly that and sat down on your lap. The Chanel straps on her shoulders hit your eyes as they went farther down. Gahyeon had a gray skirt on, but in this position, it was very pushed up. Your eyes immediately noticed the uncovered fold on her lower half. 

Your mouth began to water as the young woman raised your eyes back up to hers. 

“Hey, Mister. No funny business remember?”

Gahyeon’s mocking tone was enough to anger you as you flipped your positions. Laying Gahyeon down on the couch, your hands pulled down on her skirt and exposed her lower half. Gahyeon didn’t even hesitate as she took off her blouse and bra. 

Gahyeon was no stranger to sex in your office, so the speed she took off her clothes was faster than what seemed humanly possible. Wrapping your arms around her thighs, you immediately dig into one of your favorite meals. Your tongue repeatedly flicked on her folds as the woman let out small moans. 

Bringing your hands to her folds, you opened her pussy and found the small nub which you knew would help you achieve what you want quickly. With each flick of your tongue on her clit, the more Gahyeon began to jolt around. Wanting to stimulate her more, you pushed one of your fingers into the woman's snatch. 

Just one finger was already a bit of a struggle but when you introduced another finger, Gahyeon’s yells got louder. The combined efforts of your fingers and tongue brought your friend closer and closer to her peak. A sudden squeeze was felt around your head as the girl wrapped her thighs around it. 

With each jump from her body, the faster you moved your appendages. Finally reaching her peak, Gahyeon yelled and squeezed your head as hard as she could with her thick thighs. A rush of fluids hit your tongue as you were quick to drink as much as you could.

Coming down from her high, Gahyeon loosened her grip on your head and panted for air. Cleaning your face of the remaining fluids, your hands took off your suit and other articles of clothing. Your cock twitched looking at the nude body of Gahyeon. When her eyes began to open once more, a smile filled her face as she saw your rod. 

Without hesitation, Gahyeon got up and kneeled as you sat back down on the couch. Getting closer to your rod, Gahyeon wrapped her delicate hands around cock and stroked it. Her eyes seemed hypnotized as she continued to move her hand up and down. 

“This cock of yours. I get amazed every time I see it. So what do you want me to do? Perhaps Kiss it?” 

Gahyeon did exactly that and gave the tip of your rod a small kiss. The girl was normally the first to jump on doing anything with your dick, but this was the first time she was teasing you. 

“No sweetie. You know what I want.” 

“And what would that be? Maybe my tits wrapped around them?” 

Bringing her chest up, her soft breast wrapped around your cock as the young woman began to move your length up and down between them. The soft skin from her boobs felt great as the girl just looked into your eyes. That dangerous smirk returned as she continued to play with you. 

You finally got angry enough that you took Gahyeon’s face in your hands and glared at her. 

“Suck my fucking cock you little whore. Get it ready for your pussy.” 

“Yes sir.” 

In an instant, the young woman put her lips on the tip of your cock and plunged her throat down on it. At first, the bops from her head are small ones until she gives you another smirk. Putting her hands on your legs, Gahyeon brought your entire length down on your rod. A bulge could almost be seen in Gahyeon’s throat as she swallowed your cock. 

Gahyeon’s sucks began to speed up as you put your hand on top of her head. As you continued to guide her mouth down your length, Gahyeon suddenly stopped and pulled her lips off your cock. A grunt left your mouth as you gave Gahyeon an angry stare. 

“Daddy. You said to get it wet so you can fuck my pussy. I think it’s wet enough. Besides, you know you love my pussy more.” 

Gahyeon jumped back on top of your lap and lined her pussy up with your cock. A sudden plunge brought back into the familiar feeling of her snatch. Raising her hips, the young woman began to jump on your length. Putting your hands on her hips, you began to help her movements as she continued to fuck herself into your cock. 

“Fuck, daddy. I love your cock. No one else can fuck me like you.” 

A possessive nature took over as you grabbed Gahyeon’s face and made her look into your eyes.

“What do you mean no one else? Who have you been fucking beside me?”

“N-No one daddy. Just you.” 

“It sure sounds like you have been. I better not ever see you fucking another guy. You got that you fucking brat?” 

Putting your hand on her neck, the young woman began to look at you nervously as the hold on her neck tightened. Gahyeon’s pussy at that moment began to tighten around your cock as you continued to shove your length into her tunnel. Your speed increased as Gahyeon's eyes began to roll back. 

You let go of the grip a bit but Gahyeon pulled you closer and tightened the grip on your hand once more. Seeing she liked it, you did your best to choke her as safely as you can while the girl bounced. 

“I’M CUMMING.”

It was sudden but a rush of fluids shot from the girl's pussy as she began to jolt around like earlier. Gahyeon stopped bouncing as she laid her head on your chest. You knew that people were waiting for you so you decided to continue fucking her after a few seconds. 

“W-Wait daddy. I j-just came.” 

“Well, I didn’t you little whore.” 

Throwing Gahyeon back on the couch m. You brought her ass up and shoved your length back into her tunnel. With your hands, you pulled her upper body and put both of your hands on her breasts. Giving her nipples a few small pinches, you pistoned repeatedly into her snatch as the girl yelled. It’s a bit embarrassing as you can already feel your cock twitching but with all the strength you had left, you fucked her pussy as her hands moved all around. 

“I’M CUMMING AGAIN!”

Gahyeon gave you a slap to the face by accident but it somehow served as a catalyst for your peak to arrive. As your load shot deep into Gahyeon’s pussy, the young woman suddenly stopped moving as her pussy contracted around your rod. Gahyeon was milking you dry, and you were sure to give her all you had in your balls.

The strength in your body seemed to leave as you both lay down on top of the couch. As you both panted for air, the door to your office opened and the rest of the girls walked in on this scene. 

“You two really couldn’t wait?”

The judging tone from Dami made you look down in embarrassment as your girlfriend walked closer to the two of you. Staring the two of you up and down, Dami threw your clothes at the two of you and laughed. 

“It’s my day. Gahyeon you lost your day now and I get the rest of today. You better be ready, Kangdae. I’m going to make you so empty that you might cry.” 

All of the girls giggled at what she said to you as Gahyeon began to put her clothes back on. She rolled her eyes but nodded her head in agreement with what Dami said. 

You haven’t seen Dami give you a smirk like Gahyeon before. Should you be worried?

Guess only time will tell how you feel in the morning.

a/n- Thank you for reading. Thank you to anyone who enjoyed any of my works over this year. To be honest i have been debating if i should retire from smut writing and im still not sure but if i continue my work will just come out very slow. Thank you again.

[zzzzombieboy]

Leon Kennedy

Headcannons

just things that I think abt Leon

listens to Linkin Park for sure, fav song is probably no more sorrow or in the end (he likes the basic songs i’m telling u) also DEFINITELY listens to Three Days Grace, doesn’t have a fav song tho

he was obsessed with guitar hero for a little bit and he got really good at it when it came out but then stopped playing and now can’t even fc a song on easy mode

sleeps on his stomach with his face to the right side

if you like a movie he doesn’t like he will act like you’re a swine and bring it up all the time to make fun of you

doesn’t have a bed frame, sleeps on two mattresses stacked on top of each other

he is so bland and probably has like one thing on his wall, the rest of his room is bright white with stains on it

doesn’t like sour candy

never talked much in high school, probably only had like 3 friends each year

terrible hearing, absolutely awful (from all the guns he’s shot INDOORS)

used to LOVE zombie movies as a kid and obviously he is not a big fan of them anymore

loves atari games like centipede or tetris but he can’t stand playing space invader for some stupid reason

he loves a good, horrible, greasy, poorly cooked fast food burger

has so many shirts but like 3 pairs of pants

very unorganized work locker, probably stinks too

he only knows one way to tie a tie, and it’s very simple so all of the ties he wears go somewhat past his waist

used to be a little thief and stole issues of comics from the gas station and then giggle about it once he got out of the store, he always got caught though

he is so stingy about his money, the only extravagance he has is really expensive leather jackets (or the jacket that he wore in the re4 remake that was like $1000)

doesn’t fold his laundry he just jams it into his drawers

DYES HIS HAIR!!!! he dyes his hair he was born in 77 he is 46 he has to be graying at this point

gay king 👑 (i don’t CARE that he asks women out in the movies to me he is just so hungry and wants dinner so bad)

he wears his dog tags under his shirts so they don’t get damaged

he sucks so bad at driving because he missed like 8 days of drivers ed and had to retake the test like 4 times before he passed

also he didn’t have anyone to practice with so he just kinda winged it

doesn’t know how to reply to compliments so he just goes “ok 🙂”

texts with his pointer finger and not his thumbs

he’s bad at keeping secrets but not in the way that he’s an instigator, he just forgets that the person he’s talking to isn’t also in on the secret and will randomly blurt it out like common knowledge

bad at cooking, nobody ever taught him and he is really stubborn and doesn’t wanna learn

he’s an atheist but has weird religious trauma so he’s like scared that god exists but doesn’t believe in one

we all know he’s corny and says stupid shit and i think when he comes across a cookie he goes “don’t mind if i do 😏” then has a little nibble, puts it down and forgets about it

he likes german shepards

doesn’t understand modern art

likes taking personality quizzes that ask him really obscure things

ok that’s it tell me if u agree or u want a part 2 or something ok bye

[historicallyaccuratecheese]

Well, I guess I’m continuing to make these now! Here’s the next part of my thoughts on every Magnus Archives episode! Now, last time I said that I was planning to write about episodes 21-40 in the next post, but as it turns out, the hyperfixation has set in and my thoughts are a LOT longer (so buckle up if you want to read this), and I also reached the tag limit. So, I’m only going to be covering episodes 21-30 here, and then I’ll write about episodes 31-40, and this 10 episode trend will probably continue for the rest of the posts, but that just means I’ll be able to put them out faster.

Also, unlike my first post, where I wrote all of my thoughts after finishing episode 20, all of these ones were written right after I finished the specific episode I talked about, so my thoughts are a lot more clearly documented. Finally, there’s a link to my masterpost, which will contain all the post’s detailing my thoughts on every episode before and after these ones.

Once again, no spoilers for future episodes please, and for anyone who hasn’t watched up to episode 30, spoilers are under the cut, so I recommend turning away until you’ve caught up. :)

- Episode 21, Freefall 🪂

Statement of Moira Kelly, regarding the disappearance of her son Robert.

WHAT THE FUCK??!! MARTIN??!! DAMN, I guess the horrors did get to him! Well, it’s nice to finally meet him, even if his first line was dropping shit on the ground. Either way, I get the vibe I’m in for a wild ride for this second half. ….What was I talking about? Oh yeah, the actual statement. Anyways this one upset me. Not only did it bring out my fear of heights pretty well, but the portrayal of a grieving mother who can’t comprehend what happened to her son was really heartbreaking. The line “The sky ate him” was kind of comedic at first, especially with Jon’s following reaction (love this guy btw, he’s such a loser), but then it became really horrific when I realized how it was just Moira desperately trying to make sense of the impossible horrors she just witnessed. The plot thread set up with Simon and Harriet Fairchild is also very interesting, and the whole sky thing kind of reminded me of Dominic’s visions in Ep. 4. Overall another one of many fantastic episodes, but HOLY SHIT I’M SCARED.

- Episode 22, Colony 🔦

Statement of Martin Blackwood, archival assistant at the Magnus Institute, London, regarding a close encounter with something he believes to have once been Jane Prentiss. Statement taken direct from subject.

….aaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!! Ok let’s start from the top. Firstly, I’m really happy we finally got to meet Martin in this episode, and he’s great! Honestly he comes off as more dorky than stupid, and just comes off as a real sweetheart, so Jon’s distaste for him (outside of very different personalities), gets more mysterious. Though all things considered, after what he experienced, I don’t think that the bullying is his biggest worry anymore… Alexander J. Newall does a fantastic delivery, as much as I love Jon’s readings, you can really feel how terrified Martin is here (also “Blackwood” is a sick as fuck last name, and I related to him trailing off about spiders…) Outside of Martin himself, we have Jane Prentiss (or what remains of her) and…well, let’s just say that I don’t find the sex worms nearly as funny anymore. Jane and the worms inside her are absolutely terrifying, and while I would say I’m excited to learn more about her, I wouldn’t be complaining if the institute staff never had to deal with her again. Also the text episode made me, if you’ll excuse my language…squirm. Honestly, this might just be my favorite episode so far. The way that the plot threads from previous episodes connected here was extremely satisfying, and needless to say, I’m very excited and horrified to see where the show goes from here.

- Episode 23, Schwartzwald 🇩🇪

Statement of Albrecht von Closen, regarding a discovered tomb near his estate in the Black Forest.

Worst episode ever because Jon didn’t do a German accent, smh. Ok but in all seriousness, I really liked this one! It wasn’t the strongest in terms of complex themes in my opinion, but it had a great vibe, and was still very interesting, entertaining, and decently creepy. Having a “statement” written before the archives was founded is a really cool idea that’s executed perfectly here, and while we didn’t learn that much about Jonah Magnus, I still found it cool to get a first glimpse of the archives’ history. (Also, given the eye imagery that appears both in here and in other episodes, I can’t help but feel like Albrecht’s wording of Jonah having “good eyes” or something like that is a little weird…) And…now that we have the instance of something that isn’t a statement, but is important being in the archives, I absolutely agree with the idea that Gertrude Robinson organized these poorly on purpose, so that Jon would get the knowledge he needed to have. Regardless, this whole episode had the vibes of a classic ghost story, which while not as weird and off-putting as some of the other horror here, was still a nice change of pace overall. The descriptions of The Schwartzwald were really well done and added to the atmosphere, and I just like the fact that we have another historical episode, that’s also set outside of The UK. Also, the way that they played with the time period at the end was amazing, I already had my suspicions due to the eye imagery, but the reveal of Mary Keay (and therefore Gerard Wa- I mean Keay) being a descendant of Albrecht was still really cool. I also do wonder if the Arabic book was eventually found by Jurgen Leitner in the future…eh, food for thought. Lastly, I loved Martin jumping in out of nowhere, it was both funny, and a grim reminder about how fucked the archives supposedly are, yippee!

Wow, these are a lot longer than my previous thoughts. This, my sweet children, is a phenomenon called “brain rot”.

- Episode 24, Strange Music 🪆

Statement of Leanne Denikin, regarding an antique calliope organ she possessed briefly in August 2004.

Jon, honey, are we not going to elaborate on the fact that one of ✨the horrors✨is literally inside the institute? Like, HELLO? That’s not terrifying at all! Anwyays, this episode continues the trend of making me scared of things I’m not initially scared of, yippee! It had great vibes as well, the weird shit in the attic was made to be as creepy as possible. Initially, I didn’t find this one to be too scary, and figured it was going to go in the direction of “music makes people feel kind of weird”. AND THEN JOSHUA GETS KILLED AND TURNED INTO A DOLL HELLO??!!! Like, I know he was kind of a toxic boyfriend, but DAMN, whatever was behind the calliope and the dolls did NOT have to go that far. (Also until the end I thought he might be Joshua Gillepsie, and like, I don’t care how toxic he is, but you do not dump a guy who bested an evil coffin with his freezer.) Outside of that, It was really cool to meet Sasha! I like her voice, and the introduction was quite funny. (Also, even as someone who has lived in England for over two years, and has a family that is 90% British, nothing hurt more that Jon’s “Americans”.) Lastly, I have a theory, which I like to call “Ringmaster? More like cult leader.” Because I’M SORRY, but you cannot convince me that a CIRCUS, called THE CIRCUS OF THE OTHER, which possessed a HAUNTED CALLIOPE ORGAN, is anything but a cult. (Watch me when I’m inevitably wrong lmao.)

I guess now is a better time than any to say that I’m kind of wondering if there’s an in-universe reason for the music in the background? I mean, considering that the whole framing device is Jon recording these statements, I have to wonder if there’s a reason for the noise we hear, especially with the worms in Ep. 22 and the music in Ep. 24.

- Episode 25, Growing Dark ⛪️

Statement of Mark Bilham, regarding events culminating in his visit to Hither Green Chapel.

HAHAHAHAHAHA!!! I LOVE BEING RIGHT!!! I saw the episode title and immediately assumed this would continue the lore of Episode 9, and I WAS SO RIGHT!!! (Also, I now just noticed that the PCOTDH’s symbol is a closed eye, while The Keay Family’s symbol is an open eye…my cult theory thickens…) Anyways, this was another very enjoyable episode! Firstly, even though it’s far from the first piece of media to do so, I though the way they portrayed a cult brainwashing someone when they’re most vulnerable was very well handled and pretty depressing. I also really enjoyed how the episode isn’t the most weird and paranormal on it’s own, but the knowledge of the connections to Ep. 9 makes us know that it DEFINITELY is, even when the characters in the story don’t. The episode was certainly very spooky, the description of the spinach and the dark church definitely got me. (Also my mom came into my room briefly and when she left she accidentally turned off the light and I nearly screamed.) There were also some really interesting plot threads set up here, like the chanting of the northern most human settlement in the world, the mention of “three hundred years waiting”, and I also wonder if “Mr. Pitch” is an alias for “Detective Rayner.” then…the ending. Holy shit. You know, maybe I DON’T need to know what happened to Gertrude….

Episode 26, A Distortion ☕️

Statement of Sasha James, assistant archivist at the Magnus Institute, London, regarding a series of paranormal sightings. Statement taken direct from subject.

I…what…I don’t even…we are so fucked. Ok, there’s a LOT going on here, but I’ll try my best to formulate my thoughts as clearly as possible. Firstly, this episode easily scared me the most so far, I agree with Jon when he says that the horrors being somewhat friendly is scarier than them being antagonistic, like HOLY SHIT this one was unnerving. But with that out of the way…uh…let’s talk about Sasha! She’s really cool, I like how her character gives us a lot more insight into what working in the archives is like for a fairly regular person (i say this because Jon is weird as fuck and Martin is too nice to be normal, and I mean that as kindly as possible). But…while I don’t necessarily doubt her status as the most level-headed person in the archives, I don’t think that’s saying much. Like, she saw a creepy guy with weird-ass hands who spoke in riddles and knew too much about her and her coworkers, and followed him into a dilapidated building, also she works at the council of ghost stories despite not liking horror. Like, no offense, I’m sure she’s overall an intelligent person, as are most people in the archives, but none of them are beating Joshua Gillepsie anytime soon (yes I’m still thinking about him.) But mentioning the guy with fucked up hands, WHO OR WHAT EVEN WAS THAT??!! I have very little ideas as to how this “Micheal” even connects to the greater picture. I know some people connected him to the mentions of the man with bones in his hands in Episode 8, but that honestly reminds me more of the Leitner in Episode 17. Outside of that, his name is quite interesting, I initially thought that he might be Micheal Crew, but given that Sasha doubts it being his real name, I have my suspicions (although it would give us a connection between this, the words in Episode 8, and The Boneturner’s Tale….hm….) However, I could absolutely see him being Micheal Keay, as he gives off enough ghost vibes to pass as him (and I’m assuming that if Gerard’s dead, Micheal is as well.) Also he is not described as having a Lichtenburg figure on him so…yeah. Lastly, we have the return of THE SEX WORMS. And as happy(?) as I am to see that The Magnus Archives, a podcast developed by RustyQuill.com, that is also licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 4.0 International License, is continuing it’s message of staying abstinent, all things considered, that was absolutely terrifying. I just LOVE the knowledge that the worms are a hive-mind and that Jane might not be the source, I LOVE THAT SO MUCH. In conclusion, I am probably going to sleep with a fire extinguisher tonight, and I am very scared for what the next 14 episodes have in store for me.

Also I guess I’ll mention Tim (the archival assistant, not the dead guy) here because why not. So far I’m getting major bastard energy from people’s descriptions of him, which means I will either love or hate him. Also I found it very funny but also kind of sad that Jon said he only trusts Tim to not prank him in Episode 11, and then he pulled a prank shortly before this statement took place.

- Episode 27, A Sturdy Lock 🔑

Statement of Paul McKenzie, regarding repeated nocturnal intrusions into his home.

Ok, after everything that happened in the last episode, it was nice to get a short and sweet one here. Well, as sweet as an episode of a horror podcast can be. Overall, this one isn’t my favorite, I thought it was a little bit under the standards of creativity for the show as a whole, but that’s obviously not saying much, as it was still pretty damn good in its own right. I think it was definitely very effective with its storytelling, and credit where credit is due, it certainly brought out my fear of weird noises in the middle of the night. And even if I can’t personally resonate with this aspect of it, I do really appreciate how it tackled the idea of mental illness at old age, and while I’d be surprised if the statement wasn’t real, considering where the show seems to be going, it did a very good job at planting seeds of doubt in my mind. But still, it was genuinely pretty crushing how Paul had no proof throughout the entire thing, along with how the cops treated him. It really did make me thing about what would have happened if he hadn’t washed the blood off his hands. It still had a creepy atmosphere, and the reveals at the end were pretty interesting, I hope they show us Marcus’ statement soon enough. Also, the aspect of loneliness in this one did remind me a lot of what happened in Episode 13, so I wonder if there’s some connection there. (Also, I love how I’m 27 episodes in and Jon is STILL roasting Gertrude’s organizational skills.) So while this one isn’t the most interesting for me, I still enjoyed it, and it was nice to have a slightly lighter one after Episode 26. I hope Sasha had a good few days off, she deserves it.

- Episode 28, Skintight 📷

Statement of Melanie King, regarding events at the abandoned Cambridge Military Hospital during filming in January 2015. Statement taken direct from subject.

WHOA THAT WAS SO GOOD!!! Ok, I feel like I should start off with my thoughts on the basic premise, as while those episode is certainly…not the most humorous in its execution, the premise itself kind of is. I don’t know why, but I just thought the idea of there being an in-universe competitor was a really fun concept that was executed perfectly here. It kind of reminds me of something like Hatchetfield and Clivesdale (I don’t know how many people reading this will understand that, but there seems to be overlap between TMA fans and Hatchetfield fans, and also like, shut up, let me indulge in my hyperfixations.) The bickering between Melanie and Jon was great, as was Melanie herself, I’d love to see her again as I think she oddly brought a lot to the world of the series. Although I will say that, while it doesn’t make me like him any less, Jon’s reluctance to buy into statements is a lot more frustrating when there’s another person in the room. I also absolutely love the fact that there’s an in-universe spooky podcast mentioned by name, like, come one, that’s genuinely hilarious. But comedic value aside, this one was definitely pretty creepy. In a similar vain to what Episode 23 was doing, the whole “young people enter creepy abandoned building to film stuff and then get genuinely scared” concept felt evocative of other classic horror stories, and the way they spun it into the context of the show was great. The atmosphere was definitely very creepy as well, as I have mentioned, hospitals creep me the fuck out. And lastly…oh my god, THE CONNECTIONS. So, I’ll start off by saying that all of the skin shit reminded me of what happened in Episode 18 (which I hope is true because I think some connections to other things would make me like that episode more). But that pales in comparison to the fact that we have stuff on THE ANGLERFISH, HOLY FUCK THE ANGLERFISH. I’m SO glad that they didn’t throw it away just because it was in the pilot episode. In retrospect, I think that the story of Episode 1 isn’t quite my favorite. It doesn’t really have to be, as I think the main draw of the episode is getting a first look at the framing device and general vibe of the entire podcast, but the stories didn’t really grab me until Episode 2, which is still one of my favorites. But MAN, this episode really made me appreciate the setup at the beginning so much more, and the knowledge that the people who walked into the alley didn’t necessarily die, meaning that all of those names could potentially come back, is SO exciting to me. In fact, when you consider that Sarah was kind of going through what looked like a possession, I wonder if The Anglerfish is a figure of worship in a cult, if that theory is to be true. (Also I have relatives that live in the same area as Sarah so…maybe I should tell them to watch out for their neighbor lmao.) So yeah, this…this show is just really freaking good.

Note: I have discovered the Leitner rant, and therefore I have achieved true enlightenment.

- Episode 29, Cheating Death ♟️

Statement of Nathaniel Thorp, regarding his own mortality.

I should start off by saying that I love the episode title for this, like, it’s not even metaphorical, the guy literally cheated in a game against death. Well, anyways, the main thing that caught me about the episode was how it absolutely blindsided me. While I was right about the soldier being the same as the statement giver, which I think was supposed to be obvious, everything else in those last six or so minutes left me with a wide-open jaw. (Also, can I just say that I love how poetic this guy just…decided to be? Like, I just love it when the statements really show of personalities with the way they’re written, and it comes with a cool framing device.) Regardless, I initially assumed that it was going in a very traditional line. Nathaniel cheats death, becomes immortal, and regrets it in modern day because he’s lived longer that he really should have. That, combined with the fact that “Death” didn’t seem like the one of the more creative horror monsters in the show so far, had me so prepared to just write this one off as one of my least favorites (once again, not like that’s saying much.) And then the twist comes and HOLY SHIT I WAS WRONG. The idea of there basically being multiple grim reapers at the hands of some unknowable power, who have to gain successors to finally die themselves is absolutely terrifying and extremely clever. I tip my hat to you Rusty Quill, you did a great job at fooling me. Kind of funny considering how this is a story about being punished for your hubris (which seems to be a recurring theme???) I have a few other small thoughts as well. Firstly, I can’t help but shake the feeling that Nathaniel Thorp was an actual revolutionary war soldier, but I can’t find anything online other than the character from this episode. Also, the fact that his fate remains unknown makes me think he’ll show up again, as it seems weird to NOT end the story with confirmation of his death, given the themes. Secondly, a lot of the…less than pleasant imagery here definitely reminded me of Piecemeal and The Boneturner’s Tale. I don’t remember the story inside that Leitner very well, but I might check just in case there’s any parallels between it and this statement. (Update: Not really.) And finally, I was just a little bit intrigued by the fact that we learn no one who was working at the institute in 1972 works there anymore. It’s probably nothing, but given the mysteries surrounding Gertrude’s death, I’m just a little suspicious, both in general, and of Elias because he’s still around. Overall this episode went hard, I’m still kind of stunned by what it pulled off.

Jane Prentiss statement…save me…save me Jane Prentiss statement…

- Episode 30, Killing Floor 🍖

Statement of David Laylow, regarding his time working at an industrial abattoir near Dalton.

You know what, Jon is right, there’s a lot of meat in this show. Not that I’m complaining, I mean, it does fuel my obsession with connecting the dots between statements. Regardless, while this isn’t among my favorite episodes so far, I still had a good time with it. The reason it’s not one of my favorites is purely personal, as I don’t do too well with animal violence. Like, as much as I do really appreciate how viscerally Jonny Sims can describe the statements, I will admit that the opening minutes describing the slaughter house made me more uneasy than the actual horror, and not in a particularly fun way, but it was overall fine. Speaking of the actual horror, that was actually pretty good. The endless hallways lined with doors that lead to precarious situations also kind of tapped into a personal fear of mine, but in a more fun and digestible way. And while the idea of “imagine humans being slaughtered like animals” is something I’ve seen many a time before, it was still much more well executed than many other interpretations of the idea (*cough cough*, peta) and there were also plenty of other interesting themes and ideas, like how the episode touched on the inherent horror of working in a job as gruesome as the killing floor, being enslaved to said job, and the idea that maybe we’re all just walking sacks of meat in the end, and nothing more. As for some other thoughts, I was definitely creeped out by Tom Han, I’m not sure whether or not he’s someone who spreads ✨the horrors✨or someone affected by ✨the horrors✨, and his sudden disappearance was certainly…odd. On top of that, it’s admittedly haunting to know that there’s still creepy stuff going on at the slaughter house, and that this isn’t something that happened to David, and only David. Overall, a pretty good episode, I don’t have much to say about it, but it was a fun time overall.

Tim…save me…save me Tim…

Well, if you’ve made it this far, thank you so much for reading! Genuinely means the world to me when there are people willing to listen to me ramble about my horrible (affectionate) interests lmao. I should have my thoughts on the final episodes of Season 1 out in due time, and while I’m sure it’s obvious, I’m absolutely hooked on this podcast. It absolutely has the potential to become one of my favorite things ever if the overarching plot becomes more involved and this is coming from someone who up until now, wasn’t all that gripped by podcasts. While I’m a little sad that I’m as late to the party as I am, then I remembered “oh yeah, I was in elementary school when this horrifying series came out”, and I’m also hopeful that I’ll be able to be around for The Magnus Protocol while it’s airing (I know it premieres in like a week but still.) Anyways, thanks for reading and hopefully you’ll be around for my thoughts on the next batch :)

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Dubious Benefits

Pairings: Claudio Castagnoli x Fem!Reader

Warnings: +18, smut, slight degradation, dirty talk.

Editor: @thenightmareismyreality

Tags: @theworldofotps , @writtingrose , @aerynscrichton , @daddyhausen , @melissahausen , @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin , @sophiewolfheart-blog , @sultryfandoms , @new-zealand-chic , @crowleysqueenofhell , @thealliasylum , @legit9thlunaticwarrior , @baysexuality , @josiewrites , @seeingstarks , @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch , @whenimakeitshine1234 , @moxkindagirl , @sunshinevirus , @im-just-a-mississippi-girl

“I need to find someone to fuck, no strings attached, so I can get rid of this stress before I have a heart attack!” That was the statement that started this mess over a year ago.

They started this as good friends, but then that friendship started coming with, shall we say, benefits. Perks if you will, that would eventually complicate things, but for the time being, were pretty handy and mutually beneficial.

She needed a distraction, just a few hours where her mind could shut off, and she would only have to listen to her body’s needs and be fully in the moment

Claudio on the other hand needed intimacy. Over the years, he had grown tired of fucking random women without any kind of attachment. Sure it was nice back in the day, but now he needed more.

“I need something more than that. I need the security, the intimacy of just laying around in a comfortable silence, enjoying someone else’s company without it being awkward or uncomfortable. I want to be able to have a nice conversation before and after the fucking, maybe have casual talks while we cook dinner or watch tv. I want someone who knows me and will fulfill me emotionally too, not just physically. Is that weird?” He asked before looking at her while she sat across from him on the couch.

“No, it’s not” She hid her teasing smirk behind a handful of cheese puffs “You’re just getting old, my dude”

She couldn’t hold back her laugh though when the pillow that was resting on top of Claudio’s thighs hit her perfectly on the head, messing up her hair before it fell on top of the rug.

Claudio was always dressed in his best attire whenever he came to visit her.

She even teased him once, saying that he should show up dressed in sweatpants for a change so that she didn’t feel like this was becoming some kind of a serious relationship.

“I only dress equivalent to the beauty of the woman I am visiting, biberli” He winked

“Why do you call me that, by the way? Is that some sort of secret curse word used by Swiss people that I’m not aware of?” She teased, with a chuckle

“No” Claudio grinned, “Biberli is a sweet, it’s two slices of sweet gingerbread held together with a sticky honey-almond filling. It’s like you, sweet and soft on the inside but also has that spicy outside that has my mouth watering” He playfully growled, before running after her up the stairs to her bedroom.

The cherry lip tint that she applied had begun to dry up when the doorbell rang. She ran barefoot to the front door, her hand closed around the doorknob and she opened it to find a large bouquet of red and white roses.

“Great, now you bring flowers too?! Can you be less perfect, please? For my heart's sake” She teased with a smirk

“Wow, you look gorgeous!” Claudio smiled widely, making her cheeks feel hot from embarrassment. He handed her the flowers and she thanked him before stepping aside so he could come in.

“I’ll put this in a vase” She stated, while walking towards the kitchen “Make yourself at home, ok? I just need to grab a few things and then we can go”

After setting the flowers on top of the counter she turned around to find Claudio standing behind her

“Jesus, you scared me” She chuckled.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to. But you forgot to give me something”

“Oh, shit. You want something to drink? Sorry, I didn’t hear you asking for anyth-“

Claudio took one step forward, trapping her body in between himself and the counter. His hands were inside his navy blue dress pants pockets and as his head leaned down, she felt herself drowning in his scent.

“Schmatz” Was the only thing he whispered against her lips.

She gave him a soft peck on the lips and Claudio leaned back, giving her the false impression that he would let her step aside. Once she did, he hooked his finger around the belt loop of her flared pants, quickly pulling her back to her previous position.

Claudio’s hands cupped her cheeks and held her head in place as he captured her lips in a needy kiss.

“If I remember correctly a ‘schmatz’ is a peck on the lips” She giggled breathlessly as he pulled her closer to his body. Claudio’s hands traveled down her curves, marking their favorite path down her body.

“It is. But I couldn’t help myself” His hands cupped her breasts through the light pink satin tank top seconds before his fingers pulled the spaghetti straps down her shoulders.

Claudio’s lips gave open mouth kisses to her neck, traveling down her body and taking the same path his fingers had traced mere seconds ago.

“Shit” She moaned when his tongue traced small circles on the sensitive points of her neck and collarbone “You know that if you keep this up we're going to be late, right? And you hate being late”

Claudio’s tongue traced a lined from her neck to her chin until he reached her bottom lip “I do” He whispered “That’s why I came to pick you up 3 hours early”

She felt him smirking against her lips before she cackled “Oh, so you purposely came early so you could take advantage of me? Where did all that chivalry of yours go, Mr. Castagnoli?”

“I am a gentleman, biberli” Claudio placed her on top of the kitchen island and slowly began to pull her pants down her legs “I treat women as they wish to be treated. It’s not my fault that you love being treated like a cheap slut who gets fucked on top of a kitchen island, in broad daylight, with the curtains wide open for all the neighbors to see” His small shrug only caused her to chuckle.

“Asshole” She teased, being taken by surprise when Claudio ripped her emerald colored lace thong and placed it in his dress pants pocket.

“Not right now, biberli. I missed your pussy way too much to fuck you in the ass. But if you behave like a good girl for me, then maybe I’ll think about fucking your ass the way you like it later tonight”

Claudio tapped his tip against her clit, making her whine his name and pull him closer.

The only word her brain could form was “Please”

“Please, what? You have to be more clear than that” He chuckled and mocked, mimicking her voice “Please, sir, put your cock in my pussy, I need it in me” Claudio laughed when she narrowed her eyes at his mockery. He continued to rub his tip against her clit and continued:

“Or perhaps it’s: ‘Please, sir, fuck my ass’. Which one is it, Bibi?”

“What about: please sir, shut the fuck up because your mouth is ruining my mood?” She retorted as she plastered on a fake smile.

Claudio chuckled, pressing his tip against her entrance and thrusting his hips forward ,he felt her walls beginning to close around him as he spoke “If I wasn’t so horny right now, I would show you exactly how well my mouth can ruin you, biberli”

“Is this your way of telling me you missed fucking me and your hand wasn’t enough to give you relief? Aww, look at that, the old man really is a softy” She teased, lips spreading into a wide smile once she felt his stubble scraping the delicate skin of her neck.

“Old man?” Claudio laughed breathlessly “Tell me, who got you this wet by just speaking a few words to you, bibi?”

“You did, old man” She teased again “Unfortunately you’re that good”

“Unfortunately? Is this a burden to you? Are you performing an act of charity for an old man in need? Should I leave?” Claudio smirked, as he rolled his hips before thrusting deeply in her. His pace changed from insanely fast to slow and deep whenever he felt himself or her getting close to the edge.

“Fuck” She moaned against Claudio’s lips “You’re not allowed to leave until you give me a handful of orgasms and food, old man”

Claudio captured her lips as his pace gradually sped up. Their tongues danced slowly around each other, lips getting sucked, pulled and nibbled on.

“So you just want me for my dick and wallet? Rude”

They laughed in sync as Claudio’s nails sank into the skin of her hips. She could feel the burning sensation of his scratching on her skin, and she reveled in the feeling of his primal urges.

“I don’t care about your wallet, but I do love your dick” She teased breathlessly, her arms closed around Claudio’s neck to pull him closer. “Although you have some other qualities that are pretty amazing too”

“Really? And what are those?” Claudio pulled back to look in her face, his hips thrusting back and forth slowly as he pushed her sweaty hair away from her face.

“Your ego is already humongous and very hard to deal with, we don’t need to make it even bigger” She cackled

“But you just said that you love my cock” He pouted playfully, causing her to take a quick bite into the pumped flesh

“I hate you” She laughed before asking “Faster, please. I want faster, fuck me hard”

Claudio’s head buried itself in the crook of her neck, with his hands gripping tightly to handfuls of flesh on her hips as he held her in place.

She never knew a man could be this fast until they began to have sex. Claudio was a fucking machine in the flesh, the positions and pacing were worthy of a sex god. She didn’t know how he could do all of this but fuck was he amazing! Not only as a lover but as a friend, as a person, as a man…she was certain she would never be able to find a man as perfect as Claudio in her life.

“I missed you so fucking much” He whispered against her cheek. One of his hands traveled down to her mound, circling her clit and adding the needed pressure to help her cum faster.

“I missed you too” She whispered back, hands cupping his cheeks, eyes searching him with need. “I can’t hold it anymore, Claudie. Please”

Claudio’s hips settled for a new pace again, only this time, torturously slow. He dragged himself in and out of her without a hurry, his dark eyes focusing on her face and savoring her every feature, as he felt himself getting intoxicated in her beauty and being. She was the sun to his gloomy days, her sarcastic humor was a remedy for his seriousness, her loud and over the top laugh was a siren that brought him back to reality when everything else managed to overwhelm him, her touch was comforting like a warm blanket in the freezing winter, her smile hid the perfect amount of teasing and sweetness that constantly reminded him to not take things so seriously, her child-like spirit taught him how let things go every once in a while, her kind heart lull him to peace when his perfectionist traits began to haunt him, her body was like a glass of water in the screeching sun, and her being summed up everything he wished to find in a partner.

Claudio’s hips froze in place,as he stood there, buried inside of her, hands touching her skin, eyes wandering around her face, and for an instant he caught himself asking *Is this what it feels like? Is this how…*

*True love feel like?* She finished the same question in her mind, before they leaned forward to each other’s lips to find the answer.

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Can you write something for Vance with a s/o who starts feeling really insecure in their relationship, like they feel like they aren’t good enough for him and he finds out and it ends with a lot of fluff?

Love your writing by the way💗💗

Not Enough For You (Vance Hopper)

Pairing: Vance Hopper x GN!Reader (romantic)

Word count: 707

Description: Y/N confesses to Vance they don't feel like they're good enough for him

Tags: crying, kisses, fluff, self doubt

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You smile as Vance holds tightly onto your hand as you walk the path home. His fingers wrap around yours, encapsulating them in his warmth. He looks down at you, his eyes searching your face, you’ve been off lately and Vance can’t exactly figure out why. As the two of you arrive at your doorstep, he doesn’t release his grip on your hand, stopping you from going inside. You look back at him, confused. 

“Mind if I come in?” Vance asks. His voice carries its usual rough tone, but you can sense his embarrassment at asking.

“Yeah, sure,” you answer nonchalantly, holding open the door for Vance. He nods at you, sneaking around you to stand in the entranceway. You take off your shoes by the door and Vance copies your motion. You nod your head towards your room, indicating for him to follow you. You were kind of surprised Vance wanted to stay longer, part of you expected him to drop you off and then leave. Another part was surprised he walked you home at all. 

As you walked into your room, you went over to lie on your bed and looked up at Vance, waiting for him to find somewhere. He sat on the bed next to you to your pleasant surprise, resting his head on your shoulder. 

“Everything ok?” You ask, leaning into Vance. “Or did you just wanna hang out?” Vance took a deep breath, exhaling thoughtfully. 

“You caught me, I did wanna talk about something,” Vance sighed, lifting his head to look at you. A sense of dread filled you, it was happening. You anxiously huddled into yourself, pulling away from Vance.

Vance looked at you sadly as you moved. 

“Is something going on with you?” Vance asked, trying his best to sound soft. “You’ve been acting kinda distant lately. I really care about you, I wanna help.” You inhaled, holding your breath as you looked at Vance. You wanted to talk to him, but at the same time, you felt embarrassed. “I love you. If you’re not happy with me anymore, I want you to tell me.” Vance’s face contorted with sadness as he spoke. 

“No, no. It’s not that,” you rushed to say, leaning forward to cup his face in your hands, a gesture he gladly accepted. 

You hummed quietly, trying to think of the best way to word your thoughts. For quite a while now, you had been feeling out of place in your relationship. Vance was always such a strong person, someone you loved and admired, and you often felt like you paled in comparison to him. You so often felt like you failed to live up to what he needed, what he deserved. 

“V, I love you so much, but…but what if I’m not enough?” Your voice grew quiet as your words escaped your lips. You could feel the sting of tears in your eyes and you tried to blink them away, but that only caused them to fall. 

Vance’s face fell as he heard you. Never in the entirety of your relationship had Vance, for one second, felt you weren’t enough. Everyday, he was honored that you still wanted to be with him and he was so scared when he felt you pulling away. Vance often felt like he wasn’t enough for you and now he was hearing you felt you had failed him. Vance reached up and gently wiped one of the tears from your cheek. You sniffled and tried your best to stop your tears but the dam had been broken and they didn’t stop. 

Suddenly, Vance put his arms around your shoulders and brought you to his chest, pulling you into an embrace. He leaned down and pressed a small kiss to the top of your head.

“You’re always enough,” he choked out, feeling his own emotion begin to get the better of him. “More than enough, every goddamn day.” You eagerly reached out to wrap your arms around Vance, reciprocating the embrace, you had needed so badly to hear him say that.

“Please don’t go,” you whispered, desperately needing to be in this moment as long as you could. Vance chuckled softly, pulling you closer to him.

“Not in a million years.”

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A/N: Hope you guys enjoyed! School has finally started but I'm gonna try to use my night own nature to keep writing. I'm also updating my ao3, but i will still pay attention to this blog, no worries

Also since reopening my asks, I have been reminded how thirsty yall are for Eli, I love it, it's hilarious, glad we're all horny for that basic white douchebag

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Vanished!Series Part Five: Leah - Mike Duarte x Reader (feat: Joe Velasco)

Tagging: @mysoulisasunflower @resonmalvo @littleone65 @thesandbeneathmytoes @mydarkestsecretlol @evee87 @wooshwastaken @hearthockey @justreblogginfics @im-just-a-mississippi-girl @rosaliedepp @thatesqcrush @storiesofsvu @whateversomethingbruh @burningpeachpuppy @legit9thlunaticwarrior @kiwiithecrazybird @spooky-pomegranate @telepathay @weiwei0210 @spaghettificationandpretzels @plaidbooks @witches-unruly-heart @magic-multicolored-miracle @rosaliedepp @cycat4077 @deekaag @cixrosie @upsteadlogic @imaginecrushes @anime-weeb-4-life @hey-dw @alwaysachorusgirl @nu1freakshow

Vanished!Series:

Call Waiting - Joe worries when you don’t check in.

Two Weeks - Mike learns more about the UC assignment you’ve been working.

Chemistry - Mike and Joe work out your location.

Live Ammo - Mike and you discuss the elephant in the room.

Mike tries not to cry when he sees his baby for the first time. Your hand is clasped in his, gripping it so tightly that your nails leave indentations in his flesh. He doesn’t care about the pain; he just needs to know that both you and the baby are safe.

When he sees the tiny white jellybean on the screen, his breath catches in his throat because that’s his baby, the one that you made together in an act of love. He can’t believe it; the emotion settles in his chest as he looks towards the doctor.

“Are they…” he can’t bring himself to ask the question.

“Strong heartbeat, good foetal movement, they’re development is on track for their due date. Baby Duarte seems happy and healthy, just like mom.”

Mike can’t describe the relief he feels in that moment. He releases the breath that he’s been holding, and it comes out choked like a sob. When he tilts his head to look at you, he can see the tears on your cheeks, and he knows you feel exactly the same way.

“We’re having a baby.” He whispers, his lips brushing over your knuckles. “I can’t believe we’re having a baby.”

***

Mike keeps the sonogram in his wallet, he wants to put it on the fridge, but he curbs the impulse because Velasco’s on route with Leah and that’s not the way he wants the other man to find out about your pregnancy. It’s already going to be a difficult enough conversation without Mike flaunting it in his face.

You’re curled up on the couch under your favourite grey blanket when Mike let’s Velasco into the apartment.

Take some time to rest, the doctor had told you, you’ve been under a lot of stress.

It’s been cleared by the department; Devero had had no choice after everything that had unfolded. You entire being lights up when you lay eyes on Leah. Velasco’s bundled her up in a lavender jacket and a white bobble hat. He’s careful as he removes them, smiling and murmuring to her before he sets them down on the back of the chair. He hands her over to you and something in your heart just soothes, you don’t have the words to describe how much you missed your daughter, what it feels like to have her back in your arms.

Velasco slides the overnight bag off his shoulder before giving it to Mike.

“Her bunny’s in there with her blankey and everything else.” He tells the other man, as he unzips one of the pockets to show Mike. “She should be ready for her nap soon.”

Already Leah’s starting to nod off, you can feel her small body relax against your shoulder as your lips brush over the top of her head. Her eyelids flutter closed, and you know that this is where you’re going to be spending the rest of your evening.

“Joe,” You say quietly as you cuddle your daughter. “Can you stay a sec? We need to talk to you about something.”

“Sure.” He says taking the seat across from you, his hands clasped together as he studies you. “You doing ok? If you need me to take her for a little longer...”

“Joe…” You say softly stopping him in his tracks. “I found out I was pregnant when I went undercover.”

His brows furrow into a frown before his gaze slips to Mike for an explanation.

“My vasectomy failed.”

You see the moment it dawns on him, the ramifications of it. His eyes stray to Leah who’s nestled in your arms, her tiny fist clutching onto your shirt. He swallows hard against the well of emotion in his chest. It hurts, it hurts so fucking badly that for a second, he can’t breathe.

“Are you saying she isn’t mine?” He asks you, his voice breaks and so does your heart.

“We don’t know.” You say quietly as your palm smooths over Leah’s head. “We’d have to get her tested and I didn’t want to do that until after I’d spoken to you. Right now, we don’t know who her father is, we can keep going the way we have been, you’ve been Leah’s dad in every sense of the word…”

“And you’d be good with that?” Joe asks Mike, his voice raising an octave. “Knowing that there’s a possibility that I could be parenting your child?”

Mike purses his lips together grimly, his gaze lowering as he rubs his hands together. The truth is he’s not ok with that, he doesn’t want another man on his territory, raising his family. The two of you haven’t had a chance to talk about the implications of what happens if Leah is his.

“I didn’t think so.” Joe says bitterly before he sags back in his seat. “How quickly can we get the results?”

“The doctor said the same day.” Mike says, clearing his throat. “We just need to swab you both.”

Joe nods his head in understanding. His dark eyes come to linger on Leah, the child that may or may not be his daughter.

“Can I stay with her tonight?” He asks you. “Just in case…”

There’s a need in his voice, a quiet desperation. You can’t deny his request, not when it might be the last night, he gets with the child he’s helped you raise.

“Yea Joe.” You say quietly. “You can stay.”

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Sergeant Gaz, The calm, quiet, and cruel <3

Tags: Sensory Deprivation (he puts noise canceling headphones on you during da deed), light bondage, Slight violence at the beginning, Reader gets slapped at the beginning (but it was consented to!!), Also you get called out by ghost for the whole price thing, Orgasm control, he calls u dear :3

I HOPE U ALL LOVE IT!! (also sorry for the misleading beginning, it was gonna be a ghost and soap chapter but i changed my mind… ILL DO THAT NEXT I PROMISE!!)

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Ghost putting you in that headlock left you grumpy for the rest of the day, mumbling when you were around him.

And as he pinches that sensitive raw flesh, you hold back a squeal and quickly turn around, glaring at him, ready to fly off the handle and cuss him out.

But you find yourself at a full loss for words when you see his eyes squint from under his mask and he drawls out his words. “Careful sweetheart, down want me covering Captain's marks with my own do you?”

You pause, flustered, and want to die on the spot when you hear Soap laugh like it was an inside joke. You huff and turn around, stomping away in anger. And you make it all the way to the front of Prices office before thinking about the fact that he would probably use the words you had in your head as an excuse to leave you unable to sit for awhile again.

With that in mind, you turn around, walking to your own room and sitting on your bed with a huff.

The next month you were careful as could be. A record for you honestly, and you could feel it itching beneath your skin to voice some loud criticisms.

So you were practically boiling at the lid when you get stuck on Gaz’s lap during a vehicle mission. You’ve managed to hold yourself back thus far, so it should have come as no surprise to anyone that your breaking point was watching Gaz step on your shoelace to untie your boot.

Now granted, turning and full-blown knocking him in the head with your fist while yelling out a quick “watch what the fuck you’re doing” MIGHT have been overkill, it wasn't really on your top list of thoughts for that moment. And really, was it even your fault that you turned around too quickly to see the rage on Gaz’s face?

The mission went smoothly, an easy one that honestly didn’t even need as much manpower as they sent. But you couldn’t stop the sinking feeling in your gut from forming at the sly comments the rest of 141 was making at your expense.

Comments about your attitude getting you in trouble, and a pat on the back from Price as he says -way too happily- that he couldn’t save you from this one.

The ride back was silent between you and Gaz, even as you found yourself sitting in his lap again. And if only you had clairvoyance, then you would’ve been able to see just how awful that silence would be later.

You didn’t expect a hand to close around the back of your neck tightly the second you got out of the vehicle, jumping in surprise when you looked back to see the hand belonging to Gaz. He smiles at you sweetly, and you think nothing of following him to his room when he guides you there, letting him help you out of the uncomfortable clothing and push you into the bathroom to shower.

And the shower was honestly amazing. You would’ve barricaded yourself in there if you knew what was waiting for you. You walked out, Gaz looking over looking fresh like he had just washed as well. He walks to you, leading you to his bed silently. Now that you thought about it, the talkative man hadn’t spoken a peep to you since you had punched him.

He wasn’t still mad about that, was he?

He hugs you from behind, and he whispers in your ear softly. “I’m gonna be rough, alright dear? Tell me if you’re ok with me roughing you up bad,” he rasps out, and you nod lightly.

He’s a gentle man you figure, he wouldn’t really get THAT rough, would he?

You were an idiot.

He had you on the bed, staring down at you lightly before making quick work of tying your hands together.

And you almost want to speak, open your mouth too, when a harsh smack flies across your face. In oddly the same spot you had punching him in the face.

It didn’t hurt much, not at all really, more of a sting with a noise loud enough to leave you dazed. Your head stays to the side in a daze as he pulls out a pair of range ear protectors. The bulky headphone-looking ones that you always got made fun of for (you liked to decorate the ones that you were just wearing in the practice range.)

Popping them onto your ears and watching your confusion rise as he smiles and waves at you. And you’re left with the only noise you can hear is your own panting. It was humiliating in a way, but nowhere near how humiliating it was when you heard yourself let out a strangled moan when you felt Gaz start prodding at your entrance with slicked-up fingers. You stare up at him and you have no clue how to react when he leans down to kiss you. Leaving sweet kisses all over your face while playing with your sex nonchalantly.

Always a bit too much, always a bit too little. You jolt when he kisses you on the mouth, biting your lip and letting his tongue invade your mouth. You’re left almost wincing at the sounds of your tongues dancing around with each other, and when you pull away you suddenly remember how deafeningly silent it was with the ear protectors on.

Gaz works you like a fine instrument, bringing you so close to the edge before backing away. Rubbing your stomach you watch him laugh and all too sweet laugh at the look of fat tears rolling down your cheeks. His skin glistened with sweat like he was the one having his body played with.

You knew that however fucked out that Brit looked, you were 10x worse. And when he felt he had stretched you enough you felt him get to work pushing the blunt tip of his cock into you.

And god, Gaz wasn’t quite as long as Price was, but dammit was he thick. It left you gasping for air and clawing at the ties around your wrist in an attempt to reach up and get your hands in Garrick’s tight curls and claw your nails down his back. He hit all the right spots and left your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you mewled and moaned.

His thrusts were quick and rough, bullying your insides with each thrust in and leaving you sobbing at each pull-out. You’re gripping the pillow under you, your legs wrapped tight around Garrick's waist. You see him groaning and mumbling, but all that you can hear is your own panting and downright porno moans.

And you just know the others can hear you. If not your awful moans then the sound of the headboard slamming into the wall. And when you reach your peak you feel like it's heaven on earth. But heaven on earth quickly became too much as Gaz kept fucking you through it.

You try to tug yourself away, and you gasp in bliss when Gaz roughly grabs your hips with his calloused hands and slams you right back down.

He kept at it for a few more minutes, quickly catapulting you into another orgasm before he slams in harshly and you feel a sticky warmth fill your insides. Gaz rubs at you a bit longer, making sure you reach that mind-shattering sensation one more time.

He lets you both sit there panting and swearing together for a moment, before reaching up and yanking off the headphones. You feel a few tears leave your eyes at being able to hear his post-orgasm groans and panting finally.

“Apologize, dear.” He commands airily, and you’re quickly muttering out apology after apology, tugging your wrists until he unties them. He brings your wrists close and kisses both of them lovingly. You take advantage of the situation to lean forward and leave a kiss on his lips.

“Good little love, knowing how to apologize so sweetly.” He says softly as you both kiss into a calm state of mind, with him laying on top of you at this point as you soothe your hands from his neck down, petting him softly.

At this point, you might start misbehaving more often if this is what it’ll get you.

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KYLE GARRICK 😋😋 I LUV HIM SM

i hope u guys like this i saw someone ask me to make this a series so thats wut im going to do :3 leave comments and suggestions!! requests and asks still open!!

[z0r0z]

University AU: When your friend Ace joins you at the library while you study, he accidentally sees something he wasn’t supposed to and gets a new idea that’s way more interesting than studying ♡

This is my piece for @lawscorazon​‘s 1k collab! Their work was a big inspo for me starting this blog and I absolutely loved writing this. This event is actually so hot and I just had to write something for it ehe ♡

Content: afab fem reader, public s*x, slight exhib, teasing, dirty talk, clit stim, fingering, piv s*x, use of ‘sl*t’, creampie

Word count: 2544

‘Can’t we do something more exciting?’

‘No way. This paper is due next week.’ You huffed as you and your friend Ace paced to the university library. It had admittedly been a while since the two of you did something fun together, but your work had to come first. Not that Ace could ever understand that- you weren’t even sure how he was still attending university considering how little work he ever did. ‘You’re lucky I’m letting you tag along at all, you’re so distracting.’

‘Distractingly handsome?’ He quipped back at you. He had an annoyingly quick mouth sometimes.

You rolled your eyes as you smacked his arm with one of your binders. ‘Distractingly irritating.’ You mumbled, causing him to childishly pout and huff. ‘We can chat but let me do my work, ok?’

‘Fiiiiiiiine. I’ll try really, really hard not to be irritating.’ He sarcastically droned. You had a feeling that was never going to come to fruition. He noticed you struggling to carry the stack of binders in your arms and effortlessly pulled a couple out, placing one under his muscular arm as he opened the other.

He examined the contents of your binder. ‘This shit looks really complicated. You’re such a smarty-pants.’ He teased, ruffling your hair almost like a proud dad after his son’s football game as he shut the binder and put it under his arm.

You looked up at him and laughed. ‘I’m not your kid. Or a dog.’

‘Yeah, I know you’re not. You’re a neeerd.’ He ruffled your hair again but even more messily this time as you walked into the library. The two of you took a seat at one of the rows of computers and stacked up your packed binders. There were a few people around the other rows, all engrossed in their study with their headphones on- which was probably for the best with Ace around.

Just as soon as you could begin typing, he had already grown bored, mindlessly spinning around in his chair as he rhythmically tapped his fingers on the desk. ‘Man, this is boring.’ He sighed, looking at you through his shaggy black hair. ‘People do this all the time?’

You giggled softly. ‘Yep, you just wouldn’t know ‘cos you never study.’

‘That is so not true. I’ve studied at least once.’ He rolled his chair closer to you and peeked over your shoulder at your laptop, watching you diligently typing away and reading your writing. He raised an eyebrow, ‘Yo, there’s some weird mark on your screen.’ Unable to resist the urge he wiped a finger across the screen, unaware that it was a touchscreen. As soon as his finger touched the screen your browser opened, loading up all the tabs you’d closed earlier.

Before you had a second to react the tabs loaded and you couldn’t believe your eyes- at least ten pages of porn opened on your laptop for all to see. Your heart began to race as you shakily fumbled to close the window, your browser of course being unresponsive. You could’ve sworn you’d watched these in incognito mode. ‘Shit. Shit. No.’ You panicked, fruitlessly mashing the close button.

Ace’s eyed scanned the tabs at the top, surprised by the obtusely filthy content you enjoyed. ‘Sex on a busy high-street… getting fucked in the park…’ He confusedly trailed off, but the genuine surprise in his voice soon faded and he returned to his usual joking tone. ‘Wow, I didn’t think you were so wild.’ He laughed.

Your cheeks flushed bright red as you gave up on closing the browser and slammed the lid of the laptop shut. ‘Aww… I wanted to see the rest of those.’ Ace joked before asking, ‘You’re really into that kind of stuff?’

‘S-Shut up! No!’ You snapped, spinning your seat away from his gaze and shoving the laptop into your backpack. There was no way you could keep doing your work with Ace around now that he knew this information.

He placed his hand on the back of your chair and spun you around to face him, smirking at the sight of your rosy, embarrassed countenance. ‘If you don’t like it, why did you have ten tabs of it open?’ He couldn’t resist teasing you about it and your face became even more flushed knowing you’d never hear the end of this.

You shook your head with vigour. ‘I don’t like it! You misread those tabs!’ It was so very obvious that you were lying, making Ace chuckle.

He shuffled his chair closer to you until your knees were almost touching before placing one of his large hands on the side of your thigh, the unexpected touch sending a shockwave through your body. Before you could say anything, he leaned over and into your ear, his lips almost brushing your lobe as he whispered. ‘You know, this studying shit is pretty boring. You wanna do something else for a while?’

You stammered for a moment, shocked by his sudden change in demeanour. Was he really propositioning you? In a library? ‘Huh? I don’t- what?’ The words just couldn’t leave your lips before he slid his hand further up, inching closer to the inside of your thigh.

His lips moved closer to your ear as he sighed at your confusion and his breath tickled your ear. ‘I’m saying we should make your little fantasy into a reality. I kinda always wanted to fuck you but knowing you’re a slut makes me wanna even more.’ His words made your core tingle, a sensation you tried to ignore as you remained utterly baffled. Your eyes darted around the library- it wasn’t busy but there were still enough people around to make his proposal fucking crazy.

You noticed a guy sat directly behind the two of you with his headphones on typing away, literally a few feet away from you. ‘Ace… there’s a guy right there…’ You concernedly whimpered as you finally mustered out some words. He moved his head from your ear to look directly at you. His hand gripped your thigh hard as his other made its way to your lips, placing his thumb delicately on your lips.

‘Oh, so you’re not saying no?’ He purred, his thumb playing with your bottom lip. ‘I definitely didn’t imagine that porn you were watching then, did I?’ The way he jokingly teased you all the time seemed to carry over into this situation, too. Without hesitation he grabbed your waist and deftly lifted you out of your seat, placing you in his lap as you let out a small squeal. You were now straddling your friend in the library as the people around you continued blissfully unaware of the scene playing out so nearby.

As he placed his hands on your sides, he rested his forehead on yours, the closeness of the two of you making the heat rise between your legs. ‘But Ace… what if someone sees?’ You whispered, conscious of the fact you were in a library and nervous of the repercussions you and your friend would face if such a thing were to happen.

He simply chuckled. ‘Hah, you’d probably like that, wouldn’t you? Why don’t we check?’ With those words he slid a hand up your skirt and pulled your panties down just enough to expose your soaked pussy to his touch, sliding a digit through your wettened slit and stopping at your clit. ‘Damn, worried about getting caught but you’re still dripping wet?’ As he began making small circles around your most sensitive spot you wrapped your arms over his shoulders and put your head in the crook of his neck to muffle the soft little moans you were making.

Your body twitched at his touch and involuntarily grinded into his finger. You looked over his shoulder at the clueless guy seated behind you, focused on his study as Ace pleasured you right behind him. Just before you could be dragged back to the reality of what you were doing Ace put a hand on the back of your head and pulled you back to meet his gaze. ‘Hey, look at me, not him.’ He had that same childish pout on his face as earlier before leaning you in for a kiss, impatiently prying your lips open with his tongue. You placed your hands on his shoulders to steady yourself as you reciprocated, the knot in your belly getting tighter and tighter as he continued to rub your clit. Your legs began to twitch as you grew close, but before that knot could snap, he stopped the titillating motion and you to let out a disappointed whimper.

He broke the kiss, but his lips stayed on yours, gently brushing them as he spoke. ‘Sorry, baby. You can’t have all the fun.’ He facetiously looked down and gestured to the bulge in his trousers before looking back to you. ‘I’ll warm you up good, though. Try not to be too loud, the sign says to be quiet.’ He couldn’t resist reminding you of where you were.

His finger made its way back to your pussy and effortlessly slid inside you, pumping in and out of you at an agonizingly slow rate. You returned your head to the crook of his neck, but this time Ace’s lips made their way to your neck and began placing little nibbles along your skin, sucking hard at the base of your neck and making it that much harder to keep quiet. Your muffled moans still filled the immediate space around you- if that guy didn’t have headphones on, he would have heard you for sure, and you continued to pray that he didn’t turn around.

While that thought crossed your mind you looked up and saw a person walk past your row, your heart began racing even faster as they made their way past, but somehow, they didn’t notice the lewd act playing out next to them. As you let out a sigh of relief, a second thick finger entered you and you let out a small yelp at the sudden sensation. The way his fingers stuffed you made your pussy clench, subconsciously yearning for more than just fingers. They pumped in and out of you, the wetness making a wholly indecent sound that you hoped only you and Ace could hear.

‘Ace…’ You breathily mewled into his ear as your knees began to buckle slightly. ‘Please fuck me…’ You moved back to look at him and saw a wicked smile plastered across his face. You could swear the large bulge in his pants had grown even bigger, becoming that much more enticing.

He pulled his long fingers out of you and began to unbuckle his belt, then his zipper. ‘You don’t have to ask baby.’ He rasped as he shifted to tug down his pants just enough to reveal his delicious, hard cock. You ogled in awe. You never expected your friend would have been hiding such an incredible feature, and you certainly never expected to see it in such a situation as this one. His dick was the perfect girth, with an impressive length and a thick, pink head. Without moment’s notice he lifted you up and placed you over his cock, slowly sinking you down him and allowing you to adjust to his size as you let out a desperate sigh.

‘Fuuuck.’ He groaned and you felt his cock twitch inside you, moving his hands to your ass and grabbing a handful of your soft flesh. ‘You’re so tight. Still nervous about getting caught?’ He began moving you up and down his shaft as he slammed his hips into you; you could hear the quiet sound of skin slapping on skin as he drilled into you, speeding up with every thrust. His large cock was stretching you out perfectly despite your nerves. You nodded in response, as you placed your hand over your mouth attempting to contain the moans you desperately wanted to let out.

Ace, amused by your attempt at being subtle, wheeled the chair until it was mere inches away from the guy who was behind you. You were now getting fucked directly behind him and he was none the wiser, but you couldn’t stop your hips from grinding into Ace’s cock as he continued to pound into you. He smirked at your panicked expression. ‘See, baby? He has no idea. Stop worrying about it.’

He kissed you again, entangling his fingers in your hair, and your head became fuzzy. You dug your fingers into his back as your cunt clenched around his dick, milking him dry despite the ever-present fear of being caught- that was now being exacerbated by Ace. You knew he liked to tease, but you’d never imagined he could take it this far. The hand in your hair turned your head around to face the unwitting bystander who was typing away right in front of you; Ace’s lips rested on your ear, and you could feel the perverted smile growing on his face. He quickened the pace with which he slammed his length into you as he spoke with a grunt, ‘Wish he’d turn around and see how good you’re getting fucked, don’t you?’ His breath quickened and softly caressed your ear- you could tell he was getting close, yet he still had the energy to tease you.

You could barely speak as your mind became blank, you were approaching the edge yourself and you could only babble, ‘Ahn… N-No…’. The thought of being caught had entirely escaped your mind now and the only thoughts left in your brain were of the heavenly sensation of Ace’s perfect dick fucking your brains out. You ground into him, savouring the irresistible sensation as he continued his excruciating pace, matching his exact rhythm as both of you came closer and closer to that sweet relief. The way his dick felt inside you was pure bliss- as though it were made to fuck your pussy. The knot growing in your stomach was quickly becoming tighter and tighter as your legs started to twitch and your muscles began to tense.

He pulled your head back to place small bites on your neck, quickly pushing you over the edge and causing that knot to snap. Shockwaves rippled through your body and you began to shake, accidentally letting out one loud moan. The pleasure rushed through you and your body jittered and tensed as Ace fucked you through your orgasm; you could feel his cock twitch inside you. ‘Shiiiit.’ He sighed, throwing his head back as he came inside you. He held you down, buried deep in your pussy, his dick pulsating as he filled you with his hot seed. You both stayed in that position for a moment as you caught your breath and his cum lewdly dribbled out of you, his cock still inside your beaten pussy. As you felt the warm liquid dripping down your thighs, the idea of being caught was beginning to re-enter your conscience and you panickily looked around the room. You tried to lift yourself off his dick, but your weak, shaky legs remained held down by Ace’s strong hands. He made puppy eyes as your eyes met, ‘Round two?’

Fat chance of that happening.

[spookyscarydemonbabe]

heyyy so i was wondering if you can do eddie munson x fem! reader and she shows him how a tampon works. i think it’ll be really funny like the challenge on tiktok a while ago. thank you 😂❤️

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTRxTF8yp/

i love this idea so much 😂 lol i’ve actually been seeing those all over my fyp too and i’ve been looking for an excuse to write something about it!! i don’t love the ending on this but i thought it was cute :p and when do i ever like the endings for my request fics? 😂 (also these types of requests are my absolute favorite to get, i love getting to write about random things like this 🥰)

Now You Know

Genre- Fluff (?)

Warnings- Talking about periods and tampons, but i’m pretty sure that’s all :p

Tag List- @imagine-all-the-imagines @whiplaaaaaaaaash @ladyapplejackdnd @tayhar811 @wistfulwisteriawitch @thatsthewaythechrissycrumbles @zoeyquinn94 (crossed out names wouldn’t let me tag)

Words- 0.8k

You giggled as Eddie sat at the kitchen table, holding the little paper wrapper in one hand and the applicator in the other.

You weren’t sure how this thought popped into his head, and it was pretty funny the first time he asked you about it, but you figured if he was curious and wanted to know then you should be the person to show him.

You had grabbed a tampon from the box you kept under the bathroom sink and filled up an old beer bottle with water from the faucet and set them on the table in front of Eddie.

He sat there staring at them for a moment, his cheeks flushed as he started to feel embarrassed about even bringing it up, though he was curious as to how things like that worked.

He knew what a period was, or at least the basics of it, and whenever he had any questions about it or about girl things in general he always asked you.

It was cute, and you loved knowing that he was interested in learning about ‘girl stuff’, even the things that some guys might consider to be gross.

“So how does it work?” Eddie asked you as he opened up the paper wrapping and removed the little plastic tube from it, “Do you just like… Do you put the whole thing up there?”

“No!” You said with a laugh, moving the bottle closer to him, “You can’t just shove the thing in there, it’s uncomfortable, you do it slowly. And you don’t put the entire thing in, it’s got those little grips on it to help you hold it.”

You placed his hand onto it in the same position you would when using one, his thumb and middle finger on the little indents and his pointer finger just at the top of the applicator.

“Ok… Now what? How do you do it?”

You sat and watched as he curiously looked at the applicator in his hand, almost like he was inspecting it,

“Put it in the bottle, not all the way in! And don’t drop it either,” You watched as he did what you said, carefully placing the tip of it into the bottle just above where the water rested, “and you use your finger to slowly push it out into the bottle. Slowly! It’s not a toy.”

He did as you said once more and as soon as he removed the applicator his jaw dropped as the cotton at the end instantly expanded as it absorbed the water, getting itself stuck in the neck of the bottle.

“That’s what it does?! Really?!” He said it with both shock and surprise being heard in his tone, just staring at the tampon stuck in the bottle.

“Yes really!” You said in between your fit of giggles, “How did you think they worked?”

“I don’t know! I thought that it like…” He silently gestured to it, still a bit awestruck, “I thought it just blocked it in you know? Like it just kept it in there until you had to take it out.”

“Oh, sweetie, no,” You put your head in your hands and couldn’t contain your giggles, Eddie giggling to himself next to you, “it absorbs it! They don’t just block it in, the blood can’t stay in there.”

“How was i supposed to know? I don’t get periods, you do!”

“Well now you know how tampons work, you put it in, it absorbs the blood, you take it out. But i can understand why you would have no idea about this stuff, i was a little surprised you asked me about it, some guys think it’s gross.”

“I mean…” He said with a laugh, “i guess to me it’s kinda gross but that’s just cause i don’t have them and you do. I don’t know how all that stuff works, but i know you’ll tell me if i ask about it, right?”

“Of course! I know you’re just curious.” You smile to him and start playfully hitting his arms and chest, making him giggle and try to playfully push you off of him, “If you want i can show you how cramps feel.”

He laughed and quickly stood up from his seat trying to playfully outrun you as you chased him through the trailer, each time you caught up to him your hands moving to his torso and trying to lightly hit his groin.

He always meant well when he asked you little questions like that, but you loved that he was comfortable enough to ask you. You loved your big dumb boyfriend and all his silly questions.

[applbottmjeens]

NATIONAL ANTHEM.

Phillip Graves x OC

tags: MDNI 18+ OOOO THEY FUCKIN (smut, it isnt good tho), petnames, DADDY KINK, sugaring implied lowkey, some dacryphilia, unprotected sex (pls use protection y'all), age gap (anna is 26 and phillip is like, 40), phillip is a whimperer ok, switchy sex, i cannot write sex for the life of me

summary: Phillip takes Anna to dinner. Anna takes Phillip in a hotel room. I shouldn't have written this LMAO.

CIRCA MW2

It was supposed to be a one time thing. Just to say she did. Just to say she fucked the Shadow Company commander- for the bit. And then it happened again. In his office. In her room. Once while he was on the phone. A couple times in a car.

It wasn't even on purpose either. The tension between them just kept building up everytime she had the audacity to talk back to him. 

She didn't expect it to be so damn addicting. For him to be talking one moment and for him to be inbetween her legs another.

Red lipstick marks on the white sheets. His blue eyes, shot out and gazing at every single inch of her body like it's not hers.

It's his.

It's his.

He approached her not long before work ended and she was gonna head home.

"Wear something pretty tonight. We're going to dinner." 

"You asking me on a date, Commander?"

"Not asking."

It was hot. He knew what kind of man he was and what he wanted from her. She put perfume on her ankles and wore red lipstick that smudged- 

He liked it when it smudged.

"Oh shit…" She curses underneath her breath, a giggle leaving her lips before he spanks her, grabbing onto the flesh of her ass and thigh, leaving her ass adorably sore…

Phillip liked leaving his mark. Hand prints on her ass, teeth marks on her collarbone. He'd tattoo his name on her if he could get away with it. Good pussy made you crazy like that.

 

It also made him a whimperer. Begging for her to keep going, keep making him feel good.

"Keep ridin' me Annie- Fuck." Graves begs, hips rolling on top. Her dress isn't even all the way off, the thin black fabric rolled up over her belly button, the piercing peeking underneath. His hand goes over her abdomen, pressing down and making her moan so loud. 

He's such a blabbering mess when he gives her control, whining and begging, promising her he'd be good. He didn't know it at the time, but he'd be begging and promising her like that for the rest of his days. 

 It's stupid. He's going stupid and she grins watching him curse and whimper until she shuts him up with her tongue the way she likes to when his voice gets too fucking annoying.

"Mmmph..Doing good, Commander." She says low, against this lips, his hand moving to push her head for another kiss.

God. He's so pretty. She loves how ruined and desperate his face is, how his neatly parted blonde hair gets so damn messy when she has her way. For a man in his forties he was so damn cute. 

They shouldn't be doing this. 

But the way her teeth marks line up with freckles on his chest and the way his accent gets so much thicker when he's losing his mind-

She can't help herself. She'll slather on all the pretty red lipstick and wear all the white diamonds he buys her if it means she gets to witness him like this more.

This isn't love. She reminds herself. Just a way for her to drain his credit card and for him to get off.

His grip tightens on her hips, thumbs pressing over stretch marks and scars from muscle gained and fights nearly lost. 

"I'm close, babe. C’mon…" He whines and moves his hands up her body in a way that makes her gasp before she snaps and pins his hands above his head, leaning over his face.

"Not. Yet." She says firmly, that smugness returning when she sees how desperate and whimpery he is.

More whimpers. She's got him on a hold and he loves it, he hates it, and he doesn't have a clue why he lets her do this to him. “Fuck baby…” 

"Didn't make me get all pretty for you just for you to finish so early, huh?" She teases, grinning down at him, the smirk faltering when he moves deeper. 

He takes the opportunity to pull her close, turning the tables as his lips whisper into her ear, taking back control-

“I'm gonna fill you up, Annie.” He growls and kneads her ass with one hand and tangles his fingers in her dark hair with the other, keeping a grip on her. “Over…And over…’til I'm sure that needy lil’ cunt o'yours can't get off from anythin’ else…” 

His words aren't just words. She bottoms out and she can feel him take control, making her tremble and cum before he does. 

“Fuck- P-please…I-” Anna can't even speak now. He smiles with triumph.

“C'mon sugar. Use your words for Daddy..” He chuckles, kissing onto her neck as he controlled how her hips moved. “Tell me what y'want…”

Anna can't think, she hates it. Hates that she's losing. Sex between them was a competition and somehow she always lost.

His pace slows and she whines before he smacks her ass to snap her out of it.

“Don't be goin’ dumb on my cock yet, Anna.” He pulls her hair to gaze at her fucked out face, makeup ruined and eyes oh so prettily hazy.

“Be good f'me…” 

“Need you..” She whines, losing as she realizes how submissive she was getting. “I really need you to fuck me, Daddy please-”

The smug grin on Phillip's face as he turned her over and kissed her softly. “Atta girl…” He chuckles with satisfaction, looking down at her before he starts to move his hips again, agonizingly slow and gentle as he teases her.

She'd had her playtime, edging him and bouncing on his cock so excitedly...

Now it was his turn to make her suffer.

“Pussy had me worked up all day, baby..” He speaks low, piercing blue eyes gazing down at her. “Thought of you so much..” He moans and moves slower, Anna's arms around his neck as she tears up under him from the overstimulation.

He starts to move the pace a bit quicker, hands traveling up and down as he kissed on her neck, little whimpers and soft moans leaving her lips. 

“So fucking pretty…” He gazes at her with satisfaction, feeling himself get closer and closer..

This was how he liked his wild child of a sergeant. Mind melted and all submissive. Too caught up in how he was makin' her feel to talk back and be disrespectful.

She can't even speak now. He's won. First round was always to see who got to be in control.

The rest of ‘em was when the real fun began.

“Tell me.” He grabs her face to make her look up at him. “Who owns this cunt, baby?”

“Y-you-”

“Louder.” 

“You- Own me! All of me-”

“Good girl..”

His hands move to shift himself deeper into the mattress. Deeper. He feels himself whimpering her name, gasping and pulling her close as his hips snap into her as he comes.

He doesn't pull out, Phillip's lips meeting Anna's as she whimpers, mascara running as tears welled up from overstim, his thumbs wiping off the leaky mascara he loved.

It was hard. They were both horribly stubborn and eager to egg on one another, only Anna never knew when to fucking quit and admit this was something more than just sex in a hotel room.

And it lead them to moments like this.

Every time.

[madameminor]

In More Ways Than One, Part 6 - Bad Batch x F!Reader - Hunter

Summary: You thought it would be a night out. Hunter decides it's finally time for your night in.

Tags: Smutty mcsmutterson. 18+. NSFW. "Basically, all the good stuff."

Warnings: Oral (m/f receiving), sub space, voyeurism, blindfold, bondage, unprotected PiV, anal play, nicknames, mentions of polyamory

EDIT 12/27/2022 Something wasn't sitting right with me, so I updated this chapter changing 'Master' to 'sergeant' on AO3. You kind find the updated chapter here. Whichever you prefer, please continue to enjoy. *bow*

Notes: Y'all. When I tell you that this was a fuckin' journey. When I tell you that this took me months and months of rewriting and scrapping whole plot lines, and perfecting and perfecting until I could not stand the word cock anymore. GUH. And so, so worth it. I give you- the Hunter chapter. This is not the final chapter, I have so much more slutting around in my brain (is that a word? it is now) and it will be glorious. First, though, I'ma take a rest and enjoy the damn holidays. Thank you everyone who cares enough to read, comment, reblog - it all blesses me. I am truly honored. ALRIGHT SHUT UP MADAME GIMME MY PORN. Ok, ok, sheesh. SPECIAL THANKS to @fandumbug and @kaminocasey for being my Beta readers through all 5 months of this!

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Hunter sits at the top of the steps into the Marauder, leaning against the door frame of the hatch and watching ships glide through the faded yellow sky of Brohet. Various droids waddle and wheel around the docking port that houses the wounded ship, sparks flying occasionally from the aft of the exterior as they tinker and toil. Organized insanity in a fairly small space.

His brain isn’t much better, so he feels comfortable.

His talk with Wrecker out on their mission had given him… ideas. Really, really naughty, incredibly hot ideas. Ideas that had been floated casually into conversation- and received very, very well. And now that they were free and clear of danger, albeit banged up, he was free to… meditate on them. He lay his head back against the door frame, trying to focus his thoughts on current events and anchoring him back to reality.

The mission had been a success. The squad had managed to stay intact (minus a shot to Wrecker’s shoulder), free to tell another story of a harrowing escape, but the ship, well, had not been so lucky: the poor Marauder had limped its way into friendly space with way more damage than Echo and Tech could take care of in a timely manner. They had done what they could before heading to Brohet, leaving the rest to the tireless droids here at the dock.

Commander Core, the reg with their current standing orders, was happy to see them alive.

“Just a flesh wound? That's a relief. That one wasn’t easy,” the Commander said with a satisfied sigh. “Glad it was mostly the ship. How long will that put you out?”

‘With this many droids, shouldn’t be more than a night or two,” Hunter reported from behind tented hands and interlocked fingers. “We’ll be on our way by midnight tomorrow, latest.”

The holo-image nodded. “Better than I thought. In that case, take a night in town. Get some good food, sleep in a real bed. You’ve earned it.”

Hunter smiled. You would be pleased. “Is that an order?”

The commander’s laugh was a bark, more jovial than harsh. “HAH. It is now.” He threw a quick informal salute. “Keep out of trouble, I’ll see you when you get here.”

Hunter smirked to himself as he ended the transmission. Didn’t the commander know? His squad was nothing BUT trouble.

He glances over to where his squad waits close by – Tech talking with Echo. Wrecker is benching one of the boxes full of parts despite his injury. Crosshair’s sitting on more boxes, looking up at the sky and chewing away at his toothpick. All waiting patiently for you to grace them with your unarmored presence- even if it took an extra 30 minutes. It was usually quite worth it, and you said you had a new outfit you wanted to wear…

You know, they wouldn’t mind if you kept her in tonight.

Hunter shoos the voice away, sitting up a little straighter. Perhaps they wouldn’t – but he can hold out a bit longer. He’s waiting for something, he doesn’t know what, but he’s patient. He’d know the moment. His instincts have never failed him before, it would be silly to start doubting them now. Reassured, he settles in to wait- just in time to hear footsteps coming from the bunks. Guess it was time.

“Ready to go, Sarge?”

He looks over to you, ready to tease about how he has BEEN ready to-

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The rest of the squad pauses as Hunter looks into the Marauder- and freezes. 

Tech glances at Echo, who shrugs before glancing back at their leader. Without looking at them, Hunter throws out the bag of credits they’d be using for the night, caught in midair by Crosshair with a quizzical lift of an eyebrow.

“Sorry fellas. Looks like you’re on your own tonight.” Hunter says, standing up. He glances out at them with a smirk, a satisfied glint to his eyes. “And, uh… probably best you don’t come back til tomorrow.” With that he pulls a lever, the ramp slowly closing and sealing shut with its tell-tale hiss-

And just like that, they’re alone.

There’s silence for a moment…then two…then three…

“FINALLY!” Wrecker exclaims, dropping the box and turning with his hands behind his head, starting to walk out of the docking area. “What’s good to eat around here?” The others follow him, one smirking around a toothpick, one smiling into a data pad (already looking up local fare)- and one chewing his lip, lingering a moment behind before following the rest.

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You weren’t quite sure what to expect when you walked out in this new outfit. 

You knew you looked good. You’d chosen this look because it balanced well- enough skin to feel sexy, but enough fabric to still appropriately represent the G.A.R. The color was one of your favorites to wear because you worked it well. You know that if you’d shown this to your friends at home, that would be cat-calling you all the way to the register. You didn’t know if the boys were really interested in what you wore- you mostly dressed for yourself anyway, but hopefully there was a nod, or a smile, or even a long, appraising look.

So you weren’t sure what to expect - it certainly wasn’t this. 

You had walked out flouncing, flirty, ready to go - only to be completely pinned to the spot by the heated interest of your Sergeant. You couldn’t move as he stood, sent the boys away, closed the hatch. You watched the door to the marauder raise up, sealing away the outside world.

Now Hunter turns to look at you - and the excitement in his eyes makes you shiver. Oh. This is it, that moment he’s been waiting for. And all you can do is stand there.

His eyes t r a c e up your body, gaze caressing everything he sees. He walks up to you without a word, savoring your palpable anticipation. Stars, can he hear how quickly your heart is beating? He’s so close, his hand tracing across your cheek. “Hunter…?…”

His lips find yours, kissing you until you’re up against the wall. One hand weaves into your hair, tightening deep in your roots, not for pain, for control. It’s tight and taut and you’re overwhelmed by the sense of desire, passion, power that pulsates from his body pressing against yours. He releases your lips gently, fingers still tight, his nose to yours. You hear him growl under his breath, against your lips, like he’s savoring the word that rolls off his tongue.

“Mine.”

You have no words, only shivers pooling through your higher brain functions, calming, relaxing, sedating- so that the rest of you can feel, adapt, enliven. He watches your eyes start to glaze over, his domination already taking effect.

“You trust me?” He rumbles against your lips, barely keeping himself from ravaging them.

“Yes, sir.” You aren’t doing much better. Your body begs against his, baser desires sending pheromones dancing through the air. His eyes narrow with dark, roiling lust, his other hand tracing up to your neck and gently pressing against your throat. You moan as your head falls back towards the grip in your hair, begging him to continue. 

His voice wrestles with restraint. “Safeword?”

“Meiloorun-,” you squeak. And without thinking... “-Master.”

His eyes flick to yours, and where you were afraid there would be distaste, there is only surprise- surprise that cools into a simmering, delighted satisfaction. 

“Say that again. My title.” 

“...Master.”

His hand pulses tighter around your throat, pushing out a wanton moan. He growls through a grin,watching you beneath him.

“Sounds so perfect when you’re so… breathless.”

He kisses you once more, slower, more possessive, back under his own control. You feel his smirk as he pulls away from you, releasing you from his grip- but not before looking down into your eyes and commanding- “Show me what you wore for me.”

You almost whimper as he releases you and sits in the cockpit chair just behind him, eyes dark, hungry, ready. Only training keeps you from falling at his feet and begging him for more. That- and the blossoming burning desire to please him.

He’s removing his gloves, eyes still trained on you. You let everything fall back the way it looked pre-ravishing, feeling the stroke of his eyes as you start to turn for him, relishing in his attentions.

“Beautiful,” he muses behind you, with true reverence in his voice. You smile as you finish your turn, basking in such simple praise.

“Thank you, Master.” So SO keen to please him, to feel him press up against you again…

“Now. Take it off.”

The tone in his voice leaves no room to do anything different. Hands drift to undo zippers and buttons, hinting at more flesh with each release of fabric. Making sure he’s watching, you slowly turn your back. Glancing over your shoulder, you let it all drop, leaving nothing but the lace panties you bought for shoreside framing your ass the way it looks best.

His sharp intake of breath sends your sub side simpering- he liked that. You turn back around to await further orders, and to let him stare at what belongs to him.

His gaze lingers, taking you in, relishing in what he sees. His eyes soften, though still filled with heat. He holds out his hand to you, inviting you forward. You take it carefully, feeling his warm, rough skin enveloping yours. He pulls you on top of him- thighs straddled, arms on his shoulders, face inches away. He gently strokes the side of your face with his fingertips, thumb stopping at your bottom lip as his hand curls to gently hold your chin.

He kisses you possessively, gently biting your lower lip as he pulls you in closer. With a whimper you let your tongue seek entry, and he grants it. Shivers overwhelm you at the feeling of his tongue meeting yours, the tenderness burning to passion with a satisfying flood of pleasured moans. His fingers trace over your body, your thighs, your lower cheeks and up to your back- your hips, against the swell of your breasts. Every curve feels seen and caressed by his steady hands, massaging, tracing, kneeding, in more ways than one. So careful and caring and kind, taking their pleasure so patiently…

But you want MORE. And you’re starting to get impatient.

You find the clips of his breastplate, craving his bare skin beneath yours – only to feel his hands take yours, pulling you away from him despite your  petulant whine. His look is stern, but not unkind.

“Not yet. Knees.”

You try not to pout, you really do, but you want him now. He raises an eyebrow, and the thought of his displeasure cows you immediately. You reluctantly move to slide between his thighs, his strong arms balancing you until your knees find the cool durasteel. His near-smile is almost reward enough, hand caressing the side of your face as you settle. You lean into it, dreading to be so far away from your Master’s warmth.

“That’s my girl,” he reassures you. But there’s a glint in his eye. “Your turn to watch.”

Your hands clench where they’ve come to rest against his thigh plates. Your punishment for getting impatient? Just to watch?

He starts to take off his upper body armor, a piece at a time – not as a show, but not in a rush. You watch his languid movements as he finally pulls off his under armor shirt, revealing his tawny colored torso, his muscles flexing in the low light as he slides the shirt up, over, and onto the ground. You catch your breath at the rippling, one hand moving forward reflexively to touch him before you stop yourself, pulling your hand back towards your chest.

He can feel your excitement at watching him, can’t he? His smile is small, recognizing your obedience. He leans back into the chair, hands finding a place to rest over his head, leaving him bare under your gaze.

“Go on.”

Your eyes flick up to meet his for a moment, confirming his permission. Gently, lovingly, you slide your hands over his stomach and up to his chest, following the valleys of his muscles. He’s so gorgeous like this, so perfect. So kissable. You bring your lips to the center of his chest, trailing delicate kisses down to his belly button, nuzzling between the bumps of his abdomen. His chest lifts in a satisfied sigh. His hand slowly cards through your hair as you revere him, worship him, glancing up to see him hungrily watch you lavish everything that he is.

You trace his stomach with your hands, tracing the outline of muscles as they lead down to his groin. Beautiful. Sculpted. Breathtaking. You can feel the warmth pooling in your low belly as you lean forward to kiss along the valleys between muscles. Your kisses drift lower, meeting fabric and plastoid.

You look up to where he’s watching you, one hand on the head rest, the other still in your hair. He nods, granting you permission. Your fingers find the clips holding his codpiece in place and deftly free them with a click, moving the plastoid piece to the pile next to him with eyes still fastened to the bulge kept at bay by black fabric. You carefully pull back the pliant material, his cock springing eagerly to your hand.

Your breath catches as you take in the most intimate part of him. You look past it to him. He smirks, satisfied with your interest. You gently take him in your hand with an experimental pump or two, reveling in the quiet gasp hissing through his teeth at the contact. His pleasure sends your whole pussy aquiver, the shiver running up and through you.

You start where you can, licking the tip clean with your tongue, looking up at him to make sure he’s watching his good girl taste him for the first time. Oh the pleasure in those delighted eyes as he watches you taking the head into your mouth, tongue snaking down and around his ridges and veins.

Your tongue traces up his frenulum as you openly lavish his cock, taking him into your mouth and slowly sinking down his shaft, letting him feel your soft lips envelop him. He swears under his breath while he watches, hands gripping the head rest above him to let you work unmolested.

You start to bob at a gentle pace, hand following close behind your mouth for added pressure, slicking him with your spit, clenching as you think about riding him just like this. Your head starts to move faster, hungry to taste more of him, to have him inside of you, the first time he fills you. You quicken your pace at the thought, moaning, caring little for how you look or sound, solely focused on enjoying the grunts and strained moans coming from above you.

“Look at me.”

You look at him, unwilling to slow down, you want it so bad. 

“Yes, like that. Good girl.”

 He holds your head up by your hair and starts to thrust on his own, groaning up to the ceiling before bearing down on you again. His breath quickens, his hand tightens. You look up to him with pleading eyes. He’s so close, so close to giving you what you want so desperately.

He meets your eyes, bucking up against your uvula. “I’m going to cum. You’ll be good and take it all, won’t you? For me?”

You whimper around his cock in reply.

With a deep breath you open your throat and let him in. He cums with a strangled groan, thrusting each time as far as he can, your nose touching flesh. His heavy breathing fills the space around you as his thrusts get shorter and shorter, eventually stilling with a satisfied sigh. You slowly slide up and off, bobbing your head once as a parting gift, before releasing him.

There’s almost a growl as one hand grips your chin. He leans forward to kiss you, capturing your tongue with his, tasting himself on you. You mewl into it, trying not to gasp as his other fingers find your vulva, tracing through the juices practically weeping from your pussy.

“I could hear you clenching.” He growls against your lips, still held to him by your chin. “Could smell how wet you were getting from taking my cock like that.”

You can only buck into his hand, his fingers wetting themselves as one starts to slide into you. His grip on your chin keeps you from looking away, his eyes holding yours as you moan out his title. “Master-”

An incoming com beeps from the pile of armor. Without removing his finger from inside you, he releases your face to answer it.

“Echo.” Calm, not angry, eyes back to yours while he slowly pumps the finger in you.

“Sorry to interrupt, sir, Tech insisted on sending food, wouldn’t bring it himself. I’m leaving it here on some supply crates by the front.”

Hunter’s eyes glint, a flash for only you to see. “You’re inside the docking bay?”

“Yes sir, food is just inside to the left.”

“Let me make sure I see it.” The hand with the live com braces against your hip, but his other hand doesn’t move from your pussy. He lifts you up, sitting you on his lap, facing away from him- then he spins, and you’re facing outside the ship. And looking right at Echo.

You see him go still as he realizes what’s happening, what he’s seeing. Your face begins to burn, but so does your pussy, living for the look of desire that is slowly surfacing on your lover’s face.

“Perfect, I see it.” Hunter says into the com, his hands strangely absent, probably relishing how this is making you feel. “Do me one more favor, keep her distracted.”

Wait, what?

You barely see the red of his bandana before it clamps over your eyes. Your body tenses at how intensely everything is magnified- you can smell the sex in the air, Hunter’s scent, can taste him on your lips. You can feel his warmth behind you. So warm, so solid. He pulls you back against him, fingers returning to your soaked hole, and you suddenly remember: Echo is watching. Echo is watching.

You hear a thump, the com landing on a neighboring seat, his warm hand returning to hold one of your thighs up, his lips nestled by your ear.

“He’s still standing there, watching you take me.” You hear the smirk in his voice as his fingers trace through your lips, spreading them for his own access. “Can’t look away.”

You clench with a gasp- he’s still watching, wanting to watch you taken by his Sergeant- “it makes you even more beautiful.” Fingers slide into you, gently working against your tender spots, pumping through your slick.

Hunter’s own lust starts to take over. “I left the com line open,” he says, with a nip to your ear lobe. “Tell him how good it feels.”

Your head falls back with a moan. Is this really ok? “S-So good. Master’s fingers feel so good, Sir. Pumping me open like this…”

Kriff, Hunter likes this too, you can hear it in his voice, feel it against your lower back. “Do you like him watching you?”

Even more beautiful. You give in, letting him work you open for all to see. “Y-yes I love when he sees me taking you like this. Sees me taking our sergeant like this.” Kriff you are so close so quickly just by him watching.

“Good. Say his name, then.” You can hear the lewd wet of his slick fingers over your moaning whimpers as they pump you to completion. You had no idea you could fly this high.

“Echo…” you cry, nearly in tears as you feel yourself start to cum. “Echo, please, it feels so good. Please watch me cum on his fingers, Echo!”

Quietly, over com, you hear a fevered plea dressed up as a command. “Cum for him, cyar’ika…”

You cry out as you cum, clenching in spasms around the fingers working you through, imagining wide, lust-blown, amber eyes from a pale face aching to see more- 

Fingers slow as you come down before withdrawing, leaving you panting in warm, safe arms. 

“You did very well, mesh’la,” Hunter says into your hair. You whimper in reply, curling up against him, face buried in his neck. He raises his voice, tone amused. “Thanks for the assist, corporal.”

The reply is strangled, overwhelming desire in its throes. “Of course.” 

The com line closes.

You feel Hunter spin the chair around and pick you up in his arms. You cuddle, panting, into his chest as he stands, making his way to the back of the ship- to your bunk.

You’re lain down in your bed, warm lips finding yours to settle you, reassure you, pressing you into the mattress. Your fingers nestle in his hair, strangely bandana-less, perfect for you to hold while nuzzling in this brief mid-after care. 

Very brief. “Master?” You whisper against his kiss, enjoying the feeling against your lips

You feel him smile. “More?”

“More, please.”

You feel him take your hand and place it on the small of his back.

“I’m taking off the rest of my armor. Don’t break contact. Keep your hand on me.”

You do as you’re told, imagining what he must be doing from the sounds in your ears- sitting on the edge of the bed, his boots, his knee pads, his thigh gauntlets, his under armor…

Then he’s turning toward you, your hand taken and kissed before being guided over his shoulder as his warm skin slides over yours, his mouth gently trailing kisses from your collar bone up your neck. A small cry escapes you. You can’t help the quiet noise at such a gentle touch so magnified- kisses trailing up to your ear.

His fingers are in your hair again, gently moving your head to face away, lips finding the crook of your neck with teeth just behind. You can’t stop the wanton gasp as he nips- not strong enough to leave a mark, but enough to make you buck against him, grinding up against where your pelvis meets the top of his. “Master…”

He takes a deep breath, face burying itself in your neck. “I know, pet. You just smell…amazing.”

Far be it from you to be the one to keep him from his pleasure. 

He holds your hands up above your head as his lips seek yours. “Crosshair told me you might need… a bit of help at showing restraint.” Fabric slips over your hands, firmly tightening around your wrists- not enough to hurt, but enough to know you aren’t going anywhere. You whimper lightly, testing your bonds, but he’s there at your ears, at your neck, kissing, soothing. “I’m here. You trust me?”

“Y-Yes Master.”

With your hands safely secured above your head his kisses start to trail down, nuzzling among your breasts, nipping at their curves, eliciting tiny wiggling whimpers before continuing towards your belly button. The contrast between smooth and sharp has you twisting in your bonds, testing their hold on you and attesting to your Master’s skill with knots. It becomes harder to stay still as he kisses lower, nips softer, until he’s just above your panties, soaked through, still trying to do their one job. You feel the wet of his tongue over the fabric separating him from your lower lips, your head falling back in a longing moan.

He raises your legs up so your lingerie is lifted off- but he doesn’t let them come back down. Instead you feel fabric wrapping behind each knee, legs spread not uncomfortably, but definitely not demurely. As he leans away, your legs stay where they are- tied up and open. Your pussy pulses with nervous, aching excitement.

There’s silence for a moment.

“M-Master?”

“Still here, pet. You just…you look stunning like this.” His voice sounds heavy with desire. “Good enough to eat.”

As if to emphasize his point, you feel lips on the inside of your thigh, one hand based just below you as you feel him slide his body down before you, his warm breath finding its way in kisses down towards your weeping pussy. You grab your wrists’ bonds to help you stay still, hips aching to buck, to entice him lower, where you crave him the most, where you need him the most.

“Your smell is just…” a kiss at your hip, “It’s always been just…” a nip at your inner thigh, “Stars know how I was able to resist you for this long…” his nose nudging your clit ever. so. gently.

-You feel him taste your pussy, yelping at the pleasured intensity of his tongue amid your folds, your head thrown back as he starts to devour you thoroughly. His fingers tighten around your thighs, pulling your hips closer to him. “Karking hell, you taste amazing. Knew you would.”

Something about not being able to see, to touch, makes you louder, makes you so much more reactionary. You scream, you moan, you cry, you try not to buck up against him, but its so hard when he knows just how to ride your gyrating hips.

Without meaning to, you come once, then twice in quick succession, almost incapable of stopping the blissful waves crashing through you as his tongue tastes inside of you. You feel what must be him rutting into the standard issue mattress supporting you both, like he could cum by just eating you out so thoroughly. His tongue lavishes your clit, fingers gently returning to your messy hole to stretch it even more, curling up to hit that unreal point of pleasure that sends you crying into your third orgasm. You feel yourself gush over his fingers, feeding his ravenous moans. “That’s right pet, good girl, give me another one.” Then he’s fucking you with two fingers, opening you, hitting as deep as he can while his mouth closes around your clit, slightly pulsating you through to a fourth.

Thank the gods for these bonds- you’re limp and boneless, unable to do anything but feel. And there’s so much to FEEL. Endless pleasure, pleasure without end. With your nerves so focused like this, you feel you could fly forever.

You can feel his finger start to trace over your lower hole, soaked with your own juices. You gasp as his digit presses against the ring of tightened muscle while his mouth continues to lavish your lower lips. Its strange, but not unpleasurable. Slowly, carefully, he slides his finger inside of you, kissing against your thigh.

“Relax, pet. I’ve got you. Just my finger today.” You moan at the sensation of him starting to slide in and out of your ass, taking you with your own wet and opening you up for his use, his pleasure. You relax around his finger with a groan, giving in to being completely at his mercy, under his control. Nervous energy falls away as you let your legs relax into your bonds. Your moans sound in tandem with his thrusts, your hips moving to meet each pulse as you relax around the new size.

You feel him kiss the inside of your thigh, breath heavy, a growl emerging as he watches you take his whole finger deeper with every thrust. “You’ll take all of us in here before long, won’t you? Let us take you two, even three at a time?”

“Y-Yes, Master, oh please don’t stop, Master I’m going to come with you like this.” He laps at your pussy with renewed hunger, eager to taste you gush again. Fuck, his finger, his tongue, his pumping, his presence, its so much, its so damn much and it feels so amazing and you’re about to fly so high you swear you may never come down-

You feel him groan against your pussy, voice lust-laden and needy. “Karking hell, woman, your pleasure feels so damn GOOD.”

You feel your whole body convulse around him, his fingers, this feeling- The moaning cry comes from deep in your throat, whole bodied, unabashed and raw, a cry of pure, unadulterated pleasure as you cum for the fifth time. 

His fingers leave both holes relaxed and empty, almost sated- until you feel his cock at your entrance, slicking himself in your wet. His voice is a low growl, speaking to himself more than you.“Don’t think that I’m done yet. Fuck, do you feel how hard I am? How much I love watching you give yourself to me so completely?” He groans into his words.

In the silence that follows, filled only with your mutual panting, you feel him breach you, starting to push in, one wet inch at a time, stretching you to take all of him. “Master… MASter! Oh gods, so big. You’re so big!”

 He bottoms out with a gruff moan. “Fuck so tight, and you sucked me right in. Pussy so hungry for my cock, aren’t you?”

The darkness around your eyes lifts as his bandana is thrown to the floor- you’re looking up at your Master, his eyes so dark with lust and pleasure, all for you. His clean hand cups the side of your face as he starts to fuck into you, breath heavy with groaning, his forehead pressed to yours, his lips hot and hungry as his tongue plunders your mouth. Tied up as you are you can’t reach out to him, only let him take you, plunder you for your sweetness, for his pleasure. He emerges panting, thrusts still slow but strong. He groans through his teeth, head falling to your neck, fingers wrapped in your hair as he picks up the pace, frantically pulsing into you as hard as he can.

He’s hitting you right there, right karking there, just the way you need it to build up again, and as you feel yourself shudder into your orgasm, your body starts to unravel. “Gods I’m coming I’m coming sir it feels so good I can’t stand it Master I’m falling apart I’m coming so hard Master please.” You’re crying with the sheer intensity of it, the joy and pleasure of cumming around his length hitting you in a spot almost unreachable, tears running down through your hair as you surrender to this man, this Master of yours who can make you feel so fucking alive by just obeying orders. He comes with a growling cry, pounding in to you as far as he can go, hot seed coating your eagerly waiting walls. You’re frantically panting as your orgasm rolls on and on, the two of you coming together longer than you thought possible. You’re whimpering, completely losing all composure, bonds catching you as you melt.

And then there are his lips against yours, loving, kind, gentle, finding your pieces and putting them back together again, moving gently in you to be sure you’re riding out your high. A kiss that reaches down to your toes, claims you body and soul with its affection. His forehead stays to yours as you both breathe into each other, feeling the other coming down off of the blissful ride you both took.

He cups your face, tracing your bottom lip with his thumb.

“I want to hold you. Let me untie you?”

You lick your lips, checking in to hear what your body needs. “…Yes, please. Just… don’t pull out yet?”

His eyes soften, grateful you’re asking for what you want. He presses his forehead to yours again. “Of course, mesh’la.” He stays leaned against you, holding you to him while he gently unties your wrists with a quick pull. He kisses them as they’re released from their bonds, making sure you see with your eyes the care he is giving to them. He places your hands on his chest while he leans back, lightly tugging on the bonds at your knees, carefully guiding each back down to your bed, massaging them gently to ease any soreness. Only then does he pull out, slowly, so you have time to adjust

He lets his body press against yours, grounding you while you come down, staying calm, present, aware. Your eyes flutter as your body starts settling in, your brain high on the plethora of chemicals swirling around. You breathe him in, the smell of him heady and soothing as you settle into the calming gravity of his presence. You reach up to touch his face, tucking his hair behind his ear and tracing lines over his tattoo.

Its hard to say anything. You don’t WANT to say anything. What do you say after something like that? The words you think to use are…too soon, probably motivated by the space you’re emerging from. So all you do is gaze, tracing his tattoo, memorizing every line of his face. He smiles, kissing your hand and leaning into it.

“Do you need anything?”

Your eyes search his face, evaluating, taking stock of how you are. You can’t help but smile at your own answer.

“Just you.”

Hunter smiles, feeling your heart slow. He settles beside you, clean hand pulling up covers and caressing skin. “Right here, your majesty.”

You turn on your side and lean fully into his chest, breathing in his calming presence, kissing whatever skin you find, unable to stop showing adoration for this man lying before you. Right here, right now, you can feel it - he’s yours here. Not your Sergeant, not your Master, just Hunter, pulling you to him, longing for you, only satisfied with your touch. He kisses you from his heart, reaching down into your soul to fill you, caress you. He nuzzles you, whispering softly for only you to hear.

 “Mine.”

Verbally its a declaration, but he’s asking you. His, for his brothers, for his squad. His to care for, his to protect. You’ll follow him because you trust him, and he’ll let you because he trusts you. For life, or at least, however long it works.

You don’t have to think long about your answer.

“Yes, sir. All yours.”

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It’s several hours before either of you can pull away. You talk, you laugh, you share your feelings and insights and previous misgivings, but you don’t pull away. Something that intense is almost magical, and you can’t help but feel claimed. More claimed than bite marks on your neck, or claimed in front of your peers. Claimed down to your soul. All of them are with you now, the circle complete. A strange commitment, an unspoken vow. Hunter was the final seal on your heart. 

Gross. How are you even thinking like this?

You mention it to Hunter, and he laughs along with you. Mushy? Maybe. 

True? Definitely.

“Why do you think we did it this way, your majesty?” He smirks into your hair.

You snuggle in closer, feeling his heart beat against your nose. “I like that you still call me that.”

His voice is amused. “You think I wouldn’t?”

“Well…” How could he, after everything that just happened?

"Hm. I still enjoy that part of you, mesh’la. That won’t change. I just…” His hand squeezes around your thigh, his voice growing a shade darker. “like you on your knees too.”

You receive it all with a delighted gasp. Everything you could have wanted.

“Hunter,” you look up at him, struggling for the right words as he waits with a smile. Taking your time, that's what you had both just enjoyed so thoroughly. But how could you say what you wanted to say without leaping ahead? What were the words you wanted?

Mmm. Those will do.

“...I’m happy,” you beam up into his eyes. “I’m really, really happy.”

He smiles back, nuzzles you, kisses your waiting lips with his forehead to yours. 

“Us too, pet. We are too.”

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Echo left his brothers downstairs. It had been hours and he still couldn’t get the sound of your cries out of his head. Fuck, it was so hot, thinking about what you were doing with Hunter, but HEARING part of it was… SEEING part of it was… it didn’t help that he was drunk now, imagining what you were going to look like in the morning, hearing the boys talk about how you squealed, or how your eyes rolled back, or how you tasted.

He couldn’t hold it anymore- he feigned exhaustion, “too drunk”, to get away to his room. He didn’t even bother taking off his armor, just unfastening his codpiece as he lay in his bed, grateful for his own space tonight.

He played the snippet that he’d caught from Hunter’s com, unable to hear it without touching himself any longer. Fuck you were cumming now, cumming for him again. He groaned, as he feverishly pumped his cock.

“That’s right cyar’ika. Oh kriff yes, that’s right, be good for me cyare and cum. Let him make you come, come on cyare, that’s it, that’s my cyare, cum for me again baby. FUCK you’re doing so good, one more for me baby, one more. Let me hear him take you higher one more time. Thaats it, good girl cyare, that’s my cyar’ika. Fuck I’m going to… just like that cyare, let me cum listening to him fuck you so good. My cyar’ika getting fucked…so…good…’

He came with a shudder, making a mess all over his hand and his hips. He breathed deeply, letting himself enjoy the moment before the embarrassment settled in. He hadn’t told anyone but you how hot it was to think of you with other men.

But Hunter knew. Of course Hunter knew. And he’d used it to such amazing ends. But was it… really ok? How much he loved to see you moaning for him at the other end of a brothers soaked fingers…

He felt his dick stir again and he started ripping off his armor, desperately getting himself to the fresher.

It was going to be a very long night.

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BTS Run

Pairing- Yoongi x Named Reader

Word count- 5k

Includes- ponytail Yoongi, rough sex, handcuffs, collar, use of slut and whore, dirty talk, breeding kink, pussy eating, deepthroat blow job, fucking from behind, riding, missionary, squirting, multiple orgasms, so much fluff

Tag List- @mingtina @jaxxmine @yeosayang @delightfulmoonbanana @tannie13 @y00nzin0 @marsstarxhwa @borntowalkaway @kjqueen05

J POV

"Uh what do you want me to do?"

"Put my hair up jagi"

I thought that's what he said

"Seriously?"

He smirks, "Yeah jagi. Half up, half down"

"You are trying to kill me", I grumble

He just smirks wider

"Not nice"

He knows certain hairstyles on him drive me insane

Undercuts, his long hair and when it's up in ponytails

He does it on purpose to rile me up, wearing his hair up all day everyday at home

"Please jagi?", he pouts

I roll my eyes, "You are so fucking lucky I love you"

He gives me a smile and of course I melt

"Sit", I grumble

He sits in front of me and I finger comb his hair

"Mmm jagi", he whimpers

He loves when I play with his hair

It relaxes him and when he's tired it puts him to sleep

Our kids are just like him too

Playing with their hair puts them to sleep

"Yeah yeah", I answer, separating some of his hair and finger combing it into a ponytail

"Hair tie naekkeo?"

"Don't you have one baby?"

I sigh

Of course I have one

Reaching over for my bag, I pull out the baggy of hair ties

"Here", I say, "Open it for me"

He does and I reach in, taking out a black hair tie

I wrap the tie around the ponytail until it's secure

Then I smooth down the rest of his hair that's not in the ponytail

"There naekkeo", I say, taking the baggy bag, closing it and dropping it in my bag

He reaches for me, tugging my hand and I move in front of him

He pulls me in his lap, cuddling me, nuzzling into my neck

"Thanks jagi. My pretty baby", he murmurs, "My perfect wife"

Giggling, I say, "Stop baby. All I did was put your hair up"

"No jagi. You do so much more. Making me look good for our shoots and performances"

"It's my job naekkeo", I laugh

That's how I met him, when I was hired as one of their makeup artists

I've been with them since before debut, been with Yoongi since 2014 and we got married in 2016

He's the best husband in the world and I'm so lucky to have him

"Ok Jo", he says, "You're still perfect jagi. You always supported me, was always understanding, always by my side, never left when it got hard. You do everything for me, gave me two beautiful kids and you're just my everything. I love you"

"I love you Yoongi. So much. You're my perfect everything. My naekkeo"

He smiles, then presses his perfect lips against mine

Moving my arms around his neck, I kiss him, loving the way his lips feel on mine

His tongue moves against mine, both of us moaning softly

I feel his cock harder under me, turning me on

"Stop baby. You can't dance with a hard dick", I tell him between kisses

"I can't help it jagi. Everything about you is just hot. You know I can't touch you, can't kiss you without getting turned on"

"Mmm me too", I say, smiling against his lips before kissing him again

His fingers move under my shirt, trailing along my skin, shivers running down my spine

We get lost in each other until I hear Namjoon

"Hey! Let's go Yoongi!", he shouts, "You can work on baby number three later"

He pulls away from me, glaring at Namjoon, "Fuck off"

Namjoon just rolls his eyes, "Yeah whatever. Let's go. We don't have all day"

I kiss his cheek, turning his face to mine, "Don't get mad naekkeo. Namjoon is just upset that Aera didn't come again. Cut him some slack"

"I told him she's no good for him but he won't listen", he huffs

"He just has to figure that out for himself baby. Just be nice ok"

He sighs, "Ok baby. I'll let it go. But if he says one more shitty thing, I'm gonna tell him off"

I just laugh, "Ok naekkeo. C'mon. I want to see you dancing sexily for me"

He snorts, "Yeah ok jagi"

We get to the practice room, he kisses the top of my head, then walks to the guys while I take a seat behind the cameras

They're gonna do a practice video for Run BTS

I love that song and they got so much praise for the performance they did for it in the Busan concert

Yoongi was completely sexy and I was so turned on I fucked him after that set in a dressing room

Then again at home

And I know he asked to put his hair in the ponytail now for this song so I can fuck him again right after

And he's absolutely right

That is going to happen

After a few minutes they all get into position and the music starts

I watch Yoongi start the song, standing then sitting on a chair

Suddenly Jungkook jumps over him and I'm shocked at that surprise move

As they dance the chorus, I keep my eye on Yoongi

He's such a good dancer

I remember when he used to complain about it when we first met and we're just friends

I always praised him and later found out that he would say that to me just to talk to me

He didn't know what to say so he just complained about dancing

And he says that my praise helped him do better, helped him to see that dancing isn't so bad

And it was an opening for him to keep talking to me, eventually asking me out

He was so slick back then too

His verse comes up and he raps so fast, moving around, doing little dance moves

When he turns his head, I'm hit with his ponytail and his stunning jawline

My god my husband is fucking hot

He's so fucking amazing, such a hard worker, an amazing performer

I've always admired how hard he works for BTS and on his solo songs, his passion for music and how he comes up with all these melodies and lyrics

He really is Min Suga Genius

He moves back to the center, right in the front of the group, dancing and rapping the post chorus

I watch the way his body moves so effortlessly, so smoothly and I can't wait to see him move on top of me

Holy shit, not the place nor the time

He looks at me, smirking before he moves away with the other guys so Jimin can dance and Hobi can rap

I keep my eyes on him, watching him breathing hard right before he gets back into the choreo for the rest of the song

When they're done, he comes over to me, coming right into my open arms, his face buried in my neck

"You were so good baby", I praise him

"Yeah? You're not just saying that?", he breathes

"No naekkeo. You know I never lie to you. You're amazing baby"

He's so sweaty but I don't care

I find it very hot

He's called back to look over the video and he takes me with him

We watch the playback, the guys commenting on their performances

It's decided that everything was good in just one take

I'm not surprised

They're that good

"So we done?", Yoongi asks

Namjoon nods, "Yeah"

"Great. Bye", he says, taking my hand and leading me to be practice room door

"Yoongi!"

"C'mon jagi. We finished early and we have extra time before we have to get the kids from your mom's"

"Naekkeo, they're at my mom's all day. You know she loves taking care of them and we can get them anytime"

My mom watches our two kids, our two year old son Jae-hyuk and our four month old daughter Nari while we both work

Yoongi works a lot more than I do as BTS doesn't always need a makeup artist for things like practice, recording or when they're in their studios

I stay home with the kids most of the time, taking care of them and the house

My mom watches them when I'm at work or Yoongi and I go out together

He still takes me out on dates so we can still spend time together

After the dates we usually go home and yeah we have sex

Those are the times when we can be loud and rough and not have to worry about the kids waking up

"Ok then. Home now", he says, tugging my hand

I follow him out of the building to the car

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The front door slams into the wall as Yoongi shoves it open

He carries me inside, my mouth pressing kisses to his neck

We got home so quickly, he jumped out of the car, picked me up and here we are

Kicking the door closed, he carries me straight to our room, sitting right onto the bed

"Naked now", he growls, pulling on my shirt

I crash my mouth to his, shoving his jacket off as his tongue plays with mine

His hands goes under my shirt, shoving it up my body

He separates from my mouth just for the time it takes for him to peel the shirt off me and for me to take his black shirt off

I love when he wears black shirts

White shirts too

So fucking sexy

He kisses me wildly, turning us and slamming me on the bed

He shoves my pants down and off, grabbing my panties and completely tearing them off, tossing them on the floor

He flips me over, hands undoing my bra, then turning me back on my back, pulling my bra off

He moves me up the bed, laying me on the pillow

Reaching into the nightstand, he pulls out handcuffs, smirking at me

I immediately move my hands up to the metal bars of the headboard

"Such a good girl for me", he praises

He sits up, handcuffing me securely to the bed

He reaches over again, pulling out a collar with bells on it

My collar

My cunt gets so much more wet seeing it

"Want to wear it baby?"

I nod eagerly

I do

So much

"Ok baby girl"

I lift my head, letting him put it on me, the tag that says "Master's cockslut" cool against my throat

I lay back down on the pillow, his eyes roaming all over me

"Fuck, my little wife is so fucking beautiful. So sexy"

His gorgeous hands move on my body, starting at my hips, slowly going up, my skin on fucking fire from his touch

"So pretty", he murmurs, his hands moving around my boobs, squeezing, his thumbs running over my nipples

I shiver hard, whimpering softly

"Open your legs for me baby"

I immediately spread them as his mouth takes my nipple and he sucks softly

"Yoongi!", I cry, pleasure hitting my body

His mouth keeps on going and I just want to plunge my hands in his hair, pull his ponytail out and pull hard

Unfortunately my hands are tied and I just pull on the handcuffs

"Mm pulling against them already baby?", he teases, pressing kisses down my body, "Let's see how hard you pull on them while I devour your pretty cunt"

With that, he buries his face in my pussy, his tongue licking furiously

And I just scream, euphoria slamming into me

"Fuck jagi, so fucking good baby", he groans

I don't care what anyone says, Yoongi is the king of oral

For both of us, we've only done anything sexual with each other

He was my first and I was his

His tongue is the only one I ever had and the only one I'll ever want

He learned how to be good at it and I know he's the fucking best

He knows what to do with his tongue, how to make me cum quick or how to make it last long

Right now, he's working me up for it to be quick, swirling his tongue between my pussy lips, then circling my slit

I'm waiting impatiently for him to do what I want

He shoves his tongue inside me, wiggling it around and I scream his name, tugging viciously on the handcuffs, my pussy getting so fucking soaked

"Yoongi more. Baby more"

He lets out a completely sexy laugh, that does nothing but bring me closer to an orgasm

"Does my little slut want me to tongue fuck her?"

"Yes Yoongi! Fuck yes!", I yell

His fingers spread my lips wide open, his tongue back in my hole as far as he can go

Then he pulls it out and thrusts it back inside

"More baby, please"

He fucks his tongue in and out of me, the pleasure taking over

"Gonna cum around my tongue?"

"Yes! Yes! Yes!"

His tongue doesn't stop, sending me head first into a massively pleasurable orgasm

"Yoongi!", I scream, "Yoongi!"

My cunt pulses around his tongue, releasing cum all over him

"So fucking good jagi", he moans, swallowing, "More baby. More cream"

When I finish, his mouth latches onto my clit, sucking like his life depends on it

I can't stop screaming, the ecstacy hitting me in waves

I watching him and he looks so fucking hot, so beautiful in between my legs

His eyes move up to mine, staring intensely at me, holding my gaze as his mouth slurps all over my clit

His hands grip my legs so hard, holding them down and open wide

"Yoongi I can't-", I cry, tears falling down my face from how intense it is

"You can jagi", he encourages in between sucks, "You can. Cum for me baby"

He lavishes my clit with his amazing tongue and I snap, stars bursting in my vision

I cum hard and he sucks me through it, the pleasure astounding, my arms straining against the handcuffs

God I wish I was pulling his hair

Only when I'm done does his tongue move to my slit, licking and moaning loudly at how sweet my cum is

He loves how I taste and the first time I heard him say that, it blew my mind

But then again, I love how he tastes too

He gives me one more long kick, kisses my clit then stands up

He undoes his pants getting them and his boxers off

My eyes land right on his hard cock, standing straight up and crying cum

I press my legs together as I get turned on more

He smirks, "Aww jagi, you're getting so horny just from seeing my cock?"

I nod

Of course I am

He has the perfect dick

His length is average but he's so thick and he knows how to use it

Plus I'm small so he's big for me

"Well I wanna hear you screaming when I'm fucking you. Got it?"

"Yes naekkeo"

He reaches for the handcuffs, undoing them

He flips me over, on my stomach, handcuffing me back to the headboard

"Ready my beautiful baby", he asks as his hands run down my body, starting from my shoulders, down to my hips where he grips hard

"Yes naekkeo", I moan, waiting in anticipation

He doesn't keep me waiting long, his big head entering and stretching my slit

I moan like a huge slut as he moves inch by inch, impaling me on his massively thick cock

My body shakes from the amazing pleasure and when he bottoms out, I feel him inside so deeply, just how I like it

I love being full of his dick

It's the best feeling in the world

"God jagi, still so tight. Always so tight and wet for me", he pants, "Are you ready to scream for me?"

I nod my head rapidly, bells on my collar jingling

I'm so ready

He pulls out slowly then shoves himself back in with such force and speed I move up the bed, my hands gripping the headboard bars, a scream ripping from my throat as stars burst in my vision

Right away Yoongi set a hard and brutal pace, fucking me wide open, completely ruining me on his cock

And I am loving it

I can't stop gushing around him, the sound of his skin hitting mine as well as the squelching sound when his cock dives back inside me are so fucking pretty

Add to that the constant ringing of the bells on my collar and his sexy grunts and moans, I can cum just from the sounds alone

He fucks into me hard, his cock slamming into my spot over and over

My head is in the clouds, the feeling taking over my body

"Oh yeah, my pussy's gonna cum", he laughs so sexily, "Fuck creaming my cock so well baby. Need your orgasm"

"Yoongi", I whimper, my fingers and knuckles white from how hard I'm gripping the headboard bars

I feel the orgasm coming and it's going to be huge

"Give it to me", he demands, slamming into me so deeply

The typhoon of pleasure smashes into me when I cum, screaming his name at the top of my lungs

My legs shake and I'm having a hard time staying up

"Yoongi!"

"Oh fuck jagi. Yes baby. Give it to me. Don't stop baby. So good", he praises

He fucks me through the orgasm the pleasure bleeding into the feeling of his cock hitting my spot

His arm reaches around me, his fingers pressing into my clit, rubbing furiously

"Don't stop coming", he orders

It's so good, tears running down my face and I scream wordlessly as a powerful orgasm runs through me

My vision goes black and I know I'm squirting on him

"Yes!", he yells, "Fuck I love watching your beautiful pussy gush on my cock. It's so fucking pretty"

I hear him but I can't answer because my body is seized in ecstasy

His cock keeps moving, growling, "Mm baby, gonna fuck another baby into you"

"Yoongi", I moan

"Yeah jagi. Gonna breed you and make you pregnant again. Make your stomach swollen with my baby", he grunts, fucking me into the bed

I can only whimper as I hear him, so turned on

I know he's just playing into his breeding kink but seriously it's hot

"Do you want that jagi? Want another baby?"

"Yes Yoongi!", I moan, "Want you to knock me up again"

"Fuck", he cries, sheathing himself inside me, his thick cock throbbing and spilling his hot cum inside me

My slutty cunt clenches on him, milking his cock for all his cum

"Yes Yoongi", I urge him, "Give me all you cum naekkeo. I want it."

"Take it baby. Fuck such a greedy pussy, sucking my cock for everything I have. Such a good slut for me"

When he finishes, I can't hold myself up and I slump forward, his arm around me holding my ass up

"My baby. My pretty baby", he murmurs as he slowly pulls out

He gently puts me down, his body over mine, unlocking the handcuffs, my arms dropping down

Moving next to me, he turns me to my back, one of my arms in his hands, massaging them

It feels good and he does it to my other arm as well

After he pulls me into his arms, he kisses my cheek, holding me

"Ok jagi?"

I nod, "Yeah baby"

"Not too rough?"

Looking up at him, I smile, "Never naekkeo"

"Ok. I never want to hurt you jagi"

"You won't baby", I answer, touching his cheek softly

I trust Yoongi with my life

I know he would never hurt me

Never

Moving closer, I press my lips to his in a kiss

He kisses me back immediately, his tongue in my mouth, pulling me right against him

I finally move my fingers into the loose part of his hair, tugging on the strands

I'm not taking his ponytail out yet because hot

As we make out, our hands grope each other and his hardening cock pressing into my stomach, turning me on

Yoongi has amazing stamina, able to get hard a few minutes after he cums

Able to go for multiple rounds

He says because I'm that hot

I always roll my eyes but he insists that I'm the sexiest girl he's ever seen and that just looking at me turns him on

I believe he feels that way but it's just hard for me to believe in general

But then again just looking at him makes me wet so yeah

"Again baby?", I tease him between kisses

"Always baby. For you always", he murmurs

He kisses my neck, making me moan from how his soft pretty lips send fire through my body

"Come on top baby", he asks, "Ride me"

I sit up, smirking at him, asking, "Time to switch naekkeo?"

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Yoongi POV

"Time to switch naekkeo?", she asks

I nod

Definitely

She smiles, grabbing the handcuffs while I lay down, taking her spot

I smirk at her and hold my hands up, against the headboard bars

She leans over me, handcuffing me to the bars, then presses her soft lips to my cheek before her kissing my lips

Her fingers move into my hair that's not in a ponytail, running through the strands

I know she loves my hair like this

Half up or all up, it drives her crazy and I know it

Which is why I started putting my hair up all the time

Or having her do it

I love watching her clamp her legs together, watching her try to keep a straight face on

It's only fair, she drives me insane all the time

Her lips move down to my neck, right into the spot that sends pleasure down my spine

I moan softly, loving the way it feels

"Jagi, please", I whimper, "Need you"

"Mm is that so naekkeo?", she teases

I nod, "Yeah baby"

Her hand moves down to my hard cock, jerking me off slowly

"Oh baby's so hard", she smirks, "Can I suck your pretty cock before I bounce on it?"

"Yes", I whine

Anything for some relief

She moves down immediately, my cock in her throat in seconds

She sucks, intense pleasure hitting me so hard

I snap my gaze down, watching her deepthroat me right off the bat

She's fucking amazing

She learned how to do this for me and she's fucking perfect at it

Bobbing her head up and down, bottoming me out every thrust as she fucks my cock with her throat

Tears run down her face, spit all over me and my lap, those fucking bells ringing hard and loud, turning me on so much

So fucking messy just how I like it

Taking me in again, she holds me inside, her mouth sucking hard and so fucking fast, stars bursts in my vision

"Baby! Oh god, fuck"

Watching her mouth sucking my dick is bringing me so close to coming

"Jagi, stop baby. Please. I'm gonna cum", I plead

She looks up at me and just smirks around my cock, sucking faster

"Baby no", I whine, the bliss almost taking over, "I want to cum in your pussy. Please baby, want you to ride me"

She sucks one more time, the pulls off, pleasure leaving me

"Since you asked so nicely", she says, climbing on top of me, straddling me

I'm so fucking hard it hurts

Only her pussy wrapped tightly around me can make it better

She holds my cock up, her hand stroking me a few times before she sinks down on me

I keep my eyes on her tiny cunt, watching her little slit open so prettily, her lips wrapping around me

Inside she opens just enough for me to pass, latching on to my cock, pulsing around me, drenching my length and lap

God she always soaked, always ready for me

She gets me all in, sitting on my legs, moving her hips in a circle

"Fuck!", I yell, squeezing my eyes closed as the pleasure runs through my body

"Fuck naekkeo", she whimpers, moving faster, "You're cock is the best. Feels so fucking good"

She rocks on me, my head rubbing against her spot

I watch her move, her body shaking, pleasure on her face

"God this cock can make me cum so quick", she moans

I feel her getting close, her pussy throbbing so pleasurably

"Baby", I gasp, "Cum on me. Please"

"Yoongi, oh god", she cries, coming

Her orgasm gives me so much bliss it's insane

It's like nothing I've ever felt before

I was so shocked the first time she came on my dick

It was so fucking good and I thought it was just because I never had sex before

Anything felt amazing

But no, her orgasms are the most pleasurable thing I've ever felt

I need them

I'm addicted to them and I wouldn't have it any other way

When she finishes, she leans, over me, her mouth against mine as she kisses me wildly, her fingers twisting in my hair

Her hips start moving, her cunt bouncing up and down my cock

I feel her creaming my cock, feel is drip down onto the bed and just imagining the sight is such a turn on

Her hands pull my hair, pulling my head back and she lavishes kisses all over my neck

I moan loudly, pulling against the handcuffs hard, the bed rattling

I want to touch her so bad

Grab her cute ass, hold her as I fuck up into her dripping cunt

Her clit rubs against my pelvis, her moans on my neck sending vibrations down my body

She's moving so fast, riding me so fucking good stars are blasting in my vision

I need to touch her

I yell loudly, using all my strength to pull against the handcuffs

There's a snapping sound and suddenly my hands are free

Grabbing her ass, I squeeze, holding her in place and I fuck up into her

"Yoongi!", she screams, her cunt getting so tight around me

I don't stop, thrusting up, impaling her on my dick over and over, destroying her tiny spot

"Yoongi! Don't stop!", she screams, "I'm gonna cum! Baby I'm gonna cum!"

"Yes, yes!", I shout, "Cream my cock baby. Now!"

Thrusting again, she screams in my neck, her entire body shaking in my arms, her fingers yanking on my hair as she orgasms all over me, her cunt clenching my cock in a vice grip

I hold her on my cock, letting her ride it out, feeling incredible pleasure

"Good girl", I yell, "My good girl"

When she finishes, I roll us over, getting her on her back

Moving to my knees, I put her legs on my shoulders, fucking her hard into our bed

Her screams, her begging for more is music to my ears

I snap my hips, plunging my cock in so deep her stomach bulges with every thrust

So hot

Leaning forward, my hands move on either side of her head, crashing my lips to hers as I fuck her

Tears are falling from her fucked out eyes, wetting my face as we kiss, her hands buried in my hair

Her pussy is impossibly tight, impossibly wet, spasming hard

"Cum for me jagi and I'll fill your perfect cunt with cum", I murmur, pressing kisses to her cheek, "Ok baby. You want my cum inside you?"

She nods, her eyes glazed over and I know I fucked her dumb

It happens at least once a day and I know all she wants is to cum

Barreling all inside her, I stay there, grinding against her, making sure her spot is getting stimulated, my pelvis rubbing her clit at the same time

"Yyy...Yoon...", she stammers

"Fall apart on my cock jagi"

She shudders hard, losing it, her body arching, cunt exploding all over me

"Oh fuck! Joanne!", I scream, releasing inside her in pure ecstasy

White light blinds me as I orgasm, my body shaking as I struggle to hold myself up

I don't want to crush her tiny body

When we both finish, I pull out and collapse on the bed next to her

Looking over at her, I see her eyes closed as she pants for breath

Reaching for her, I pull her sweaty body on top of mine, holding her tightly

I run my fingers in her sweaty hair, both of us just breathing, relaxing

She takes my free hand, lacing our fingers, holding my hand close to her

"Naekkeo, you still have the handcuffs on"

I do?

Holy shit I do

I thought I broke the actual cuffs

But no, I broke the chain that connects them, the cuffs still around both my wrists

"It's ok jagi. I'll take them off soon"

She nods, cuddling into me, "We have to get the kids naekkeo"

"Yeah jagi. I think we should take a quick shower before we get them"

She smirks at me, "It's never a quick shower when we're together"

I smile back, "Then we should go now"

"Now?"

I nod, "Now"

Sitting up, I get her in my arms, picking her up

"Yoongi! I can walk baby!"

I shake my head, "You're my princess"

"You're my king", she giggles, kissing my cheek

As I walk to the bathroom, she tugs on my ponytail, pulling it out, my hair falling in my face

"So sexy naekkeo", she says, softly, tucking hair behind my ear and kissing my jaw

I blush, pressing a kiss to her forehead

Once in the bathroom, I put her down and turn on the water

Popping off the handcuffs, I throw them out, then take her collar off

Taking her hand, I pull her in the shower with me, coming right into my arms

"I love you", she says softly

"I love you", I answer, as we

hold on to each other under the warm water, happy in her arms

[dreamcatchers-husband]

First Date

Male Reader X Izone Sakura

Length 2900+

Tags: Dirty talk, Creampie

Pt 1 Pt 2

Ding!. 

Your face is blessed with a beautiful picture of Sakura. The white top stopped right above her stomach. Her midriff amazed you as the outline of her abs blessed your eyes. 

“Hi Oppa. What do you think of my outfit?” 

Jesus Kkura. You look gorgeous.

“Well, I’m done with my recordings for today while the rest of the girls still have a lot to go. I was hoping you could finally take me on our first date?” 

It’s been three weeks since that crazy night with your girlfriend Chaewon and Sakura. Well, you guess you could say your girlfriend’s now. The past few weeks have been busy for the members of Lesserafim with nonstop shoots and almost no free time. The little free time you had you spent with Chaewon but have been neglecting your new girl. 

Oh that’s great Sakura! I would love to take you on a date. Wait for me there and I’ll pick you up soon. 

“Ok Oppa I’ll wait for you. Bye!” 

Putting the phone down you run to your room to change. You put on a simple dress shirt and khakis and run to your car. You aren’t quite sure how but you’re on the road in the blink of an eye. The drive was very uneventful as you arrived quickly at the studio. 

Pulling your phone out you send Sakura a text as she runs outside to your vehicle. As she jumps in the passenger seat you quickly feel a pair of lips attach to your own. The kiss is quick but pulling back your face is blessed with the smile of your new girlfriend. 

“Hey Kkura. How did your shoot go today?” 

You start to drive as Sakura opens up about her day. 

“Pretty well. I was the first to arrive at the shoot so I got out early. Chae recommended you take me out on our first date.” 

“Well, I’m glad she suggested it. I hope you enjoy our date.” 

“I’m excited to see what you have planned.” 

A few more minutes pass as you finally arrive back home and park the car. 

“Let’s head inside!” 

You jump out of the vehicle and run over to the passenger door opening it. The look of confusion on her face is apparent but Sakura doesn’t argue and grabs your hand stepping out and you both go up to your apartment. As you walk in, your shoes are removed and Sakura follows you into the kitchen. 

“So I didn’t have much time to plan a date so I figured we could have a comfy dinner at home. I hope you don’t mind.” 

The warmth from Sakura’s smile makes you happy as she nods. 

“That’s more than perfect as long as it’s me and you.” 

“Ok then Kkura. Do you want to try my fried chicken? I make my own spicy sauce that people seem to enjoy when they taste it.” 

“Of course! Just cook whatever you want. I’m always down for chicken.” 

Opening the fridge you pull out the ingredients needed, most importantly the chicken thighs. Once you pull out the chicken you grab your knife, take it out of the packaging and start to cut it into bite sizes. Once it’s all cut you throw it into a bowl and add salt pepper and a bit of garlic. Once the spices are mixed you put the chicken to the side to rest for a bit and pour the oil into your pan for later. 

“So how did you learn how to make fried chicken?” 

“My dad taught me and he created his sauce so I’m excited for you to try it.” 

Once the chicken has rested a bit you pull out your chicken batter and add the water. Once the consistency was how you liked it your hands reached for the chicken and threw it in. Once the frying powder was in a box you threw the Chiron in and mixed it around until it was ready. Once that final step was done you threw the chicken into the boiling oil. 

“Now we make the sauce, wanna help me with this part?” 

Sakura nodded excitedly as you grabbed the ingredients you needed. 

“First we need chili paste so one tablespoon of that.” 

Sakura got a tablespoon and threw it into a bowl. 

“Now we need ketchup, soy sauce, some pepper flakes, garlic, and then my secret ingredient of cinnamon powder.” 

Sakura followed along with what you told her as she added all of the ingredients to make the sauce. Finally, the sauce was done as you cooked it a bit and threw the chicken that was ready in. Your dinner was now ready.

You plated the Chicken evenly and put it on your dining room table. 

“Do you have any beer?” 

You nod happily pulling two cans out. Both of you sit down and look at each other. 

“Thank you for the meal!” 

Both of you dig into the chicken and take a bite. You look towards Sakura nervously as her eyes shoot wide open. 

“This sauce is amazing!.” 

You’re filled with relief that Sakura enjoys your food. 

“I’m really glad you liked it Kkura. I enjoyed teaching you how to make my sauce.” 

“I’m not much of one for cooking but I enjoyed making it as well since it was with you.” 

The little time you are spending with Sakura makes you happy. 

“So I know we touched on it a bit that night but how did this whole sharing me thing come up?” 

Sakura chuckles a bit and nods her head. 

“Well back when we were in Iz*one you caught the attention of all the members. The thing was none of us mentioned to each other that you had caught our eyes. A bit of time went by and we finally opened up to each other that we liked you but it was too late because Chaewon had already asked you out.” 

“Well, I never knew that. It’s pretty interesting.”

“Yeah, and your relationship with Chae kept growing and going great. Time passed and now I’m in a new group with her but I still liked you. Since those feelings were still there I opened up to Chae and told me she was open to sharing you as a boyfriend.” 

“Wow, that amazes me.” 

“Yep. Chae figured you would be ok with it as she said she noticed you take small glances at all of us before.” 

“Oh sorry about that.” 

Sakura laughs a little bit and shakes her head. 

“Don’t worry about it. Plus I’m your girlfriend now, so I better see you keeping your eyes on me and Chae only for now.” 

“Well don’t worry, I’m happy with my two beautiful girlfriends.” 

The rest of your dinner is filled with small talk and laughter until your plates are cleared. 

“Well dinner is done. Do you want to watch a movie or something?” 

“Yeah of course. Let’s head to your room!” 

You’re surprised a bit because you meant watching something in the living but you won’t argue with her. Following behind Sakura you see her jump on your bed giving you a small glance at her white panties. Your mind begins to fill with the memories of you fucking Sakura last time. You would love to recreate those memories but this is about having a nice date with Kkura. 

Laying down next to Sakura she grabs the remote and turns on the tv. You don’t even get time to tell her what to watch as Sakura puts on an anime. 

“Oh Demon Slayer! Let’s watch this!”

Your focus goes to the tv as you watch the anime. You aren’t sure how much time passes as the season ends. Grabbing the remote, you begin to surf through the channel for the next thing to watch, until you feel Sakura’s ass on your crotch. It could have been an accident that she moved up to you like that but When Sakura begins to grind herself on your dick, you knew what she wanted.

“I’m surprised you managed to control yourself all this time.” 

“I would never force you to do something. Plus I wanted to give you a great first date. I’m sorry I haven’t given you much attention these last few weeks. This whole having more than one girlfriend thing is new to me.” 

Sakura stops grinding on you and turns to face you. Your lips are suddenly met with hers in a simple kiss. The kiss wasn’t one out of lust like the ones you had with her last time. This one was full of just love. Pulling back from the kiss Kkura smiles at you. 

“It’s ok. Anything I do with you I love. This little date already showed me your love.” 

Your hand touched her cheek as You smile back at her. 

“Still, I wanted this to be a nice cute little date.” 

“And it was. Now we can just do this to make it a memorable first date.” 

Seeing the list in Sakura’s eyes you pull her back in for a kiss once again. This time the kiss is aggressive as you pull Kkura’s body closer to your own. You feel your girlfriend’s hands begin to unbutton your dress shirt until you rip it off your body. 

Sakura pulls back from the kiss and jumps on top of you, making you lay on your back. Small kisses are felt over your face as Kkura moves from your face to your neck to your chest. The kisses continue as she moves farther down your body reaching your abs. Looking down you see your girlfriend begin to unbuckle your pants. Once the buckle is loose you help her as Sakura pulls off your pants and underwear. 

Bliss hits your body as you feel Sakura’s small hand wrap around your dick. 

“Eager aren’t you Kkura?” 

“Fuck how can I not be when I remember how good you fucked me last time with this massive thing. I’m sure you missed this.” 

Before you could ask what this was you felt an amazing wet sensation on your cock. Sakura’s tongue went up and down your length slowly. When Kkura’s tongue reached your tip she would swirl it all around, flicking your most sensitive spot on the top backside of your dick. Each flick makes your legs jerk from the amazing sensation. 

“Fuck Sakura that’s soo good. Keep going, sweetie.” 

Your girlfriend's response is to wrap her lips around your dick. Slowly she begins to bob her head up and down on your cock. As Sakura begins to pick up speed you reach down for and pull her head down on your length. Holding Sakura down on your cock you feel her tighten her throat around your cock nearly making you blow your load already. 

Letting go of Kkura’s head she pulls her head back up gasping for air. You were a bit worried you might have overdone it but the smile on her face tells you otherwise. Your girlfriend's lips return to your cock as she continues to fuck her face on it. Your peak is coming soon and Sakura can tell as your rod begins to throb. Knowing you are close, Sakura builds up speed and brings your length down her throat. Shots of your semen go down as she drinks it all. You are quite worried she might almost drown with how much you are cuming but she continues to drink it all. 

Once You finish coming Sakura pulls her head back and shows you an empty mouth, she drank it all. 

“Jesus Kkura. You still surprise me.” 

“I’m glad. Now I think I deserve a reward.” 

Sakura rips off her top leaving you in sight of her beautiful breast. Pulling up your upper body you attach your lips to her nipple giving it small sucks to begin. Small moans leave Sakura’s mouth as she wraps her arms around your head, pulling you in deeper. Your tongue begins to play with her nipple swirling your tongue around. your attention then moves to her left breast as you continue the assault on her boobs. Your hands move to her waist as you pull down on her skirt and panties until they are off. 

The sight of Sakura’s beautiful body makes you hard again, but you know you owe Sakura more than just playing with her breast. Flipping Sakura on her back you move down to her abs and give small kisses moving down to her waist, then her thighs, finally reaching her folds. 

Giving her pussy a kiss you begin to lick her lips causing small moans to leave Sakura’s mouth. Your hand moves up as you open her folds and move your tongue in and out of her pussy. Tongue fucking her pussy was great but you knew you wanted to make her cum. All your efforts went to look for her clit, finding it after a few seconds. Just like her nipple you give it a few little sucks and then swirl your Tongue all around it. Sakura is enjoying it as she grabs your hair and pulls you into her pussy even more. 

Your hand now looking for something to do pushes a finger in and causes Kkura to jerk her legs. 

“Fuck sweetie! Keep going, I’m almost there.” 

Knowing your girlfriend is close you are one more finger to help bring her peak. Screams fill the room as you feel your head get crushed by Sakura’s thighs. Pulling back from her pussy you see Sakura is still shaking a bit after her orgasm. Your hands move back to her breast and give them small squeezes eating for Sakura to gain her composure. 

“That was good, but now I want that cock to fill my pussy like last time.” 

“With pleasure.” 

Your length was fully hard at this point, so you lined yourself up with her folds and slowly pushed into her pussy. The memory of her Pussy didn’t compare to how good it felt in her. Sakura was still the tightest pussy you had ever been in. Your length finally reaches the ends of her cavern; filling her to the brim. 

Pulling your hips back you begin to slowly fuck Sakura as moans leave her mouth. 

“Sweetie as good as this feels I think I deserve a proper fucking. This feels like you’re my ex trying to please me.” 

Hear Sakura mention an ex filled you with anger you had never felt before. Your hands get a hold of her waist as you increase your speed you fuck her pussy. 

“O-Oh fuck. Why are you so aggressive… oh you got mad I mentioned an ex huh?” 

“Shut up and take my cock.” 

Your speed and aggressiveness increase when you see a smirk on Sakura’s face. 

“Awe, are you jealous I m-mentioned an ex? Maybe you should fuck me properly to show me why you're my boyfriend now.” 

You grab Sakura’s hand and pull her upper body closer to your own. Seeing Sakura’s neck you attach your lips to her neck giving it small kisses and bites to mark her. With each little bite on her neck, you hear her moan and pant. 

“Fuck that’s right. I’m yours now. Make sure everyone knows.”

“S-Shut up!” 

Wanting to make her stay silent you move your hand down to her clit and start to rub it. Yells fill the room as you begin to drive Sakura over the edge once again. 

“I’m so close baby. Make me cum please.” 

Your dick continues to fuck her as you rub her clit a little faster. Sakura’s walls start to constrict as she screams and fluids rush out of her pussy. Slowing yourself down You see that Kkura’s eyes rolled to the back of her head. In the back of your head, You had the idea to overstimulate her with what she said but you already love this girl and wouldn’t want to hurt her. 

Sakura begins to move around again as she looks at you and smirks. 

“Fuck that was great sweetie. You were even more aggressive than last time.” 

“Don’t bring up an ex.” 

“Why?” 

Sakura begins to move her hips back on your dick. You feel her clench with the muscles in her pussy. Honestly, you're gonna cum soon. You start fucking Kkura again as she wraps her arms around you. 

“I can tell you’re close. Go ahead and cum. Don’t worry Oppa, only You get to cum in my pussy. It’s all yours so prove it.” 

With the last bit of strength you piston in and out of your girlfriend, your orgasm approaching. 

“Fuck you dirty girl I’m gonna cum in this fucking pussy.” 

“Come on Oppa. Paint my walls with your seed.” 

Those final words drive you to the edge as you shoot your load into her pussy. You aren’t sure how many shots of your seed fill her pussy. If Sakura is not safe you might be expecting a baby soon. Gasping for air you drop onto the bed pulling Sakura with you. Giggles fill the room as you wrap Kkura in your arms. 

“Sorry I mentioned an ex. I just saw how aggressive you were and it turned me on. You are the only one for me now, ok?” 

“Sorry. I shouldn’t get jealous like that when I have two girlfriends now.” 

“It’s ok Oppa. That was really fun either way.” 

“Yeah, that really was fun.” 

“The best part is we have all night.” 

You laugh a bit as you kiss Sakura’s forehead. It may be a hit soon to say this but fuck it. 

“I love you Sakura.” 

“I love you too Oppa.” 

Guess only time will tell how having two girlfriends will go. 

A/N- Sakura has been killing me lately. not sure why I made this a mini series but oh well. My next fic will be a long one for a certain Idol’s birthday next week, that’s your hint on who it’s about. Thank you for reading and see you next time