#shaky breath deep deep guttural sigh

[stubbornflood]

i wish i could time travel and grab my younger self by the hand and say please don’t give multiple chances to shitty people come on girl we gotta go

[starstruckmiraclekitty]

soap ghost and reader 3some?? 😻

“Steamin Jesus, look at you.” Johnny breathed out, practically droooling as he his eyes raked over your naked body. “Can’t believe L.T. has kept this body of yours all to himself.”

You let out a shaky sigh as Johnny’s hands began to wander across your body, his eyes flickering to Simon as his fingers ghosted over your breasts. “May I touch?”

“She’s yours for the night, Johnny. I’m only here to watch.” Simons voice was strained, and you looked over to find him watching the two of you intently, his hand lazily palming his cock through his boxers. “You know my rule, though. If she says stop, you stop.”

Johnny gave a nod in reply, his eyes falling back to you. His hands grabbed at both of your tits, massaging at the plump flesh firmly, before capturing your lips with his.

It was clear that Johnny was quite experienced. He kissed you like you were the only girl on the planet for him, his tongue exploring every inch of your mouth, groaning against your lips as he memorized your taste.

He pulled away with a shit eating smirk, watching as your wandering eyes landed on the obvious buldge growing in his boxers “You gonna help a man out, lass?”

You took your lower lip between your teeth before looking over at your boyfriend, silently asking for permission even though the entire night was his idea.

“Go ahead, love.” Simon encouraged, giving you a soft smile. He never took his eyes off you as you sank down to your knees, freeing the Scotsman’s cock from the confines of his boxers.

Your eyes widened at his size, his cock being the farthest thing from small. It wasn’t as big as Simon’s, but it made up for the difference in length with just how thick it was.

Feeling your mouth water in anticipation, you wasted no time in taking his cock in your mouth, relishing in the fact that it had both men in the room groaning.

~~~~~~~~

“Fucking hell, you’re so tight.” Johnny groaned out, his hands finding purchase on your waist as he sank himself fully inside of you. “Feels so good, lass.”

Your eyes squeezed shut at the intrusion, the delicious stretch from his cock nearly causing you to see stars. Though he wasn’t as lengthy as Simon, Johnny was just as if not thicker, and it stretched your walls in ways you didn’t think possible. “Oh my god.”

You heard a soft groan come from the corner of the room, and looked over to see Simon pumping at his cock, which was now fully hard in his hand. “S-Si.”

“Johnny makin’ you feel good, sweet girl?” Simon cooed, not taking his eyes off of you as he pumped at himself faster. “I want to hear what my best mate does to you, baby. Wanna hear if he can make you feel as good as I do.”

You let out a guttural moan as Johnny began to pull out of you, before ramming himself back into your soaked cunt. He let out a low chuckle as he felt your walls clench around him, before setting a brutal pace.

His fingers were bruising against your waist, his nails digging into the flesh there as his cock assaulted your walls, the tip of it kissing your cervix with each jut of his hips.

Unlike Simon, Johnny was rough. His nails began to pierce your skin, his pace not relenting as he relished in the soft mewls that he elicited from you. Your hands gripped the sheets in front of you as you gasped for air, your mind growing fuzzy as your friend continued to fuck you dumb.

You didn’t notice Simon moved from his spot until his face was right in front of yours, his deep brown eyes filled with lust as he looked at your lips. “You doing alright, princess?”

You gave your boyfriend a weak nod, your eyes threatening to squeeze shut as the sounds of Johnnys moans, and the sound of his abdomen hitting your ass filled the air. Everything about this night was completely filthy, and you loved every second of it.

“Such a fuckin’ good girl.” Simon praised, pressing a lazy kiss to your lips. “Think you can help me get off while Johnny fucks you? Turns out my hand isn’t as effective as that pretty mouth of yours.”

You let out a soft whine as your boyfriend cupped your jaw, pressing another kiss to your lips before standing. You watched as he fisted himself for a moment longer before gesturing for you to open your mouth.

Oh yeah, this night was far from over.

[hyewka]

i just neeeed a switchy-sub leaning, desperate vampire!gyu whos been begging for you to let him taste your blood, and you finally let him midst riding him; he keeps saying how good he’ll make you feel before he finally sinks in and the sensation makes you lowkey lose control over your own body, leaning onto him while he fucks into you from underneath, hands all over you, grasping at anything he can; he could just lose it right there from the way you moan into his ear, yet the only thing on his mind is how he needs to please you; pretty boy would never forgive himself if your sweet moans were to stop coming, the need to feel you cum on his cock like that way more important than his own high 😪

★ warnings. vampire!gyu, creampie, blood, mentions of blacking out, big cock gyu ^__^

★ note. keep this supernatural shit coming its so fun to write. this is also unfortunately more dom i think than sub like you asked but theyre desperate all the same

“please,” he whimpers, hands gripping the plush of your thighs, fingers digging into your skin so hard it hurts. “please, just let me tase you, just a little. you smell so fucking good, feels like i'm gonna die.”

beomgyu’s been a fucking wreck for what feels like forever. the way he looks at you, his dark eyes filled with need, his lips parting just slightly whenever your neck is exposed—it’s been driving you both crazy. you can feel how much he needs it—how much he needs you. and tonight, you’re finally giving in, finally letting him have what he’s been pleading for.

he’s under you, his fat cock stretching you painfully, buried balls deep inside. but even that isn’t enough for him. how greedy. you bounce just slightly, his breath catching in a sharp gasp. “i don’t know… what if you can’t control yourself? what if you just keep going and never stop?” you tease, dragging your nails lightly down his chest.

“no, no i’ll be good,” he promises, too earnestly, too fast. “i’ll make you feel so good, love, i swear.”

you sigh, as if you’re giving in reluctantly. the truth is obviously far, far from the front you're putting up. “you'll make sure i feel good?”

his grip on your thighs tightens immediately, his breath hitching as he nods frantically. “so good. please, please just let me taste you. need it so bad. it won't hurt.”

he's trying to be convincing, but it's not working—not when his fangs finally come out, gleaming and looking too sharp, too dangerous.

there’s a flicker of something predatory in his eyes, something that tells you he’s been holding back for far too long, and it’s taking every ounce of control he has left. but even that’s slipping away, fast.

truth be told, you’re terrified. and you hesitate, diverting your eyes off what's having you feel so antsy. with a shaky breath, you reach up, sweeping your hair to the side, exposing your neck to him.

for a moment, he doesn’t move, just stares, his pupils dilating, nearly overtaking his eyes, turning them pure black. you feel your breathing constrict as you finally speak, tilting your head. "feed."

then, as if a dam has broken, he surges forward, a low, guttural growl escaping his throat. his hands shoot up to grip your waist, fingers digging in as his lips crash against your skin, almost frantic in his need.

his fangs scrape against your skin, and he doesn’t even give you a chance to adjust before he’s sinking them in deep, too deep, too fast—breaking the skin, a warm wave of blood flowing into his mouth. the pain is searing, white-hot, and your eyes fly open as a cry tears from your throat. “shit, gyu—fuck, you’re gonna—”

for a split second, it’s almost too much. but then, just as quickly, it’s swallowed by a wave of pleasure so intense it slams into you, making your whole body jolt, your breath catching in your throat. you choke out a moan, your hands shooting up to his hair, fingers tangling in it as your body shudders violently against his.

“you taste so fuckin' sweet,” beomgyu groans against your neck, his voice ragged, barely holding it together. he’s thrusting up into you, hips moving frantically, like he can’t control it, can’t control himself. “i could die like this, fuck, you’re everything, baby, i need more—”

and he's back on. it’s beyond overwhelming—the way he’s drawing blood, the way he’s feeding from you like he’s starved for it, each desperate gulp making your head spin, your vision blurring at the edges. you can feel yourself getting lightheaded, dizzy, as if every nerve in your body is on fire.

it doesn't help that his hands are everywhere. everywhere. they're rough, mindlessly roaming all over your body, completely losing it as he grabs at you, groping your ass, your hips, your soft curves, your breasts, squeezing, kneading, desperate to feel every part of you.

it’s driving you to the brink of insanity. he's never been this desperate.

“gyu, fuck—” you gasp, the words barely make it out before he slams into you again, his cock hitting your cervix with a brutal, desperate force. every thrust is erratic, wild, like he’s trying to break you in half, and it’s so deep, so fucking deep, you can’t even think straight.

“oh god, you’re gonna—fuck, you’re wrecking me—” you choke out, but it’s swallowed by a filthy moan as your nails digs down his scalp, not even phasing him one bit as he fucks you senseless.

your vision quickly starts to go dark, spots dancing in front of your eyes as the pleasure builds, overwhelming, all-consuming. you’re shaking, your body convulsing around him, your breath coming in short, ragged gasps as you barely hold on.

even through the haze, you can see him. his eyes are wild, his lips stained crimson with your blood, and he’s licking at them desperately, like he can’t get enough. “so fuckin' addictive. perfect—god, you’re perfect, can’t stop—can’t ever stop” he’s slurring his words, panting, barely making sense.

your pussy clenches tight around his cock, the reaction pure instinct as your body takes over, letting your eyes roll back as he relentlessly slams up into you, the sounds of skin slapping against skin almost too obscene, wet and filthy.

“don’t want you to stop,” you finally manage to gasp out, hips grinding down against him, feeling him throbbing inside you, hot and hard. “fuck, gyu, d-don’t stop.”

something seems to snap inside him, because suddenly, he’s gone—completely unhinged. his lips crash against yours, his fingers gripping your chin as he deepens the kiss, his teeth nipping at your bottom lip, the metallic tang of your own blood overpowering your sense.

“never,” he breathes when he finally pulls away, animalistic as he yanks you down his entire length. “i’ll never stop, baby. i’ll never let you go. you’re mine."

something about the way he says that causes a shiver to run through your spine. “gyu—fuck, i’m so close,” you whimper, tears welling in your eyes as your head spins, blurring your thoughts. “god, beommie, i’m gonna cum—”

“do it,” he commands, so raw, desperate. “cum for me. i need to feel it—need to feel you squeeze my cock, need it so bad.”

and then it hits you. your orgasm crashes, your body locking up as you scream his name, nails raking down his back. the pleasure is so intense it borders on pain, your vision going white as everything inside you tightens, shudders, explodes.

but beomgyu isn’t done. he doesn’t stop, doesn’t even slow down. it's as if he's driven by something primal, something feral, fucking you through it. “fuck, baby, yes—just like that, so fucking tight,” he grits out.

his eyes glaze over, and for a moment, he seems distant. but then you realize what’s caught his attention—his gaze's locked on the two fresh puncture marks on your neck, still oozing blood.

“look at you,” he murmurs, almost to himself, his voice low and rough. “you’re mine, marked by me. fuck, you’re so perfect, princess. so perfect.”

he leans in closer, and you shrivel up.

his lips hover just above the bite marks, as if he’s drawn to them, obsessed with the sight of your blood marking you as his. suddenly, you feel like you're really on the verge of passing out, your body slowly giving in to the fatigue that's overtaking your limbs, almost like you're floating, disconnecting from the world around you.

it's like he knows you're there, and no matter what, he won't let you fall into it. not yet. his tongue flicks out to taste your blood again, and the sensation sends a fresh wave of arousal. your body convulses, a strained moan ripping through your throat. "n-nghhh !"

with no warning, his hot seed shoots up into you with such force it feels like it might tear you apart. there’s too much—way too much—and it’s overflowing, pouring out of you, down your thighs. but he can’t stop, doesn’t want to stop, lean body thrusting up into you as he cums, again and again, milking every last drop. “take it all, my princess, every drop,” he rasps, his hands still gripping your hips, pulling you down onto him as he empties himself inside you. "all of me."

[seattlesellie]

could you write something about bbf!ellie spanking reader

“thing”.

an: giggling cause she’d want to be all stern with her spankings but she’ll end up a pussydrunk mess. plus she’s a lil cocky sorry. mdni.

in result to being too much of a “tease”, according to ellie, (mind you — the ellie that whispers dirty things in your ear as you’re scrubbing the dishes, the ellie who walks around with a visible bulge in the front of her jeans, and yet somehow you’re the said “tease” for simply brushing your back against her front whilst conversing with your brother) you found yourself pressed up against the wooden door of your guest room, that ended up being ellie’s bedroom for the month, with your tights bunched down together around your ankles.

“you’re unbelievable, babe… y’know that?” she muttered underneath her hot breath, making the microscopic hairs on your neck quickly rise up. her entire body weight is pushed up against your back, her chapped yet somehow soft lips brushing up on your bare shoulder. she lays a delicate kiss there, one that makes you unbelievably hot in the face, contrasting her harsh grip on the fat of your ass. “i didn’t… do anything, i, i swear” you nothing but lie, which makes ellie let go of a deep, throaty chuckle. “mhm, ‘course you didnt, huh?… you never do” she croons, then loosens her grip just to form an even tighter one, one that makes your breath hitch as a guttural groan leaves ellie’s mouth. you’re a little pissed off, eyebrows furrowed down, brain-wheels turning and thinking of a way to make ellie take the blame for once — because as much as you love your little games, she seems to love them even more. “s’not my fault you’re always walking around with that thing in your pants…”

to that, ellie laughs, she actually laughs, breathy and teasing and mean, and if you weren’t the one spending each and every night in “her” bed, you could say she was straight up being a bully. “thing, huh?” she asks, and you might even think she was sounding a little offended, but you know her too well. “so that’s how you’re calling it now? a thing? that’s… funny, babe, you’re very very funny” she teases, and before you have time to think of a snarky response, she lifts her hand up and lands it harshly on the fat of your ass. you jump at the sudden pinching and painful contact, and ellie shushes you intently. “it’s not funny”, you whisper through gritted teeth. ellie deeply sighs, “i think it is though. think it’s funny that you beg for that thing every night, know what, lemme think… how’d you put it last time?”, she rasps and pushes you up even further against the door — which you didn’t even think was possible, your cheek now fully squished up against the cold wood. “think you said something like… ‘need your cock ellie’” she mocks in a high pitched voice, one that sounds exactly like yours when that “thing” is deep and snug between your slippery walls. you whine something that should sound like “shut up ellie”, but ends up sounding like “shhsthupfff el” — because you can’t even talk properly with your cheek pressed up against the door.

ellie chuckles meanly and mocks you again. “fill me up, els… please fill me up… need your dick, please give me your dick” she imitates, her voice slightly shaky now. you can tell she’s clearly turned on by imitating your pleas, and you have to give it to her, truly — because perhaps you do sound like that, and how can you not when she’s giving it to you that good? “ha… hate you”, you hiccup pathetically, ellie rolling her eyes. “you hate me now? that it? hate me and my thing?” she drawls, her voice rich and husky, and she speaks in that tone of hers, a certain tone that makes you know that she’s not buying your bullshit. although she doesn’t voice it, it’s filled with “i know you love me” — and “fuck it… i love you too”

the next time her calloused, rough palm makes contact with your ass, the slap nearly rings in your ears. it echoes through the room, bouncing off it’s walls. ellie lifts up her hand and looks at it, examining it’s redness. “shit, goddamn…” she mutters, then soothes the pain by rubbing your aching flesh up and down. she separates your globes, spits down a string of saliva that runs through your asscheeks. you flinch and try squeezing them together, but ellie doesn’t let you, she merely grabs your cheeks forcefully and crouches down to her knees. if this is a show — she’s has the front fucking seat. when she notices your thighs are poorly trembling, she nearly coos, but ends up kissing the plush of your left asscheek. “that one hurt…” you cry, forcefully biting down on your bottom lip, attempting to hold on to a precious fat tear. “take it… yeah? jus’ take it, no crying” she commands, but her voice is just as shaky and desperate as yours. “if you move…” she warns, but it really is too late because you just did, quivering knees nearly bucking and crashing down. she lands another harsh slap on your ass that makes not only you, but her as well, to let out a breathy whimper. ellie looks up as if she’s talking to you, eyebrows scrunched together as she watches your forehead softly banging on the door with a thud. “got that?” she asks, now planting not one but two harsh slaps on your ass, one with each hand. when you yelp and then moan, ellie notices a honeyed slickness covering your inner thighs, and her eyes nearly grow pitch black. she has to physically restrain herself from just saying fuck it and fuck your punishment and eating it on the floor.

“poor fuckin’ thing… this is turning you on? bet it hurts, huh?” she teases and you nod fervently although she can’t see you, and even if she could — she probably wouldn’t bother to look, not when your pussy’s sobbing for her in front of her face. although the pressure inside of your tummy is building up, in fact, ellie’s own pressure is almost ten times worse. her silicone strap is now messily tucked inside her boxers, the tip of it god knows where and the base deliciously rubbing her throbbing clit. in a sudden spurt of confidence, you shakily whisper; “i know how bad you wanna fuck me” — it catches her completely off guard, her fake sternness drifting away and landing on it’s goddamn nose. “i… fff’… fuck you” ellie stammers, pink tongue nearly poking out of her mouth.

suddenly, ellie gets up and pulls around you to face her. your cheeks are swollen, moist with salty tears, eyelashes heavy and sticky and lips so soft with actual bite marks on them, it almost hurts that she can’t tell you how fucking angelic you look because of how stubborn she is to keep up with her act. you, however, there’s no act for you to live up to, so you pucker up your lips and try to kiss her — she physically swerves you. slowly, she backs away.

“not getting any fuckin’ thing from me”

which is by the way, a total and utter lie, because at exactly 2am, you’re woken up by three knocks on your door, and a grumpy ellie with sweet puppy dog eyes, telling you that “being mean to you fucking sucks, and i woke up ‘cuz i needed to kiss you so bad”

[nina-ya]

A/N: Just a little something I wrote to procrastinate instead of working CW: Smut, AFAB Reader, Penetrative sex WC: 874

Thinking about needy Law who seeks you out when he is overcome by his urges. It doesn’t matter where you are or what you are doing; his visceral need to be inside of you overtakes all other priorities.

He walks up behind you, his presence an unexpected but welcomed interruption to whatever you happened to be doing at the time. He wraps his arms around your torso to hold you tight against him, the warmth of his breath tickling against your skin coupled with the soft pressure of his lips on your neck sending shivers down your spine. As his kisses trail down your neck and your shoulder, you can feel his breathing starting to get heavier as his craving grew. 

Law’s hands begin to explore your body, touching and squeezing every inch that he could get to. You ask what he is doing, a smile evident in your voice, only to be met with the vibrations of his voice against your neck as he whines out something about wanting you. 

He uses one of his hands to turn your face towards him and capture your mouth in a deep kiss– slipping his tongue into your mouth with small sighs and sounds of pleasure being pulled from deep within him. You find yourself turning around to face him, succumbing to the urge to fill his needs. 

His hands trail down your sides until they reach your thighs, lifting you effortlessly as he places you onto a nearby surface– a counter, a table, wherever his needs take you. He would grip your thighs and roll his hips against yours, seeking any kind of friction. The grinding builds a growing heat between you two, accompanied by whimpers that escape your mouth which would be swallowed by his own.

Desperation fuels Law’s mutterings of ‘please’ or ‘I need you’ against your lips as he grips at the fabric of your pants, pleading you to let him continue. When you give him the go-ahead, he wastes no time in discarding your bottoms.

Your hands work with urgency, quickly freeing him from the constraints of his pants. As you grasp his cock, a guttural moan escapes his lips and his forehead falls against yours. His breathing comes out in ragged pants as your teasing touch elicits desperate moans from deep within him. Law’s own hand finds its way to the core of your own desire, his fingers gliding along your wetness with focus and precision, occasionally circling that bundle of nerves that has you whimpering out and leaning into his touch.

As you swipe the head of his dick, thumb smearing his precum across the tip, Law responds with a sharp gasp and a shaky moan, his fingers jolting and pressing against your clit in the process. His hot breath against your skin blends with your own shared gasp and moans that fill the air from the lewd acts.

Law wraps his hand around yours and guides himself to your entrance, wetting himself with your arousal. With a desperate need, he slides into you, each thrust a rough, intense motion that expresses the deepness of his desires. His face presses into your shoulder, muffling his whimpers against you as he loses himself in the feeling of you squeezing him so tightly around him.

Law’s hands find their place on your hips, pulling you against him with each forceful thrust. Whimpers and moans spill from his lips, filling the air with declarations of his pleasure and need. “Fuck… f-feels so good… can’t stop,” he whimpers, his hips pounding into yours faster and harder with each passing moment. “You feel too good, I need you so bad.”

Law’s thrusts grow needier, his rhythm more frenzied and his hips slam into yours as he gets closer and closer to the edge. Your own moans fill the room along with the sound of skin slapping against skin. Each thrust sends a jolt through your body, and you can feel his cock roughly dragging in and out of you as he fervently moves.

Law’s desperate whimpers fill the air, a string of curses paired with every motion. “Fuck, fuck, s-so close, ah,” he frantically whimpers, his movements becoming more erratic. In a final intense moment, he speeds up when suddenly a deep groan escapes him as he stills within you.

The warmth of his release floods you as hot ropes of his cum shoots into you. His grip on your thighs loosens, and his hips lazily roll into yours as he rides the aftershocks of his climax.

As Law gradually recovers from his climax, his breathing begins to steady. He does not show any signs of pulling away, though. Instead, he presses gentle kisses along the curve of your neck, each kiss soft and lingering against your skin. 

“You felt amazing,” he mumbles against your neck, his voice dripping with satisfaction. His hands begin to explore your body once again, tracing patterns against your skin. “I think it’s only fair that I owe you something for that.” His hand follows a gentle path down your body until he reaches your core once more. A light press of your clit pairs with a gasp escaping you. “What can I do to repay the favor, him?”

[eccentricallygothic]

|| Days Of Sodom ||

Pairing: Dark!Joel Miller | Naive!You. 

Description: A patrol run with Joel leads you down an unwelcome memory lane.

Idea: Here.

Warning(s): Dubcon/Noncon, stockholm syndrome, unprotected p-in-v, pinching, choking, dark!Joel Miller, power imbalance, house wife!kink, somnophilia, allusions to drugging, infantilization of reader, possible misogyny, age gap (reader is in their 20’s, Joel is in his 50’s).

Disclaimer: I (sadly) do not own Joel Miller. This is a dark and mature fic so browse at your own discretion, please. Minors do not interact. 

Note: I am a fan of the videogames so this leans more towards them because some scenes are better in them -in my humble opinion- but I'll try to be as inclusive as possible. Also, minor S2 spoilers maybe idk I am not through with the show yet. I appreciate feedback <3

SERIES MASTERLIST

I

"Mmm…" Your eyes are still heavy with sleep as your face presses into the soft pillow that your fingers tightly curl around to withstand the pleasure that is already blooming between your hips. "Joel~" you shudder out sensously, feeling the man grunt huskily behind you, his hairy chest pressing into your back, as he snails his morning wood in and out of your drenched and clenching pussy, scruffy face almost disappearing in the crook of your neck to nibble at the skin.

Your folds feel puffy and worked up; as if they have been toyed with already. "Hmmm…" Joel gently fucks you sideways and his throaty hum only makes you clamp down harder around his girth and sack.

"Oh!" You struggle to open your droopy eyes -a dull part of your brain faintly wonders if you owe this state to the healthy drink you had been offered last night- but you feel just so good against him; warm and full of ecstasy tightly locked in the arms of your owner, that you let the feeling take over and push the silly -as Joel calls them- thoughts away. The delicate skin of your back tickles just a little because of the coarse hair on his chest and he creeps one hand under your soft nightgown to fondle the first breast that he can grab.

"Fuck, baby" the soft sound of his ballsack patting against the sticky skin of your ass feels loud in the otherwise quiet room when he speeds his thrusts up just a little, further twisting your leg that he has tangled around his own away from your body to grant himself wider access to you. "You were drippin' so bad I just had to go for it" his accent elicits a blood curdling moan out of you and you have to throw your head back before rolling your hips against his to deal with the a strong tumult of pleasure that his deep morning voice sparks up within you along with his body melting touch. 

“Joel!” You sensitively whine poutily as your eyelids droop once more. 

“Stop poutin’ before I give you somethin' to pout about” the warning only makes your swollen clit tighten harder around him, making the feel of his erect cock veins even more prominent against your velvet walls.

If someone were to tell you, an ambitious girl belonging to a well off San Francisco family, two decades ago that you would wound up as the little thing of a Texas building contractor who was in his mid 50s, you would have laughed at them. 

But here you are now. 

Clenching, whining and cumming hard around your captor's– no wait, lover's cock while thanking him with your broken voice before you turn your head on autopilot and let him kiss you good morning. The man gives you it even though he is not done with you just yet. His nose is flared and his breaths are heavy, his rough and scarred fingers flex across your throat as he squeezes the air out of it while his hips snap harder against yours to fuck out his orgasm. The kiss is tender compared to his treatment of your body. It makes you clench around him and as a result milk him when he comes with a guttural curse. You let out a shaky sigh as you let your body -that you didn't realize was tense until now- collapse. You push your head into the pillow and sleepily savor the concluding thrusts. 

There is a harsh pinch on one of your nipples when he has stopped and you whine before you place your hand atop his before you turn to look at him with confused eyes. What is wrong? 

“What had you whining and pouting like an ungrateful little thing just now?” His eyes are dark and his jaw is firmly set. You feel guilty. Does he not care for you enough? Does he not do so much for you everyday? Did he not save you?

You lower your gaze and drop your hand from where it cups his. “I am sorry, Joel” you whimper and wince from the grip he has on you. “I- It won't happen again, promise.” You mentally kick yourself. He is right. You don't realize it enough. You are ungrateful. 

Joel's pinch on your nipple softens but he continues to watch your face in silence for a few moments. You nervously chew on your bottom lip and peek up at him through your lashes after a bit, hoping you look sorry enough.

“Better not” you suppress your sigh of relief because it would most definitely further irritate him. He didn't like you acting like a scared little doe unless he was in one of those moods. He usually preferred you as his happy and thankful doll. “Now come here and let me taste that sweet mouth” your cheeks flush and you eagerly smile before leaning in obediently. Joel's hand abandons your nipple to cup your face. 

He is not so bad… if you follow his rules without question.

It is just the world humanity has to live in now. 

The protector or the protected. 

These are the only two vocations that keep you alive.

And you had realized yours a long time ago.

You have seen enough fucked up people before Joel brought you to Jackson with him to know that if some other man had taken you for himself all those months ago, you would most definitely not be giggling against his chest with a yawn and eyes that have glued shut once more whilst he washes you both for the day under the shower. 

"Hmm~" you pout and nearly doze off a couple times while waiting for him to dress you up. "I am starving~" you hear him chuckle from a couple feet away from you -probably by the small wardrobe of your humble quarters- as laces his boots up. 

"Wouldn't have to for very long if ya weren't such a baby" your pout intensifies and the man can't help but snort again as he carries your outfit to you now. 

You have no idea how Joel manages to find you the cute housewife-esque dresses, night gowns and accessories that he gets you whenever he goes out on a scavenge run, but they make you feel pretty and fresh in this bleak world and so you do what he likes best from you; be grateful and content instead of complaining. 

The rest of breakfast time passes with you sitting beside Joel in the food joint with one of your cheeks resting on his shoulders lazily as you keep yawning every few minutes. You manage to finally open your eyes for real this time without dozing off when Joel holds out his coffee cup to your nose and lets you savor the aroma before he makes you take a small sip. And then only a few more. Because he says too much coffee is not good for your fragile little body. 

He is not wrong.

The amount he allows works for you just fine.

Your numbed out senses -with special thanks to your exercise from this morning and probably the drink from last night- only perk up when Maria -Joel's sister in law- calls for him and he has to go to a corner to listen to her but then the conversation that started out in hushes and whispers suddenly becomes heated when something Maria says ends up agitating your lover. 

Your eyebrows furrow at the commotion that Joel is causing but you know better than to go over and inquire because that would be speaking out of turn and not minding your little girl business. So you resort to nervously offering Tommy a wave when he enters and briefly glances at you before stepping in between his brother and wife. The man has to nearly yell over Joel to get him to simmer down. You whimper from the sudden shift in the previously comfortable environment and chew on your bottom lip while waiting for the tension to subside.

Your unspoken query soon gets answered on its own when a very pissed off Joel trudges to you with clenched fists and growls out a, "Let's get." But today, unlike the other days, his words mean you are going to be assisting him on one of his patrols instead of helping out within the settlement. 

As you perch yourself on a pretty red horse behind him and wrap your arms around his waist before turning your head sideways to rest it between his shoulder blades, you try to recall the last time you had to 'volunteer' for something like this. The more you try and remember your time as patrol, the more you understand Joel's irritation. You have not done much of this. Not enough to take on a two person run. Even before coming here, you were never among the frontliners. 

And then to further add to Joel's ire, today turns out to be one of those days. 

You end up running into a hostile group who tries to attack you with the intention of infiltrating your dwelling right after Joel has no choice but to wipe out a couple stray infected because a tree had collapsed in the middle of the usual route. You sigh and shake your head at the challengers.  

Fools. 

They don't stand a chance. Joel is too good. Nobody knows that better than you. 

Wait… what?

Huh…?

Anyways.

Joel hides you and the horse in one of the many abandoned houses in a block before he razes through the idiots like the device of destruction that he is. 

You are petting the horse in the garage when the only accessible door to the house is yanked open and the sound makes you jump a little. You go to check but the pained groans of two men make you freeze in your tracks. It is only when you hear Joel tell one of them to shut up that you tiptoe to the garage entrance and peek out to see what it's all about without daring to enter the room. It is not the business of little girls and you will be sure to get in trouble if you try to make it so.

And today, you are just not in the mood for punishment.

Joel drags in two injured men wrapped up in barbed wire. Your face twists in discomfort at the sight of their mangled forms and you can't help but softly wince when he sits one of them up against a wall and drags the other one to a chair that is placed in the middle of the living room facing the wall opposite to the man's companion. There is another chair in front of it and the sight causes a twitch deep in your mind. You quietly groan and feel your knees becoming heavy. Leaning your body against the doorframe, you focus and push the thoughts away because they are definitely the silly ones that Joel does not appreciate. They always occur in this order and make you act out in ungrateful ways.

And you are his good girl.

"Now" Joel speaks once he has hauled the man up on the chair and taken a seat in the one facing it, his hoarse bringing you out of your head. "Listen here, let's focus" the man shrieks in pain when your lover presses down on something– you gasp to yourself and nearly become one with the wall as your fingers tighten around the doorframe. A knife is sticking out of one of the man's knees! And Joel has a cruel hand placed on it as he uses his other one to slap the man to bring him to a state of coherence. "Here's, what's gonna happen" as your captor– no, no! You shake your head furiously. As your lover pulls a map out of his jacket, you feel a head splitting surge of memories that you cannot suppress this time around rush through your mind. You cannot help but grip your head, your increasing body weight forcing you down on your knees. 

Though your vision falters and ears experience a mild vertigo, you can make out the way Joel's lips move through a furious blinking of your eyes. The action causes an arrangement of words spoken in his voice to play in your head and you feel as though a vacuum is sucking your body backwards until you are jerked into a void with a bone crushing jolt. 

"Now you are gonna mark it on the map, and it better be the same exact spot your buddy points to" the scene unfolding in front of you disappears before you hear a click -like the clicking in of a tape- and then a train of events begin to play before you in a warm sepia. 

[zablife]

A Night Like Tonight

Summary: Tommy is spiraling out of control after Polly's death and dragging his gf with him.

Author's Note: Requested by the lovely @runnning-outof-time with the song "On a Night Like Tonight" as inspo. I apologize this came out much darker and angstier than you prob intended.

Warnings: nightmares, mention of drinking, drug use, codependent relationship, blood, suicidal ideation, suicide

The heavy gray clouds sank further in the sky over the fields like a vice tightening their ghostly grip. His boots mired in thick black mud, Tommy found himself trapped just beyond reach of Polly’s outstretched hands. Close enough to stare into her kohl rimmed eyes, he was closer than ever to crossing over to where she stood. Without sign of tremors, his hand raised the pistol to his temple, eyes closing to greet the waiting darkness. The screams reached his ears before the gunshots, a guttural echo which pulsed through his veins like a second heart beat.

Jerking awake to a blacked out room, Tommy found himself twisted in bed covers. His eyes adjusted slowly, but his brain raced to reconcile his whereabouts as he ran a hand through his sweat dampened hair. On a shaky breath, he attempted to pull himself up, trembling fingertips reaching for the cigarette case on his bedside table.

His uncoordinated efforts resulted in a smashed lamp causing him to flinch involuntarily. "Fuck!" he exclaimed sharply, the disturbance irritating his overtired brain. Taking a deep breath, he replaced the curses on his lips with a cigarette, fumbling with his lighter until it flickered to life.

A warm, orange glow illuminated her profile beside him, the concern etched on her face unmistakable. Sinking back into his pillow, he rubbed a thumb across his forehead, the smoke from his cigarette wafting between them like a curtain. "Why were you shouting?" he muttered. She didn’t have to see his eyes to know the turmoil and confusion they held.

"It was you, Tommy,” she noted in a hushed whisper. "You cried out," she explained, drawing her hand to her lips before she mentioned he was calling for his beloved aunt.

The slow, sizzling burn of the cigarette paper was the only sound in the room as she waited and observed. With each exhalation of smoke, Tommy's chest seemed to still a bit more. The vein at his neck too ceased to thrum wildly, the way she'd seen it so often in recent weeks as he wrestled with the visions that brought unimaginable guilt.

“There was nothing you could have done,” she offered in a soft voice, draping her slender hand across his chest protectively.

The silence persisted in the inky blackness and she realized he hadn’t heard a word of her reassurance, his eyes fixed upon the ceiling. Tossing the duvet aside, she swung a leg over his bare torso and leaned in to carefully pluck the cigarette from his lips. She extinguished it on the bedside table before returning to drape herself across his body. Hair falling over him like a blanket, she enveloped him in her warmth, allowing the scent of her perfume to comfort him. Running a hand down his cheek, she confessed “You’re scaring me these days, my love.”

She ducked her head into the safety of his neck, wanting to feel his arm caress her back and tell her everything was going to be fine. It wasn't a surprise when no such promises were made. He hadn't been himself for some time. "Come back," she mumbled against his rough stubble, placing a kiss in hopes he would feel her love reviving him. But his jaw remained clenched, her supple lips meeting bone that felt like cold steel beneath her touch.

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Three weeks later...

It was late in the day when the phone trilled harshly in the parlor, disrupting her reading. When she answered Ada was on the line and she heaved a sigh of relief. "Ada, thank God. Do you have the name of the doctor I asked about for Tommy?"

"How dare you ask after what he's done?" Ada seethed, taking her by surprise.

"What's happened? Is it Arthur again or-"

"How can you be so blind? He's kept you captive in that house too long," she professed. She'd begun to weep, bitter tears seeping through the wires and causing static on the line.

"Ada, I don't know what this is all about, but I'm sure if you knew how bad it's got, you'd help. He's losing days at a time now."

"Make all the excuses you like, but I'll never forgive him," Ada vowed, the chill in her voice unmistakable.

"Please, what is this about?"

A shaky sigh echoed down her ear as Ada revealed, "An innocent boy was killed today," she paused for breath before she composed herself enough to continue, "along with with my fiancé."

The phone fell from her ear as she let out a strangled gasp, barely hearing the rest, "because Tommy couldn't keep to his own business. He had to interfere in something big enough to kill us all."

Retrieving the phone she implored, "Then you see how he needs you. He'll listen to you."

Ada hadn't visited Arrow House in months, but it was clear nothing had changed, in fact her brother sounded worse. "No," she stated firmly. "My brother can rot in Hell."

"Ada, please..." she protested, but the line had gone dead and a loud crash had her running to the office moments later.

An incoherent Tommy was surrounded by broken glass, his hands bleeding from the shards lodged in his palms. "Oh, Tommy," she cried, weaving a path to him amongst the pieces to avoid injuring herself.

She cradled his head to her chest as he lost consciousness, sweeping the fringe from his feverish forehead. She wept as she curled in around him, whispering softly, "What am I going to do now?"

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The next morning she cleared the breakfast dishes without waiting for Frances and brought the full plates back to the kitchen.

"Is something wrong with the food?" the new chef asked apologetically.

She only shrugged by way of explanation.

"I can make something else," he offered, rushing to gather the delicate china from her arms.

"Don't bother. It's only black coffee and cigarettes for Mr. Shelby in the morning," she explained wearily.

"And for you?" he persisted. "If you don't care for eggs, I'll prepare-"

"M not hungry," she cut him off, before turning to Frances and asking for her to phone the doctor for another vial of morphine.

Frances took a step closer to the young woman, lowering her voice to a hushed whisper as she asked. "Are you sure Mr. Shelby requires this, ma'am? Isaiah brought a bottle yesterday."

"It's not for Mr. Shelby," she replied curtly.

Brow etched with concern, Frances began, "I don't think he would want-"

"You of all people should know that he doesn't notice or care," she shot back, emotion rising in her throat the more she attempted to choke it down. "Let me have a little peace, won't you?" she persisted, searching Frances' face with watery eyes. As silence hung between them she finally swiped at her cheeks angrily as she ordered, "Call the fucking doctor or I'll have you dismissed."

Frances stood mouth agape as she stormed off. Hearing a huff behind her back, she turned to see the kitchen maid, throwing the plates into the sink. "He's killing that girl," the maid spat.

Frances flinched at the sound of china shattering against the porcelain, but she couldn't deny the outrage they all felt. She was right about Tommy's influence over the young woman. A healthy, spirited girl of twenty had arrived two years ago. Now she was barely recognizable.

"We're not paid to pass judgment," Frances reminded the staff as she straightened her uniform.

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Tommy gulped the last of his whisky harshly and opened the drawer to his right, rummaging through the contents until he found the small packet he'd stashed in the back. With a deep sigh, he opened it and stared at the contents. He wasn't sure why he'd saved it all this time, other than the promise it held. As he rolled it in his palm he thought of the speech he'd given Barney about a way free of pain and misery. Shoulders slouched forward, he closed his eyes to the odd sense of calm that washed over him now.

The large, glowing moon outside filtered through the thin curtains of Tommy's office, illuminating his slumped body. He'd hardly noticed the presence of another person, especially so late in the evening until she placed her small hand on his shoulder.

"You're awake," Tommy noted with surprise.

"I couldn't sleep without you," she replied, settling herself into his lap in an attempt to have a better view of what he held tightly in his palm.

Raking her fingernails against his scalp she asked, "What've you got?" A casual tone to her query in hopes he would confide in her.

However, the opposite happened when Tommy's paranoia took root. Pushing her from his knee with a harsh shove, he muttered, "This has nothing to do with you, alright?"

Tears welled along her lash line as she muttered, "Fuck off, Tommy. I never ask questions, do I?"

Tommy's body stiffened at her acerbic tone, a wounded look crossing his face as he attempted to explain. "I'm trying to keep you safe."

"Safe?" she scoffed. "What does that mean anymore?," she shrugged futilely.

Tommy held her shoulders firmly in his grasp, the intensity of his blue eyes ceasing her impatient movements. "It means I love you and I don't want you involved."

"You mean you don't want to let me in," she cried, beating on his chest with desperation.

At a loss for words, Tommy dropped his chin to his chest and she took the opportunity to grasp his hand. His nimble fingers momentarily betrayed him and the capsules fell into her palm.

"What are these?" she gasped.

Tommy's face flushed with the discovery, afraid to admit the truth. A harsh gulp followed as he ran a hand down his face, feeling the throb of his pulse within the recesses of his eye sockets. Finally the weak reply tumbled from his lips, "They're cyanide capsules." He grasped her wrist as he thought of words to reassure her.

She turned her head away from him as hot tears streamed down her cheeks. "My love isn't working anymore is it?" she whispered, voice breaking in desperation as she rejected his empty reassurance.

Frozen from the drugs, alcohol and indecision Tommy allowed her to capture his face in her hands. Searching his glazed eyes for something to grab hold to, she found herself floundering. The overwhelming need for him and her love crashing against her sternum in the form of a tenacious heart raging against rejection.

Finally he spoke breaking the unbearable silence, saying, "I never meant to hurt you. I'd understand on a night like tonight if you want to go..."

Her hand clenched involuntarily by her side, the capsules pressing into her skin. Gazing up at him she protested, “Tell me anything you like, except for goodbye. That's the only thing I couldn't bear." The dampness of her tears coated his cheek as she pressed a tender kiss to the corner of his mouth, lingering for a brief moment to savor the salty sweetness clinging to his lips.

Pulling back to gaze at him, a sad smile crossed her lips as she asked, "What do you reckon it's like high up there in heaven?" She brushed the hair from his forehead as she mused, "We might never know, but it was good way down here, wasn't it? At least for awhile...." Eyes glossy and searching for a morsel of hope, she waited for a response Tommy never offered.

Then in one swift movement she shoved the pills into her mouth, crushing the shell of the capsules with her teeth. Tommy's face registered a moment of horrified shock before he pulled her into him, pressing her to his body in a passionate kiss that took the poison from her to share it between them.

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In the morning when Frances came to open the drapes, she found their bodies intwined in a lover's embrace. "Peace at last," she noted sorrowfully before withdrawing from the room.

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[gracesimp]

Alec Hardy and reader Getting a little spicy in the office?

It's late at night, everyone is at home except Reader and Alec, who were still at the office, and Alec can't stand seeing you all day long in a new work skirt, Which shows your thighs and lets Alec's imagination flow. And he can't take it anymore.

All For Me.

Alec Hardy x fem!Reader

Smut. flith. daddy kink, dirty talk, semi-public sex.

MINORS DNI

All day. All day you had been walking around the office, hips swaying sensually. Alec's eyes had been following you around for hours, only looking down at the case files every so often in a futile attempt at concentration before giving up and looking back at you. And what was worse was the fact that you seemed to be completely oblivious.

So oblivious to his eyes wondering down your waist, accentuated by the tight skirt, your thick thighs which rubbed together deliciously. His cock twitched at the thought of his face being smothered by them. Fuck, he would give anything for that.

Usually the detective would pride himself on his ability to keep yours and his relationship strictly professional until you got home. Not today.

Eventually, he decided you were too much of a distraction today. He stood from his chair, trying to ignore the obvious bulge in his trousers, and walked over to close the blinds on the glass window.

With a sigh of somewhat relief and disappointment, he stalks back over to his desk, slouching down with a deep groan.

He manages, albeit with an extraordinary sense of self restraint, to shift his focus from you and to the papers scattered all over the table.

That is until, of course, you knock on the door and let yourself in, smiling in the way he usually finds so cute, but today he finds erotic. "Afternoon, sir." You say sweetly, holding papers in your arms.

Instead of the greeting back or even the gruff mumble of a 'hi, love' you had grown accustomed to, he let's out a deep and guttural groan.

You blink at him promptly, tilting your head to the side as you look at him. "Everything okay?" You ask, concern creeping in your voice.

"No, Y/n. No, everything is not alright." He answers, not bothering to look up at you, which makes you grow slightly anxious. "Shut the door." He commands sternly, leaving no room for argument.

"Alright.." Looking slightly confused, you nod your head and turn back around, eyes briefly scanning around the half-full office before you softly click the door shut. "Alec, what's wrong-"

"Sit down." He demands again, and you can't help the shivers running down your spine. You'd be lying if his deep, Scottish voice barking orders at you didn't make your pussy throb with need.

A little squeak escapes your lips as you timidly walk over to his desk. You place the papers on the desk and you're about to take a seat on the chair across from him before he let's out a breathy chuckle. "No, angel. Not there." Shaking his head, he pulls his chair out and gives you complete view of his protrusion through the fabric of his trousers. He nods down to his lap swiftly, beckoning you with a waggle of his slender finger. "Here."

Biting your lip, you shake your head tenuously. "I don't want to hurt you." You confess quietly, cheeks heating up.

"That's funny. I was going to say the same to you. Now sit."

Swallowing thickly, you inhale a shaky breath and hesitantly walk over to your boyfriend. You bite your lip before throwing your leg over him and sitting on his lap.

His hard cock brushes against your cunt and you let out a little gasp, Alec doing the same as he instinctively grabs your hips to keep you still.

"Fuck," He mumbles, letting one hand trail down from your hip and to your thigh. He strokes your skin, admiring the way his gentle touch produce goosebumps. "You're such a good girl. Always doing as you're told." He praises, voice raspy.

His hand stops caressing your thigh and moves you grab your chin. With gentle force, he tilts your head up so he has access to your neck, then places soft kisses all the way down.

"o-oh, my...Alec-"

"Who?" He says, stopping immediately and pulling your head back down so your eyes are on his. "What did you call me?"

You've seen this look so many times. You've brought out this look as much as you could. You lick your lips, not wanting him to stop as you tilt your head upwards again. "Sorry, daddy." You correct yourself promptly, moaning as his lips begin sucking at your neck, teeth lightly nibbling your skin. "Daddy, what is this about - oh, fuck."

He bites down at your sweet spot and your hips involuntarily jolt. His grip on your hips tighten, certainly enough to leave marks, but that just turns you on even more.

"Do you think it's funny, huh? Teasing me all day?" He asks, and if it weren't for the way his hands were starting to lead your hips on his lap, your clit brushing down on him, you may have asked him what on earth he was talking about.

"Well, I don't find it funny. Wearing a skirt so short. So tight." He grumbles, now tearing your panties off. Before he can even touch you where you need his touch the most, he pulls away completely again.

You let out a disappointed whine but Alec's face shows he doesn't appreciate this. "Do you have any idea how many men have been staring at you today? Hm?"

Honestly, you hadn't. You never take notice of any man's eyes other than Alec's. "No, daddy." You say quietly, shaking your head as you look into his eyes earnestly.

A scoff leaves his lips. But then his eyes soften immensely. "Fuck, Angel. How am I supposed to be mad at you? How am I supposed to punish you when you look at me with those eyes?" He whispers, then grabs the back of your head to meet your lips.

This kiss isn't exactly sweet. It's primal. It's pornographic. It's dirty. It's open mouthed and works to serve the purpose of reminding you who you belong to. His tongue dances with yours as he finally places a finger on your soaked core. You gasp, jolting up again at the touch, your lips separating with a line of saliva connecting them.

"Look at you,all wet and ready for daddy," He coos, and you whimper as your head falls into his neck. Tutting, he takes a fistful of your hair to delicately pull your head back up. "No, angel. Look at me when I'm talking to you."

His finger touched your clit, starting slowly and tracing little circles on the sensitive bundle. You moan loudly, and he quickly uses his free hand to cover your mouth. "Sh sh sh.." He comforts tenderly. "I know you want to let everyone know who you belong to," He says, finger increasing in speed as your eyes widen. You pant from underneath the palm of his hand. "But we can't let the office hear, can we?"

[lvlyghost]

I See You

Pairings: Ghost x F! Reader

Summary: you’re tired of not being enough for anyone

Tw: angst, comfort, reader has some insecurities about herself

A/N: just something that came to my mind at 12:00 a.m while listening to this song and that I had to write bc otherwise the voices in my head won’t shut up. not sure this is even good but oh well, enjoy!💗💫❤️‍🩹✨

Never a second look.

Never a priority.

Always the second choice.

Sometimes not even that.

You were used to your whole life.

You pick at your food not really wanting to eat. Cheek resting against your free hand. Sitting alone you sigh, today’s one of those days when you don’t feel like socializing with your team. There’s a hole in your heart that threatens to swallow you whole.

It’s a gnawing feeling that claws at your chest and stings.

Another disappointment. It is what it is. Your bottom lip slightly trembles with the memory of how it all went wrong a few hours ago.

You thought…

You hoped…

Yet again…

A mistake.

You didn’t like the guy that much anyway. No, you were completely head over heels for someone else. No that it mattered, it was never going to happen. But still.

Why?

You stand up.

Am I the problem?

Leaving the cafeteria of the base making your way to…

Where were you going?

Nowhere really. You just needed to get out of there. So deep in your self-destructive thoughts, failing to notice the three men that were watching you from the other side with worry in their eyes.

Before any of them could say anything there were only two sitting.

He found you in the armory after looking around for a while.

Arms crossed over his chest, making his shirt tighten.

You didn’t have to turn your head to know who it was. You could just sense him whenever he was around.

“Tell me everything.” His guttural voice broke the silence. Ghost cared for his team members, there was no doubt. But for some reason he had a soft spot for the small girl with a bright smile that didn’t care about talking too much. Except this wasn’t like yourself at all. He knew you more than you could ever comprehend.

“What do you mean?” You murmur, hands shaking ever so slightly whilst cleaning your gun. Eyes avoiding Ghost’s enormous frame.

“Don’t make me…”

“What’s wrong with me Ghost?” You blurt out. Slamming your gun down the table, still refusing to look at him in the eye. A shaky breath leaves your glossy lips, tears threatening to spill.

“There’s nothing wrong with you, love.” He mutters, Ghost is taken aback by your question, although he doesn’t let it show.

Shaking your head, you take a deep breath.

“No one cares for me, I- I just, I’m trying.” A moment passes. “Why are you here?” You finally turn to look at him.

He doesn’t answer right away. The mask is gone, he’s only wearing the black balaclava that he once let you lift enough to clean up a rather nasty wound.

“I’m not blind, kid. Whether you believe me or not, I sense when something’s bothering you.” He explains. “And I’m your superior, whatever’s got you like this…”

Before he can think, Ghost reaches your cheek wiping away a lone tear only to retreat his hand somewhat abruptly. The gesture surprising both of you.

You give in. Deep down, you know he’s the one you trust enough to say it.

“I just wish someone would care enough for me one day. Most people spend their lives, waiting for someone to see through them, I- I just want someone to…”

Ghost hums. Whatever possessed him to say the next words is still beyond him.

“S’alright, kid.” A heart beat. “I see you.”

[lomlhwa]

i'm trying to work (k.hj)

pairing: producer bf!hongjoong x non-idol s/o!reader

preview: it's late and hongjoong is still working on his new song. he said you could go home hours ago. you decide that maybe he just needs some... incentive to go home.

tags/warnings: genderless reader, big dick hongjoong, oral (m.receiving), under the desk head for the win, throat fucking, a lot of spit and some crying, cum eating

trigger warnings: n/a

wc: 715

song recs for this fic: she don't like the lights by justin bieber, look don't touch by odetari, seven by jungkook

a/n: it's been so long since i posted T-T i'm so sorry guys. i hope you enjoy this really quick fic while i try and get back on my writing feet <3

you pick up your phone and check the time. 02:00 am. hongjoong said he would take you home 4 hours ago. you knew better than to believe his timelines when he gets invested in a new song. you glance over at him hunched over his computer and soundboard. 

“joong,” you say quietly. he hums at you as a response. “can we go home?” you can see him shake his head. you sigh, dropping your arms down on the couch. “you said we could go home hours ago, how are you not done yet?” he can hear the upset in your voice. he just shrugs. “i’m not done yet.”

another hour passes before you’re sick of just sitting behind hongjoong and being ignored. suddenly, you get a brilliant idea. 

you inch your way over to the side of his desk. he’s so enveloped in his work that he doesn’t even notice that you’ve moved from your seat. you drop down to crawling under his desk, doing your best to not bump his legs. you don’t want to give yourself away just yet.

you settle into a comfortable position under his desk. well, as comfortable as you can get. you wait a few minutes to see if hongjoong has picked up on anything yet. he hasn’t.

you move your hands towards his pants, trying to be as discreet as possible. you tug on the waistband of his sweatpants. you manage to tug them down enough to get his cock to spring out. he knows you’re there for sure now.

he pushes his chair out a bit to see you. “what are you-” you cut his sentence off by taking his length into your mouth. he lets out a small, shaky moan when you do so. he rests his head on his hand, looking down at you sitting with his cock in your mouth. he watches as you struggle to get the whole thing down your throat.

“you’re really this desperate for my attention, are you?” he asks, cocking one of his eyebrows. you nod slightly, your mouth still full. “okay, then be good and get me off,” he says before pushing his chair back in, causing his cock to jab the back of your throat. you barely manage to fight off a gag. 

once he settles into his chair again, you start bobbing your head slowly. your tongue darts out to trace the veins that line his length. he makes the occasional guttural sound. you try your best to deep throat the whole thing but you can barely breathe doing that. 

you can tell he’s getting close when his legs start trembling. he finally stops paying attention to his work and leans back in his chair to look at you. hongjoong rests his hand on the back of your head, guiding your mouth up and down.

“baby…” he says. “let me fuck your throat.” you nod. you stop your motions, sinking your mouth down as far as you can without gagging. he tangles his fingers in your hair to keep your head still. you put your hands on his thighs to ground yourself. 

he starts thrusting up into your mouth at a fast pace. he’s chasing his high like an animal. tears sting your eyes and saliva drips from your parted lips. your gag reflex is going crazy. your lungs are crying for air.

hongjoong’s face twists in pleasure as his high creeps up on him. his thrusts get more erratic, his balls slapping your face. his head is thrown back, sweet moans leaving his throat.

finally, his high crashes over him. he holds your head down, your nose pressed to his pelvis. he shoots 4 ropes of cum down your throat. you cough and sputter as he holds you down.

when he finally lets go, you come flying off him, coughing and gagging. you swallow all his cum, not really having a choice not to. you wipe your mascara infused tears off your face and wipe your mouth of your saliva.

hongjoong catches his breath before leaning over to save his work and close his tabs. he takes one look at you and laughs. he pulls his pants back up and stands up. he leans down to help you off the floor. “let’s go home.”

© lomlhwa 2023

[ken-dom]

Kisses #48 Driver and Ken??^^

Kisses 48. kisses to shut them up

∘₊✧ Driver x Ken

∘₊✧ One nsfw sentence toward the end, kissing but it's kinda cnc, violence mentions, sedation mention, I wouldn't really call it fluff but it's not exactly smut either so... somewhere in between

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Driver's mind was heavy. He'd not long ago told a guy who recognised him from a job a bit too loudly that he would kick his teeth in, when Ken arrived back from the bathroom, yapping on and on with mindless drivel about whatever had captivated him tonight.

It was Driver of course. Driver always captivated Ken by the end of an evening, and being in a diner made no exception to that rule.

While carefree Ken enjoyed his waffles, Driver stared forward, chewing his pie.

Ken, with his bright shirt and garish enthusiasm drew attention everywhere he went, and Driver needed that to stop right now. His ears were buzzing, his skin was beginning to feel prickly, he was too hot.

He would never wish his wrath on Ken, though. He’d feel guilty for subjecting him to it, of course, but he also knew that Ken would scream, and Ken's screams tended to alert a whole town - let alone startle a tiny diner full of people. Shutting him up would need to be a much more careful affair altogether. He would need to sedate him, and there was only one way to do that.

'You have such a handsome profile,' Ken sighed as Driver tuned back in to find the right moment.

Ken propped his jaw against his fist and gazed dreamily across at his Driver. 'That means the side of your face,' he went on, fingers giving a little demonstration, 'like the shape of your nose and- mmh!!'

Kens lips were as sweet as ever. Sugar-coated with icing sugar, yes, but naturally pleasant to press against one’s own.

Driver's sly tongue found easy entry into Ken's mouth, and when Ken got over the initial shock of this new development, his tongue lapped at the mechanic's with fervour.

Driver held back a moan, reminding himself that he needed to keep composure, that he could lose himself in Ken's sugary kiss and groan, as deep and guttural as he needs to, into his doll's mouth in bed later while he ruts against that sculpted body like an animal, but for now, he needs to remain in control of himself.

His hand, well practised by now, but shaky with adrenaline nonetheless, slid up to Ken's long, thick, neck, fingers and thumb pinching at the nape as he reluctantly pulled back and pressed his forehead to the doll’s instead.

Ken had melted. Completely silent but for his heaving breaths, and utterly weak in Driver's grip. He really would let this man do anything he wanted with him.

The fingers of Driver's free hand traced Ken's quivering bottom lip.

'Go get in the car. I'm taking you home.'

[icycoldninja]

Fluffcember #6: Comfort (EC! Sephiroth x Teen! Reader)

A/N: This is a platonic fic.

You awoke to a guttural scream that seemed to come from the room adjacent to yours. It was abrupt, startling you from your sleep like a thunderbolt to the head. You leaped from your bed, dashing out the door and towards the room across the room—Sephiroth’s room. Your heart pounded loudly in your chests as you rapped wildly on the door. “Seph, you alright?” There was no response. Fearing the worst, you jiggled the doorknob, hoping that whatever was happening, you weren’t too late to stop it. After a few moments of panicked trying, you realized that the door was locked. The only way to get through would be to break the door down. Sucking in a deep breath, you prepared to slam your entire body against the door, in the hopes of forcing it open. You were just about to throw yourself against the heavy metal slab when the lock click and it slowly opened. You froze up. “Seph?” Silence followed for a few moments, before you heard a stifled sob. “Seph…” You gently pushed the door open and entered the dark room. Though you could barely see anything, you could make out a short, thin, shivering figure huddled in the corner behind the door. “Oh, Seph…” You mumbled, squinting at him in the darkness and noticing how he kept rubbing his eyes. “Did you have a nightmare?” Sephiroth nodded, sniffling as he did so. “Do you want to talk about it?” Sephiroth sniffled, wiped his teary eyes, and nodded. “Ok,” You smiled, sitting down in the corner next to him and wrapping your arms around his shoulders. Sephiroth took a deep, shaky breath, then nestled into your hug. “I dreamed that Hojo took me away. I dreamed….that he locked you in a containment tube and did…awful things to you…and forced me to watch.” His lips trembled as he spoke; he clung tightly to your shirt and buried his face in your shoulder. “I don’t want you to leave!” He wailed, tears streaming down his face and soaking the hem of your shirt. “I won’t leave, Seph.” You assured him, rubbing his back comfortingly. Why would you, anyway? The boy was like a sibling to you; protecting him was your life’s mission. You wanted to make sure he was safe, loved, and happy; you wanted to give him a family. Even if that bastard Hojo got it into his head to separate you two, you’d fight your way back to your little brother. “I’m not leaving.” You stated, squeezing him into a tight, protective hug. “I swear it.” Sephiroth nodded, body still trembling from shock and fear. “It’s gonna be okay,” You whispered, “Y/N’s always gonna be here to protect you, okay?” Sephiroth took several deep, slow breaths before relaxing in your hold. “Okay.” He sighed softly, enjoying the warmth and comfort your embrace brought him. “I love you, Y/N.” You chuckled, rumpling his hair. “I love you too, little bro.” Sephiroth let out an amused little giggle before prying himself out of your grasp. “I should get to bed.” He said, heading towards the mess of sheets and blankets that was presumably his bed. “Want me to read you a story?” You teased, helping him straighten the tangle of coverlets. For a moment, Sephiroth looked like he was going to deny your request and brush it off with the cliched “I’m too old for that” line. But as he slipped under the covers, he thought it over, a childish gleam soon lighting up those normally serious neon green eyes of his. “Actually…yes. I’d like that. Read me a story.” A soft smile on your face, you snatched up a bedtime story book from one of the bookshelves, and took a seat on the edge of the bed. “Once upon a time….”

[mykneeshurt]

Infiltration part 4

I’ve written this so it can be read as a stand alone smut fic!

Keegan x f!reader

Enemies to lovers / established relationship (kinda)

Warnings - 18+, minors DNI, smut and sex, all sex and smut - kept it vague cause I want it to be a surprise lmao

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Your breath fanned over his lips as you felt desire rage deep within you. His eyes danced from your eyes to your lips as his mouth parted slightly. Slowly you caressed your thumb over his strong chin, before tugging at his lower lip with the pad of the digit. Biting your lip you smirked at him ‘fuck I’ve missed these lips’ you whispered.

Closing his eyes he let out a shaky breath, a hint of desperation laced in within his whimper. His Adam’s apple bobbed as tried to regain any form of self-control that he could. Grabbing your arm suddenly he spun you round twisting it into your back. Hissing in pain he slammed you face down onto your desk. Grinning over your shoulder you licked your lips, ‘mmm fuck, steady baby’ you teased.

Kicking your legs open he leant over you, dropping his face close to your ear. ‘Such a fucking slut’ he spat. You wriggled your hips into his crotch ‘yeah? You gonna treat me like a slut Keegan?’ His grip tightened on your wrist causing you to moan softly. ‘What are you gonna do? Gonna make me beg? Gonna give me that cock?’

He nipped your ear before he rolled his hips into you, his hard cock grazed along your clothed slit. ‘Haven’t decided yet sweetheart, not sure you deserve it.’ He swiped his tongue along your neck causing a shiver to ripple down your spine. You arched your back, causing you to push your ass into him further. Dropping his head onto your shoulder he battled with himself, Merrick had sent him here for a reason. But being this close to you again? It reignited dull flame he still held in his heart for you. This was a toxic relationship, but was more than willing to take a bite from the poison apple.

He finally let go of your arm and dropped his hands to your waist, pulling off your belt and opening your trousers. Yanking them down revealed your perky ass to him, he caressed his gloved hand over your skin before spanking it. You flinched beneath him biting your finger to muffle the sound of your moan. He ran his finger just beneath the seam of your panties causing you to inadvertently buck your hips. He placed a tender kiss at the base of your spine as he inhaled your scent, something he greatly missed.

Removing his glove, he lightly traced his finger over the damp patch forming in your panties. He grunted in approval as he pushed them to the side, toying with your slit. You dug your nails into the oak desk, trying to ground yourself from the sudden intrusion of your senses. He ran his fingers up and down gathering your juices, placing them in his mouth he sucked them clean. ‘Never forgot how sweet you taste Nox, fuckin sinful.’

You clenched at his words, reeling from the absence of his fingers. Finally inserting his ring and index finger you let out a whimper at his touch. Using his free hand he twisted it into your hair pulling it from the root. The sound of your wet cunt filled the room as he thrusted his fingers inside you. Moaning into the table you placed your hand on his, desperate to feel more of him.

As he settled into his pace he freed your hair, using his hand to separate your cheeks spitting onto your tight hole. He groaned at the sight of his saliva dripping from your asshole to your cunt, as he stretched it with his fingers. A guttural moan exploded from your chest, it was a borderline sob. ‘Feels so good, fuck don’t stop’ you wailed.

As quickly as he started, he stopped. He ripped your trousers and panties off, leaving you bare. He pulled you back into his burly chest cupping your jaw and finally placed his lips on yours. You sighed into the kiss reaching behind you to grip the base of his skull. He swiped his tongue along your lips forcing his tongue into your mouth, the kiss was deep and messy. He pulled you closer by your hip, the pads of his fingers leaving indents in your skin.

Breaking off the kiss he turned you to face him, taking advantage you fumbled with his belt trying desperately to reach for his cock. Gripping your throat your mouth fell open, eyes glazing over with euphoric lust. Without realising what he had in his hand he stuffed something into your mouth ‘slow down sweetheart, we don’t want to attract anymore attention.’ As your tongue mapped the texture, you realised he’d stuffed your damp panties into your mouth. Effectively gagging you, muffling your moans of pleasure.

He watched as he saw your eyes light up, a sickly sweet grin broke out across his face. He nipped your bottom lip before pushing you back onto your desk, picking your belt up from the floor he wove it around your wrists. Fastening it tightly, rendering you powerless. He always knew you liked to relinquish control to him, only him.

You watched as he knelt between your thighs, his piercing blue eyes just visible as he swiped his tongue up your cunt. His tongue made languid strokes against your clit as he savoured your taste. He hooked his arms around your thighs and pulled you as close as he possibly could, devouring you whole. He lightly moaned into your pussy, not getting enough of your arousal on his tongue. You ran your bound hands through his onyx hair, pulling it tightly. Bucking your hips you tried to ride his face, trying to chase your high which you felt building.

Keegan slapped your thigh, scolding you for your actions. A muffled plea came from your throat, you’d missed this. You’d missed him. As he pulled away a ribbon of his saliva mixed with your arousal hugged his lips. Using his thumb he gathered it up before sucked it clean.

He pinned your hands above your head as he placed a kiss on your forehead. ‘Stay quiet sweetheart. Wouldn’t want Claude to hear how much of a pathetic slut you are. Would you?’ Your chest rose and fell quickly at his words as you nodded firmly. It felt freeing to be out control, for him to hold it all in his hands. Just like old times.

Rolling your bare hips on the desk beneath you, you begged, pleaded with him to fuck you. He rubbed small circles on your thighs as he took in your form beneath him, your cunt glistening in the full light of your office. He bit his lip as he unfastened his belt, pulling his cock out he pumped it slightly hissing through his teeth.

Spreading your legs wider to accommodate his thick thighs and hips he stood in between your legs. His cock was thick, but perfect in length, just the right size. Pre-cum decorated the tip of his engorged tip, you wanted to lick your lips but your panties stopped you in your tracks. Running his cock up your slit he pressed it into your clit before slowly stretching your cunt open.

Arching your back your eyes rolled to the back of your head, as he stretched you open. He gripped your thigh as he dropped his head adjusting to the sensation of your pussy. He closed his eyes momentarily as he let out a deep moan from the back of his throat. Slowly he started thrusting into you, you felt full, content, satiated. You watched as his hips pounded into your thighs, managing to get a glimpse of his defined stomach and prominent ‘V’.

Hovering over your cunt he dribbled a web of saliva onto your clit, before he massaged it into the swollen bundle of nerves. Your breaths became heavy with pure pleasure as he adjusted his angle to penetrate you deeper. The tip of his cock kissed your cervix as he rolled his hips. He hoisted your leg over his hip as he bent down to kiss your neck. ‘Fuck baby’ he growled, his voice low and demanding. His warm breath tickled your collarbone as he panted against your skin.

He rested his hand on your throat as his pace quickened, whimpers and moans fell from his swollen lips. Throwing his head back he muttered praises to you under his strained breath. ‘Feels so good sweetheart … so fuckin good.’ Standing back up he pulled your arms onto your stomach ‘play with yourself, I wanna see.’

Needing no more direction you began to press firm circles into your clit. He watched as your hips rolled, as your thighs tried to clench against his thighs. ‘Cum on my cock, atta girl.’ Feeling you tighten against him he dropped his pace to a agonisingly slow crawl. You felt the familiar but all too forgotten tightness build in your core, locking eyes with him your orgasm washed over you. Brow furrowed as you groaned into your gag, your muffled noises of ecstasy only drove him further into the abyss of his own euphoria.

Pulling out he forcefully sat you up ‘on your fuckin knees.’ You slid off the desk and onto your knees, still completely drunk on your orgasm. He pulled out your gag and slid it into his pocket. You finally took in a much needed breath as you wet your lips. Knowing exactly what to do you placed his cock in your mouth tasting yourself as you started to move. Curling his fingers in your hair he assisted your bobbing motions, pushing further into the back of your throat.

Gagging around his cock the vibrations added a new layer of pleasure to his already brewing climax. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes as he fucked your throat, he pulled out briefly, allowing you to breathe. Before driving his cock to the back of your mouth, gripping his thighs your nails left crescent moon indents in his skin. He caressed your jaw as he pursed his lips ‘good fucking girl.’

Pulling out he gripped your chin opening your mouth, ‘keep it open.’ Sticking your tongue out a filthy smile spread across your face. He pumped his cock a few more times and came over your glistening tongue, struggling to muffle his strained moans. The familiar tangy taste of his cum sank into your tastebuds. Before he allowed you to swallow he spat directly onto your cum covered tongue. ‘Now … swallow.’

He watched as your throat bobbed, swallowing the mixture of his spit and cum. Licking your lips you fixed your hair and slowly rose to your feet. Keegan pulled you into a passionate embrace, he allowed his hands roam your body. ‘Gonna be the death of me Nox.’

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[theawkwardqueerturtle]

How The Scene Should Have Played Out

“I don’t wanna do this anymore! Not for you! Not for her! Certainly not for Gotham! I don’t care.” John raved. As he broke down into sobs, Bruce quickly pulled him into an embrace. John let out a guttural wail, grabbing onto Bruce’s shirt, clenching his fists as his tears soaked the fabric.

“I know, John, I know.” Bruce assured, rubbing up and down John’s back. “I’m so sorry you’re going through this, but I need you to tell me what you know.”

“Th-the Agency…they took the blood, ruined the body. I was in my dark place, I couldn’t stop them. Harley found out…she…” A fresh fit of sobs erupted from John. “She said she didn’t need me anymore…she…she hurt me…I feel so…so…” Bruce ran his fingers through John’s hair.

“Take your time…how did she make you feel?” John shook his head, burying his face further into Bruce’s pecs as his breathing grew erratic and uneven. “That’s okay. I need you to take a few deep breaths for me, buddy.” John nodded, struggling to even out his breathing. “You don’t have to get too close if you don’t want to, but Agent Avesta and I need to find her and get the virus away from her so she can’t hurt anyone else. Do you have any ideas as to where she could be?” John let out a shaky sigh, pulling away from Bruce.

“No, I’ll find her. Alone. It’ll take me a while, but I’ll do it.” John sniffled, rubbing the tears out of his eyes, before turning to Agent Avesta with a smile. “You gotta watch out for this guy. The ol’ Wayne charm gets ‘em every time!” He turned to walk out the door.

“Are you sure you don’t want us to help you?” Bruce asked.

“No, I need to do this alone. I’ll call you when I find something.” John started to walk out the door, then paused. “Thank you for checking on me, Bruce. I really needed that.”

“You’re welcome, John. When this is all over, know you can always come to me if you need help.” John wiped a few stray tears from his eyes before walking off.

[veeisgayasf]

I wrote a short first person POV one shot. It’s NSFW.

Addicting

You, on my face, is the only thing on my mind and tongue right now. You writhe around above me as my arms interlock around your thighs, pulling you closer to my mouth. The taste of you is addicting. You’re completely drenched. Hearing you moan out my name sends shivers up my spine. The throbbing between my legs intensifies with every swipe of my tongue. I know you’re close to letting go by the complete octave change in your screams. You grab ahold of the headboard and begin grinding down onto my mouth. It only takes two more swipes of the flat of my tongue before you’re shaking and the coil that’s tightly wound behind your navel finally snaps. Hooking my arms tighter around your thighs to hold you still, I drag your orgasm out as long as I can before you fall to the side of the bed with a shaky sigh. I barely give you a chance to catch your breath before I’m attacking your neck with kisses and bites, moving down the expanse of your beautiful body. Stopping to revel in your breasts, I take a nipple in my mouth and swirl my tongue around the hardening bud, getting an automatic moan and hand in my hair. I palm the neglected breast and listen to the sweet sounds and sighs you make. Continuing my descent, I stop at your hips and bite down. You let out a squeal and buck up trying to make contact in the place you need it most. Placing my hands on either side of your thighs, I coax them open and see just how wet you truly are, and I moan at the sheer sight of your glistening folds. No longer having the patience to tease you, I dive in with my tongue. Attacking your clit with abandon as your hands tangle in my hair. Sliding my tongue up and then back down I no longer hold back; I curl two fingers deep inside of you, eliciting a sharp high pitched moan. Pistoning my fingers slowly at first, then speeding up, I begin to feel your walls clenching and pulsating. Hips bucking up and thighs slamming around my head, you let out a long and guttural cry as a particularly strong orgasm racks your body. I lap up every bit of your essence as you ride it out. After a few minutes, I sit up bringing my fingers to my mouth and look you in the eye seeing complete ecstasy and relaxation take over. Smiling, I cuddle up next to you, so thankful that you’re mine.

@daydream-cement thank you for reading this over and giving me the boost of courage to post 🥰

[maigo-san]

very late 2023 Tanjirou Day present 🎴🔥

cw smut

Kyoujurou gasped and threw his head back but not enough to crack his neck. His body convulsed as he tried his best to keep himself upward. Tanjirou pistoned into his quivering back, labored breathing matched the continuous slap of their wet skin.

Kyoujurou felt full and glowing from his core, pained pleasure to the top of his head.

“G-godd… Kamado..!” he keened, high pitch and ear-splitting. A thrust had him enough, sobbing as he braced forward.

Tanjirou ignored the splash of sweat from Kyoujurou’s curtain of wet hair and planted both heels on the bed.

“Mmm…” Tanjirou mewled, slowly gyrating deep inside him and both groaned at the feeling of Tanjirou’s cock sticking before unsticking off his wall.

“Shit…” Tanjirou half-whispered.

“O-ooOhh…” Kyoujurou heaved a shaky sigh.

Even after that second mini orgasm, his dick hadn’t come. Hunger burned in his veins; head delirious and full of lust. Even as Tanjirou reached up to squeeze his chest, it took Kyoujurou a while to realize as his brain had only thought about the spear he was sitting on. Kyoujurou pursed wet lips before loosening his knees and straightening up again.

Tanjirou shouted under him as Kyoujurou started to pull his hips and plowed down.

The motion picked up its pace soon, earning moans and gasps.

Tanjirou threw his head to the side, giving up on moving as he let Kyoujurou take his turn, impaling himself on Tanjirou’s angry red cock.

Kyoujurou shakily moved the fingers on his nipple and guided it to pinch, too non-verbal to tell.

Kyoujurou groaned at the pain.

Tanjirou’s pinch was no joke. Rough tabs pulled at the already hardened tip, nail chaffing the areola. Kyoujurou moaned at the afterburn and nestled his ass to the base before pulling up again.

He could stay like this, keep Tanjirou home and nestled between his heat as he took in the unintentionally rough treatment.

He could feel Tanjirou’s oblique muscles contracting between his thighs, his other free arm just hanging on the dip of Kyoujurou’s hip.

Kyoujurou wanted to eat Tanjirou whole and wanted Tanjirou to eat him whole too. He wanted to be so self-aware of his husband’s presence, his aura a compass.

Tanjirou scrunched his brows before his mouth opened like he was about to gag, a silent moan indicating his release. Kyoujurou kept his pace, gasps turning vocal and high.

“Kyoujurou-san, f-fuck, I’m com—coming inside.”

“Y-yeah, yeah…” Kyoujurou barely made out the word, sounded more like a moan as he felt the warmth spreading until small trails ran down his thighs.

Even as Kyoujurou slowed down, shaking like the autumn leaves, Tanjirou stayed and it threw Kyoujurou to the edge.

He slumped forward, sobbing into Tanjirou’s ear. Kyoujurou’s body was still shaking as they stopped moving, low guttural moan escaped his tired wet mouth.

Full… full… he wanted to tell Tanjirou, wanted to cry out and continue as if they hadn’t done it for two hours.

Tanjirou was the first to move again, patting Kyoujurou’s tangled and disheveled hair while the other hand pressed a hot palm against Kyoujurou’s lower tummy.

Kyoujurou hummed as Tanjirou continued to massage him, legs finally following his brain as he slid his weight off of him. He could feel the wetness.

He imagined Tanjirou eating his cum out, emptying to fill him up again.

He snorted, internally cursing his horny hindbrain and ignoring Tanjirou's questioning hum.

Kyoujurou only kissed his lips, earning a gentle smile. Kyoujurou breathed in the sex-scented room before he nuzzled his nose to Tanjirou’s, “ha—”

He cleared his throat before he started again, “Happy birthday, Kamado Boy.”