#this is a whole fic on its own 🤭

[q1ngqve]

Your aventio fic got me in a chokehold and now I'm frothing??? I'm being tormented by the same principal but with Jing Yuan and Dan Heng. Reader being the anxious babe that they are avoiding them at ALL costs outside nessasary things since they don't think that their pursuit is genuine (or that they're pretty or smart enough to be with them) Anti-stalking x 100. Like "hello??? The GENERAL and IMBIBITOR LUNE, interested in me??? Sounds fake af" but their also secretly down bad as well, and having bracelets corresponding to them at all times? A subtle marking of their claim over you by your own volition would probably stir something within them.

I'd think the general would enjoy the hunt while Dan Heng tries to not but can't help but be lured in by readers sweetness. A hidden archive dedicated to you is kept by Dan Heng and updated regularly, Jing Yuan sends his retainer to check up on you from time to time. And if they discover what the other is doing??? Would they team up? Mayhaps, and If so, good luck since you have a LION and a DRAGON, pursuing you. Isn't that perfect? But good luck, once your in their grasp you are not leaving untill the only thing you can remember is their names.

I'd find it even funnier if they got access to their fanfic reading list. For me that's sacred but for them it'd be a GOLD MINE, especially when it comes to readers kinks (praise kinks, marking??? Oral??? Oh~ breeding? Now thats jnteresting) WHAT ABOUT THE FANFICS WRITTEN BY XIANZHOU NATIVES??? BRUH READER HAVING SO MANY FEATURING THEM SAVED AND HAVE WRITTEN SOME THEMSELVES CONFIRMS THE FEELING ARE MUTUAL.

Waiting untill the perfect time, they pounce. Conveniently bumping into Dan Heng during the Lunar Festival celebrations and making small talk before the General bumps into the two before suggesting getting food to celebrate the new year's. Timidly excepting the rimvife dinner goes normally untill it doesn't. The restaurant is small yet not busy despite the festivities. (they call reader nicknames (darling) that were used in readers fanfic that make reader flush) (giving genuine praise and watching them flush. Eventually Dan Heng suggest staying at the attached inn due to how crowded it is Outside " oh no! There's only one room remaining! I guess wr have to share a room. How unfortunate." 🤔 and thus all three end up getting one conveniently large private suite.

Once the door is closed they Sandwich reader between the two as Jing Yuan and Dan Heng confess their feelings, trapping reader so they dont run away. When reader objects, Flustered and in disbelif Jing Yuan cant help but tease about their "little findings" while Dan Heng eyes the bracelets on their arms. Posessiebess blooming at the epiphany of the btacelets meanings as their vidyahara traits peak out. If the insecurities come out to? Then they'll have to make sure that reader (and their body) remembers their love by devouring them whole.

( Even better if those findings are used against reader. Awe is their darling shy? And theyre tryjng to muffle their moans and hide their face? Don't worry, those two make sure reader drowns in so such pleasure that it'll be the furthest thing from their prettty little mind)

If reader ends up cover in marks almost impossible to hide and unable to walk for days after and having to be carried out of the suite the next day? Then that's none of our business.

(Sorry if this is long, I'm frothing at the mouth and losing my mind. That aventio fic has rewired my brain in the best way possible and I need to get this out of my mind ajdbdhdindkdn)

✒️

hello anon…? you are so big brained and for what 🤭ྀིྀིྀིྀིྀི i had a good time gobbling this shit up

[sweetiecutie]

Pairing: slasher! König x fem! Reader

Warnings: mdni, dark themes, mention of drug use and cheating, stalking, obsession, König’s pov

A/n: it’s a prequel to my Fuck or Die fic, so go check it out<3 Will this be the beginning of psychotic yan! König series?? Maybe🤭

Crouched in uncomfortable position, fabric on his knees was damp from wet soil on which König was kneeling, mosquitos buzzing all over his head, all eager to drink of his warm blood - but he didn’t budge, staying still like a panther observing its next prey. Soft rustling filled König’s ears, warm breeze ruffling up the leaves of dense shrubbery among which man sat, completely concealing his bulky form.

König’s mouth filled with saliva, dilated pupils concealed the icy blue of his eyes, making them look pitch black. He swallowed hard, exhaling as slowly as he could through his nose, a spark of excitement settling somewhere deep within his stomach, watching unblinkingly through thick lenses of his binoculars two bodies swirling together.

In a building about three hundred meters afar all widows were free from curtains, revealing the insides of the house. With thumping heart König watched guy’s hands slip down Y/n’s sides, caressing sweet indent of her waist, down to soft hips and lower, finally resting on two hemispheres of girl’s plump ass. He noted how her back arched ever so slightly, pushing further into her boyfriend’s chest, hot mouthes connecting in a sloppy kiss, bright blush dusting Y/n’s soft cheeks and pointy tips of her ears.

Breaking apart shortly after, König’s sharp eyes watched guy’s lips move. “I love you” he said and König couldn’t help but snort in amusement, memories from only few hours earlier were still fresh in his head - how that motherfucker offered to give that cute cheerleader girl from his class a ride home, pulling up in an empty parking lot, not even ten minutes later his car was shaking from side to side. Still, Y/n smiled softly at his words, making König’s jaw clench. He could do so much better.

König didn’t expect much from you at first. Truth be told - it wasn’t you who caught his attention, but your boyfriend, especially where he lived. A huge house on the outskirts - closest neighbouring cottages were at best one kilometre away, making this place a perfect target for König’s next outing. So he came to studying its inhabitants more closely - a family of three - couple in their fifties and their only son. How better can it possibly get?

So König entered his usual routine - first and most important step was to learn more about his future victims, their routines and people they were close with. It was very easy with parents - an average boring life consisting of work, household and a dinner at local restaurant every Saturday. But slasher couldn’t say the same about their child.

From the very first hours König felt deep disdain for that guy. Everything about him just felt fake. A perfect son and excellent boyfriend, captain of local football team, goody two shoes who has never done anything wrong in his whole life - everyone’s golden boy, all bright smiles and promising future. The exact same one who snorted cocaine in stale bathrooms of gas stations, hands too shaky and mind too numb from withdrawal to actually process his surroundings; the one who, stoned out of his head, gladly threw himself in embrace of other women, hardly remembering sweet face of his girlfriend.

Oh, his girlfriend. Y/n - a sweet and lovely little thing, all butterflies and unicorns, never once failing to hold König’s full attention without slightest intention of doing so.

Watching Y/n has always been way more fun and exciting for him. König guessed it had something to do with her demeanour - so drastically different from his own, that attracted him so much. How bubbly and vibrant you were, making everything around you play with new colours, just like a little ray of sunshine - something König has never been.

Oftentimes slasher caught himself listening intently to you going over newest gossip with your best friend over the phone (wiretapping is way easier than one may think), your sweet voice filling his ears like honey, soothing his raging thoughts buzzing within his skull, clinging to every smallest word you said. It didn’t take much time for König to find your socials as well, spending way much longer than he should studying your pictures, breathing becoming shallow and his dick twitching at the sight of your puffy lips, often imagining how they’d look like wrapper around his shaft.

What König took special liking of was to watch your nightly routine. It was a stable and never changing chain of events - hot shower, skincare, rubbing moisturiser into your feet, shins and hands, and then finally tucking yourself comfortably in soft bed. It was nothing special, yet König craved to be a part of it. Craved to be the one applying whatever shit that was on your pretty face, to massage good-smelling mixtures onto your cheeks

Back to reality, König watched both Y/n and that little boyfriend of hers settling down in the couch, starting some soap opera on big TV screen.

Maybe now? König’s whole body froze at sudden thought. He swallowed hard once again, his mind racing, adrenaline burning through his veins at the intensity of this idea alone. Guy’s parents were out of town, meaning that him and Y/n were all alone in the house. König glanced at the black sport bag lying right next to him on damp ground, electricity tingling his fingertips - he had all necessary stuff packed with him, just go for it.

Slasher gazed through binoculars once again, blue eyes fixating upon you two cuddled up on the couch, man’s mind now filling with all the possible things he could do to the motherfucker, sight of him holding you so gently making König’s blood boil.

Reaching over to his bag murderer opened it, pulling out his mask and checking if voice changer was working still. All of König’s thoughts dissipating into nothingness the moment soft fabric of under mask touched the skin of his cheeks, leaving place for only one thing:

Soon she will be mine

[marksbear]

Heyyyy I always love you fics🤭🤭 I would like to request a Lip Gallagher X Top Male Reader. This is just if requests are open and if you have the time🤭

-💋

.Hiii Love! Thank you for loving my fics! I love lip with every single bone in my body let me tell you. Since day one I have loved that man. I'm making sfw and nsfw headcanons!

LIP GALLAGHER X TOP MALE READER

-You are most definitely his bisexual awaking.

-He'll quit smoking and drinking if you just say the word. I mean he'll go completely sober and clean if you'd just ask.

-Meet you in the school bathrooms during randoms times in the days just to kiss/ makeout or just spend time together in there.

-Likes to ramble about you to Ian. He'll talk about you to him for hours on end until he can't even say anything about you anymore.

-Doing reckless shit together most of the time yall hangout.

-Gives you an extra key to the house.

-Likes to sneak inside your house even though he could have just knocked.

-Him not giving a shit about homophobic remarks people make about the two of you.

-Tries to keep you steer clear from Frank. I mean Frank already ruined his whole life he doesn't want him to ruin his love life now.

-Wouldn't mind leaving this place and starting a new one while having a family with you. Its something that he frequently dreams about and hopes to have with you one day.

-He cherishes the days when you two just lay in bed together not even talking or doing anything.

-Making out in the living room inside the Gallagher house while crazy shit just plays in the back. The two of you are just in your own little world while everything outside of it is just hell.

-While Lip was in college you'd two would be in his dorm room studying with each other. And having breaks here and there making out.

-He secretly loves it when you walk him home especially when it's night.

-Loves pda.

-Secretly to be treated like a prince or arm candy. He likes it when you brag and compliment him in front of your friends.

-If you have a job he'll be there waiting for you to be done working. Like he'll just walk around wherever you work or just follow you around as you work like a lost puppy.

-Tries to keep you out of the family Gallagher drama.

NSFW Headcanons!

-After the two of you first fucked he was completely shocked and satisfied in the same time.

-Loves it when you man handle him. It's just something about being thrown around that he loves.

-He absolutely loves sucking your dick. Hes infatuated with it and tries to suck it anytime. And especially during risky times.

-He's into a lot of things. Like degrading, thrill of being caught, size difference, choking and rough. I mean can you blame him.

-Tries to act dominant outside of the relationship. Tries to act like he's the man/ top of the relationship, but in reality he's a slut who likes to be used and treated like trash.

-Rides your cock like there's no tomorrow. He loves holding and grabbing onto your chest as he does it.

-VERY VOCAL.

-When hes with a woman hes mild he can be quiet and loud sometimes, but with you hes LOUD. He's moaning out every cuss word in the book as he screams about how good you make him feel.

-Very much into cigarette after sex or just smoking a blunt during it.

-While he smokes he'll just blow smoke on your dick as he is about to give you head.

-Loves to call you anything you'd like. Just tell him and hours later in bed hes moaning out the name like his life depends on it.

-Likes to say you took his gay virginity.

-He likes to grind his ass down on your cock whenever he can. He'll just do it out of nowhere.

-Likes to jerk you off during the most random and worst times. You two could just be in the train sitting down in the seats he'll randomly just move his hand to your crotch palming you through your pants.

-He loves facials.

-Loves kissing randomly during sex. Something about that just turns him on so much.

-He loves dirty talk. And especially just randomly at times. You just leaning over to him and whispering the most filthy dirtiest things in his ear.

-Loves it when you mark him. It can be bite marks, hickeys hand prints you name it he loves them with all his soul. Likes bragging about it and showing people like its nothing.

THE END

[folkloresthings]

hello hello hello !!! i just want to say i love love LOVE your fics, esp the oscar ones… the one you posted a few hours ago 🥺 my heart 🥺

i saw your post about oscar requests and i thought it’s meant to be because i’ve been listening a lot to taylor these last few days! could i maybe request osc and “all of the girls you loved before”? 🤭 hope you’re having wonderful day sweetheart!! 💓

-@httpiastri

this song. this man. thank u @httpiastri

ALL OF THE GIRLS YOU LOVED BEFORE. ❨ oscar piastri x reader ❩

despite being young, you weren’t stupid. you knew millions of women would kill to be with your boyfriend. you knew that, before you’d met, he had girls hanging off of his arm every weekend. you knew he’d had girlfriends before, flings and flirtations. but for six whole months, he’d been yours and yours only.

he never spoke about his ex’s, just as you never spoke about yours. you didn’t need to — you were too wrapped up in your love for each other to care about anyone else. that was, of course, until you went home with him.

the australian grand prix meant meeting oscar’s family for the first time. it went perfectly, an absolute dream. his mother adored you, fawning over you every second you stayed in her home. you, too, were her biggest fan. she’d raised the man you loved, bringing him up loyal and kind and everything you had fallen for.

being in his hometown meant bumping into other people from his life, or his past. even the ones you didn’t want to.

“oh, hey! y/n, right?” the bar was loud so you could barely hear the girl over the music. you nodded, smiling, and took a sip of your drink.

“yeah, that’s me! hi!”

the girl smiles back at you, but its one that makes you uneasy. a judging sort of smile, one that takes all over your features. all of a sudden, you hate the dress you chose and the way you’ve done your hair. this girl is stunning, all tanned and beach waves.

“i’m jessica,” she tells you, assured. “i used to go to school with oscar.”

your eyes light up, loving to hear from people who knew oscar long before you did. you look around for your boyfriend, but he’s off somewhere with lando.

“he’s around here somewhere — have you bumped into him yet?” you ask, innocent and sincere.

“no, not yet. i’m dying to see him though.”

you engage in as much painful small talk as you can, your gut twisting uncomfortably as you concur that this girl knows something you don’t. you only relax when you feel a familiar hand on your waist, oscar’s lips pressing in greeting to your head.

“hi, baby,” he murmurs, eyes going a little wide when they find the other girl’s. “jessica?”

“hey, os!” she greets brightly, reaching across to hug him, awkward from where his hand never leaves your waist. “i was just talking to your new little girlfriend here. have you taken her to all of your spots yet?”

your brows furrow towards the girl and she smirks.

“oscar used to take me to all these special places around here when we were going out. i’m sure he’ll show you them, won’t you?”

“oh, you two dated?” you question, glancing between jessica and your boyfriend.

“yeah, for ages.”

“barely.”

the two speak at the same time, jessica’s cheeks going red from oscar’s answer. she was fighting a losing battle, and his grip on you was only getting tighter.

“me and y/n have our own places,” oscar states, gaze cold. “see you, jessica.”

he’s pulling you away from the scowling woman before you know it, out to the empty smoking garden and fresh air. his eyes screw shut, frustration pulling a low groan from him.

“shit, i’m so sorry. we dated for, like, a month when we were sixteen. she cheated a few times and only took interest when i started driving for F1,” he explains, breathless and panicked. “i swear, she means nothing. i can’t believe she tried to talk to you like that.”

“oscar, calm down,” you laugh fondly, taking his soft cheeks in your hands. he returns a pout, eyes all puppy dog like to make you melt. “it’s fine. i’m not bothered about her.”

“you’re not?” oscar sighs, relief shedding from him. “i thought you’d be… i don’t know, annoyed.”

“that you have a few ex—girlfriends?” if you couldn’t already be impossibly in love with him already, he was giving you a million reasons to be. “babe, all of those girls — all of the ones you loved before, they’ve made you the one i’ve fallen for.”

oscar visibly softens, and it fills you with so much emotion that you feel your chest seize. he squeezes at your waist, pulling you into a tooth—rotting kiss. you press against his soft, wine stained lips but he’s smiling too much into it that the kiss is lost in a sea of loving giggles.

“i never loved any girl the way i love you, you know,” oscar whispers, eyes raking over your love stricken face.

“not even your mum?” you smirk, poking his side.

“shut up,” oscar grins, kissing you again. “yeah, but don’t tell her that.”

[binniesbooks]

ahh hi my fayebae(idk is this cute?if its not I can think of another one)

anyways i thought real hard and long for this(while eating ice cream since its so hot here rn) but here's my idea!! gyu and reader are school rivals of a certain sport(u can choose the sport), let's just say boys and girls are both on the team!

they are pretty popular/well known (cos it looks like one wrong move and they would rip each other throat's out) but also cos they are both captains of their own school team!

but what others don't know, is that the whole tension and rivalry that they put on, is just an act. behind close doors well, one can say they are more than friends 🤭 seeing that after every game. they are both nowhere in sight.

(honestly dont mind switch between gyu and reader?? but u can choose who would take the lead n such idm!!) like it'll be hawt ughhh please ofc include smut!!(gyu eating out reader if possible I'm on my knees😳n anything else that is pleasurable for both of them heheh) everything else is up to u!!🤍

idk if this is any good cos this is like my 2nd ask of a fic to anyone T-T I rlly hope this inspires u <3

• LOCKED AND LOADED

BG 001 .F23 2024

wc 3.8k

pairing rival(?)!beomgyu x fem!reader

warning cursing, unprotected sex, oral sex, cum playing, dangerous activity(gun holding) (tell me if I missed anything)

faye's note dedicated to my one and only dearest Beomgyu's kitten, @babymochibeargyu here you goooo! I'm sorry for the delay, I feel bad omg. But here's a little TMI, I rewatched one of TODO episodes for this kkkkk! Plus I did my own research tooooo! But, okay, I know there's no Olympics likes this but just imagine. Omg. Kkkkk bye!

Btw, I feel like I'm being surrounded with bamtoris 😋 ❤️

2024 Campus Olympics

"And...they're out!" The crowd roared from cheers and disappointment coming from the bleachers as the big screen showed the "GAME OVER" sign.

"We have our semi-finalist! Ladies and gentlemen! ELITE EAGLES!" The crowd roared once again at the announcer's statement. You heard the deafening sound as you and your teammates stepped out from the range. The air was thick with competition and excitement.

This sport has been ongoing for years now. The sport that requires skill, accuracy, precision, and speed, is a shooting game. However, the guns used in this competition are nerfed, to lessen the power and accidents that may happen. You and Beomgyu's school had been the biggest rivals in this sport. Making it the spotlight and main event of the Camp Olympics.

"Now! Who will be our champion of the year?! Will it be the ELITE EAGLES?" the crowd cheered again, "Or our defending champions, the ALPHAS!" The crowd grew louder, you glanced at the other side of the entrance of the range. And there he was, standing all proud with a smirk plastered on his face, it was no other than your only rival, Beomgyu.

You clutched at the nerfed gun you were holding as your teammate were fixing their protective vests and head gears.

"This will be the game of the century for both of these teams! For the past 2 years, they have scored 1-1 so far, who will conquer this time?" The commentator announced. You could practically feel the stretch of the veins in their neck with the way they shouted.

It's been two years since you joined this sport, you were still a sophomore at that time. And this time, it was your last and final year to play, craving for the victor's crown. Beomgyu had been your rival from the start, making it his last and final year to play too.

Beomgyu turned his gaze towards yours, grinning at how you were practically boring holes in his head. As you line up in front facing each other's team, the fiery stare and sharp remarks on the field had all the students buzzing, and it seemed like a single misstep would ignite a full-blown feud.

"Go Eagles, we soar, we flight! United and bold, in the heart of fight!"

"Who's got the power, the strength, the drive? We are the Alphas, we thrive, we thrive!"

The cheer squad from both teams were doing their best to boost their player's determination. Showing off their respected school representative animals from banners to mascots, cheers to flaglets. The rivalry, driven by pride and competition, garners attention from everyone as both teams relish in the spotlight. The tension is palpable, with the upcoming round heightened by mutual taunts and challenging glances, fueling their status as competitors.

"Players! Lock and Load!" the rumbling sound of cheers and shouts envelops the field.

2022 Campus Olympics

"Y/n, you should definitely join, I swear it will be worth it." Yeonjun, your president of the photography club recommended joining the Lock and Load sports club. He used to be the team captain but since he and the members were about to graduate, he needed to keep the club alive. Persuading you to join and be the captain of the team.

"Jjun," his face crumpled at the name, "I really can't do that, prez. Look, I'm already in this photography club, I can't manage my time. " You sighed.

"Says the one who can stay up all night to watch her favorite movies but can't even accept her president's slash friend's request." He yapped and yawned.

"Fine!" You stomped your feet, "If you were not just my president and one of my dearest friends, I wouldn't have considered your request at all!" You crossed your arms, pouting as you hear his light laughs envelope the room

"We have a new champion! Ladies and gentlemen! Elite Eagles!" Your crowd cheered on you. This annual event is a big event for your schools. And you felt the proud look from the participants of your school. Being the champion in this sport was a normal occurrence especially when Yeonjun was still the captain. So as you turned to him, his smile was the brightest you had ever seen.

As you turn to the other side, you see your opponent's team. You can't see any disappointment in their eyes, but their aura practically screams revenge. Their team captain caught your eye. He's tall and looked like he had a pleasing personality the way he was talking to his teammates. Well, that's what you can see.

As your two teams gathered up in front for a handshake to show sportsmanship, you hesitated at the way he was smiling at you. You raised your hand to shake his, but you feel strange.

"Congratulations." The word rolled out of his mouth so smooth and sweet yet full of threat. Your skin crawled at how cold his palm was. You immediately pulled back your hand as you felt an electric sensation radiating off of him through you. A palpable tension between you ignited when both of your eyes met, frowning faces as if about to kill each other. -- That's when everybody knew, you would be the biggest rivals of this sport.

"I told you, you can do it!" Yeonjun said as he ruffled your hair while walking with your team. "All of you, you did well too, I knew you could do it." Greeting the group made them cheer and thank Yeonjun, for the support he gave and the persuasion he did.

"Are you coming?" One of your teammates shouted outside asking you if you would go with them to celebrate, but you're still not finished taking a bath to remove the sweaty scent that makes you feel icky. "I will! But go ahead, I'll catch up later." You confirmed. You heard the door closed. It was really good to have such a facility that caters for your annual school events. The big field could accommodate all of the participating schools for the event, and the participants' team themselves had their own rooms to stay in. You were more than happy, you got to experience using these athlete's rooms plus you even won the championship of Lock and Load.

You were about to leave when you stopped in your tracks as you saw someone standing leaning on the wall in the hallway. He's wearing your opponent's uniform.

"Hey there. Come with me for a while."

2023 Campus Olympics

"They're three points left behind with 2 minutes remaining! Will Alphas catch up or will they be the ones to win the championship?" The roaring crowd ignites the desperation of both teams to win.

With a ten-point difference, Alphas won the game. The victory wasn't supposed to be theirs but their captain changed plans last minute. The prideful face of Beomgyu shined bright as he walked out of the range. His grin grew wider when you were in his sight. You couldn't help but roll your eyes and turn your back to him. This rivalry between the two schools will get bigger, given the fact that you two will be playing your last games next year. The score tied at 1-1, the next annual event will be the tiebreaker.

"It's fine really. We do lose too, even before." Despite being a graduate student, Yeonjun still gives his full support to the Elite Eagles' Lock and Load team, patronizing them, especially at this event, he is also the acting coach of the team as of now. Besides, he was the reason why your school has its own team for the Lock and Load sport. He tried to cheer you up, tapping every slumped shoulder of every player.

You forced a smile at him, trying your best not to look too bad. "I have an idea. I'll buy tonight's dinner for you guys. I can't look at your droopy faces." He volunteered, gathering some "Coach, you don't have to" and "Hyung, you don't have to" as answers. "No, I insist."

When your fellow players got up to head to the accommodation room, you stayed behind at one of the benches for players near the range. Yeonjun sat beside you. "Don't be so disheartened. You know, there's still one more year for you. I know you'll make it." He ruffled your hair, giving you a bottle of energy drink.

"Replenish your energy. Then come over to the team dinner." Maybe Yeonjun felt that your silence had screamed that you wanted to be alone for a while. He put his hand in his pocket as he walked away.

"Come out. I know you're there." The same person from the opponent's team, leaning on the post not too far from where you are sitting, is hidden away from eyes that can see both of you.

Present

Your team ran through the course, earning points at each shot. For the past years, you have Beomgyu as an opponent, you could say that you can read his plans and movements. Allowing you to move and think faster than him. His teammates were quick, but you and your teammates trained yourself to be wary and not let your guard down.

"This is an interesting and intense game of the century!" You almost scoffed at the figures of speech the announcers had been using in their comments.

"Shit, that was a close call!" You muttered as you hid yourself on a stack of sacks, you were almost hit by his teammate. "Attention eagles! I can see their position from here. E7, proceed under the truck, someone's behind the wall. E5, someone just ran near your position. E6, remain seated, they might see you. Others, stick to the plan, be careful!" You quietly talked to your teammates as you distributed their tasks.

All 8 members of each team can earn points as much as they can, each shot is equivalent to a certain point depending on what part of the body the bullet hits. The suit and protective vests that the player wore had built-in sensors, that whenever an opponent’s bullets hits it, it would automatically count as a point.

It's almost the end of the round, and with 9 minutes remaining, the score was 88-67 with your team at the lower end. You're frustrated-- Beomgyu irks you so much. With 8 minutes remaining, you kept on shooting at any opponent that came your way. You did not camp anymore. Moving from one place to another. 7 minutes remaining, the crowd became louder. Your mind is blurry to think of a strategy. 6 minutes remaining, your teammates are trying to reach you but to no avail. 5 minutes remaining, you don't have much time left, you can't just remain still. 4 minutes remained, and you dashed to the opponent's base aiming for their captain, receiving a few glancing blows in the process. 3 minutes remaining, you covered yourself near the metal wall. 2 minutes remaining, the score ascended to 112-103, but still, your team was at the lower end.

The firing from others has ceased, probably killing the 2 minutes remaining to save energy and steady the scores. You roamed your eyes through the opponent's base. No captain in sight. "Shit, am I too late?" You muttered, slowly walking to search for him. You were about to step out of their base when you heard someone.

"Hands behind your head." The voice commanded. Fucking hell, you're doomed.

....

Both teams step out of the range with loud cheers from the crowd.

"We almost did it. We were so close."

"Man, that was close."

"This is my last year already."

Clear disappointment, was what you heard.

"Ladies and gentlemen! The game of the century has now officially ended! Our champion! No other than..." Your ears practically ring with the announcer's shouting voice.

"ELITE EAGLES!" Your team cheered as much as the crowd did, jumping and shouting their lungs out.

You turn to Beomgyu, one of his hands in his pocket, and the other still holding the gun. He smiled at you, mouthing a 'congratulations'. You nodded before you were called to line up and shake each other's hands.

"The annual Campus Olympics has officially ended. This is your official commentator of the year's event, Kim Jun-soo, signing off."

"Woah! How did you do it, captain? I thought we were going to lose!" Your teammates were overjoyed, but still not over the fact that you won.

"See? I told you, you can do it. And look you actually did!" Yeonjun placed his cap on your head. "Nice job, team captain."

"I..thank you." You were out of words -- no, you were out of this world actually.

"Hey, dinner is on--"

"Coach, the organizers gave me a stub. Dinners are on them for both teams." Yeonjun was cut off by one of your teammates.

Hearing the free dinner, Yeonjun cheered with your teammates. Free dinner = not a single cent to be spent.

"See you later then, rest for now, we still have plenty of time," Yeonjun announced.

...

"Hey move over, the seat is empty." Bickering can be heard from the next table in the restaurant reserved for the players. Yeonjun sighs, for three consecutive years, you haven't attended the team dinner. You are, again, not in sight.

"By any chance, have you seen Captain?"

"Oh yeah, Beomgyu is not here again. I wonder why the seat's empty."

"How many years has it been? 2?"

"Three years. He did not attend any single team dinner at all."

"Forget it, eat to your heart's content. He might not just wanna attend."

Yeonjun's head snapped at what he had just heard. Alphas and Elite Eagles have been rivals for so long. You and the other team's captain have been rivals for three years. And neither of you has attended team dinners for three consecutive years too. Was something going on? Or was he just overthinking it?

"Gyu... Beomgyu..." You whined.

"Shhh, stay still." He whispered.

"Ahh... Beomgyu..." his name rolling off your tongue so sweet it makes him feel tingly.

Your grip on his hair tightens a little bit, "More... I want more..." Your words are shaky and needy.

Beomgyu held your thighs to keep them steady, lapping at your sweet wetness. "Why are you so needy right now?" He asked sucking at your clit. Your back arched at his action. "I...I want more, please... I want you." He pulled back a little bit, just a few inches away from your dripping cunt. His hot puffs of breath make you shiver and whine for me. "N-no teasing..." Your legs felt weak. Shaking. Trembling. "But I love you being so needy, captain. I like seeing you squirm under me." Your hand clasped your mouth, refraining from moaning, the term captain gives butterflies to your stomach.

"Captain, just so you know, I love how you moan my name, I love how you make that face when you cum. I love it when you whine and whimper." His eyes are fixed on you while he's kissing your inner thighs. He watches the rising and falling motion of your exposed chest.

"Now, say my name again, will you?" He uttered, getting ready to dive in you again.

His hot and slippery tongue licked a stripe on your cunt, making your back arch once again as you gripped tightly on his sheets. "Beomgyu... Cap..captain Gyu.." you yelped, "I'm gonna cum.. please.." he likes this so much. He likes it when you beg for him to take care of you.

"Let it out, captain." He smirked as he continued tongue fucking you. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, you quivered as you reached your high. Beomgyu's bed was a total mess, from your thrashing, from your sweat, from your squirming.

"This never changed, you always taste good, captain. Ever since we were young." He grasped your waist to pull you closer, sucking your remaining cum from the intense orgasm he gave you. He sat down on the edge of the bed, just to rest for a while, but he did not expect what you were about to do.

You crawled down on him, between his legs. You look up at him as you lay your cheek on one of his thighs. He smirked at your quirks. He grabbed a gun from his table drawer. Pointing it on your temple. Your eyes flutter at him as he smiles sweetly at you. "Do it for me, yeah,?" He motions at his belt. Beomgyu owns a licensed gun, it was your gift when you two just turned 18. Probably the reason why he joined lock and load.

You carefully unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants agonizingly slow. The cold muzzle kissing your sweaty temple. You were still staring at him, he was biting his lips, abs clenching at the sight. You pumped him a few times causing him to groan at your work.

"Careful, Captain. Fuck." One hand still holding the gun pointed at you, another gripping at the sheets.

You spit on his cock, a makeshift lube, as you bobbed your head carefully. His breath was shaky and hot. Lips were now red at how he occasionally bit them from the sensation.

Your tongue prodded at his tip, trying to lick his slit.

"Ahh, fucking shit, y/n.." His hips were thrusting up to your mouth.

"Do it again. Fuck, do that again." He commanded when you stop licking his slit. One more move and he will fall from the bed.

You took him whole --that's when he lost it, he holds your head with both of his hands, still clutching onto the gun.

He was fucking your throat, your gag reflex kicking in, "Shit, god damn it y/n, I'm sorry!" Despite the apology, his movement did not stop one bit, if anything, he even moved a bit rougher.

"C-can I cum in your m-mouth?" His words fumbling, the muscles of his legs tensing. "P-please tell me if I can. I-i'm... Shit. Ahh! I'm close.." he stammered.

You hummed, causing him to lose himself at the resonance. His cock throbbed inside your mouth as white spurts of cum painted your mouth.

He quickly tossed the gun on his bed as he pulled you up to straddle him. One hand resting on your hand, the other on your chin. "Open your mouth." You opened your mouth, very carefully, not wanting to spill his milk. He pressed his thumb on your tongue, playing with his cum, as he let it spill out, trailing down to his hand.

"You always make me horny." He licked his thumb before pulling you to a fervent kiss. You started grinding on him as he kissed you with so much longing. He easily slipped inside of you with your slick still dripping on your thighs, causing you to gasp allowing him to fuck your throat with his tongue. You started to roll your hips in a circular motion causing him to curse. "Are we doing it raw again, captain?" You asked, but he dodged your answer with another question.

"Captain, I-I just came. How could you?" He wrapped his arms around your waist. You stilled before pulling away, "The stunt you pulled is dangerous," you pouted, "What if you suddenly killed me? I bought that for you as a souvenir when I went to the States. I did not expect it to be used against me." You crossed your arms. He planted a sweet kiss on your lips, "Rule number 2, firearms should be unloaded when not actually in use," he shrugged, "The magazine ain't intact." He added.

Your mouth gaped, you were dumbfounded, all this time your heart had been racing thinking about the danger that might actually happen. But in fact, it was actually unloaded.

"Damn you! I was scared to death! I thought --"

"You thought? You thought what?" He cuts you off when he starts thrusting, stretching you out. You hid your face in the crook of his neck.

"Wow, that's cheating, making an excuse to moan on my ears." His moves were unchanging, deeply thrusting in your sloppy cunt.

You can't help yourself but moan, not when he's gripping your waist to push his girthy cock deeper on you.

"Captain... Captain, you're hitting the right s-spots..." You moaned as you stayed glued to his sweaty body.

"I-i'll pull out. I'll pull out c-captain." His words stuttered as his moves also stuttered.

"Don't, please Gyu. I want you to cum inside, I'm on the pill." You buried your face more in his neck, embarrassed hearing yourself begging him to cum in you.

"How can I say no when you're c-clenching on my c-cock. Shit, I'm close." He huffed. You clenched more, you want him so much. You're desperate to feel his warm cum filling you up.

"C-captain, c-can I rub my..." You're too shy to finish your sentence, but he pulled the words out of your mouth when he started moving his fingers on your clit in a circular motion."Captain! Captain, fuck! Oh god!" You were both ecstatic rushing to chase your highs.

He restrained your hands behind your back as he started moving harder, abusing your stretched cunt. You moved closer to him, to his ears, moaning at it purposely, pushing him to the edge as he spilled inside you.

He continued fucking you and rubbing your clit despite the fact he had reached his own orgasm, overstimulating himself. "Fuck it fucking h-hurts! Fucking hell!" You can't hear any words from him other than his resounding curses until you are squirting on him. He was chasing his breath as he laid his forehead on your shoulder.

"I love this so much... I love you... You're so hot squirting on my cock.. sexy." He muttered. You pulled him into a hug, slight movements causing the both of you to wince. I love you too, Captain.." You whispered.

All you can hear in the room is the ticking of the clock, the thumping of your chest, and the heavy pants and breaths coming from both of you.

"Why did you do it, Gyu?" You look at him, eyes searching for answers. He just smiled.

"Hands behind your head." It was Beomgyu. You're doomed.

"Hello there, Miss Captain." He clicks his tongue as he stares at you. "You really wanted to win, yeah?" He added.

"Ah-ah! Do not move! Give me your gun." He commanded making you flinch, you glanced at the timer on his suit, less than one minute remaining. You handed him your gun and placed your hands behind your head again.

"Do me a favor." You looked at him confused, "What favor?" 30 seconds remaining.

"Call me captain." Short, yet precise words.

"What?" Your eyebrows furrowed.

"I said, call me captain." 20 seconds.

"Look, I don't know what-"

"Call. Me. Captain. Right now." His voice was full of authority. 10 seconds remaining.

9

8

7

6

5

4

3... "Captain!"

2

1... "Bang!" You flinched at what you've heard, he pulled the trigger! Beomgyu fucking pulled the trigger.

But it wasn't his gun, it was yours, and the muzzle was pressed on his headgear.

10 points were added to your score, a headshot is equivalent to 10 points. The score ascends to 102-113.

@binniesbooks 2024

[kaq3yma]

𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐆𝐘'𝐒 𝐆𝐅 featuring michael kaiser

syn: soft launched on instagram by the infamous prodigy

⸻ cw: slight languages, instagram au, and very short

qeena's brief note: qeena trying an instagram au with kaiser after a whole year not making it?!! 😱 ik it's super short but tumblr won't allow more ten pictures soo i guess i'll have to deal with that for now and so sorry for the pictures, theyre like the best i could find (ᗒᗣᗕ)՞ but how about a part two??? i might consider it, i might not lol idk buttt... i guess that's all for now keehee ! tell me how you feel about this one, whether or not should i continue making similar fics like this 🤔 thank you everyone, i love you, reblogs and comments are very much appreciated and happy reading xoxo 🩷💚

yourusername

❤️ 143 💬 12 🚀

Liked by thatgerman.prodigy and others

yourusername my long-awaited princess treatment 💖👸

View all comments

yourfriend me when

yourusername replies sooooonn 🤭

thatgerman.prodigy truly deserved

yourusername replies 💋💋💋

michael_k_fanpage

🤍 74.2K 💬 1,548 🚀 211

michael_k_fans michael kaiser was seen last night hugging with a mysterious woman. Could it be that this unknown woman is the prodigy's plus one?

Click the link to read the article more

View all comments

fan1 we don't know yet, it could be his mom or his sister lol

fan5 replies no shi, his mom not in the pic no more and he's an only child 💀

fan2 ITS SOOO OBVIOUS 😭😭😭 naur my heart is breakingg

fan3 that's me yall fr 💯😎

fan6 replies u wish

fan7 replies delulu is not always the solulu

fan4 if you look at it carefully, u can see me crying on the corner

mchl.kser ☑️

❤️ 1.6M 💬 52.9K 🚀 142K

Liked by lexis_ness, yourusername and others

mchl.kser well fuck it, ive been wanting to soft launch anyway @yourusername ssup mama 😍

View all comments

yourusername hiya!

fan1 replies HELLOOOOO

fan2 replies why is ur acc private 😓

fan15 replies to fan2 cus mind yo own business, that's why

fan3 replies TELL ME HOW U PULL THE KAISER BRO (no actually tell me how kaiser pull THE YOU)

fan15 replies she's living the life wanted by million kaiser glazer 😵‍💫💯🙏🏻🔥

fan192 replies adopt me pls im an aspiring model in dress to impress 🙋🏻‍♀️🙋🏻‍♀️

"Micha, why the hell you tagged me for bro?!" The weird-haircut boy snickers in amusement, continue typing away on his phone with a huge grin on his face "Shuddup, donkey. I got lots of comments here telling me I'm a lucky man." You thrash yourself beside him on the bed, grunting loudly.

"You are a dork. I got so many friends request and what am I supposed to do about that?" He throw his phone down, spreading his arms to put them around your waist to tug you close "You can make another account like I do. It's not that hard, liebling." You push his face off, murmuring incoherent words beneath your breaths "Idiot. This wouldn't happen if you hadn't tag me at all in the first place." He laughs, grabbing you back to put you beside him on the bed.

"Come on, it's fine right? You're not mad at me are you?" You sighed, not bothered to argue anymore and just lie down beside him.

"du bist süß, schatz..."

𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓 is open. all rights reserved goes to @kaq3yma on tumblr.

[hoesheez]

Morning Cuddles…

SeongJoong/AFAB Reader

WARNINGS: language, unprotected sex, slight breeding?

A/N: the first of many matz/reader fics im so sorry 🤭HELP ME I CANT STOP WRITING FOR THEM HAHA! its short but fluffy and smutty ❤️

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!

You awoke in the plush hotel bed, yawning quietly as to not wake your boyfriends sleeping next to you. You rubbed the sleep from your eyes and turned to your right seeing Seonghwa sleeping peacefully, his plump lips parted slightly. You then turned to your left and were met with Hongjoong’s back towards you, the toned expanse of his back beckoning you to litter it with sweet kisses. You had to decide in that moment who you’d snuggle up against first, who knew having two very popular celebrity boyfriends would turn into the most first world type of problem for you?

Last night was such a blur. The two men arrived at your hotel room and were on you as soon as the door was shut behind them. They were still sweaty from their concert, almost as if they rushed over to you as soon as their closing remarks were done. You pulled away with a giggle to get a good look at them, always having to reassure yourself that they in fact were THEE Kim Hongjoong and THEE Park Seonghwa of Ateez. They looked back at you, Seonghwa’s eyes still a bit swollen from his tearful ending ment. You moved to hug him tightly, “I love you so much,” you said and he hugged you back tightly. Although Hongjoong was quite the jealous type, he let the two of you have your moment and walked off, knowing he’d be next in receiving your love and praise.

“You did so well today my star, I’m so proud of you.” you kissed him and he whispered a small “Thank you” against your lips. You took his hand and went to Hongjoong, who was waiting patiently for the two of you. He lay back on his elbows, his piercing gaze looking right into your soul. “And my Captain, you were incredible too.” He followed you as you moved to straddle him while Seonghwa stood right behind you, his hands beginning to wander down your front.

After that, the three of you enjoyed a night full of heavy breaths, gentle kisses and lots of overstimulation. So now here you were, sleepy and sore, deciding which man to hug first. Oh the horrible conundrum you were in, one that you knew anyone would kill for.

Seonghwa’s hand was within reach and you thought about reaching out and holding it, wondering if that would wake him up. You knew they were bone tired and needed rest, especially after fucking you for hours after a whole concert. Then you looked at Hongjoong’s back, so much free real estate to kiss and mark up. They both shared your body so well last night, you wanted to be able to hold them both at once. You sighed and turned to Hongjoong, ready to wake him up with gentle kisses along his blemish free skin but you felt that same outstretched hand you saw earlier on your own back, trailing a finger down slowly. “And here I was hoping you’d pick me first.” Seonghwa’s deep morning voice made you turn over to him. His eyes were still closed but a wide smile was on his face. “Have you been up this whole time? Weirdo.” you teased and moved closer to him, giving him a kiss that he seemed to so desperately want by the way he puckered his lips at you. “Good morning.” he said softly and pulled you closer by your waist.

“Fucking sluts.” you heard Hongjoong say behind you, laughing into the kiss with Seonghwa. Hongjoong turned and shimmied closer to you, taking you by the waist and placing heated kisses on your neck and back. “Seonghwa you’re so lucky we’re best friends, otherwise I’d probably get jealous.” he sighed and moved his hand down to explore in between your legs. You and seonghwa giggled, knowing the two of them were waaaay more than just besties. “After last night I’d say the two of you were married but, whatever.” you teased and felt Seonghwa reach his hand down to meet Hongjoong’s.

You moaned softly as they stuffed their fingers inside of you, your right hand moving to grab onto Hongjoong while the left went to hold onto Seonghwa. Seonghwa’s mouth moved down to suck and lick at your waiting nipples, while you and Hongjoong engaged in a deep open mouth kiss. Christ you felt like the luckiest person in the whole world, feeling pleasure like this should be regulated. There’s no way this was actually legal? Seonghwa pulled his fingers out of your sopping pussy and greedily began pushing the weeping head of his cock into you with a grunt. “Still so tight even after we ruined you last night, fuck!” he said before burying his face in your neck, still sleepy and tired but so needy for your warmth. Your hands flew to his long hair where you tugged and pulled him in for a kiss instead. Hongjoong used your wetness to pump into your asshole, his slicked fingers stretching you out just enough to slide his cock in with minimal effort. He hissed at your tightness, his painted nails dug into your plush thigh. The two men worked on fucking you, their moans and growls like sweet music to your ears. You were in a frenzy now, what with trying to touch them both desperately and kissing them back to back with vigor. The three of you chased your highs together, your body coming undone with them both sucking at your neck and fucking you so deep you were sure you saw stars. You clenched down on Seonghwa’s thick cock, a near whimper escaping his mouth as your body writhed from your intense orgasm.

“Feel good baby?” Hongjoong cooed as he kissed you, soon moving to lean up and over you to kiss Seonghwa passionately. You watched through half lidded eyes as the two men kissed each other messily, Hongjoong only stopping midway as his release washed over him. “My two loves cumming so hard for me, I’m so lucky.” Seonghwa said as he held onto Hongjoong’s face tenderly, his seed spurting into you in thick ribbons.

Seonghwa held the two of you in his long arms as he lay back down, using your spent pussy as a sleeve to fuck you into his own peak. While he chased his high, Hongjoong rubbed circles into your clit, bringing you to cum again along with Seonghwa. The eldest sighed and threw his head back as he came, exposing his neck for you and Hongjoong to quickly kiss and suck hickeys into .

The three of you then lay there spent and sleepy once again, your pussy and ass full of their cum. You moved first, signaling for them to pull out as you turned to hug Hongjoong. “Fucking finally,” he said sticking his tongue out at Seonghwa, who just laughed at him. You sighed and whispered an “I love you, both of you.” to them before falling asleep in their loving embrace.

They watched quietly as you slept peacefully cuddled against them. “We’ll have to leave them soon.” Hongjoong said as he pulled you closer, his arms holding both you and Seonghwa close. Seonghwa sighed and pulled the two of you closer to him, his hands resting on Hongjoong’s lower back. “I know, so let’s just enjoy the time we have with them now, get some rest babe.” he said reassuring his leader and lover, the two of them soon falling asleep along with you.

A/N: this came to me (no pun intended) a while ago when i imagined whod be suuuuuper clingy in the morning, the answer is both! 🤭 but yeah short and sweet matz things i think about?? IS IT JUST ME WHO THINKS THIS? 😳 HEHEHE

[onlyjaeyun]

hmmm maybe smth soft??? like aftercare style or jay just looking after you and making sure you eat well/take care of yourself because sometimes you forget to 🥹

lov u so so so much

anything for my baby, am currently working on a jay fic btw and its gonna be heavily daddy!jay focused so i didnt want to write too too much, hope you like it 🤭🩷

— cw: dd/lg, soft d0m!jongseong, praising, implied br33ding

"there you go, daddy's almost there baby, you're doing so well for me." jongseong's voice is strained and raspy, moans and grunts falling past his pretty lips as he picks up the pace of his thrusts, pushing himself closer to his own high after making sure he's got you as fucked out as possible to catch his own release.

nothing you respond is coherent; you're an actual nonsense blabbering mess, cheeks stained with tears from the combination of pleasure and the pain of being overstimulated, a thin layer of sweat coating your body and your eyes constantly rolling into the back of your head with almost every single one of his harsh thrusts.

his words barely reach you, yet his sweet praise doesn't fail to make your cunt clench even tighter around his sensitive cock and at this point jay is surprised how well he's managed to last.

he definitely has really good stamina, especially when it comes to fucking you, yet after actual hours of teasing you and himself, he's finally reached his own limit.

it doesn't take another minute for him to bury his face in the crook of your neck and a soft moan of your name before he coats the spongy walls of your cunt in several shades of white, making sure to reach the deepest points just how you like it.

if it wasn't for his own strength, jjong would have easily collapsed on you from how exhausted he is, yet as soon as he feels himself softening inside of you, he pulls away and comes to sit in between your wobbly legs

"baby", he whispers softly and reaches for your face, his heart doubling in its size when you move into his gentle touch and place the softest kiss into his palm, "you're shaking, are you okay?"

you quickly start nodding as your lips stretch into a lazy smile and at the way he lets out a sigh of relief you can't help but chuckle.

"you did so well for daddy", your boyfriend mumbles and kisses you, doesn't warn you when he slowly starts pulling his cock out of your sensitive cunt, a row of his deep grunts and your soft whimpers meeting in the heavy air of your shared bedroom.

"thank you, daddy", you reply softly and place your hand on his arm after kissing his cheek, "you did too, fucked me so good."

Jongseong can't help but actually grow flustered from your little praise, the knowledge of your appreciation easily heating up his whole face and he is definitely more than grateful for the fact his cheeks are already covered in deep shades of red from all the love making to hide it.

"thank you, angel girl."

You watch your boyfriend get up from in between your legs, his own slightly unstable as he comes to stand next to the bed with a water bottle in his hand.

"drink up, pretty one", he sighs and helps you with the first sip, his eyes attentively roam your sweat covered, naked body before he sighs and kisses the top of your head.

as soon as you wrap your hands around the bottle, he quickly goes to put his sweats back on and runs his pretty hands through his messy hair to reveal his forehead to your hungry eyes.

"don't look at me like that, baby", he chuckles deeply and hands you your camisole and a fresh pair of panties, which he of course helps you put on, "you might actually pass out if we go for another round."

"I wouldn't mind that, daddy", you say cheekily and join into his laughter and let yourself fall back onto the pillow again with a loud sigh.

"daddy's gonna go and run us a nice bath, yeah? I already prepared some snacks so we gotta have those before we go in and then I can wash your back and massage your shoulders just how you like it. how does that sound, princess?"

the raspiness of his vocie is already gone by the time he comes to sit next to you again, his words coated in nothing but love and care, something g so unique to park jongseong.

"perfect, daddy", you whisper and look up at him, "sounds absolutely perfect. thank you."

jongseong gives you one last kiss before he makes his way to the bathroom, the sound of a running faucet quickly following him and it doesn't take another minute for him to come out again.

"wanna go and use the bathroom really quick, while i get the snacks ready baby?", he suggests to you and smiles when you try to get up with a soft nod, however your attempt ends with jjong having to help you get there and leave once he's made sure you're safe.

after calmly watching you eat the little fruit platter he had prepared a few hours prior, jongseong insists on making you finish the bottle of water you had started a while ago, praising you for eating so well and thanking you for letting him take care of you like this.

"you're so pretty, angel", he whispers the moment you take off your camisole again to join him in the hot water, his words making your chest blossom with love in a way only he's ever managed to, "i've never seen anyone as beautiful as you."

you instinctively pout at his words, tears actually threating to form a thick veil before you take his handsome face into your hands and pull him into a sloppy kiss.

"come on now, baby", he sighs and helps you to get seated in between his legs, smiling as soon as your soft whimper of exhaustion fills the bathroom, "there you go, good girl. now you're gonna lean back and let daddy reward you for doing so well, yeah?"

and just as usual jongseong ends the night with his strong arms tightly wrapped around your body as he tells you about all the things you do he loves or how proud he is of you for trying your best at all times. he plays with your hair and caresses your back all while littering your cheeks in soft kisses until you fall asleep in his arms and he gets to admire you for just a tad bit longer before the exhaustion catches up on him as well.

[cyberrose2001]

Hi!!! I love your works! 🥰 I was wondering if I could request a Tfp bots (Op/wheelJack/knockout) reaction to their s/o who is very sweet and shy normally who’s in uni but what they don’t know is that she’s a stripper/exotic dancer late night to pay her tuition and they see her perform and later they make her do a performance for them only and gets smutty 😏😳🤭 sorry if it doesn’t make sense my English isn’t the best 😭 (also totally not projecting at all I am a pole dancer to pay for uni and damn well I treat myself well hehe, if you ever do commissions I’ll be ready 🤣)

TFP Optimus, Wheeljack, Knockout w/ Stripper Reader

I'm so sorry that this took forever! My brain may be fried but this was still so fun to write! I'm sorry if I got some things wrong, I'm still learning how to translate choreography into words (and I know very little about being a stripper oop).

As much as I wanted these to be short, my fingers slipped and I wrote whole ass fics for each of them. So be warned, this post is VERY long! I hope you enjoy! <3

18 + ONLY MINORS DO NOT READ

Warnings: Stripper reader, mentions of alcohol use, small mention of blood, smut/valveplug, blow jobs, sticky sexual interfacing.

Word count (combined): 5,981

Optimus

Was this a bad idea? Maybe, but you'll worry about the consequences in the future. For now, you slowly approach a mass-displaced Optimus Prime sitting on a metal stool that is still far too small for his frame, who still towers over your body by a solid two feet. He's watching every step you take in every click-clack of your six-inch pleaser heels. The small portable speaker you set up begins to play a bassy remix of 'Dirrty' and 'Talk Dirty', respectively called 'Talk Dirrty'—a fitting song since you're about to lay down the dirtiest heat onto the flustered mech burlesque style.

This was Optimus' idea, after he had followed you on your lonesome to a local nightclub on the outskirts of Jasper, duffle bag in your hand. He wanted to ensure you were safe, but his curiosity had gotten the better of him, and he watched your little… performance for the locals from a side window. Safe to say, you were embarrassed once you had returned to the base at an ungodly hour, and he was, of course, still awake. But he had politely asked to see a performance of yours first-hand. And that's how you both ended up in this situation, in Optimus' quarters, door locked.

The first bassy note fills the room, accompanied by Christina's melodic voice as you flick your hair back, shaky hands dragging down your chest to your hips. A little taste of what's to come. Your hands come to rest on your fishnet-covered knees and shamelessly slut-drop a few metres before Optimus, who watches with bated breath. And in the sexiest way you could think of, place your hands down the floor in front of you and slide your body towards the floor, arching your back as you do so. It's a raunchy move, but the look on his faceplates is priceless as his optics flicker to your ass in the air.

You then move your knees forward and crawl towards his pedes, akin to a predator stalking its prey. He hitches his breath as you straddle the floor between his legs and slowly drag your hands up his pedes to his knees, and to his utter shock, you pry them open. Moving from his knees, your trail your hands up his silvery thighs, past his hips' blue plating and to his abdomen's plating, fingers lightly dipping into the crevices between them.

You can feel him shutter against your touch as you tease him, arching his back into your hands. In a smug move, you withdraw your hands from him and trail them back down to his knees, using them as leverage to push you upright. Arching your chest forward, you come within inches of his own until he has a frontal view of your barely covered cleavage. It's revitalising your confidence as you watch Optimus ogle. His frame shivering and servos twitching with a restrained desire, to which you would need to praise him for respecting the etiquette of lap dances.

"You look like you're enjoying yourself," You lean to whisper into his audio receptor before you lift your legs over one of his thighs, then the other, now straddling his waist, "Remember what I said before… no touching."

Optimus gives you a restrained whimper as you grind against his lap to the music, whipping your hair around with a hand on his shoulder for balance. The other hand moved meticulously across his chassis. This dance was supposed to be for Optimus, but you're enjoying this far more than anticipated. His broad shoulders were undeniably attractive, and his neck cabling, Primus, you could lean forward and tease the trembling mech with your tongue, but you knock back that thought. Instead, you lift yourself from his lap and flip yourself around, near bare ass making direct contact with his painfully bowed-out interface plating, and you can feel his engine rev at the move, and he makes a low groan from behind you.

"Primus," He growls as he watches you grind your ass on him. It's taking the strength of a thousand tugboats to keep him from shoving you onto the floor and ploughing into you like the out-of-control cargo ship he is. Whether those tugboats are strong enough is a matter of what your next move is.

And when you stand up to bend over, fingertips brushing the floor, he is greeted with a direct view of your backside, slick arousal and all. And within three seconds, his servos are on your ass, and he pushes you to the ground with the force of a cargo ship slamming into the shoreline. It knocks the wind out of you, forcing you to take sharp breaths.

Optimus flips your body around and settles himself atop you. The bump-and-grind music is drowned out by his harsh invents, and you can feel the roar of his engine in your bones as he lowers his helm to the nape of your flushed neck.

"I apologise for my abruptness, but I can no longer contain myself." He growls against the pulse of your neck, hammering against your skin at a speed you never thought was possible. Optimus losing his restraint and going against the rule book of lap dances was not expected, but a warm and hot welcome nonetheless.

The chair is long forgotten, tipped over when Optimus pounced on you like a big cat. And you don't care about the dance anymore. Your mind solely focuses on how his hands rip your bottoms and fishnets away. Note to self, add new pair of fishnets to the shopping list.

"I'm obliged to ask," He brings a hand to cup your chin, the gentle action contrasting his fiery optics boring holes into your own, "Do I have your consent?"

You bite your lip, an attempt to ignore the feeling of his knee bumping against your heat, which is currently wetter than the Everglades. You'd be crazy not to consent.

"Yes." You finally breathe out. That seems to satisfy Optimus as he begins to assault your neck with kisses, and you hold back a moan. So gentle yet firm as he trails them across your jawline and finishes with a drawn-out kiss to your lips.

He pushes his glossa into your mouth as he dips a servo in-between your thighs, prying them open gently. Optimus only had to press the tip of his digit for you to let out a breathy whimper against his intake, thighs already shaking, and Primus, you're wondering what his dick could possibly feel like inside you if he's already dragging you to heaven with just his hands. And you're eager to find out.

You break the kiss and struggle to keep your composure as he moves his digit gently within you, "Optimus- ah- no offence, but I think I'm - oooh - already wet enough."

He flickers his optics to your face, then back down to the hand working between your thighs. It's already soaked with your arousal, running down the palm of his hand and wrist.

"I see," Optimus says, prying his hand away from your slick. And with the same hand, he disengages his modesty panel with a grunt, letting his spike lay heavy in his hand, "However, I need to take necessary precautions of my own to ensure this encounter goes smoothly."

Now it's your turn to ogle at his junk as he uses the remainder of your fluids on his hand to pump the length a few times, and it's the hottest thing you've seen to date, despite you being a stripper. You've seen some shit, and Optimus' dick tops all of them. And he's about to top you with it.

Finished with lubing himself, he leans his helm down to the side of your head and presses the tip of his length against the folds of your pussy. Optimus uses his other hand to curl behind your head gently.

"Please, if you cannot handle me at any point, tell me."

And with a shaky vent against your ear, he pushes himself inside you. Even if you could scream, the bassy background music would down it out. But you're rendered speechless as your jaw slips once he reaches the innermost part of you. You're shaking and squirming underneath Optimus, and he gently squeezes your head as he cocoons himself around you, whispering sweet nothings and reassurances. You're already on the cusp of an orgasm, and he hasn't even moved.

Once Optimus has also regained somewhat composure, he draws his hips back and rolls them back into you. And your vision dots with stars, supernovas even, which would be a more fitting term as he grinds his hips against your own at an even swiftness. Your voice doesn't hold back this time as you let out a filthy cry against Optimus' audial fin.

"Optimus! Ahah!" You wrap your quivering arms around his helm as he pounds you into the floor. It's unrelenting, overwhelming all your senses. You're stretching beyond human limits. The music no longer exists according to you; the only melody your mushy brain desires to hear is his growls and groans against your ear as he ruts into you.

"I'm - ahh - closer to finishing than I thought," Optimus grunts, then nips the shell of your ear with his dentae, "You're… quite tight."

Despite being mass-displaced, you were about to respond with a sarcastic comment about the obvious size difference between you and him. Yet, all that comes out of your drooling mouth is a high-pitched squeal as Optimus delivers a harsh thrust to your G-Spot. To which he continues to abuse and grind his tip against.

"P-Please…" Another short thrust, and he's purring into the side of your neck, "Overload with - hgghn - me."

That's it. You're at the finish line, and you throw your head back and buck your hips up as your orgasm wreaks havoc over your sweaty frame. You're digging your fingertips into the crevasses of his shoulder plating as you let out a fluttery cry. Optimus, currently experiencing a religious experience from the sheer force of your velvet walls squeezing his spike, lets out a gravelly moan into your neck. His hips wildly buck as he experiences his overload, spilling himself inside you. It's everywhere, dripping down your thighs, transferring onto his thighs and the cold floor beneath you both.

A few glorious moments pass, a mold of flesh and metal entangled on the floor. With all the multicoloured lights cascading off your bodies, you could create an oil painting and make Da Vinci cry with how beautiful this moment is. Optimus slowly pulls out, craning his helm down to watch his transfluids spill from you. Then, like the gentle giant, he scoops his hands under your body and rolls onto his back with you lying on his chassis. You let your head come to rest against where his spark chamber is, hearing tiny little zaps and whirls as his spark slows down its beats. He places a servo on your lower back, and you crane your head just in time to see a mushy smile on his face. And you can't help but let one encompass your own.

"What are you smiling at?"

You give him a soft chuckle, "You. And also because I didn't even get to finish my dance for you."

"I suppose there will have to be a next time then, hm?" Optimus nonchalantly says before he pulls you to his face to kiss you deeply.

Wheeljack

"Thanks for the lift, Jackie." As you pick up your duffle bag from the passenger seat, you mutter and crack the door open, "I owe you one."

"Hey, anything for my favourite squishy," Wheejack replies, albeit slightly hesitant at the current location he was dropping you off, "Say, why'd ya want me to take ya here this time of night? It's kinda… unexpected."

"I uh…" You stammer, closing the door and hoisting the duffle over your shoulder, trying to think of some excuse for asking him to drop you off at a nightclub and not telling him that you were a stripper, "I work here. Yeah, I'm on the late shift."

"Oh, like a bartender? I never knew you were the one to pour out the drinks." He revs his engine, "Just com the base when you're ready, kid. I'll come an' pick ya up."

You nod and give his roof a few pats before you sundered off to the back entrance to the nightclub, hoping and praying that the rich guys were here tonight so you could get paid the big bucks. You're so caught up in your money-hazed vision that you overlook your Cybertronian Uber parking next to the building.

Gonna see what you're really up to, Wheeljack thinks, scouting the area for other humans before returning to his alt mode and settling down under a window.

-

It's times like this when you're grateful for your job. Yeah, the flow of money is hit-and-miss at times, but a night like tonight is what every stripper dreams of. Bands and bands of fresh cash stuffed half-hazard into your duffle. You could treat yourself, go all out and buy a new pair of lingerie. You could wander into the liquor store across the road and purchase a nice top-shelf bottle of vodka. But alas, most of this dough will be funding your university fees. A sad reality, but you'll do whatever it takes to graduate.

Stuffing the rest of the money into the duffle, you hear a familiar rev of a sports car and make your way to the front entrance. Most patrons had left, leaving you relatively safe to walk out alone. Not that you had to worry in the first place, not when you've always got Wheeljack looking out for you. You've grown on him, and he's grown on you. There's no denying that you've got some feelings for the wrecker, but you'll keep that to yourself for now. He opens the door for you, and you slide in. A soft sigh of relief escapes you, and you slump into the eerily warm seat. After you're safely bucked in, he pulls away from the kerb. The silence that drowns the cabin is… awkward.

"Hey," Wheeljack begins after a while, a slight edge to his voice. He then clears his vocaliser, "How was your, uh… shift."

"It was pretty alright," You fold your arms across your tank top, "Just the usual."

"The usual, eh?" You can hear a little cockiness show through like he's trying so hard not to smile, "Does your line of work usually result in a dollar bill getting stuck in your… What's that thing you females wear again? Uh, bra?"

You freeze, eyes burning holes into his dash before you glance down at your chest. It appears you missed one; the corner of a dollar bill is peeking out from the bra you wore on stage. There's no way Wheeljack would've noticed if he wasn't staring at your tits, which there's no denying because his rearview mirror is pointed downwards, reflecting your cleavage.

"I know you humans get up t'some strange things, but ya could've at least told me you were a stripteaser."

You bury your head in your hands, a pathetic attempt to squeeze yourself into a ball and hide your rosy face, but you can't because he's everywhere. There's no escaping, so you let out a muffled whine.

"Ok, you got me," You huff, any shred of dignity thrown out the window, "But if you tell anyone, and I mean anyone, that I'm a stripper, I'm coming for your aft."

"Oh, I don't intend to, sweetheart," He growls, and you can feel it in your bones, "Not if I can have ya all to myself."

"Wait wha-" There's no finishing your sentence as Wheeljack veers into an abandoned gas station, almost taking the wind out of you. He rolls to a stop and opens his door to let you out, or for a better term, stumble out, "What the hell?"

You watch Wheeljack transform into his bot mode, mass displacing himself so that he towers just a head above you, and you can see every little detail, every wrinkle and scratch. Oh my god, you need to stop staring.

"I quite liked your little routine, kid," He begins, poking a digit at one of the straps of your tank top, "But I'd like ta experience it first hand if ya catch my drift, right here, right now."

Your jaw drops, "You want me to… give you a dance?"

"I didn't stutter, did I?" And before you knew it, Wheeljack sits propped up against the gas station wall, a digit beckoning you over, "C'mere an' give me a show."

Well, there's no time like the present, you think to yourself. You cross your arms over your stomach and swiftly pull off your tank top before moving to your tracksuit pants, throwing both articles of clothing behind you. Your outfit was not modest in any regard, and you can feel Wheeljack's optics clawing at your exposed skin already. As you shakily rummaged through your duffle for your pleaser heels, Wheeljack switched on his radio, and you could hear the first beats of 'You Shook Me All Night Long' by AC/DC. You roll your eyes as you slip on your heels.

"What? Ya don't like this song?" Wheeljack chuckles, "I think it fits perfectly."

"It's the meaning behind it," You stand, the satisfying click-clack of your heels echoes off the walls, "I'd say you're looking for more than just a lap dance if I'm right in my suspicions."

"Cheeky, I like it," Wheeljack says with a shit-eating grin, "Go on then, show me what ya got."

And so, you do. You stand a few metres before the wrecker and swivel your hips to the drum beat, flicking your hair in the same motion as your hips, running your fingers through your hair as you do. As the first lyrics start, you take a few drawn-out steps closer to Wheeljack, running your hands over your breasts and down your bare stomach finishing off with a twirl. He's facing your back now as he watches you squat to the ground, hands dragging down your thighs, swivelling your hips as you do. While crouched down, you turn on the balls of your feet and give him a wink before arching your back and returning to a standing position. You high-kick and finish with another twirl, standing directly between his spread pedes. You repeat the crouch move, but you're facing him this time. In time with the main chorus, you slide to your knees to straddle the ground, bouncing your hips a few times, dragging your hands through your hair, and flipping it in a circle. You then slide your hands down your thighs and to the ground before you, slowly crawling closer to his thighs. Wheeljacks' optics had not left your frame during all this time, a small smile tugging on his dermas.

"That was impressive, kid," He nods before reaching for your hands and tugging them closer to his interfacing panel, "But I'm not blown away jus' yet. Do ya think you can help me with this?"

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you nod, hands ghosting across the bulging panel. Wheeljack seems rather impatient, so he slips away the cover for you, and the sight that meets your eyes makes you drool.

You knew Wheeljack was riled up from your performance, but this was the icing on the robot dick cake. He's thick, blue biolights run down the underside of the silver member and already dripping with precum. Half-naked, you're both out in the open at an abandoned gas station, and your dignity has already been thrown out the window. You were willing to indulge in him just for a short while.

Running your palm up the underside of his spike, you feel Wheeljack shiver. The textures and patterns are so foreign, like nothing you've experienced. Tentatively, you wrap your hands around the base of his spike and give him a few experimental pumps, drawing a few low moans from the mech above you. Feeling more confident, you squeeze him tighter and pump him faster.

"Scrap," He mutters, placing a hand on your shoulder, "You're good at that."

Smiling, you lean down and cautiously lick the tip of his spike, drawing even more delicious moans from the wrecker. And when you wrap your lips around it, he has to restrain himself from pushing you down further onto him. Living up to your 'cheekiness', you flicker your eyes to his face and stare at him right in his optics as you give him a harsh suck.

"Ah - frag - Y/n, stop!" Wheeljack half whines and laughs as he pulls you off him upon feeling a premature overload, "Sheesh, ya nearly got me there."

Placing a departing kiss on his tip, you crawl onto his lap, six-inch pleaser heels digging into his metal thighs. The music is louder from here, and you can feel it vibrating your bones, "I guess you're not satisfied just yet."

His vents hitch as you move your underwear to the side and press your very wet pussy lips against the tip of his spike, "Maybe not, sweetheart. Ya gonna change that?"

You slowly sink onto his spike, maintaining eye contact. You watch his face turn from a smug look into one you could frame on a wall. His face scrunches in pure pleasure as you stuff as much of him as physically possible in you. He may be mass-displaced, but his sheer thickness makes it a tight squeeze. You feel your own breath hitch as you take him to the hilt. He fills you up amazingly.

"Yes."

You roll your hips forward once, and you're already seeing white. The combination of Wheeljacks' spike dragging against your velvet walls and the vibrations from the electric guitar still playing on the radio strums your nervous system like an instrument. You're craving more, and he is, too, because his hands are on your hips now, and he's guiding you. He's the maestro, and you're the entire orchestra.

"F-Fuck." You whimper out, bracing yourself against his chassis as you start to bounce on his spike. Your thighs are starting to ache from the lactic acid built up from all the dancing you've done tonight, and thankfully, Wheeljack notices your struggle.

"Don't worry, cutie. I'll take it from here." He huskily breathes out before his grip on your hips tightens, and he bucks up into you. As he does, you fall forward flat on his chassis, cheek squishing against him as he proceeds to fuck you like his spark depends on it.

"Oh fuck!" You cry out, bringing a hand to cover your mouth in a pathetic attempt to muffle your moans. But nothing can silence the lewd sound of metal slapping against skin, not even the rock music, which has now clicked over to 'Pour Some Sugar On Me', and you'll never think of this song again without getting absolutely turned on.

"Take your - hggff - hand off. I wanna hear ya," Wheeljack growls as he grips the hand covering your mouth and forcefully removes it, "Y'know, maybe I can taste ya instead."

Within what seems like a nano-second, he wraps his arms around your midsection and smashes his dermas into yours. He presses his glossa against your tongue in a fight for dominance, and you're forced to surrender as he slams his spike so deep in your pussy you see galaxies, crying out into his intake.

"Oh, frag-"He murmurs into your mouth, keeping a death grip on your midsection, "Keep squeezing me like that kid, and I'm gonna-"

He's gone. Thrown into the deep end of his overload, he presses himself as deeply as physically possible and releases his transfluids inside you. You choke on his glossa at the delicious sensation of being stuffed full, and it triggers your own orgasm. You break the kiss and bury your head in the crook of his neck as your body shakes, crying out in utter euphoria as he bucks his hips to help ride out the shared orgasm. You can hear Wheeljacks' spark spasming in rhythm with his throbbing spike gushing in your tight walls.

"Frag…" He shakily ex-vents, holding you against his chassis, "You've certainly impressed me now, kid."

You're too exhausted to give him a cohesive reply, opting for a string of whines. You're also too focused on the sheer amount of fluids you can feel dripping between your thighs. He gives you a chuckle and presses a loving kiss to your temple, utterly amused at your dopey post-orgasmic bliss.

"You're so fraggin' adorable."

Knockout

There was nothing more refreshing to Knockout than clocking up speeds that could blow up a regular v8 engine along the winding rural roads of Jasper. It's freeing. It's elating. All heightened by the fact that he knows he shouldn't be out here in the first place. But there's nothing a little manipulation and the tugging of a few strings can't do to convince Megatron that he had good reason to be zipping around.

In the distance, he notices a peculiar establishment with bright neon lights surrounding the exterior. Strange, he's never seen such a place before. Knockout slows down, rolls into the parking lot, and is greeted with the muted sounds of music coming from inside. All the humans seem to be in there, so he transforms into his bot mode and crouches down to a window to take a peek. He notices some usual human behaviour, some drunk people, some cheering and throwing bits of paper at what seems to be a stage with a metal pole in the centre.

But it's not just the metal pole they're throwing currency at. No, they're tossing it towards a very under-dressed human hugging the pole, swinging around like an erotic firefighter he's seen in a movie once. Although, he's never seen a firefighter do that with their near bare ass. Conflicting feelings start to arise in Knockout, knowing that he shouldn't be out here and definitely should not be this fascinated by a human. But a part of him needs to meddle with this… alluring human.

-

"Wait, you want me to do what?"

It had been a regular night for you. You went to work, danced in front of an eager crowd, collected your cash and went home, is what you would say if a two-story alien robot hadn't grabbed you with a pair of extra sharp talons and transported you to god knows where. All you know so far is that through your screeching and thrashing around, you noticed that you were on a ship of some kind in a small room that was freezing cold. You had zero time to change out of your stripper wear and into something warmer before you were zipped away. And this red metal bastard sitting in front of you dares to ask you to perform for him, even though you find him mildly attractive in an unorthodox way.

"I know you heard me, squishy," The giant says with a toothy sneer, "Usually, I find your species rather obnoxious. Pityfull even, especially those other humans fawning over you like a scraplet in heat."

You have no idea what a scrapet is, but you ignore the strange synonym and probe him further, "If you hate us so much, why kidnap one? Wouldn't you prefer not to have a human here in your… quarters, I'm assuming?"

"That doesn't concern you." You swear you could see his face tint a slight blue, "Besides, wouldn't you prefer a little more excitement in your minuscule lifespan?"

Ok, he's got you there. Not every day you get to be kidnapped by an alien robot, let alone a hot one that wants you to give him a lap dance. You weigh your options, give him a dance, or he may step on you. Preferring not to be butchered today, you sigh in defeat.

"Alright, I'll give you what you want," You cross your arms and tap your heel on the floor, "But after, are you gonna let me go or…"

He holds his talons to his face as if checking his non-existent manicure before giving you the most sultry stare with his glowing red eyes, "That, my dear fleshy, entirely depends on whether you deliver or not."

You choose to ignore the heat that instantly pooled into your lower stomach and whip out your phone. No cell signal… even if you wanted to call for help, there's no way to do so. Glancing up at the mech still seated before you, you shakily scroll through your playlist and press play. 'I'm A Slave 4 U' pretty much sums up your current circumstance. How ironic.

You do what you know best, scrapping together any little confidence from the bottom of the barrel and just going for it because your life is potentially on the line. Your sway your hips, exaggerating your movements as much as possible. Hands exploring your own body and running them through your hair. You feel sexy as fuck, and you most likely look like it, too, because the look this robot is giving you is enough to sear holes into the surface of the sun. His eyes drag over every exposed inch of your body, and his lips are pressed in a line with a slight tug at one of the corners.

You finish with a dramatic split to the floor, then slide to your hands and knees and crawl towards the red mech. For some reason, he appears smaller than when you had started, but you decide not to dwell on it and regard it as a strange quirk of an alien.

"My, that was very entertaining," He grins, bringing a pointy digit to drag under your chin, the sensation making your eyes water, "But I seem to have a little… problem if you are willing to indulge me."

You quirk your head, "Uh… what kind of problem?"

With a smirk, he brings his other hand to the plating between his spread legs and fiddles underneath them. With a clang, the plating falls away. It reveals a very erect phallic object resembling a dick if it were created from metal.

Oh, that kind of problem.

He leans back against the wall and rests his forearm on a bent knee, looking like a poser straight out of a porn mag. You swallow heavily as it's your turn to rake your eyes over his frame, wide eyes landing on the throbbing silver mass resting on his hip. This is wrong on so many levels, but you don't seem to resist as you extend your hand to brush your fingertips on the underside of his cock. His breath hitches as you do so.

"Eager already. I knew you wouldn't be able to resist. You humans are all the same," He pinches your cheeks with the hand still touching your face, "Go on, I don't have all night."

Bastard. It seems to you that he's the eager one because he draws your face closer to his cock that it now pokes into your cheek. It's oddly warm with a slight metallic smell, and now all you're thinking about is how it tastes. This is wrong. You grip his cock in your hand and slip the tip into your mouth, circling the tip a few times to collect the tiny drops of precum on your tongue. So very wrong.

He shivers, his grip moving from your cheeks to the top of your head. His fingers are sharp against your scalp, but you don't care. You're going to give this alien what he wanted and more. You want to blow his circuits for kidnapping you. With this in mind, you push his dick past your throat and take him to the hilt, causing him to buck into your mouth. Your eyes are watering again, threatening to spill out onto your cheeks.

"Scrap!" He whines before gripping your hair and ripping you off his dick. Harsh ex-vents blow onto your body, "You almost caused an overload!"

You're assuming that's the robot equivalent of an orgasm. You smirk, "That was the plan."

He huffs, "Well if that's how you want to play, I'll have to make you overload first."

He pounces, and you fall on your back with an oof, sharp talons clawing at your pants, ripping them clean off. He moves one hand and pins your arms above your head, and the other drags across your thighs to your embarrassingly wet folds. You pray to god he doesn't poke you.

"Pfft, by the amount of fluids accumulating down there, it seems like you are enjoying this." He scoffs, rolling his thumb around your clit, sending jolts of electric shocks up your spine, "I'm right, aren't I?"

Your head lulls to the side, allowing the mech to give you direct access to your neck. He hums, leaning down to give you pecks and love bites. How strangely gentle of him, "Just - guh - hurry up."

You can feel him smile against your collarbone, "Alright, if you say so~"

He removes his thumb and replaces it with something much more significant in size. It's pressing right against your entrance, and oh my god, it's pushing inside you. You throw your head back and clench your hands in his grip as he pushes the rest of his length inside you. It's throbbing against your walls as he seems to display some restraint to not fuck you into the floor at the first instance.

"My, you feel… very tight, dearie." His hips are flush against your own now, and all you can do is squirm as you feel him pressing against your cervix, which you're sure is about to be ruined.

He draws his hips back and re-enters you, and your vision goes white. It's slow pace at first, an agonisingly slow pace. Most likely to prevent his own orgasm and to draw you as close to the edge as possible. The bumps and ridges along his cock drag across your walls mind-numbingly, and you're not sure how long you will last.

The pace picks up until he slams you into the floor with every rut of his hips, abusing your G-Spot un relentlessly. The hand that wasn't trapping your arms is now gripping the plush flesh of your hip, aiding him in his thrusts. His little mewls and praises were unexpected but delightful against your ear, and they only drew you closer to finishing.

"I - haAHH - never got your - hggnh - name." You stutter out as he send a particularly harsh thrust, arching your back into his chassis.

"Knockout, dearie." He grunts, claws digging into your hips deep enough to draw blood, "And I - hffgh - expect you to scream it."

That was it. Knockout only had to slam into your aching pussy a few more times before your orgasm knocks you off the cliff. You cry out his name, as ordered, as your walls strangle his cock. He yelps against your neck as he unleashes a disturbing amount of cum inside you, rutting into you in jagged thrusts as he rides out his own. You can feel it dripping down your inner thighs as your soft body fails to accommodate even a fraction of the amount. Legs quivering, he slowly draws his cock out, admiring your hole as the rest gushes out.

"Well, wasn't that exciting?" Knockout gives you a toothy smirk, lazily grinding his cock across your folds, "I think I'll keep you around, sweetheart."

No average person would be happy with that. Still, after tonight, you're very welcome to the idea of being a personal strip teaser for a devilishly hot alien robot.

[sorryimananti-romantic]

You always write the most out of the box plots and plot twists like I think I'm getting somewhere and bam! Something else happens that I would have seen coming if I wasn't so dumb 🤭 Thank you for writing actual stories and actual plots for Ateez! I'm sure you could take any of your fics and publish it as its own book. All of them have the potential.

(If you have been charmed by my flattery, might I get a hint of what's next in store? Simply cannot wait.)

-🦄

omgg ahhaha thank you :')) no you're not dumb dw lol it happens! thank you for the love!

i hope i can keep writing actual stories/plots for ateez dfghjkfhg that's honestly the highest compliment i can receive so thank you sooo much <33 this brain isn't running out of plots for my eight gay pirates anytime soon hehe (there is honestly such a lack of actual stories and plots lately in general)

since i have been charmed, but not enough to spill the whole tea (kidding i just don't want to spoil anything imp):

Light (oneshot) ??seonghwa x ??reader (try guessing the trope you'll fail) also i've just started this (5k done) and i just hope i can finish it smoothly it's a tough one ngl

The Leaders (series) mafia au, very political, very plot heavt, kinda dark, slow burn, 80k words done and we're like only barely 40% into it oops (i think now is the time to reveal that it is indeed ot8? since i'm spoiling might drop some sort of a teaser soon once i cross that 50% threshold)

[divine-knight-hand]

Night of The Maneater

Part 2: The Catch

Part One || Michael Masterlist || Full Masterlist || Read on AO3 Halloween Triple Feature Masterlist

Pairing: Michael Afton x Ghostface!Female Reader

Summary: The games are over, and The Maneater has laid claim to her prize. Now, it would seem she wants to play a new game with her catch of the night...

Content Warnings: Light bondage, slight knife kink, stalker kink, unprotected sex, Dom!Reader, Sub!Michael, edging, pleasure crying, begging, praise

Notes: This is the first time I’ve written a fic in second person. I usually write in first person, but I figured it was time for a refreshing change. Well, that and I didn’t feel like switching POVs, so now we have this. Enjoy!

Also, I didn’t realize when scheduling the post for this, but happy FNAF movie day!!! How convenient was my timing? Hehehe! 🤭

Word Count: 2,378

Dividers by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more

Michael woke up in his own bedroom. The back of his head still throbbed, and he even felt a little dizzy as the haze of sleep threatened to pull him back under.

He was seated at the head of his bed, convinced the whole experience he had with The Maneater was just a bad dream until he tried to move his arms. He was handcuffed to the headboard behind him, his arms bound behind his back.

“Rise and shine~” The ghost-faced figure entered the bedroom with an air of sinister excitement contrary to her mask–which was stuck in a silent scream exaggerated by its elongated mouth and stretched jaw–and her body was draped in the dark fabrics of a tattered black cloak, leaving most of her figure to the imagination.

She strolled into the room holding Michael’s long abandoned bowl of popcorn. “I hope you don’t mind. I got a little hungry while you were out.” It was odd, hearing her voice without a phone in his hands. It came to his ears in a sound unmuddled by telephone static.

She placed the bowl on the nightstand before sitting on the bed next to him, resting a gloved hand on his knee. “How’s that head of yours?”

Michael flinched under her touch. “I- It could be better.”

“Poor thing…” The Maneater rose to her feet, strolling along the side of the bed. “Need a painkiller?”

“No thanks.” He decided he’d rather not let this mysterious figure drug him while he was handcuffed to his own bed.

When The Maneater leaned against his nightstand, he found his voice again to ask. “What are you going to do to me?”

“I’d like to do a lot of things to you, Michael,” The Maneater’s voice took a sensuous dip. “But, I need you to admit something first.”

Michael felt his heart flutter. “Wh-”

He was interrupted by The Maneater as she pulled a hunting knife from within her tattered cloak to hold the flat of the blade against his face, the chill of the steel making him shiver.

“You never fully answered my question earlier.” She used the blade to caress his face, eliciting another shudder from him. “Did you enjoy our little game?” She leaned in, and Michael almost thought he could see the faint outline of human eyes looking back at him from within the dark voids of the mask's lifeless eyes. “And don’t lie to me. I can tell how you really feel. I can see…” She dragged the flat of the blade along his jaw. “...how the danger as I chased you…” The knife continued its journey down his chest. “..and the risk of being caught by me…” She continued sliding the knife all the way to his knee before trailing it back up his thigh to rest beside his evident arousal. “...really affected you. You liked being hunted, didn’t you? I’d even dare to say that you wanted me to catch you.”

Michael anxiously bit his lip, his cock throbbing with each new part of his body the knife explored. “I- I don’t-”

“Oh, come on.” The Maneater scoffed. “Answering this question wrong is what caused you to lose our game in the first place. Would you really want to make things worse for yourself by misanswering again?”

Michael gulped, feeling a surge of humiliation as heat flushed his cheeks. “I- I did…”

“You did what, hun?” The Maneater teased as she used the flat of the knife to tilt his chin back up to face her. “Use your words, Michael~”

Michael felt another surge of embarrassment as a desperate whine creeped into his voice. “I liked your eyes on me… I liked hearing you praise me… I liked being hunted by you… and…”

He could hear The Maneater breathing heavily. “And what?”

“And…” Michael twiddled with his fingers behind his back. “And, part of me wanted you to catch me.”

The Maneater shivered, and she lazily tossed the knife across the room before cupping Michael’s face with her gloved hands. The material was thin enough to allow him to feel the warmth of her hands through it, and he let out a soft moan as his eyes fluttered closed at her touch.

“And now that I have you,” She rubbed her thumbs against the apples of his cheeks. “What should I do with you?”

Michael slowly opened his eyes, looking up at her with a soft expression. “Let me see who you are.”

The Maneater cocked her head, taking a moment to consider the idea. “Only if you ask nicely.”

Michael’s eyelashes fluttered as he breathed. “Can you show me who you are? Please?”

The Maneater slowly drew her hands away from Michael, and he softly whimpered at the loss of contact. “How polite~” She grabbed at her ghost face mask. “I guess I have no choice but to show you, now.” Then, in one fluid motion, she ripped it off.

Michael gasped at the beauty that hid underneath the eerie ghost face mask. He stared in silent wonder, taking in each feature of the human face that now greeted him with a knowing smirk. Your face.

He admired everything of yours that he could see. Your eyes. Your smile. The blush that only slightly betrayed your intimidating gaze. You were gorgeous. You were everything he wanted, and he wanted you a lot.

When you opened your mouth to speak, he hung on to your every word, finally being able to match the familiar voice to the new face. “That radio station you listen to knows me as ‘The Maneater’, but my real name is Y/N.”

“Y/N…” Michael softly tested your name on his tongue. “You look amazing…”

You chuckled at his compliment, holding a hand up to cover your growing smile. “You flatter me, Michael." You caressed his face in your gloved hands, leaning in closer until your forehead rested against his.

Michael could feel himself growing desperate. He could feel your hands on him, your breath intermingling with his against his mouth, and your gaze as it remained unwavering from his face. He would stare into those eyes for hours if his nerves allowed him to. He wanted nothing more than to pull you on top of him and beg you to take him.

Instead, all he could muster was a soft plea. “T- Touch me… Please…”

A sinister smirk tugged at your lips. “You want me to touch you?” You softly slid a hand up his thigh. “Like this?”

Michael almost felt dizzy under your touch. “Mmh… I need more…”

“More?” You jumped up onto the bed and crawled onto him, straddling his thighs. “You’re a needy thing, aren’t you?” You softly chuckled. “Luckily for you, I want the same things you do.”

Suddenly, you pulled him into a bruising kiss, grinding against the bulge that strained against the front of his jeans. He moaned at the friction, granting your tongue access to his mouth as you pulled him closer.

It was hot. Incredibly hot. Every inch of his skin burned for more of you, and he felt the overwhelming urge to pull you closer. He felt sweat building on his brow as his impatience grew. He whined as he bucked his hips into yours, drawing a soft moan from your lips.

You pulled away from the kiss, briefly staying connected to Michael by a string of saliva. “You’re as tasty as you are pretty. I don’t think I’ll be able to get enough of you.”

Michael felt a wave of both pride and embarrassment as he shyly looked away. If he wasn’t already heavily blushing, he definitely would have been now.

You began to trail kisses along his neck, unbuttoning his shirt as you made your way to his collar. He felt a sudden draft over his skin as you finally opened his shirt, sliding it off of his shoulders. The fabric collected behind his back, but the warmth of his wrists underneath the bunched material couldn’t compare to the warmth of his skin against yours.

Casting your gloves aside, you began to feel around on his chest. Michael hoped, for a moment, that you couldn’t feel how his heart pounded. Your kisses began to grow more possessive as you sucked on the sweet spot on his neck. He was sure it would visibly bruise by morning, but he didn’t care. He wanted you to mark him. To lay claim to him. He wanted you to leave reminders of what was happening that night all over his body.

You then slid your hands down to his belt, undoing it before freeing his aching cock from the confines of his jeans. He anxiously bit his lip as you closely examined his length, the tip dripping with precum.

“So hard for me,” You breathed, your fingers teasing the weeping tip.

“P- Please…” Michael mewled, tears of desperation prickling in his eyes.

It was then that you finally gave in, moving off of his lap to strip off your black cloak, before letting your equally dark bra and panties fall to join the pool of clothes at your feet. Michael’s eyes scoured over every inch of your skin–your thighs, your stomach, your breasts–before meeting your own. His hands were eager to reach out and touch you, but the faint rattling sound from behind his back reminded him that his hands were still bound.

“Don’t lose your patience now, Michael.” You playfully tutted as you returned to his lap. “We’re almost there.” You began lining yourself up with him, teasing his tip between your slick folds. “Feel that? That’s how you made me feel tonight. I meant it when I said I had a lot of fun chasing you.” Everything you were saying was filthy and raw, and it only made Michael all the more desperate for you.

He whined, words escaping him. “Mh… Please…”

Leaning forward, you kissed him again as you finally let him inside. He felt his eyes roll back as your inner walls surrounded his throbbing cock. You moaned into his mouth as he slowly filled you.

Once you broke the kiss, you began to move your hips, setting a brutal pace as you allowed Michael’s length to slide in and out of you. He watched the way your breasts bounced with each thrust of your hips. Your head was only slightly tilted back as you shamelessly moaned aloud, your eyes unmoving from his face

Michael’s mind grew hazy. All he could think about was how good your tight cunt felt around his cock… and it felt good. The wet sounds your movements created faded into background noise as your pornographic moans became the only sound he could hear clearly.

“Mh- Ohhh…” He could feel warm tears spilling over his cheeks, but he couldn’t care about how he looked anymore. He was too lost in ecstasy. “So good- Ah!”

“Oh, Michael,” Between thrusts, your voice sounded smooth. Almost hypnotizing. “You’re so pretty when you cry for me.” You cupped his face in your hands, wiping away a tear with your thumb as the stream continued.

“It feels too good…” He imagined it would be the only coherent sentence he would form that night.

“You make me feel good, too, pretty boy.” You grunted as you clenched around him, earning another whine from him.

The pressure was mounting quickly. Michael could feel it. His hair was sticking to the sweat on his forehead, and his release was so close. He just needed that one push to send him over the edge. Just a little more.

“Gonna cum already?” You teased as a light sheen of sweat formed on your brow. “You have such a sensitive cock. I can’t wait to milk it for every drop you have.”

“Please!” Michael choked as you leaned in to kiss his tear-streaked cheek.

“Awww. You really want to cum?” You immediately stopped your movements. “Not just yet, pretty boy.”

Michael choked out a sob as you edged him. “P- Please!” He attempted to buck his hips as tears spilled unceasingly over his cheeks. “Please, I want to cum! Please!”

“Poor thing…” You cooed, holding his hips down to remain unwavering in your stillness. “You’re really desperate, hm?”

Michael quickly nodded his head. In that moment, he was willing to do anything to be able to taste that sweet release you were keeping from him. His squirms of discomfort only seemed to spur you on, the sinister grin on your face growing with each whine that escaped his throat.

“Please…” Michael persisted. “Please, let me cum.”

You gave him a quick peck on the lips before giving in. “You’re lucky you’re sexy when you beg.”

You began riding him again, setting a more intense pace than before. You gripped his shoulders for leverage as you full-force fucked him, unrelenting in your motions. 

“Mm- I- I-” Michael’s voice curled into whimpers as he neared his peak again. “M’cumming… C- Cumming!”

“Cum for me, Michael.” You softly ordered. “Let me feel you cum inside me.”

“I- I- Ah!” Michael finally hit his breaking point, and his cock twitched, filling you with his release as his moans grew in volume.

You helped him ride out his sigh, his orgasm bringing you to your own, and your praise remained unceasing as you came. “That’s it, Michael. Mmh… Fill me up just like that. Oh, yes… That feels so good… My pretty boy.”

As you both came down from your highs, Michael leaned his head back against the headboard of the bed, panting as his brain remained hazy from post-orgasm bliss. He just noticed your own heavy breathing right before you pulled him into another kiss. This kiss was softer. More affectionate than passionate.

Once you pulled away, you breathlessly smiled. “Don’t get too comfortable, Michael. I’m not done with you just yet~”

“Wh- What…” His voice trailed off, the question remaining unfinished as you trailed your kisses along his jaw.

“I’m gonna keep you busy for a while.” You whispered against his ear, making him shudder. “Didn’t you hear me earlier? I’m gonna milk you for every drop you have.”

Michael bit his lip as your inner walls clenched around his cock. This is gonna be a long night…

[catt-leya]

Consequences || Rick Grimes 18+

It's a shorter and softer fic 🤭 but no worries it's HOT 👉🏼👈🏼 and a special thank you goes to @frenziedslashers and @marvelfan789 for their impact on that little train of thought 🤭💗

Summary: You want to be close to Rick. Closer than just cuddling.

Trigger: cock warming, oral fixation, dirty talk, praise kink

The bedspread beneath you rustles as you lay on your side and look up at your boyfriend.

Rick flips to the next page in his book, not knowing you're looking at him, and it makes you smile. 

It's rare that you have evenings this quiet, when you could just lie next to each other in the warmth of your bed.

You rest your head on your hand and put your book down behind you before letting your gaze slide over Rick's face.

You've had a long and tiring day after he went straight to the shower and his hair is still wet even now.

As if in a trance, your eyes follow a drop that has fallen from a strand of hair and is now slowly making its way down his cheek until it is stopped by Rick's gray beard.

The drop disappears and your eyes dart back up to follow the next drop, there you look straight into gorgeous blue eyes.

Rick raises an eyebrow, "Not that I mind you staring, but what's wrong?"

Sluggishly, you slide up to him and rest your head on his shoulder.

Immediately he sets the book down on his stomach, but you tug on his still-damp beard and murmur, "Keep reading. I just want to be close to you."

You don't expect his full attention and need him to be completely relaxed reading his book while you slide your fingers over him.

But when he still doesn't move an inch, you chuckle softly, "Go ahead."

Your finger slides to his neck and completely unintentionally he puts his head a little to the side to give you more space and you bend to breathe a kiss on his neck.

"Come on," your voice is low and he sighs softly, "Alright."

His long fingers reach for his book and he fixes his eyes back on the pages as you trace along his jaw, tugging at his beard here and there.

You've been with him for a while, but you can never get enough of how gorgeous he is and seeking his closeness.

Even now you press your whole body against him and he exhales heavily without lifting his eyes from the book, "Honey..."

God, you need more, you need to be closer to him than just feeling his body next to yours. 

"Rick?" you push up a bit to get to his ear as he hums, "Huh?"

Your hand rests gently on his neck as you ask softly, "Would you do me a favor?"

Stroking his quickening pulse with your thumb, he now puts the book aside again, "Anything you want and you know it."

Grinning, you kiss his jaw and feel his body tense.

From his neck, your hand slides over his chest, which is covered by a white shirt, but you don't mind as you breathe softly, "I want to be closer to you, Rick."

Slowly, he turns his head toward you and presses a small kiss to your lips, "Okay."

You know exactly what he's thinking about as he lays himself on his side and places a hand on your hip. 

How he tilts his head to kiss you deeper, but you avoid him and he jerks back in surprise, frowning.

He probably can't remember a single time you've rejected him. 

He opens his lips to ask you what's wrong, but you shake your head and bite your bottom lip, "I don't want to sleep with you, Rick."

The words that leave your lips get through to him, but the fact that your hands wander to his boxers anyway confuses him.

Wide-eyed, you look at him, and he notices his cock getting harder and harder, the prospect of not having sex with you making him panic a little.

You don't even touch his cock, just pull down his boxers and then pull your own panties off your hips.

With one hand, you grab his hair and pull him closer to your mouth as you murmur against it, "I just want you inside me. Nothing more."

You feel his whole body stiffen and you brush your lips against his, "Please?"

The sheets rustle softly again as Rick shifts his weight a bit, "You want my cock inside you to be full, but not fucked?"

"Hmmm," your body shakes expectantly as he pushes you backward by the waist, then pulls you back against his chest.

His half-hard cock presses against your butt and he pushes you a little lower with his hand on your belly.

Gently you press your ass against him and he gasps softly, "Anything you want."

You feel him adjust his cock and then very slowly penetrate you.

Uncontrollably you moan out and Rick's grip tightens to keep you still, "Honey, if you don't want me to fuck you dumb, you need to stay still."

His chest is pressed against your back and you can feel his frantic heartbeat and warmth.

It takes a moment before he's completely inside you and you can't suppress clenching around him, making him breathe heavily into your neck and you murmur, "Sorry."

The way he holds you in his arms and his cock is inside you with no reason to climax is incredibly intimate and you slowly relax with the feeling of being completely filled. 

Being as close to Rick as you can possibly get.

For a moment you remain completely motionless and Rick asks, "Is it okay like this?"

He would do anything for you, and if that's your wish, he would grant it as best he could, and waits for you to nod before you reach for your book again and start reading.

Rick holds you snuggled up in his arms and as he looks at you like this, he can't put into words how happy he is with you.

How happy he is that you want to be with him and make yourself so vulnerable to him.

He rotates his hips a little and in response, you immediately clench around him and he bites his lip to keep from giggling that he can get a reaction from you so quickly.

You don't let on HOW good he feels inside you as you turn the page from your book and start the next chapter.

Even as Rick shifts his weight a bit again and your pussy has a mind of its own, you don't groan, but snuggle closer to the man of all your dreams.

His hands run over your body, caressing your every curve without making it seem sexual.

You don't stop him as he explores your body inch by inch, eventually reaching your face with his hand.

He can't see what he's doing, but he lets his fingers slide over your jaw, just as you like to do to him all the time.

You're so soft and warm in his arms and around his cock that he surprises himself at how much self-control he can bring to the table.

He kisses your exposed neck, moving inside you in such a way that he hits a very specific spot and a soft whimper slips out of you.

You really just want to focus on the book in front of you, but when Rick slides his finger over your bottom lip, you can't help yourself and pull it between your lips into your warm mouth.

Rick doesn't want to start anything because you wanted him to just be inside you, but he's having a damn hard time not taking you exactly as you're lying right now.

Especially now that you're sucking on his finger absently and he's thinking about completely different things than his finger in your mouth.

You're so damn hot and you're not even trying. 

You're made for him.

Instead of continuing to read your book, you just stare at the pages and keep sucking on his finger, moaning softly as he moves behind you again.

It's impossible for you to tell if he can feel how wet you've gotten around his cock, but you notice for yourself how slippery it's getting between your legs and how the urge to move on his cock is getting stronger.

All you'd have to do is gyrate your hips a little and Rick would lose all self-control. 

You're damn sure he would, because you can feel his whole body shaking with tension to give you your wish.

Already he's fidgeting more than lying still and you put the book down.

Embarrassed, he thinks he's getting on your nerves so much that you're going to ask him to jerk off in the bathroom before he's allowed back in bed with you, so he mumbles hoarsely with arousal, "I'm sorry, honey. I'm really trying, but you feel so good around my cock and your tongue...fuck your tongue. I really, really want to give you what you want, but believe me, being in your pussy and not fucking you sore is really pushing me to the edge."

Gently you let his finger slip out of your mouth and lick over it, "Hmmmm, okay."

You lean forward and take two in now, making Rick moan behind you, "Okay? What's okay?"

He barely remembers what he said to you before and you purr with your mouth full, "Okay to fuck me sore as soon as you lose your temper."

Lasciviously you continue to move your ass against him and your pussy tightens around him.

"What, I thought-" you interrupt him with a muffled chuckle, "Think less, do more, Rick."

For a moment, he's not sure if you're not just teasing him a bit and this is all a huge joke, but that's when you push yourself back and forth on his cock. 

You ride his cock while he lies frozen behind you and lets you suck his fingers.

Unsure of how to assess the situation, he leans forward and puts his lips on your neck, eliciting that one sound he loves to hear from you.

It's a mix of a moan and whimper that's much higher than your actual vocal pitch, and that sound only ever comes across your lips in the form of his name. 

Every single time, it's his name.

With the hand that has been resting decently on your belly, he now slides between your thighs and at the same time also pushes a leg between them, so that he can more easily reach the wet warm paradise between your legs.

Gasping, you gently bite his fingers and press your pussy harder against his hand, which strokes you far too gently.

Teasingly, he growls, "My cock only needs to be inside you for a moment and you need it so bad, huh?"

Your tongue circles his fingers and you rub against his hand, completely ignoring his words.

With his hand between your legs, he is able to hold you still while he himself slowly pulls out of you, only to thrust into you again and make you whimper.

His movements are slow and deliberate. 

It's not urgent or demanding...it's...soft and loving.

Maybe a little languid, but that's what you need right now and you close your eyes to feel every inch of his body beside and inside you.

With each thrust, he's so deep inside you that you don't think you can breathe without him and you let his fingers slip out of your mouth to moan, "Oh God."

His hands are insanely talented and he doesn't have to do much to make you tremble in his arms, barely holding himself back.

Necessarily, you turn your head and capture his gorgeous lips with yours and immediately he slides his tongue into your mouth. 

Thereby he imitates the movements of his cock and you tense up hard around him. So tight that he growls, "God help me. You're so good."

Without much thought, you gasp, "Just for you." And his balls clench at your rough voice.

You're so close to making him come that he can barely squeeze into your throbbing pussy, and that's even though you've let him fuck you so many times you should be used to it. 

But he still notices how much he stretches you and how fucking tight you feel around him. So tight that he growls, "Can you cum for me, honey? I can't last much longer."

His leg hair strokes your thigh and as he presses down on your clit, you moan softly, "Yes, Rick. Oh God, yes."

Your belly feels like it's on fire and as he moans, "Good girl," you burst.

Your movements become needy and almost embarrassingly hard. 

Except that the urgency of your movements and the steady pulsing also gives Rick no way to hold out your orgasm any longer, and he clings to your face as he buries his cock deep inside you and comes jerking inside you.

His frantic breathing mingles with yours and suddenly you can't help it and start giggling, "So much for: nothing more."

Grinning, he presses a wet kiss to your nose and stays inside you, "Fine with me, I can stay inside you now. Now it's just medium torture."

Your thighs are sticky with cum, but you smile blissfully at him, "Okay." And snuggle back into his arms. You're far too tired to read the book right now, but you're awake enough to feel Rick's steady heartbeat against your back.

@hail-yourselves  @bean-is-reading  @chanlvr2  @criminalwalkingsupernatural  @sunshinevirus  @toxic-ink   @kingtwhiddleston   @bloodycherry22   @vane28282   @bamslover   @revesephemeres   @emo-potato-virgil   @tropodyn   @mrsashleybarnes18-blog   @igotbasicdrag @starsaroundmyscxrss @moonshine147 @1-800-isabellapotter @starkstiless @marvelfan789 @eternalrose81 @daryl-dixons-crazy-woman @darylsonlylove @your-shifting-gurl @strnqer

[quinloki]

Any thoughts on yan sabo?

I personally haven’t delved too deep into him but from what I’ve heard he’s a bit unhinged in canon?

Like I saw him when he was a cute little kid but adult sabo? No clue what his vibes are

Buttt I’ve gathered some dark I’ve read about him and made some bullet point of stuff that repeated

-bondage

-basement?????

-extreme power dynamics (more than usual with Yanderes)

- pet play??

- ive seen some with sadism

-gloves……..😏

- he’s really put together on the outside, great at hiding it?

I am all for it

I recently read a fic with slight zombie themes and 😦…..🤭

-💧

Any thoughts on Yan Sabo? Oh yeah.

Canonically this poor guy's been through a LOT. Losing your memory is a trauma all on its own, and he's grown into who he is without a clear conscious understanding of who he *was* and what he knew before. So I think there was always something leaving him feeling a little off.

When he finally does regain his memory it's in the midst of a cold and terrible LOSS.

Sabo's probably not a stranger to loss, being in the Revolutionary Army, but losing Ace - Remembering him, and losing him in the same breath - that's different. I feel like where there were cracks in his psyche, there were now deep gouges.

But he also has a heavy responsibility - not just with his position in the RA, but also a profoundly desperate drive to keep Luffy safe.

And to keep himself safe.

That loss, that deep terrible loss, he can't let Luffy feel that either.

So that's the platform you're building from canonically.

Popular fanon for him as yandere is pretty much as you say: Put together - at least on a surface level. Good at hiding because he's aware it's not exactly "right".

I think the whole "raised as a noble, or old money and having Proper and Right manners ingrained in him" helps him know how to hide it.

Yandere Marco is smooth as silk, and highly unlikely to ever get caught. Yandere Sabo smooths his rough edges with silk, and while it's not a given he'll be caught, he has plans in case he is. Yandere Crocodile is somewhere between them, smooth, but not as smooth, with plans upon plans upon plans in place of the silk.

Control is the name of the game too. If Sabo can control everything then nothing will go wrong.

Right?

Certainly. And so there's the perfectly planned and stocked basement, as a last resort of course, but it's sound proofed, and luxurious, with sunlights in it for proper vitamin D and health. Don't mind the little spouts that release a soft puff of sweet scents into the air.

They're safe. Just to help keep you calm and aid in sleeping. It's not ideal to be in that basement, he understands. But even if no one would hear you, he doesn't want you screaming yourself sick.

You'll have to learn manners the way Sabo knows them to come back upstairs. He'll be patient, don't fear, it's okay if you're in the basement forever, he'll still love you.

xD the gloves stay on whether it's yan or not lol

That fic you read recently was this?? Cause this was amazingly good.

[shadowsingercassia]

Hey everyone!

I was writing a long fic (editing it for the forth time) and was very curious about how many followers I had. So, I went to check and I am 1 follower away from 100 followers and I just want to express my appreciation and gratefulness for all of you in this post! 🥹💕

Firstly, I would like to say a thank you to everyone who has supported me throughout this journey of my fanfic writing! ❤️❤️ (also big thank you to the people who have taken the time to read my fics, it means so much to me! 🥰🫶)

I feel like The Gate To Home series just needs its own paragraph, so this is a thank you to every single person who has read, liked, commented, reblogged, or obsessed over this series! 💞 (chapter 5 coming out when I edit it, *cough cough* again 😃) I also can't believe the series is almost to an end 😭🤚

Another paragraph specifically for my moots because I love you all! Thank you so much for all you have done I can't even begin to describe how much you all mean to me!! 💗

List of thank you's:

Thank you to everyone who is in my taglists (general or series) ❤️

Thank you to my moots ❤️

Thank you to the anon (if it wasn't for you, witch reader would probably have ended up with Azriel but im very glad that somebody actually expressed their opinion about this and helped me decide that witch reader ends up with Rhysand!) (But also thank you because this was actually my first inbox message I have received and I am beyond grateful that you took the time to send a message to me about one of my fics) ❤️

Thank you to @anarchiii because you've been incredibly supportive and I just love you and I feel like you deserve a special thank you ❤️

A few other people who deserve a special thank you:

@blessthepizzaman (your comments always make me smile! 🥰)

@lilah-asteria (one of my first followers that has always had kind things to say about my fics, thank you for that! 💕)

@shadowsxgwynriel (first follower, love you and your fics are just mwah 🫶🥰)

People who have been my inspirations:

@azrielslittleslut (I can't, your fics are amazing and you have inspired me so much 😭💞 also you write Azriel so perfectly whether it's fluff, angst or smut 🤭)

@really-fanny-longbottom (Your fics are incredible, I will fight people on this, and your writing has inspired me so much 🥰💗)

@prythianpages (Cassianxlovewitch love it, Azrielxgreenwitch love it, Erisxchaoswitch I know I'll love it even if it's not out yet, all of your fics, I love them, you're an amazing author and a huge inspiration for me 💕💕)

@daycourtofficial (more in love with your writing than with fictional men 😌💖 reading your fics had made me want to write more and evolve as a writer 💗)

@anarchiii (Your worlds apart series is breaking me apart, tearing me to shreds and yet I'm loving every second of it! I love your fics so much and you have encouraged me to keep writing The Gate To Home series when I felt as if no ideas were flowing and honestly I could write a whole essay about how thankful I am for you 🥹❤️)

There are so many more people that I want to thank, so I will just say thank you to everybody because as much as I want to, I can tincture everyone and I'm sorry 😭)

Also, lastly, guys I need ideas on what to do once I hit 100 followers (because unless it's a plot idea, my creativity kind of sucks 😀)

Love, Cassia ❤️

[f1amboyant]

Hello, im not sure if this is the story the u meant but imma put the linkk.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/46344100

About the carcar tho, if its the same universe or not, im hoping for a happy ending for carcar. And shy carlos urif

Even if they do not like end up together, maybe it would result into a next step into their relationship. I dunno about the charlos issue, but im team carcar for now 🤭. And i dunno if they will be able to like overcome their ‘issues’ since they are both stubborn like bricks. And repressed feelings of course.

But i always see it that the attraction goes on both ways esp during these past races hence why carlos called oscar? Oscar seems like the type who is honest and I think that is what Carlos needs?

Srry im not able to properly link the fic because its anonymous, still kinda shy 😵‍💫. And SORRY for rambling hdid thank u

Hello anon! ✨

Don't apologize for rambling, I love it! Keep the asks coming 🥰

Yes! Thank you for the link, it's this charlos fic exactly!

As for this girl!carlos carcar, it's not in the same universe but you can imagine it is, if you want, anon! 🥰

Yes, it will be a happy ending for carcar! They are stubborn, that's true. But after Carlos being vulnerable with Oscar, and Oscar getting a taste of that sweet sweet 🍑, things are gonna get moving. I think, after they hook up and Oscar helps Carlos turn back into a man, Oscar is down down bad. So he avoids Carlos, until Carlos confronts him and he finally admits that wants him, right now, as a man too. And they kiss and they are happy, in their very very stubborn way.

And yes, you are so right anon, Oscar is very honest and that's exactly what Carlos needs. That's why he called him. And that's why he's attracted to him, even if he didn't admit it to himself yet.

Anyway, a little bit more? 🤭

Truly, Oscar should have left a long time ago. Truly, he never should have come at all. Because now. Now this was an opportunity he couldn't pass. Now, he was tempted to say…

"Yes."

Carlos did not smile or wink or anything. He nodded stiffly and stared at Oscar without another word, brown eyes blown so wide they practically took his whole face. Oscar shuffled awkwardly on his feet. He would have loved to look at anything but Carlos. Except his eyes didn't obey his mind anymore, wandering all other Carlos’ body. Carlos’ woman body. He noted new details he hadn't pay attention to before. Like how Carlos still had a lot of hair on his forearms and bare legs, black and almost shiny. It suited him.

He looked pretty.

And delicious.

And he was asking Oscar to…

“Just to be clear,” Oscar said when too much time had past for his comfort (and his pants were growing too tight just at the thought of what was about to happen).

He shuffled again, trying to adjust his crotch subtly but Carlos’ eyes zeroed in between his legs immediately. Well. So much for subtlety.

Oscar cleared his throat.

“Just to be clear,” he tried again, “you're asking me to have sex with you? To put my… hmm you know, inside your… inside you? To make you come and turn you back into a man? Is that it?”

“This guy,” Carlos huffed. "Do you have to spell everything out like that?"

This time, Oscar rolled his eyes.

"Sorry for taking your full consent into consideration," he deadpanned in a tone that indicated very obviously he wasn't sorry at all. He almost regretted saying yes. Almost.

(He didn't regret it at all.)

"How do you wanna do this?" he asked, and cringed at his own words.

This was awkward and so weird and just… Why had Carlos asked for his help again?

"Don't make this weird," Carlos grumbled. "Just. Do like you do with girls," he said, shrugging.

There weren't many girls in Oscar's bed, but he wasn't about to say that.

"I thought you weren't a girl."

"Ah! Shut up, cabrón!"

Carlos put a foot on the mattress, curling an arm around his bent leg. The move revealed way too much from under his shorts. Oscar didn't look. He was a good boy, of course he didn't look. But still. He was pretty sure Carlos wasn't wearing any panties or boxers. Just nothing.

Not that Oscar had seen anything of course.

[balladxrecs]

ZORO RORONOA !!

fic recs, one piece

disclaimer— none of the fics are my own works. authors will be credited・if you see any discrepancies please inform me so i can fix it asap・will not link a single profile / masterlist multiple times・all recs originally posted on tumblr unless stated otherwise

☁️ — fluff・❤️‍🩹 — angst (with comfort)・💔 — hurt no comfort・🤭 �� suggestive・🔥 — smut

⚠️ — dark content

. . .

[ HEADCANONS ]

[ DRABBLES ]

care about you ☁️・guilty-sugar

first time you give zoro a blowjob 🔥・undersero

gentleman ☁️・demonpiratehuntress

making zoro a real dad 🔥・angelltheninth

soft ☁️🤭・writtenbyrina

sword lessons 🔥・angelltheninth

[ FICS ]

all that i need (pt 1)・eclidse

kisses like heaven (pt 2)・eclidse

beg for it 🔥・lawsvalentine

the best gift is you ☁️・demonpiratehuntress

breaking point 🔥・starfinss

captain ☁️・calypsocolada

climbing through your window ☁️・undiscovered-horizon

cuddles ☁️・uramakimochi

cumdump 🔥・sashi-ya

the first time zoro says "i love you", he isn't sober (pt 1) ☁️・irisintheafterglow

the first time you tell zoro you love him, you aren't sober (pt 2) ☁️・irisintheafterglow

when you're both sober (pt 3) ☁️・irisintheafterglow

gilded 🔥・eelnoise

give into me 🔥☁️・bby-deerling

hard ❤️‍🩹・demonpiratehuntress

happy birthday, zoro ☁️・eureka-its-zico

hold me (still) ❤️‍🩹☁️・revasserium

how to disappear ❤️‍🩹☁️・zorobff

if he's a ghost, then i could be a phantom ☁️・irisintheafterglow

i got a boyfriend ☁️・pholla-jm

insight theory 🔥・eelnoise

intertwined ribbons ❤️‍🩹☁️・halfvalid

it terrifies me what i would do for you ❤️‍🩹・deathlikesdeep-dish

jealous ☁️・ undiscovered-horizon

kiss me sweet, swallow me whole ☁️🔥・revasserium

make a mess 🔥・bby-deerling

make you a mama 🔥・v4mphour

messy 🔥・tetzoro

napping with zoro & sanji ☁️・imamotherfuckingstar-lord

nothing serious ❤️‍🩹 🔥・httpsclarye

paradigm shift 🔥・eelnoise

period pain ☁️・demonpiratehuntress

pretty in that ☁️・halfvalid

put it on me ❤️‍🩹☁️・undiscovered-horizon

rip my heart open (devour what's truly yours) 🔥・yourtamaki

sail again ❤️‍🩹☁️・mydearlybeloathed

the sled problem ☁️・annievrse

sweat 🔥・eelnoise

through the night 🔥☁️・halfvalid

tiny mishap ☁️・daegall

unforgettable ☁️・angelic-muse

"we should get married" ❤️‍🩹☁️・grandlinedreams

wasted 🔥・willowbelle

wet dreams 🔥・obscure-imagines

whipped ☁️・zorosq

"you stalking me or something?" ☁️・grandlinedreams

zoro being in love with you ☁️・iluvzaddies

[ THIRSTS ]

baths・writtenbyrina

breeding・cloudzoro

fingering・yourtamaki

"i have a lot of feelings about zoro"・yourtamaki

mating press & breeding・yourtamaki

mean・galamalion

missionary・yourtamaki

"not that pretty"・cloudzoro

perfume・yourtamaki

roronoa "i could eat a peach for hours" zoro・yourtamaki

sitting on zoro's lap・aseyaz

squirting・kenruu

teasing・bby-deerling

zoro's back・yourtamaki

zoro's earrings・yourtamaki

zoro gets handsy・yourtamaki

[ SMAU / TEXTS ]

lost・burts-baked-bees

— writers, if you’d like to have your story / name removed, please just message me and let me know and i’ll get right on that

@angelic-muse // @angelltheninth // @annievrse // @aseyaz // @bby-deerling // @burts-baked-bees // @calypsocolada // @cloudzoro // @daegall // @deathlikesdeep-dish // @demonpiratehuntress // @eclidse // @eelnoise // @eureka-its-zico // @galamalion // @grandlinedreams // @guilty-sugar // @halfvalid // @httpsclarye // @iluvzaddies // @imamotherfuckingstar-lord // @irisintheafterglow // @kenruu // @lawsvalentine // @mydearlybeloathed // @obscure-imagines // @pholla-jm // @revasserium // @sashi-ya // @starfinss // @tetzoro // @undersero // @undiscovered-horizon // @uramakimochi // @v4mphour // @willowbelle // @writtenbyrina // @yourtamaki // @zorobff // @zorosq