#this is... 890 words

[autistpride]

Regulus hadn't even wanted to attend the party. It was the end of year celebration held annually for the seventh year students. The staff liked to pretend that they had no idea the sixth and seventh year students were slipping out into the grounds to drink, dance, and sometimes have sex under the last full moon before summer holidays. They looked the other way and ignored as the sixth years gathered whatever they could from the feast and secreted it into waiting bags. They turned a blind eye to the seventh years slipping out into Hogsmeade and returning with sweets, fireworks, and alcohol. Completely neglectful on the staff's part and absolutely ridiculous, he thought as his friends strong armed him out of the dorm and onto the grounds.

He had better things to be worried about. He had an entire summer of coming out balls and various luncheons and teas that he would be required to attend, ending with his betrothal to some chit for the future of the great and noble house of Black, Regulus reminded himself with an eyeroll. His parents didn’t care that he was gay just like his brother who had been blasted off the family tree the year prior. They just cared that he married and fucked some girl to make an heir and then he was free to have his “dalliance's” as long as he was discreet.

The same concession would be offered to his betrothal, despite his parents disapproval of it. But Regulus refused to saddle some poor girl in a loveless and sexless marriage without any option to seek that in someone as long as she kept it quiet and didn't bring any children from them into their home. And Regulus had his service to the Dark Lord to complete for the betterment of the wizarding world, or so he was told. He didn't actually believe that either, but he had seen what had happened to Sirius when he disagreed. Thus Regulus bowed and bared his arm like the good little puppet he was.

Regulus had given up his arguments and had decided if he had to be there, he was going to get plastered. The group was tastefully late; arriving after the fire had been lit, the booze had already been poured, and the music started. Those not dancing or sneaking off into the shadows were settled onto the lawn with food and a mixture of liquors. The bonfire blazed in the centre, casting a luminous golden hue in the radius of the crowd. Barty pressed a bottle into Regulus’ hands and he swallowed the burning liquid down as fast as he could. Barty howled with laughter and handed him his own drink before dragging Evan off. Likely to skip the preamble and go snog in a secluded spot, Regulus determined.

The more Regulus drank, the more maudlin he became. At some point even Pandora had disappeared into the crowd and left him with his thoughts. Regulus knew he was going to die. The darkness that was quickly consuming him and a small hopeful part of him thought that nothing could save him from hell, except maybe love and Regulus was too realistic to think that was an option for him.

The music switched to something he’d never heard before. The guitar and the drums worked together to create a fast paced rhythm. Cheering sounded as the space by the fire emptied of people, save for one person, James Potter.

The music filled the air as James started to dance, his hips moving and arms flowing around his body and over his head. Regulus’ breath caught in his throat as he watched. Regulus had never been a religious person, but if anyone could save him from the devil inside himself, it would be James. James danced with a passion, like a fire consumed him and his entire soul was dancing along. The crowd started to keep time with their hands, clapping and patting their legs as James spun in circles and the firelight glowing behind him.

Regulus has no idea how he got there, but somehow he was on the edge of the circle surrounding the empty space James was dancing in. It seemed every soul in the area was singing along to the song that he had never heard before and all Regulus could see was James, sensually moving with the moon in his eyes. James didn’t dance like an angel, oh no. James was not from Heaven, James was a siren and the way his body moved was his song. A call to his soul, pulling at him until he found himself in front of the devil himself.

James laughed and his teeth captured his bottom lip in a teasing manner, before he reached out and pulled Regulus close. There was no room left to move in between them and Regulus’ body began to sing in the same way James’ was. They sang to the fire, the wind, the moon, and to each other as they danced. One song turned into many and Regulus forgot where and when he was as his soul reached out tentatively to James’.

Something clicked in Regulus, like the missing piece of a puzzle slotting into place, and Regulus could swear the darkness was ripped from his soul as they danced into the night.

[satancopilotsmytardis]

...just outlined a Kinktober fic that has a continuous plot for all 31 days, will I have time to finish this in October? No clue, but I do think it will be fun once I get started.

[fanaticsnail]

Dreaming of You

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Word Count: 890+, 800+, 950+, 950+

Synopsis: They couldn't help it. You looked so heavenly in their dreams. The way they had you wrapped around their body as a marionette in their minds, dancing for them as they awoke to sticky blankets when they jolted upright. Their thoughts got the better of them, and they are wracked with guilt. Ace, Sabo, Luffy

Warnings: wet dreams, afab!reader, swearing, oral (character receiving), masturbation, dub con (using your image to masturbate to), suggestive content, feelings, all individual 'x reader' drabbles, same reader!insert different outcome, (mention of breeding kink in Sabo's - light), NSFW, 18+, MDNI, smut.

Notes: first time writing for Sabo and Ace to get a sense of their flavours before writing them individual fics. Series Link for Dreaming of You here. Shout out to @avogigi for keeping me company and giving me brain rot for Sabo.

Hands grabbing fistfuls of your ass, he held you completely locked against his face while his tongue greedily lapped at your glistening cunt. His head bobbed and weaved, shoulders bullying their way between your legs as you stood above his seated form on the cool floor. With one arm braced against the wall in front of you, the other attempted to push his head further into you. 

“Ah, ah-!” he softly chastised you, withdrawing one of his hands from your ass and swatting your hand away from pawing at him. Laughing against your skin, he multitasked his motions by mouthing at your pussy while withdrawing his hat from his head and letting his hair shake free. Pulling away just enough to gaze cheekily into your eyes, he offered the hat out to you.

“If you wanna grab onto my hair so bad,” he thrust the hat into your hand before slowly inching his smile towards your pussy, “Better keep that warm for me and do it properly.” Before he dove back into greedily consuming your pleasure and coaxing your orgasm from you, his voice grew dark and possessive: his order coming out as a curt bark while his eyes darted between yours.

“Put it on.” 

Your hands hurriedly placed the hat on your own head just as his lips and tongue slipped between each fold and carded from your slit to your clit. Lazily lulling his tongue from his lips, he clawed at your ass with his blunt fingernails to physically grind you against his face. 

Humming at the sensation of your walls fluttering around him, he drew his right forearm up to cage your hips in while his left hand traced down the contours of his abs towards his aching cock. Rocking your hips over his mouth while he pumped his cock had his breath fall from his lips in gruff whimpers. 

He was a needy puppy, desperate to devour your ecstasy while playing with the edge of his own. As your slick messily dripped onto his face and your walls began to contract around his tongue, he chuckled against your body.

“That’s it, baby. Cum in my mouth,” he huskily growled up at you, throwing his head back into your hand, “Ride my face. Pull my hair harder. C’mon now, you can go way harder than that.” His eyes roll back when he feels your fingertips grind against his skull, gripping on tight and rolling your hips against his mouth. Your voice sounds like a sweet melody singing a song only for him. 

That wave of possessiveness twinkles in his eyes as he sees your brow contort and scrunch as you hit that peak and crest over the cliff he’s throwing you from. Humming up at you, his voice vibrates his tongue as he fucks it into your fluttering walls. His fist lazily pumps his cock with his fist while you use him to ride down that high.

“There you go,” he praised you, softly cooing your name up at you while you whimpered from the aftershocks of your high, “Good job. So fuckin' sexy using me like that. Now-.” He hastily pushed you from his face and rose to his feet, his cock achingly hard as he quickly circled his body behind yours. He gave you little time to shake off the sensitivity of your orgasm before you felt his fat tip push its way into your slit down to the hilt. He heard you gasp at the hasty thrust, prompting a greedy smile to inch its way onto his face.

“My turn,” his voice rumbled with his hissed whisper as he withdrew his cock all the way to the tip before puncturing your body with its girth. Your head fell back onto his shoulder, his lips attached to your neck as he bites your muscle to anchor himself to the earth while he hastily chases a path to the heavens. 

Hips slapping harshly in a rapid flurry, your pussy welcomes him with each cruel drag of his cock in your walls. Your prior release is so slick against his cock, he almost wants to cry. His head swirls as he feels himself draw nearer and nearer to his own edge. 

“Fuck, you’re s-so fucking wet,” he muffled against your skin, flicking his tongue out to taste the sheen of sweat he’d been drawing out from you, “I’m close. I’m so fucking close.” As his eyes scrunch tightly shut, panting against your body while his hips become more staggered in their vicious clapping, “Where you want me to cum-...? Where can I-?”

Upon opening his eyes, your body was gone. The warmth from your skin, a distant memory as his cock desperately twitched beneath his heavy blankets. Hastily throwing back the sheets, his cockhead bobbed and shook as hot ropes of his release shot out all over his stomach, shaft, balls, and thighs. 

“Nghh, shit-?!” he whimpered, eyes wide as he glared at his cock. He couldn’t help the little bucks of his hips up into the air while he rode through his untouched high. Soft gasps, choked groans, and muffled huffs of breath poured over his lips and shot quietly out into dark bedroom while he rouse fully from his rest. 

Covered in his own mess, his prior expression of bliss fell into a low frown while he came to terms about what just occurred. He just came untouched, while dreaming elicit thoughts about you and him together. 

“Damn it.” 

Ace

Fingertips caressed his scalp while the fire-first exhaled a jaunty laugh. He was appalled he had used your image as his own personal fantasy, his release still coating his skin in a glistening array of spend over his abdomen. Looking down at the sticky release, he let out a soft, audible groan as he attempted not to wake his comrades. 

Quickly looking to the side, he notices a few members of Whitebeard’s crew still breathing heavily in the midst of their slumber. The slow inhale and exhale of their breath put Ace at ease while he articulated a plan to rid himself of his lustful display coating his skin. Reaching for a soiled shirt he neglected to wear for the day, his bashful smile remained drawn up over his features. 

You were in his dreams, occupying his thoughts, and corrupting his slumber again. He was praising whichever of the old gods were listening that his slumber was corrupted beneath the security of his own cabin this time. Waking up with his seed painting his pants in public was not something he looked forward to on the regular. And regular visits within his falsified memory, you enacted with gusto.

Having met only a fistful of times in person, he was floored by how his dreams seemed to get a hold of him and run wild each time he closed his eyes. Seeing your image float beneath the shroud of darkness had him shaking his head and softening his laughter to soft waves of humor. 

He was a man smitten by his younger brother’s crew member. The way your grin shot at him the first time you’d met held him hostage. Attempting to play it off, all he ever did was behave like a gentleman: his politeness and well articulated manners had you appreciate the softness of him all the sooner.

If you’d only known how desperately he needed you. 

He wanted you so badly, his thoughts betrayed him on the regular. He would often wake to see the sticky remains of your spectral slumber-visitations the moment he awoke: your smile haunting him in a way his soul would sing for. He would yearn in silence, adoring you from afar while you kept his baby brother safe. 

Although Luffy was a grown man, your captain no less, Ace still appreciated the way you would swarm to protect him at the most minor inconvenience. It was your loyalty that did him in. How much did you truly love his adoptive brother that you would follow him to whichever foe his stomach would lead him to face. He loved the way you would follow him, loved the way you would laugh jovially, and love-… love-…

He loved you. 

Everything that was you, Ace held locked in his heart. Your smile, your eyes, your heart: all away in the softest corner of his beating organ swarming his chest with heated love. While his cock appreciated how attractive he found you, his heart held you in earnest. He loved you through and through. His deepest fantasies now only solidifying that fact. 

He was deeply, hopelessly, and wholeheartedly in love with you. 

Tossing his shirt aside, Ace cradled his head with his palms behind his neck. Humming with a whimsical smile painted on his features, he shut his eyes and softly whispered your name. 

“I will see you again,” he confessed, forging a covenant within his heart and writing a quest on his soul, “I will open my heart and let you love me, if you’re willing. I want-... I need you to love me.” He uttered, rolling onto his side and cradling his chest with his arms. 

“I need you to love me. Please.” 

Holding his body closer, he gazed at his sleeping den-den-mushi, contemplating whether it was worth the disruption of your own sleep to confess his adoration towards you. He was a Whitebeard, you were a Straw-Hat. He was loyal to Edward Newgate, you were loyal to his younger brother. His infatuation was never meant to be: two pirates allied, but both ships anchored to differing ports. 

Sighing out a heavy breath, he shook his head and clutched his freckled cheeks with the palm and four fingers of his right hand. Contemplative was the expression that homed itself on his face, picturing what a relationship could look like with you on an allied vessel. His thoughts of love would have to remain in his dreams: never wishing to burden you, or pull you away from your ties to where your allegiances found themselves. 

He couldn’t do that to you. 

Not you.

His brother’s crewmate deserved more than that. You deserved more than that. More than him.

Closing his eyes, he found solace in the way you would welcome him into your arms within the call of slumber. He was smitten, enjoying the dance you would perform for him as his entertainer within falsified memory. He loved you wholeheartedly, but would never dream to tear you from the ties you had forged with Luffy as your captain. 

For now, he could only dream of you. 

Sabo

Hastily throwing his duvet off the rest of the way, he turned on his side and anchored his bodyweight against his elbow while he grasped at a cluster of tissues. Scrunching them tight, he drew them down to his body and began swiping at his skin. Several fragments of the white paper remained on his flesh while he attempted to clean up the carnage left behind from his dreams. 

“Sabo, m’close,” he heard your spectral whine keen for him. He growled at the image, continuing to pat his sticky skin free from his release. He clicked his tongue as he came to terms with the fact that he was doing more harm than good with his tissues, hastily standing to his feet and briskly walking to his ensuit bathroom. 

At the revolutionary base, he was blessed enough to have the privacy of his own quarters to bathe within. He doesn’t enjoy bathing at the most of times: his devil-fruit making him feel weak and pathetic as opposed to relaxed and tranquil. 

He was feeling weak and pathetic now, even before his body met with the rapidly filling running water in the large bathtub.

You were a part of Luffy’s crew. A 'Straw-Hat’. He had only met you a handful of times, and you were always sweet with him. Your soft voice, cheeky grin, eyes that seemed to find his and twitch in glee. He loved the way they would sparkle, those domed orbs mirroring his streak of chaos and had him want to take you into his arms and carry you back to the base with him.

Stepping into the water, he sighed out at the warmth: attempting to scorch his thoughts from his mind with the tranquility within the still waves. He drew his hands down to his stomach and swiped at it, removing the glubs of paper and cum from his skin with the heels of each palm. 

“Sabo, please. Please, Sabo. I need you,” he heard your voice echo in his mind and shift throughout his body. His lengthy digits had a mind of their own, grasping his half-hard shaft and beginning to pump at his submerged cock. His eyes scrunched themselves shut as he attempted to stifle the thought of you while his quickly re-stiffening cock fanned the flames.

“Flame emperor, please let me take your cock? Fill me up with it?” his hands quickened their reaction and his eyes flew open. That title, his title, falling from your illusionary lips and growing his desire for you more. Without much warning, Sabo hastily turned in the bath: water sloshing from the sides while he clasped the porcelain edge of the tub. 

“You think this is funny, don’t you?” he growled in a low tone, his brow furrowing while he chased that image of you clutching the wall, “You want me to fuck you like an animal. Let me guess, breed you?” He could barely get the words out, falling hard into the fantasy he had crafted in his mind of your body. 

His cock twitched violently, each vein throbbing while his shaft pulsed with desire. His breaths came out in choked pants and gruff huffs, quickly giving way to wanton moans that rolled into whines. His imagination ran with him, positions of you quickly changing to see you on your back with your legs pressed up into your chest. His eyes rolled back in his skull as he pictured the soft squeaks you would make while he viciously pounded your pussy with every in-thrust. 

And then he switched again, removing himself completely from the equation. He wanted to watch you squirt. He wanted to have his gloved middle and unity fingers buried to the knuckle while your wrists were tied to your ankles. He wanted to watch you squirm around his hand, trying to escape the umpteenth orgasm he’d been ripping from your body. 

He wanted to have your chin raised by his dragon-claw cane, while your lips were gagged with his other glove. He wanted to feel you squirt and fuck you through your orgasm with his hands; your clit caressed by the pad of his clothed thumb. He wanted to watch as you succumbed to the insanity he was pulling from your body with a keening scream of his name pouring from your lips-. 

“-Fuck! I’m cumming-...! H-hah, sh-shit-!” he rode his hand, the water splashing in heavy waves over the edge while he released his spend into the bath water. He sobbed your name, whimpering as he sucked his lip into his mouth. 

All he could see through his scrunched vision and darkened thoughts was the way you would grip onto him and trust him to claim you completely. To fill you with his cum, to watch as you slipped off that edge and tumbled into his awaiting arms. Rope after rope of his unraveling release spurted into the water as he rode his high. His blonde locks dance while dripping with water from the bath, his pants coming out as cries for you and you alone. 

“Fuck-! Baby, please. I need you,” he whispered as he came down from his high, feeling dirtier  now than when he first stepped into the warmth of the bath water. His physical recoil from his release had him forlorn, his brow furrowing further as he rode through the afterwaves of his bliss. 

“Shit, I do need you,” he confessed to himself. He hastily shook off his high and fled from the soiled waters: releasing the plug and watching it swirl through the drain. Taking a deep inhale through his nose, he exhaled his promise through his lips without breathing the words to light. 

He will see you again.

He will confess his desires for you.

He will make you his. 

Luffy

Immediately jolting from his bed, his brows furrowed low as he slotted his legs into each leg-hole of his denim pants. Hoisting it up over his deflating cock, he narrowed his vision by deeply scowling.

Why were you in his thoughts? Why did you ask him to defile you like that? Why did you want him to hold you close and fuck you so viciously? 

And why did he want to? 

Tugging up his waistband, he shrugged on his red vest and began to briskly walk to where he knew you were aboard his ship. Designating you as his watch shift for tonight had you positioned within the crows nest and looking out over the horizon while the rest of the crew slumbered. Reaching the woven footfalls of the rope-ladder had Luffy immediately scurry up to confront you. 

As soon as he hoisted his way up over the last barricade, his deep frown softened into a warm smile. Gently scrunching his nose, he hooked his heel into the last loop and pulled himself over the railing to slip quietly beside you.

Nestled warmly beneath your blankets, you stared at the rippling ocean and stood alert at each uncharted wave rippling in an unsoundly manner. Holding your gaze firm on the moon shining on the waves had you jolt upright the moment your captain unceremoniously plopped himself down beside you. 

“Captain-!” you squealed in surprise, gently moving to a seated-fighting position by thrusting your hands up to your chest before the familiarity of your boss removed thoughts of violence from your mind. Your shock turned into glee at his presence by your side, a subtle shift that didn’t escape your captain’s notice.

“Didn’t mean to shock you,” he chuckled with a soft wink, moving his body closer to yours with a gentle pull. Softening his cheery smile, his eyes dragged over your face and marveled at the way you looked within the night air. “Hi.” 

“Hi back, Captain,” you offered him with a slight giggle in your tone, “What brings you out tonight? Shouldn’t you be sleeping or raiding Sanji’s pantry?” He couldn’t help but laugh along with your playfulness, gently nudging his shoulder with your own before resting his cheek on your covered flesh.

“I actually came out to see you,” he admitted without remorse, defeat, or malicious intent, “I had a dream about you and wanted to make sure you were alright.” 

You stiffened beneath the weight of his confession before shifting to make yourself comfortable with his head tucked safely within your shoulder. Glancing out from the corner of your eye, you notice the way Luffy’s eyes fluttered closed while he tucked himself into your embrace. He seemed out of sorts: his actions feeling far more clingy and desperate than his usual demeanor. 

“Nightmares, Cap?” you asked him, gently opening the flap of the duvet and inviting him within your solace, “Some rough dreams on quiet waters?”

“Nah, nothin’ like that,” he offers, eagerly accepting your embrace by hooking his shoulders beneath your arms, “I was just thinkin’ about you, s’all. Like I said: wanted to make sure you were okay.” His arms eagerly found themselves coiling around your waist, tugging you into himself and nestling closer. 

Gently chuckling at his motions, you shrouded his shoulders beneath the cloak of your heavy blankets, nestling him into your skin and holding you within your solidified embrace. Tucking his head beneath your cheek, you softly whispered against his temple.

“You just rest, Cap,” you spoke calmly and lovingly against his skin, cooing down at his nestled form within your arms, “I’ll be right here when you wake up, alright? Just sleep.” He nuzzled against your warmth, holding himself against you and scrunching his eyes tightly shut,

His lips moved, his words muffled and incoherent as his eyes fell half-lidded. His arms felt possessive around you, holding you firmly as if you would dissipate into smoke at the earliest convenience. You could’ve sworn his lips puckered and pressed against your skin, caressing you with his mouth in a sweet kiss as he drifted off into slumber. The softest whisper tumbling over his lips and going unmissed by your ears as you peered out to the open ocean.

“I’ll see you in my dreams,” he confessed lazily, his heart on his sleeve as he slowly slipped within the depths of calming slumber. His breathing tapered out as he focussed on the easy beat of your heart, prompting his own to beat within the same tempo. 

As his breath grew heavy and laboured, you readjusted him to lie in a more comfortable position on his lap, slowly caressing the crown of his head by carding your fingers through his curled locks.

“Rest well, my captain,” you sighed down onto him, ignoring the way your heart skipped a beat at the possessive undertones your profession indicated. He was your captain, a captain you knew as yours and your only one. You would lay down your life for the opportunity to do him proud: winning battles, foraging for food, and hunting beasts for a moment of his attention. He was your captain, and you were his crew. 

But the lingering emotions flooding your hearts with the warmth of infatuation had you both believe you could be more than just that. For now, contentment found you. Luffy’s breathing expanded out as his peace prompted you to guard him as you found your own. The night watch was uneventful: the giddiness of the morning to follow your captain’s sleep buzzed your senses and held you awake overnight. 

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[rafey-baby]

c/w: yoga instructor!rafe being touchy & suggestive (is he even talking about yoga atp?) 18+ mdni!

wc: 890

part 2

- - - - - - - - - - - - - -

She signed up for the class in order to help her achy muscles relax a bit, not expecting the instructor to be so…hot (for the lack of better words).

Therefore, it was nearly impossible for her focus her attention on his directions since all she could concentrate on was the way his muscles would ripple under his shirt and his beefy forearms flex whenever he’d demonstrate a new pose with sweat glittering on his forehead.  

He’d make rounds around class and help everyone get their form right and whenever he’d get to her, his hands would always linger for longer than necessary, making her assume she simply needed more assistance since she hadn’t really been paying attention when he was explaining it at the front.  

“Clumsy little thing, huh?” he’d playfully mock her when she’d stumble on her feet the minute his hands weren’t supporting her.

He'd always correct her posture with a warm palm on her waist— pushing her forward with a soft press of his big hand against her back; tapping her thigh to get her to switch into a better position. Heady breaths tickling her ear when he'd mumble out advice on how to get the stretch to feel deeper, murmuring soft words of encouragement in a certain cadence that would make her tingle, something profound in her tummy flutter.  

“This one’s a bit of a harder one but I know you can take it, yeah?”  

“Shit, you’re getting so good at this.”  

“You feel that?” 

Then one day after class when nearly everyone’s left and there’s only a few people loitering around, gathering their things, Rafe pads over to her. 

She’s in the midst of taking a sip from her water bottle and his tall frame approaching her makes her look up; he’s clad in a black pair of workout shorts and a dark grey t shirt. Her gaze stalls on the way his tongue pokes out to lick over his pillowy lips.  

“Hey, so I thought I could go over that one pose with you one more time. Just so you really get it for next time, yeah?” He suggests, merely wanting to help out the poor girl who’s always struggling in the back of his class.  

“Oh, um— sure,” she answers, embarrassment painting over her features because she knows exactly what he’s referring to; a specific position where she had toppled over and hit the floor, making Rafe’s eyes widen in concern and the other people around her gasp and ask if she was okay.  

It didn’t really even hurt that much, she thinks. At least not as much as her flimsy ego that got bruised up in the midst of it all, trying to cover up how humiliated she had felt with a small laugh, climbing back up to stand on wobbly legs accompanied by a flushed face.   

At this point they’re the only people left and she suddenly feels all too nervous because she’s never been alone with him before. Her inhales and exhales are turning labored, intractable. And she’s not sure whether her clamorous respiration is echoing in the empty room or in the empty halls of her mind. She mentally crosses her fingers and wishes it’s the latter, stepping on top of her shamrock-colored yoga mat.  

“So, what you wanna do is concentrate your weight on this leg, so you don’t lose your balance,” he taps her right thigh and she nearly stumbles on her feet once again; the corners of his mouth tugging up. “And then bend the other one right here, you think you can do that?”  

“Mhm,” she hums as she moves her limbs in the way he’s patiently instructing her to.  

“Just like that,” blue hydrangea eyes are glued to her, making her think he can read right through her as she swallows at the praise.  

“Then, you gotta lean your weight here,” he settles a hearty hand on her right upper arm, thumb mindlessly skating over her burning skin as she does just that.  

“There you go, Bambi,” he murmurs and a pomegranate tinge blushes over her cheeks at the nickname, rounded eyes trying to blink away the haze that clouds over them.  

“You feel it here?” His fingertips graze over her inner thigh and she manages a nod, limbs feeling mellow and spongy all of a sudden. 

“Good, good,” he breathes out and her brain turns into a knotted ball of wool at his intoxicating proximity.  

“And if you ever feel like you’re gonna fall, just focus on a specific spot on the floor or the wall or anything, it’ll help, alright?” The words sound almost gravelly when he rasps them out as his palms rest on her waist, strong arms steadying her.  

“Okay…thanks,” she manages out, sucking in some air her lungs are screaming for since apparently, she’s forgotten how important breathing is.  

He then pushes her forward a little, making her let out a small noise from the back of her throat in surprise. The sudden stretch of the position she’s now in making her gasp.  

“I know, feels good, huh?”  

“Uh— yeah,” she squeaks out, feeling the cotton material of her panties dampening at the way he’s speaking to her; her thoughts turning into something indecent, muddy...

[gomtangii]

can't get enough!

boyfriend!rafayel x fem!reader wc: 890 cw: NSFW minors and ageless dni, unprotected sex, cunnilingus, aftercare

rafayel is insatiable.

you would've never guessed this before you started dating him. he's always been flirty, suggestive, even seductive, but he turned out to be a bit of a prude. all he ever gave you were kisses, but anything further he'd get all red and would push you away.

"if you keep touching me, i'll scream!" he squeals, covering his chest as he wiggles away from you.

"rafayel!" you groan.

he just said he needed a bit of time and of course you would give him that, you just did not understand his overreaction, treating you like a lewd fiend!

then finally, the day came. he took you out on a nice shopping spree and fancy dinner, then took you back to his house. he sits you down on the couch and you're confused when he says the two magical words:

"i'm ready."

and, well, rafayel was right to threaten to scream, because the moment he said that, you did end up pouncing on him. you jumped on top and started kissing him fervently, your lips pressing against his. instead of pushing you away like he always has, he holds you by your hips and returns your desperate kisses. you taste so sweet, he can't believe he managed to hold out this long.

his hands drag down to your ass, lifting you up and letting your legs wrap around him as he carries you to his bedroom. he lays you down gently on his plush sheets, staring down at your flushed face, half-lidded eyes, and puffy lips. blood rushes to his cock as he takes off his shirt in a hurry. you squeeze your own legs as you watch him strip, the sight sensual and erotic. when you try to unbutton your own shirt, he stops you, choosing to do it himself.

you're so beautiful and he isn't sure he can hold back any longer, but neither can you. in the quickest way possible, you're both now bare, pinned under rafayel as he fucks into you at a rapid pace. stars block your eyes as the tip of his cock kisses your cervix, stretching you out oh so well. you bite down onto his sheets, unable to think when he keeps interrupting your thoughts with every thrust.

"so good, you're doing s-so good," rafayel stutters, unable to think as well, "feels sooo good, can't believe i waited so fucking long i should've fucked you sooner you're so fucking good for meeee... gonna fuck you everyday." he groans into your ear, sloppily leaving marks on your neck and back.

suddenly his thrusts get staggered as he pushes your ass up in the air to hit deeper when he stops, cumming straight into your womb. he moans loudly, his chest pressed up against your back as he encases you, making you take it. the feeling of his cock spurting and twitching inside you sends you over the edge, your pussy convulsing around his length and encouraging him to cum more.

you pant, your body falling limp on the bed, but rafayel doesn't pull out. he doesn't even turn soft. instead, all he does is whisper into your ear.

"again."

what you didn't expect is for him to continue fucking you for the next few hours and to keep this up for the next week. it was as if he was either trying to get you pregnant or to make up for lost time. perhaps both, but it was truly hard to tell what even turned him on.

you would be in a robe fresh out of the shower and he'd yank it off and push you backwards onto his recliner. you could be coming back from a workout and he'd be on his knees, nastily eating you out, telling you how sweet you taste. you could be bumming in sweats and he'd whisk you away to his bed. and if you stand in front of him in your best outfit? he would get so hard that you wouldn't be able to walk the next day.

it was a lot, but you didn't mind. the bath with petals and scented salts, the massages and lotion, the tray of snacks and drinks, all those paired with the soft kisses he'd press onto your cheeks while whispering "i love you" into your ear makes it worth it.

"hey, raf?" you murmur, cuddling against him as he pulls the blanket higher, kissing the top of your head, "why did you wait so long if you were going to be so... i don't know, insatiable?"

"i waited because of that exact reason," he chuckles, nuzzling your hair, "i knew i wouldn't be able to stop once i started and i didn't want you to dislike me for it."

"you're so stupid," you mutter, rolling your eyes, earning a well-earned scoff from rafayel.

"i'm being vulnerable and that's all you have to say?" he sobs dramatically.

"no, you stupid fish, i mean that you're stupid for thinking i would hate you for having the libido of a teenager," you turn around to cup his face, squishing his cheeks and pecking his lips, "i could never hate you. i love you."

his eyes widen for a second before smiling, his heart melting at your words. his kisses you again and snuggles you, murmuring softly,

"i love you too."

can you believe that he's my number one and this is my first work for him

[dixons-sunshine]

(GIF isn’t mine.)

Summary: After getting attacked by a Saviour that hurt you, Daryl was visibly shaken up, enraged by what happened. You needed to talk him down and try and help him relax, not realizing that your injuries were worse than you thought.

Genre: Angst.

Era: Saviour war.

Warnings: Blood, bruises, injuries, typical TWD warnings.

Word count: 890.

A/N: I don’t really know what this is, but I felt bad for the lack of writing and need to post something, so here’s this lol. It’s not my best work at all, but hope you all like this nonetheless!

Daryl was visibly shaken up, his appearance one of disarray. His hair was a mess, mud and splatters of blood coating the brown strands. His clothes were dirty and torn, and his face had blood dripping from it, both his own and from the now-dead prick that lay in front of him, the perp’s face unrecognizable from the sheer force of Daryl’s punches. Daryl’s knuckles were split open and clearly needed medical attention, although that was the least of his concern.

His mind was racing at the speed of light, his eyes resting solely on the corpse at his feet. Daryl was furious, his chest rising and falling at a rapid pace, his breaths deep and heavy. He was barely aware of his surroundings, too caught up in his own rage-driven thoughts.

“Daryl?”

The soft, quiet sound of your voice reached the huntsman’s ears. However, he did not react to it. It sounded like you were far away, like he was submerged in water and your voice was muffled to him. He knew he had to snap out of it. He knew the two of you needed to get out of there. Other Saviours could show up at any given moment and then this would all have been for nothing. However, it was like he was paralyzed, unable to move, speak, or do anything.

Slowly and carefully, your frame appeared in front of him, your own appearance similar to his, and that made Daryl’s jaw clench. If the guy wasn’t already dead, Daryl would murder him again. He hurt you. He put his hands on you. That bastard deserved to burn in the fiery depths of hell for all eternity.

“Daryl,” you called to him softly, hoping to calm him down enough to make him realize that you both needed to get the hell out of there.

You raised your hand slowly, it being shaky and trembling, and gently cupped his cheek. The archer flinched a little but didn’t pull away, finally snapping out of the daze he was in. His cerulean eyes flickered over your face, taking in the cuts and bruises that were forming, his heart aching for the state you were in. The state his actions got you in. He felt absolutely terrible.

As if reading his mind, your gaze softened and you subtly shook your head. “Don’t.” When you saw the frown tug at Daryl’s eyebrows, you continued, “Don’t blame yourself for this. It’s not your fault.”

Daryl inhaled a shaky breath, not sure if he wanted to start crying or punch a wall. He was enraged at the whole situation. He was mad at himself for letting you get hurt. He was mad at the Saviour for daring to lay a finger on you. He was mad at everything. Everything except you.

“I’m okay, Dar. I promise.”

Daryl shook his head. “Y’ain’t. You’re hurt.”

You knew there was no use in trying to deny it. You were hurt. You ached all over, and you felt really dizzy. However, you couldn’t let that slow you down.

“I am,” you admitted, “but I’ll be fine. It’s nothing I can’t handle.” When Daryl went to protest, you cut him off. “I promise I’ll be okay, Dar.”

Daryl wanted to protest. However, low groans filled the air, and he saw the guy he had killed start to twitch. He had changed. Some part of Daryl wanted to leave the bastard like that. To let him walk like that for his whole miserable undead existence. However, he didn’t. Daryl forced himself to get it together and stepped away from your touch to get the walker in the brain, effectively killing the Saviour for the second time.

When he turned back to you, you were already adjusting your bag on your shoulders, grimacing at the pain that shot through your body at the added weight and stumbling a little bit. However, you chose to ignore it, knowing that there were more pressing concerns at hand.

“Let’s go,” you said quietly.

Daryl exhaled and strode over to you, holding his trusted crossbow up in front of him as you both began making your way out of the room. He snuck glances at you every few seconds, trying not to let the guilt of letting you get hurt consume him. There would be time to process and deal with everything later when you were back at Alexandria, safe and taken care of.

Daryl opened his mouth to say something, but before a sound could even leave him, you suddenly collapsed in front of him, no warning whatsoever. His heart stopped, before he rushed over to you, dropping his crossbow in the process. He dropped to his knees next to you, taking your face in his hands.

“Y/N?!” he exclaimed, scanning you to see what made you collapse. “Y/N!”

You weren’t fully unconscious, but Daryl knew you would be soon. Gingerly tilting your head to the side, he tried to see what caused this, his heart hammering against his ribcage when he saw blood pooling from a wound on the back of your head, one neither of you had noticed. As you slipped from consciousness, Daryl had only one thing on his mind:

He needed to get you back to Alexandria, and soon. And any Saviour that dared get in his way would suffer.

[jo-com]

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆➛ Baby Fever

Charles Leclerc x fem!reader x Alexandra Saint Mleux

Summary: The three of you raised a child together, and for two years you guys kept it a secret, but after thinking it through, you guys decided that it was finally time to show your daughter to the world.

Genre: Fluff, throuple, pregnancy, overall adorable

words: 890

TW: just some sweet rotting fluff, some grammatical error, not proofread, google translated french cause i can't speak french, sorry if i wrote it wrong.

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ ➛ My Masterlist

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After finding out that the three of you were pregnant, both Charles and Alex were over the moon—excited to meet their unborn baby. The baby hasn't even come out yet, but she/he has already been loved by all three of the parents.

Time had gone by easily; the once small bump in your tummy was now growing like crazy, it was like the size of a watermelon. Your back hurts like hell whenever you stand up but lucky for you, you had the most thoughtful girlfriend ever; always helping you up when you need to. Of course charles was also helpful but he was away most of the time leaving you and alex at home-- you didn't mind though, it was his passion and he loves it plus that's what keeps food at the table so yeah.

And just like that, nine months have passed; it felt like you were just pregnant yesterday and are now ready to give birth to the growing baby in your belly.

For nine whole months, both of them were supportive and caring throughout the whole pregnancy, always being there and staying by your side whenever you needed them.

...

"Are you sure you're ready, mon amour?" Charles asked, softly caressing the roof of your daughters hair.

"I am 100% sure, cha. I am ready to show Béatrice to the world, I think we kept her a secret for a long time now."

"We agree with you, mon cœur, but we just want you to be certain. We can still hide her from the rest and live this perfect little life of ours, just the four of us," Alex said with a worried tone. 

She grabbed your hand and intertwined it with hers, slowly brining it up her lips and softly kissing the top of your hand. "Nous nous inquiétons juste (we just worry). 

You softened at her touch and smiled. "I know you guys are worried, but I just want to show the world the love of my life and that I am living my best life with the two most important people in the world."

Charles and Alex looked at you with awe. They too want to show others the perfect life you guys have; they just worry that some people won't agree with what the three of you have. But they love that you're always optimistic about things, seeing the bright side of even the worst situations.

...

The very next day, you guys decided to watch one of Charles's races, of course, bringing Béatrice along with you.

Charles was already in the paddock, doing practice laps, leaving you, Alex, and your daughter to get ready.

"Are you ready to go, ma belle?" Alex asked, peeking her head in the door frame.

"One sec, love, I am just tying her shoelaces," you replied, tying the knots of her shoes and styling them up like a little bow.

"And....done!" Alex smiled at your adorableness and walked towards to where you and béatrice sat.

Alex was now standing beside you, helping you to carefully stand up. "You look so gorgeous, mon amour," she said, resting her hands on both your waists and slowly leaning closer to give you a kiss. 

You leaned in to the kiss, your hands travelling to rest on her shoulder.

"Maman, ouf (ew)," béatrice said, making you guys break the kiss and look at your daughter. Her tiny nose scrunched up to a frown. She was trying to look disgusted, but with her chubby cheeks, it was hard to tell; she looked like a bunny trying to twitch her nose. Alex only giggled and playfully rolled her eyes. "Tu es juste jaloux (you're just jealous)." "No!" your daughter argued, standing up and lightly smacking Alex's leg. Alex then picked her up and tickling her side making béatrice giggle out loud.

Y/n smiled contentedly, her heart feeling so full of love--there's nothing more heartwarming than the sight in front of her. 

"Ok break it up you two, we have to go now"

Alex smiled and put their daughter down. "Yes, ma'am!."

...

The three of you walked hand in hand in the paddock, earning a few quite shocked faces and jaws dropping from the sudden pressence of your guys's daughter. 

Charles spotted you guys and excused himself from the interviewer. He then quickly made his way to you guys.

"Ma vie, you made it" He said cheerfully; he smiled from ear to ear and just couldn't keep it on how happy he was that you guys were there. 

"We didn't want to miss it, béatrice Je voulais soutenir son père (wanted to support her daddy)" you said, caressing his broad shoulder.

Charles couldn't contain his excitement and kissed the two of you on the cheek. 

...

Throughout the day, you guys were bombarded with questions to which you politely replied. 

All the cameras were pointed directly at your daughter; there were people who were supportive, and there were just some who weren't, and it was alright with you guys. The only thing that mattered was that your baby was the life of the paddock; everyone turned their heads whenever she passed by, earning a few aws and coos from around the pit.

"I am glad we did this," you said, intertwining Alex's hands with yours. 

"Me too," she answered, resting her head on your shoulders.

...

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Short fluff, idk hope this is good also😭😭, thanks for the love that you guys showed on my last post!! Really boosted my confidence in writing!!💋💋

[solxamber]

vil, romantic, "By Birthright" by glaive. for the valentines event.

thank you! i love your writings and hope you have a good day/night!

thank you! hope you like my take on it <3

"Yours, By Fate or By Choice" || Vil Schoenheit

𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞'𝐬 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭

𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠: By Birthright by glaive

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 890

𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐬: Mild Emotional Hurt/Comfort

Vil was used to being loved.

No, not loved—admired. There was a difference.

He had been admired since the moment he first stepped into the limelight, sculpted into something unattainable, something people would whisper about in reverence but never truly touch. To be Vil Schoenheit meant to be adored from a distance, to be placed upon a pedestal so high that no one could see the cracks beneath the surface.

And yet, you never seemed to look at him like the rest of the world did.

It had unnerved him at first, the way you treated him normally, as if he were just another person rather than a name to be worshipped. You didn’t hesitate to scold him when he pushed himself too hard, nor did you hold back your laughter when he said something ridiculous. You never fawned over his beauty like others did, but you looked at him with something softer, something steadier, something real.

At first, he had thought you simply didn’t understand. That you hadn’t yet realized what being with him meant—the expectations, the scrutiny, the inevitable comparisons to whatever untouchable image the world had created for him.

So he waited.

For the moment you would hesitate. For the day you would begin to look at him with doubt, wondering if this was too much, if he was too much.

But that moment never came.

Instead, you stayed. You fit yourself into his world so easily, so naturally, that it left him reeling. Mornings with you wrapped in his sheets, complaining about the early hour but refusing to let go of his hand. Afternoons spent curled up beside him, reading while he worked, never demanding his attention but always there, a quiet, steady presence. Evenings where you pressed against his side at galas and public appearances, undeterred by flashing cameras and murmured gossip.

Your love was not the kind he was used to—loud, extravagant, built on expectations. It was simple, solid, given not because of what he was but because of who he was.

And that terrified him.

Because if your love was real, if it wasn’t something he had to earn, then what was stopping you from waking up one day and realizing he wasn’t enough?

The night it finally came to a head, the air was heavy with unsaid words.

You were seated beside him on the couch, one leg tucked beneath you, scrolling absentmindedly on your phone while he flipped through a script. The soft glow of the lamp cast golden light over your features, and for a moment, all Vil could do was stare.

You were beautiful. Not in the way the world demanded beauty to be—carefully curated, painfully refined—but in the way that made something ache inside his chest.

And before he could stop himself, the words slipped out.

"I don’t understand you."

You blinked, setting your phone aside. "What do you mean?"

His grip on the script tightened. "I don’t understand how you can sit there and look at me like that. Like you see me."

Confusion flickered across your face. "Vil, I—"

"You say you love me," he interrupted, the words coming out sharper than intended. He turned to face you fully, violet eyes searching yours for something—hesitation, doubt, anything that would make sense of this. "Do you really mean it? Or is it just another thing people say when they think they know me?"

Your brows furrowed, and before he could retreat into himself, you reached for his hand, threading your fingers through his with deliberate care.

"Of course I mean it," you said softly. Then, as if sensing the storm beneath his skin, you shifted closer, pressing your forehead against his. "I love you, Vil. Not the person in magazine covers, not the idol people worship. You."

He wanted to believe you. God, he wanted to. But belief had never come easily to him.

"You don’t have to say things just because—"

Your hands cupped his face, tilting it so he had no choice but to meet your gaze. "I love you," you repeated, each syllable deliberate, unwavering. "Not because I should, not because you’ve earned it, not because of some fate written in the stars. I love you because I chose to."

Something inside him broke.

It was such a simple truth, one he should have known, should have accepted. But it was different hearing it from you, from the one person who had never treated him as anything but Vil.

His throat felt tight. He closed his eyes, exhaling shakily. And when he spoke, his voice was barely above a whisper.

"Then I’ll hold you to that."

You smiled, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of his lips. "Good."

Vil had spent his whole life thinking love was something he had to fight for, something that could be taken away the moment he faltered.

But here you were, holding his hand, staying by his side, loving him without conditions or expectations.

And for the first time, he allowed himself to believe it.

It didn’t matter if the rest of the world saw him as untouchable, unreachable, forever performing.

Because you had chosen him. Not as a perfect idol, not as a destined love story, but as something real.

And as long as you were by his side, that was enough.

Masterlist ; Valentine's Event

[chevxyn]

FIRST love and first LOVE.

ft. itoshi sae, itoshi rin, & you.

angst, fluff, childhood crush troupe, friends to lovers.

wc : 890

your FIRST love, it was sae.

he was the awakening of your love story, and your bestfriend.

you were a child, who had passion for art. you were not much older than ten when you met sae. it was when a few older boys that was at the age of twelve was bullying you. and he stood up for you, his little brother that seemed to be your age behind him.

when the two of them approached you, they were kind to hand their arms reaching for yours. that’s the first time you met them. it didn’t take long until the three of you became friends. more specifically, you and sae. rin was just kinda there since he was a little shy to you.

when you would watch them joke and play together, you would also draw the scenery around. and they would compliment you, which you would just get flustered. giving them a smile aswell as thanking them.

sae would get the two of you popsicles, and even invite you to their house. where you met their parents, and fortunately, they seem to love you too. to you, sae really was the kindest person.

the three of you would hang out at the shore, as sae would sit next to you, your heart would beat. you were a kid, you didn’t know this feeling yet. even your parents never explained it, so you never told anyone.

it’s at the shore again on the other side of the fence, the three of you have been friends for around two years now. sae explained how he’ll go away tomorrow to spain, and your heart dropped.

your bestfriend, is going away? rin didn’t expressed alot of emotions, but you were frowning. which sae took notice, “come on now, [nickname].” he said and pushed you sideways using his elbow.

“who knows? maybe you’re gonna end up big like that leonardo da vinci guy and come to spain with us.” he smirked and you let out a small chuckle, “but i promise, when we do meet up again, the three of us, will become the best in world.”

and so it was time to say goodbye to sae, it was at the airport. you had their final hug with sae. which sae gladly accepted, hugging you too before saying goodbye to his parents and rin. and this is the loss of your first love.

your first LOVE, it was rin.

he is your love story, and your darling lover.

after sae’s departure, you and rin never had a separation, dare you say, you gotten even closer. rin saw you as his other sibling. well, atleast at first.

as the two of you had gotten older, so did your feelings. rin has been increasingly gentle with you, and worked even harder to catch after sae. unfortunately, that day came.

where sae went home, the first time in a while that you met sae again, you noticed he was not like he was. he was much colder, and your heart dropped seeing him. and just a few moments after that, a fight broke out with the two brothers. it was something that you did not imagine to happen, especially when you heard him saying these words to his own little brother, “I don’t need you in my life anymore.”

after sae had left the scene, you went to rin. immediately crouching to his level, and rin was holding back tears. he was down to his knees, before you held him in your arms, hugging him.

it was after a few days, you visited rin again, where you saw him ruining the trophies that he worked so hard for. you came running to him, and calmed him down before he looked at you.

“he crushed my dreams, i’m gonna crush his.” this is not what you expected, but just nodded to him. “[name], what am i gonna do?” he said moments later, his voice more quiet and vulnerable.

few months have passed since then, and rin had grown more colder to everyone except you, and you had noticed this. you would express your concern whenever he would do stupid things, dangerous ones.

“ya know, you need to stop doing those stunts, what if you get hurt?” you said as you sighed, sitting beside him at the ground watching movies with him.

“i have you to take care of me, don’t i?” he reasoned, and you frowned at that excuse, looking at him. “i mean yeah, but,” you tried to reason, but he cuts you off. “but what? don’t you like me?” he said and you froze, huh? “you always took care and looked after me, more than my brother ever did.”

“i mean, i do like you, but-“ rin glanced at you, “but what?” you blinked, and raised your eyebrow. “[name], if it isn’t obvious with your peanut brain, i also like you.”

the world felt like it stopped at that time. as you could only see his side profile, he didn’t even bother to look at you as he confessed that. but eventually, he does and the two of you locked eyes.

his beautiful teals ones against yours, you felt your heart racing, more than ever that you can hear it beating. “do you accept me too?” he simply said, and that’s how he ended up as your first love.

©chevxyn

[seonghrtz]

KISS ME !

𝒮 YNOPS𝑖S,ㅤㅤthe kiss cam didn't seem like such a bad idea.

͏𝒘. ͏ ͏͏ dean winchester & f!reader ᡴꪫ ( 890 ) fluff + cw. lovesick!dean (?) jealousy implied mutual pining.

Dean Winchester didn't expect to be in the stands at a baseball game with you and his brother.

However, it wasn't as if he wasn't enjoying the moment.

After solving so many cases and saving the world so many times, a little rest and fun wouldn't go amiss, in fact it would do him and his health a great deal of good. And when Sam told him he'd won three tickets to a baseball game, he didn't hesitate to accept the offer ⸻ especially when he found out you'd be going too.

Dean glanced at you every five seconds. Secretly (or maybe not so secretly), Dean had harboured feelings for you for some time, but given the line of work as a hunter and the terrible fear of losing you, he decided it was best to keep those feelings to himself and to himself alone ⸻ even if sometimes his actions ended up revealing his true feelings more than expected.

It was almost automatic for Dean to have his eyes on you ⸻ it was inevitable. And at that moment, with you in an outfit so different from the ones you wore to hunt, with such a serene expression on your face, a bright smile, it was hard for him to concentrate on anything but you. Dean didn't know if he'd ever seen you so relaxed, as if the weight of the world was no longer a burden on your shoulders, and he knew he'd do anything to see that version of you more often.

As the game went into half-time, the attention of the fans wandered until the moment of the famous kiss cam.

Everyone was having fun, some people did something funny before kissing the person next to them, some refused (one girl even held up a sign saying that the boy next to her was her brother), there was a man who kissed the bottle of beer he was holding, another who kissed the mascot of one of the teams. And in the midst of all this amusing confusion, Dean couldn't help but wonder how you'd react if the kissing camera was turned on you and him. And his questioning sounded more like a desperate desire to be able to kiss you.

However, his thoughts were interrupted when he noticed you laughing and making a sign of denial. The older Winchester's eyes followed where you were looking, noticing you and Sam on the big screen inside a heart frame with "kiss cam" written on it.

Dean didn't know whether to be relieved that you had refused to kiss his brother, or outraged that they had filmed you and Sam instead of you and him (since you were sitting between the Winchesters).

Some time passed and the camera focused on other couples, some likely and some unlikely, until suddenly the kissing cam returned to you and Sam. Together, you and Sam refused to kiss, making denial movements as you laughed at the situation, but the audience began to eagerly repeat the word "Kiss!" in unison. And when the two of you realised that there was no escape for that situation, you grabbed the younger Winchester's face and gave him a long kiss on the cheek, causing half the audience to cheer and the other half to boo.

Dean shifted in his seat, uncomfortable with the whole situation, not noticing the movement you had made with your hands (your figure on the screen pointed to the older Winchester sitting next to you). He sighed and stared at a random point in the arena, feeling his interest in the game fade. Dean tried to follow a few moments of the game, but his mind spun in a sea of what-ifs. What if you and Sam had really kissed? What would happen between you and his little brother? Would it have been platonic or mutual? What if it was a mutual feeling?

Dean felt his stomach turn at the thought of you liking Sam and Sam liking you. For a moment, he felt selfish for wishing it would never happen, but he quickly reprimanded himself for the direction his thoughts had taken. If for some reason fate wanted you and Sam to be together, he would try to be happy for his brother and for you, even if it destroyed him completely.

The older Winchester only came back to reality when he felt someone tap him on the shoulder. He turned to look at the person and saw that you were facing him with a huge smile on your face. Before Dean could ask what was going on, you approached his face and planted a kiss on his lips.

When you ended the kiss, you pointed to a spot and Dean, still surprised by the sudden kiss, followed his gaze to where you were pointing, noticing the image of him and you on the screen inside the heart frame.

The older Winchester was so lost in his thoughts that he hardly noticed that they were already on another break and that the kiss cam was filming him and you.

Dean swallowed, trying to recover from the surprise as he bit his lower lip, trying to keep his smile from slipping away, realising that just a simple kiss had made him so happy.

Yeah, maybe the kiss cam wasn't so bad after all.

do i know anything about baseball? no! but i saw a compilation of funny kiss cam moments on tiktok and thought "why not write something about it?"

© seonghrtz, 2025. all rights reserved, please do not copy / steal / translate / modify any of my works!

[bluejeanstrash]

tags: boyfriend! seungcheol x reader, 18+, mdni, having piv sex for the first time but seungcheol’s dick is too big :(, size kink, pet names (baby, good girl) | wc: 890

‘fuck, baby’ seungcheol says in a breathy whisper, dragging his teeth up his bottom lip.

‘fuck, you can barely take it’ he shudders, seeing how your walls are being stretched open trying to take his thickness. there’s something about the way it doesn’t quite fit in there that makes him ache.

‘you-, you’re so big’ there it is. those words again. he never gets tired of you being in awe of his size. he gives you more, and you take it, gripping tight onto his throbbing cock, allowing only a little bit of it inside you. he’s barely past the head when you wince.

‘are you okay?’ you nod, desperate to fit him all the way but your body doesn’t allow it; your cunt tightens making his cock slip out of you.

‘baby, let’s stop. i don’t want to hurt you’ he cooes, his thumb gently stroking your cheek.

‘no, you’re not hurting me. please, put it inside me…i can take it’ your words drive him crazy. how can resist you when you’re begging for his cock like this?

‘baby…’

‘please’ you pout ‘i want to feel all of you in me’

‘yeah? you want all of me?’ his voice is soft. he takes his cock in his palm, stroking himself slowly before resting it on your stomach ‘i’ll be that deep inside you baby’ you look down, feeling a little dizzy seeing where the tip reaches — just a little below your belly button.

‘all the way till there..’ he whispers, making your toes curl.

seungcheol bends, inches away from you ‘i don’t think your tight little pussy can take me’ he mutters against your lips before kissing you, and slowly starts to roll his hips, his cock rubbing on your stomach. his movements are measured, every stroke a reminder of just how deep he’ll be.

‘cheollie, please, i need it’

‘so impatient’ he smiles, kissing you again, sliding his tongue into your mouth. you make out, his languid strokes building your anticipation for the real thing. and just a few minutes later you feel his cock start to leak with his precum, leaving wet streaks of arousal on your stomach. you can’t wait anymore.

‘seungcheol…please’ he’d love to tease just a tiny bit more but seungcheol needs you just as bad.

he gives you one last kiss, and another on your cheek before leaning back. you watch as he grabs his heavy cock, tapping it against your stomach — the sound of which makes you moan. he loves it when you sound needy like that for him.

‘spread open for me baby’ he orders gently as you do, showing him just how soaked and swollen your pussy is for his cock.

‘shit’ and you love it when he sounds needy like that for you.

carefully, he pushes back in as you gasp, immediately squeezing tight. ‘relax...’ you breathe, feeling your body loosen up.

‘that’s it…that’s a good girl’ he gives you just a bit more, warming you up inch by inch ‘fuck, you’re so tight..’

seungcheol can feel you need a little help to fully relax so he brings two of his fingers to his mouth, licking them wet, before placing them on your clit to caress in slow circles. the pressure of him pushing something so heavy into you paired with his light touches is heavenly. ‘a-ah’ and you let him know through your soft moans, those pretty sounds spilling past your parted lips.

‘you’re doing so good’ he praises but when you look down you see he’s just halfway in, a faint look of worry now on your face.

‘okay?’ he notices straight away. you nod, placing your palm flat against his chest.

‘just keep going slowly…and don’t stop’ he grips your waist with both hands, pressing down on your stomach as he pushes further. he’s already drunk on the way you look right now — the soft flush of lust on your cheeks and that wanting look in your half-lidded eyes — but then you grab your breasts, squeezing them sensually and fondling your nipples. he could die of desire.

‘fuck baby, you’re so hot’ he watches you, giving you more of him ‘keep touching yourself like that...just a little…more’ he groans, and with a final push he penetrates you fully, your warmth enveloping him.

‘f-uck, you’re so big’ you whimper, eyebrows furrowed ‘baby you feel so good inside me…so good’ he groans at your praises. seungcheol’s so weak for the way his cock has almost disappeared inside you, and he swears he can see the faint outline of it bulging in your stomach.

‘you feel amazing’ he moans and starts to thrust, giving you only shallow strokes to get used to him.

‘mm, deeper..’ you ask for immediately, fingertips pawing at his skin, making him chuckle.

‘you-’ he pulls out completely, leaving you empty and aching all at once. you can feel his wet tip hovering near your wetter entrance, pressing against it teasingly ‘-are so impatient’

‘why are you in such a hurry, baby?’ he leans in to give you a kiss, pulling back to look at you ‘we’ve got all night-’ and suddenly, in one single stroke he pushes his entire length back in as you gasp ‘-and i’m just getting started with you’

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One Piece Single Character Masterlist

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This is where you can find all of my headcanons, drabbles, and fics for a single specific character. Genres are marked, everything is SFW unless otherwise specified (there is plenty of smut on here, MDNI). If it says coming soon, that means it’s in the queue. Enjoy!! 

Luffy: 

Luffy Fluff // Angst Compilation [Fluff // Angst]

Luffy NSFW // Smut Compilation [NSFW // Smut]

Filthy [NSFW // Smut] {Word Count: 2,110]

Zoro: 

Zoro’s Type [Fluff] 

Smutty Zoro Headcanons [NSFW // Smut] 

Zoro Relationship Headcanons [Fluff] 

Zoro Fluff // Angst Compilation [Fluff // Angst]

Zoro NSFW // Smut Compilation [NSFW // Smut]

Sanji: 

Sanji Fluff // Angst Compilation [Fluff // Angst] 

Sanji NSFW // Smut Compilation [NSFW // Smut] 

Ace: 

Random Ace Headcanons [Fluff] 

Smutty Ace Headcanons [NSFW // Smut] 

Ace Relationship Headcanons - Part 1 [Fluff] 

Ace Relationship Headcanons - Part 2 [Fluff] 

Ace’s Type [Fluff] 

Angsty Ace Headcanons [Angst] 

Ace Fluff // Angst Compilation [Fluff // Angst]

Ace NSFW // Smut Compilation [NSFW // Smut]

Cold As Ice [Fluff] {Word Count: 492} 

Blue Balls - Part 1 [NSFW // Smut] {Word Count: 1,001} 

Blue Balls - Part 2 [NSFW // Smut] {Word Count: 1,190}

Sabo: 

Random Sabo Headcanons [Fluff] 

Sabo Relationship Headcanons [Fluff] 

Sabo’s Type [Fluff]

Angsty Sabo Headcanons [Fluff] 

Smutty Sabo Headcanons [NSFW // Smut] 

Sabo Fluff // Angst Compilation [Fluff // Angst]

Sabo NSFW // Smut Compilation [NSFW // Smut]

Blue Balls - Part 1 [NSFW // Smut] {Word Count: 1,153} 

Blue Balls - Part 2 [NSFW // Smut] {Word Count: 1,378} 

Scars [Angst // Fluff] {Word Count: 890} 

Law: 

Random Law Headcanons [Fluff] 

Smutty Law Headcanons [NSFW // Smut] 

Law Relationship Headcanons [Fluff] 

Law’s Type [Fluff] 

Law Fluff // Angst Compilation [Fluff // Angst]

Law NSFW // Smut Compilation [NSFW // Smut]

Paint Me Happy In Blue [Fluff] {Word Count: 1,262} 

Blue Balls - Part 1 [NSFW // Smut] {Word Count: 954}

Blue Balls - Part 2 [NSFW // Smut] {Word Count: 1,437} 

Lawbin Headcanons [Fluff] 

Law Leaving - Part 1 [Angst // Eventual Fluff] {Word Count: 978} 

Law Leaving - Part 1.5 [Angst // Eventual Fluff] {Word Count: 575}

Law Leaving - Part 2 [Angst // Eventual Fluff] {Word Count: 1,695}

I Can Handle It [NSFW // Smut] {Word Count: 1,934}

Gross [Fluff] {Word Count: 668} 

A Lucky Injury [Fluff] {Word Count: 643} 

Kid: 

Random Eustass Kid Headcanons [Fluff] 

Eustass Kid Relationship Headcanons [Fluff] 

Eustass Kid Smutty Headcanons - Part 1 [NSFW // Smut] 

Eustass Kid Smutty Headcanons - Part 2 [NSFW // Smut] 

Kid Fluff // Angst Compilation [Fluff // Angst]

Kid NSFW // Smut Compilation [NSFW // Smut] 

Piercing Your Nipples - Part 1 [NSFW // Smut] {Word Count: 1,651} 

Piercing Your Nipples - Part 2 [NSFW // Smut] {Word Count: 919}

Blue Balls - Part 1 [NSFW // Smut] {Word Count: 1,427}

Blue Balls - Part 2 [NSFW // Smut] {Word Count: 1,591}

Shanks: 

Random Shanks Headcanons [Fluff] 

Shanks Relationship Headcanons [Fluff] 

Smutty Shanks Headcanons [NSFW // Smut]

Shanks Fluff // Angst Compilation [Fluff // Angst] 

Shanks NSFW // Smut Compilation [NSFW // Smut] 

Beckman: 

Random Beckman Headcanons [Fluff] 

Beckman Relationship Headcanons [Fluff]  

Smutty Beckman Headcanons [NSFW // Smut] 

Beckman Fluff // Angst Compilation [Fluff // Angst]

Beckman NSFW // Smut Compilation [NSFW // Smut]

Crocodile: 

Random Crocodile Headcanons [Fluff] 

Crocodile Relationship Headcanons [Fluff] 

Crocodile’s Type [Fluff] 

Smutty Crocodile Headcanons [NSFW // Smut]

Crocodile Fluff // Angst Compilation [Fluff // Angst] 

Crocodile NSFW // Smut Compilation [NSFW // Smut]

Mihawk: 

Random Mihawk Headcanons [Fluff] 

Mihawk Relationship Headcanons [Fluff] 

Mihawk’s Type [Fluff] 

Smutty Mihawk Headcanons [NSFW // Smut] 

Mihawk Fluff // Angst Compilation [Fluff // Angst]

Mihawk NSFW // Smut Compilation [NSFW // Smut]

Doflamingo: 

Doflamingo NSFW // Smut Compilation [NSFW // Smut]

Corazon: 

Corazon NSFW // Smut Compilation [NSFW // Smut]

Smoker: 

Smoker Fluff // Angst Compilation [Fluff // Angst]

Killer: 

Killer Relationship Headcanons [Fluff] 

[ialreadymadeyouapromise]

𝐁𝐀𝐃 𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐓 𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃.

PAIRING: evan buckley x fem!reader WARNINGS: kissing, no use of y/n GENRE: FLUFF SONG INSPIRATION: no lie - sean paul, dua lipa WORD COUNT: 890

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you’d been worried about evan for a while now. 

his lip biting habit was getting completely out of hand. it started as something you barely noticed, just a quick nip here or there when he was deep in thought. but over time, it had become constant. 

stressful situations? he’d gnaw at his lip. awkward silences? there he was, tugging at the tender skin with his teeth. even when he was doing something as mundane as scrolling through his phone, his lips bore the brunt of his absentmindedness.

it was driving you mad. not because it was irritating, though you had half a mind to grab his chin and physically stop him, but because his lips were perpetually red, swollen, and sometimes even cracked.

one particularly bad day, he’d been so lost in thought that his lips had started bleeding. you’d seen it happen from across the room, wincing as he dabbed at the cut with a tissue, looking sheepish when he caught your concerned gaze.

that was the final straw.

the solution came to you in the middle of the night. you’d been lying in bed, scrolling through your favourite online shop, when you stumbled across a set of flavoured lip balms. a lightbulb went off in your head. if evan couldn’t stop biting his lips, maybe you could make it more interesting, and beneficial – for both of you.

the next morning, you arrived at work armed with a plan and your first flavour was honey. sweet, subtle.

evan was sitting at the kitchen table in the station, staring blankly at his phone, his teeth worrying his bottom lip as usual. you’d been watching him for a few minutes, waiting for the perfect moment.

“buck,” you said, pulling the lip balm out of your pocket.

he glanced up, his brow furrowing as he took in your determined expression. “what’s up?”

instead of answering, you twisted the cap off the balm and applied a generous layer to your lips. then, before he could ask any more questions, you leaned over and kissed him.

it wasn’t a long kiss, just enough to transfer the balm, but it left him wide eyed and speechless.

“what are you–”

“fixing your problem,” you said simply, sitting back in your chair.

his fingers brushed over his lips as he stared at you, his cheeks turning pink. “you kissed me.”

“yes, and i’ll do it again if you keep biting your lips.” you smirked, leaning forward on your elbows. “think of it as behaviour modification.”

he blinked, still processing what had just happened. “that’s... definitely one way to go about it.”

“exactly,” you said, popping the cap back on the balm. “now stop biting them. they already look so sore,” you pout.

it didn’t take long for your new routine to become a new kind of habit. every time evan started biting his lips, you’d pull out the balm, apply it to your lips, and kiss him. 

each time, you’d surprise him with a new flavour – vanilla mint one day, strawberry the next, even coconut on a particularly warm afternoon.

at first, he’d get flustered, his cheeks turning red as he stammered out a protest. “you don’t have to–” he’d start, but you’d cut him off with a raised eyebrow and a quick kiss. over time, though, he stopped protesting altogether.

one evening, after a particularly grueling shift, you caught him absentmindedly nibbling at his lips while the two of you were watching a film. without a word, you grabbed the balm from the coffee table and applied it. this time, you used a cinnamon roll flavour. warm, sweet, and comforting.

evan didn’t even hesitate. as soon as you leaned in, his hands found your waist, pulling you closer. the kiss was deeper than usual, slower, more deliberate. you could feel the way his lips softened under yours, the balm working it’s magic. when he pulled back, his lips were shiny, free of any signs of his nervous habit.

“you’re not even trying to stop me anymore,” you teased, brushing a thumb across his cheek.

“why would i?” he replied, his voice low and warm. “best treatment plan i’ve ever had.”

the lip balm kisses became a running joke at the station. the team started noticing how often evan’s lips looked glossy, and when they caught on, you couldn’t stop the teasing.

“hey, buck, what flavour is it today?” chimney asked one morning, leaning against the counter with a knowing grin.

“peach,” evan mumbled, avoiding everyone’s gaze as he rubbed the back of his neck.

“peach?” chimney laughed. “man, you’re whipped.”

evan didn’t deny it. instead, he shot you a soft smile from across the room, and you felt a certain warmth flow through you as you gave him a shy smile in return.

weeks turned into months, and the habit that had once driven you mad now became something you both cherished. you started keeping track of flavours, surprising evan with his favourites and experimenting with new ones.

some nights, he’d pull you into his lap, his hands cradling your face as he kissed you just to guess the flavour.

“chocolate mint?” he’d ask, his voice soft and teasing.

“wrong,” you’d reply with a grin. “it’s mocha.”

“close enough.” he’d kiss you again, and you’d both laugh,

the habit forgotten in the warmth of the moment.

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[gloomwitchwrites]

Just Like Dad (1 of 4)

Content & Warnings: referenced military career, domestic fluff, some humor, brief mention of pregnancy, canon-typical swearing, Simon is a girl dad

Word Count: 890

A/N: Part of the Imagines & What If Series

Filling out a parent questionnaire leads to Simon having to answer a hard question.

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“Daddy.”

 A small fist curls around the bottom of Simon’s shirt, tugging. He glances down, finding his daughter there holding out a piece of paper.

“What’s this?” Simon takes it from her, his gaze shifting to the black ink.

“It’s for school.”

It’s a questionnaire. Simons scans over the questions quickly before returning his gaze to his daughter. “Give me a second, love.”

Simon packs up the files he brought home from work. Grabbing a pencil, he strolls out to the living room, his daughter on his heels. Simon takes a seat in the middle of the sofa, placing the paper and pencil on the coffee table. His daughter snags a pillow off the couch, dropping it on the floor next to his legs. Sitting, she stares at him expectantly.

Simon nods toward the paper. “You need to practice your letters.”

She groans. “But it’s about you!”

Simon slowly slides the paper and pencil over to her. She pouts but takes up the pencil, the graphite tip poised above the first line.

“Name,” she says, glancing up at him.

“You know my name.”

She squints at him and looks back at the paper, taking her time to write each letter. She holds it up and Simon smiles. It’s stilted and a bit sideways, but it’s there. She asks several more questions like favorite food and color. Simon doesn’t understand the point to it but they’re likely doing a project on a parent.

“Job,” she says, expectant.

Job. His occupation. That’s a fucking complicated question.

“Military,” he answers.

She frowns. “How do you spell that?”

“Sound it out.”

She does so slowly, elongating each letter as she writes.

Simon glances over her shoulder and chuckles. “That’s an ‘i,’ darling.” He points and she aggressively erases her mistake.

When she finishes, she looks up at him. “Explain.”

Explain. Explain.

Explain…what?

That he kills people? That he negotiates the release of hostages? That he faces violence every day he’s on the job? That he sees some of the worst in people?

How the bloody hell does he explain all that to a six-year-old girl? How does he summarize the violence into a watered-down version that’s digestible enough for her, her teacher, the other students, and her school.

Simon swallows. “I stop bad people from doing bad things.”

She blinks. “Do I have to write all that?”

Simon barks a laugh. “It’s one sentence.”

She silently mimics him, shaking her little body in annoyance as she begins to write. Simon has no idea where the attitude comes from, but it’s likely from Johnny.

“Next question,” prompts Simon once the sentence is written down.

She hesitates and then turns in his direction. “Can I be like you when I grow up?”

Could she? Yes. But the very idea of her in the line of danger frightens him. It twists his stomach, knowing all the things that could befall her if she were to follow in his footsteps. Simon’s gut-instinct is to tell her “No.”

“Why do you want to be like me?” he asks.

She shrugs. “You’re strong. I want to be strong like you.”

“You don’t need to do what I do to be strong.”

“Uh, no,” she says, matter-of-fact, peering at the next question.

Fucking hell, she’s going to be an absolute hellion when she hits puberty. Sighing, Simon rubs at his temple. For some reason, he glances away from his daughter, his gaze landing on you in the hallway. With your hand cradling your slightly swollen belly, you watch on with an amused expression.

Number two. Will this one be like her? Wanting to do what he does?

“Daddy.”

Simon turns back to his daughter. She points at the paper with the tip of her pencil, head tilted slightly to the side.

He leans forward. “What’s the next question?”

“What does your day look like?” She grins up at him, ready for his answer.

Simon hears your soft laugh from the hall, and then your footsteps across the carpet. Your hand reaches out to cradle the back of Simon’s neck. On instinct, he lifts his arm, resting his hand on the small of your back.

“Go on, Simon. Tell her,” you tease, knowing that he’s struggling to form an answer.

“Do you put your mask on first?” The question is innocent but Simon laughs anyway.

“No,” he chuckles, gently taking the paper and pencil from her. “I kiss your mother first.”

Simon drags you in for a kiss.

“Ugh. Gross.” She makes a face, tiny nose scrunching up in disgust.

“Still want my job?” Simon presents the paper and she snatches up in her little fist.

“No thanks,” she sing-songs, stuffing the paper in her backpack, crinkling it up.

You hide your grin in Simon’s shoulder, and Simon tugs you closer. “Good save,” you murmur.

Simon presses his lips to the top of your head. “She has one of my masks.”

“I know,” you giggle. “Found it under her pillow this morning. I put it in your bag.”

“Was it covered in your makeup this time?”

“Had to wash it.”

Simon shakes his head in exasperation. He’s not annoyed. Just perplexed. He doesn’t understand why his daughter wants to be just like him.

It’s because she doesn’t know.

No. She doesn’t know. But one day she will. She might even change her mind.

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(IU X Male Reader) word count: 1022 words

"Come here, beautiful."

You motion IU to come closer. The smile on her face widens and she crawls over the sheets towards you. Your camera is focused on her as she reaches the edge of her bed.

Excitement rushes through you when IU starts to unbuckle your belt. You feel this way with every new idol you shoot with. You're curious how her smooth skin is going to feel in your hands, how good she might be in sucking you off and how tight her pussy might be for you.

"That's a good girl."

You stroke IU's hair as she opens your pants. Your cock escapes your boxers when she pulls at your waistband. It lands on top of her face, making her gasp in appreciation and excitement.

Often their companies, or sometimes the idols themselves tell you up front what kind of sex they like. Their kinks, stuff that they want to try out and things that you're not allowed to do with them. But when IU's company just told you she likes it really rough, you had to check out some of her previous content to make sure you get it right. And let's just say that "she likes it rough" is the understatement of the century. She is literally a freak.

You reach down to take her chin into your hand. You make her look up at you, but her eyes are mainly focused on your cock.

"Choke on my cock, you little slut."

You say it in a way that should make her blood run cold, but you can only see lust in her eyes.

IU gives your cock a few quick kisses here and there to test the waters, but then she takes most of it into her mouth without warning. You try your best to hold the camera steady as she suddenly goes to town your cock. Like you told her to, she starts to gag when she forces you down her throat. She quickly makes a mess of your cock, coating it in her salvia, while a lot or her spit starts to stain the sheets underneath her.

"Oh fuck."

You groan, unable to keep quiet. IU takes your dick down her throat with every bob of her head. You have to hold onto her hair with one hand because you feel like you might collapse otherwise.

"It's so good."

She moans as she backs away a little to get some air.

"I could choke on this cock all day."

Before you can say something, she already wrapped her lips around your cock again. The sounds of her choking on your dick echo through her bedroom. You feel her throat tighten around you, her muscles massaging your length.

You're embarrassed as you suddenly start to feel a familiar knot in your stomach. This is not the calm, calculated, almost elegant blowjob of a woman like Seohyun. This is an all out assault on your cock.

You eventually have to push IU off your cock to prevent yourself from cuming too early. She looks up at you, disappointment in her eyes, her mouth and chin covered in her spit. You order her to lie on her back and IU's mischievous smile lights up once more.

"Fuck me."

She begs as you kneel in front of her on her bed, your cock resting against her pussy. She's already wet, one of her hands gently rubbing her clit, while she looks up at you.

"I need your cock."

She does her best pout and you reward her with slowly pushing your cock into her tight cavern. The both of you moan in union. Now you understand why none of the guys in her previous videos lasted for very long.

You let her adjust to your size as you slowly thrust in and out of her, making her arch her back a little. Her small, naked body makes your own body unable to control yourself. Soon you're pounding her small frame into the matters beneath her. Her moans echo off the walls, while her hands claw for her sheets. Your hands are holding onto her small waist, partially pressing down on her midriff. You watch her eyes roll back, her back arching further.

"Harder! Harder!"

Her cries for more only fuel your desire to completely ruin her body. Your cock seems to split her open as you relentlessly fuck her tight pussy. Her small tits bounce to your rhythm, but you can only look at them. Your hands are busy with pulling her onto your cock whenever you thrust into her. Her legs used be wrapped around your hips, now they're just lying on her bed, numb with pleasure.

"Oh god!"

IU's moans become louder and you feel her pussy tighten even more around your cock. You lean over her a little more as some of your sweat starts to drip off your body and onto her. When you glance at the camera, that is lying next to her on the bed, to make sure it's still recording, you've got an idea.

You reach forward with one hand and take a fistful of IU's hair. You pull her closer, making her head and her upper body rise off the bed.

"Oh god, yes! Use me!"

Now only her lower back is on the matters as you basically folded her in half. You continue to fuck her brains out and you can feel her juices drip down your cock.

"Oh my god! Oh my god!"

IU cries out as her first orgasm overwhelms her. Her pussy contracts around your cock, her small frame shakes underneath you. The sheets on which she is lying are getting soaked in her juices. You fuck her through her orgasm, not giving her even a second to catch her breath.

As soon as IU is barely coming down from her high, you let go off her hair, making her upper body fall back onto the mattress. You quickly spin her around and raise her ass.

"Yes, use me more!"

She moans as you push her face into her sheets while you fuck her from behind.

[mcskedprisoner]

"And are you so sure that Tommy went through worse? If you think I'm talking to Dream, in his head... You're wrong. Don't forget I've been in his body, in his mind. I know very well what he's experiencing."

XD's laugh broke out but only Sam could hear him.

"The voice he's hearing? Telling him to suck it up that he deserves death, to stop touching you.... is your very own voice. In all honesty Sam. Tommy was exiled yes, of course he was. But people COULD HAVE VISITED HIM DURING EXILE. You could have visited Tommy during his Exile. Dream left a portal open directly to Tommy's area of Exile. He never did lock him away and torture him daily. He never stopped anyone from visiting him."

The air seemed thicker around Sam's neck though, as if XD got extremely close to The Creeper hybrid.

"And yet... The only ones to ever visit him? Out of your servermates... Was Jack Manifold, and the Ghost of Wilbur Soot... You all called him Ghostbur no? Even if I manipulated Dream like a puppet to stop the invitations for Tommy's little beach party during his Exile, you all could have visited him at any time. So why didn't you visit him? You can't blame Dream for that. You can't blame him being the only one who would visit Tommy. He was Tommy's Warden and yet he didn't treat Tommy cold all the time. He didn't leave him alone, only being met with pain."

The air got thicker as XD got closer to Sam's ear.

"But look at you Sam. Holding the defiled Head Admin when you yourself are ALSO an Admin. Or did you forget that Dream gave that to you? That he gave it to you... Bad... Sapnap... and George. All cause he trusted you guys. Look what you, one of the admins of the server, have done to your prisoner!"

As if a rough hand grabbed Sam's face and moved it to force him to look directly at Dream.

"Look at your Mirror, Sam. You are hypocritical and far worse than the so call Monster of the Server. Honestly, I love seeing you all in agony and pain. But the truth is, if you released Dream from the prison, would he even be able to reintegrate into Society? No. Highly unlikely."

XD roughly let go of Sam's face, the air growing less thick as he stepped away.

"He is forever broken, Tommy had no problem reestablishing his connections. Dream? Oh he'd just be isolated. He would sought out the pain. His brain rewired to seek out the pain cause maybe he wouldn't be alone. Maybe if he Sits, Stays, and Gives he could get some kind touches. But look how he's acting when you're showing that exact kind touch he so very much craves! Do you see how his mind is telling him it's wrong, how the fictional voice of yours yells at him from within his own mind. Covering his ears does nothing. It won't stop the voices. Just as having his eyes open won't stop the figments of his imagination looking real. Even if they aren't real to you, they are to him. Tommy doesn't have this to deal with this. But you forced Dream to deal with it. Even if he had given you the book, you never would of actually allowed him to have visitors Sam. You know that yourself, you would of just told him No One Came. Because you know you wouldn't of told anyone on the server that Dream could have Visitors. He doesn't deserve to have Visitors, that's what you're thinking right?"

All while XD spoke to Sam, Dream was having his own demons. He pushed himself off from Sam. Moving to stand at the wall, just as he always did before. His body trembling like a leaf. He couldn't even figure out what was real or fake.

"I-I'm sorry... I'm sorry Sir.. I won't... I won't make a fuss if I die... I-I deserve it... I.. I know- I know I do. I... I'm sorry for everything on the server..."

His eyes just looked so hollow as he opened them, keeping his gaze adverted to the ground. Did XD have some truth to his word? Dream's own words were spoken as if they were going to be the last he would ever say.

As if a figment of a past Dream appeared right next to Dream. Of how he looked all those months ago. The smile on his face, he looked so much younger and full of life. Not littered with Scars. Not looking as if he was just a shell at this point. The Dream Sam knew before looking almost like a stark contrast to how he looked now. XD affecting his mind to show this vision of before the Prison right next to how Dream looked currently.

"Sam, no matter what happens... I'll always see you as a Friend."

The apparition muttered, echoing the vision from the memory XD gave him. But did Dream still see that anymore? After everything Sam did to Dream, after everything Sam let happen to the Prisoner in his care... Did Dream see Sam as his friend anymore? XD's laugh was echoing all around the two of them but only Sam could hear it.

Dream's been quiet as of late. His body barely moving after his last visit from Quackity. Hell he hadn't even touched the potatoes from the night before.

He just sat on the bed staring at the wall across from him, knees brought to his chest. He hadn't even notice the warden appear or approach. It was like physically he was there but everything else was distant. He felt numb... it was a lot better in his own opinion than anything else. His prison uniform was torn up this time. His shirt having been ripped off by Quackity, exposing his back.

No one on the server even knew Dream had wings. All that remained of them were stubs obviously. Something he painfully tried to keep hidden but after yesterday's visit and those stubs were revealed... The fact Dream was a hybrid came to light, and hurting another's hybrid traits was frowned upon among the players. It was an unspoken rule.

And yet... Someone did do that to Dream, and no one knew about it. Some would think he did it himself. But they were torn off, someone physically had to tear them off. Despite everything Dream could never tear off someone's wings. Maybe the realization that two people now knew caused Dream to shut down... To Disassociate. Can't get hurt if you're not mentally there right? It wasn't healthy. {{HOPE YOU DON'T MIND THE ASK- I like your sam btws}}

*The Warden walked in the cell and looked at Dream from afar, a quiet sigh leaving his lips. He couldnt hold back from glancing briefly at Dream's back before coming towards the bed he was sitting at and standing infront of him, his figure slightly looming.*

"Dream."

*He spoke in his usual monotone voice, a hint of tiredness in it.*

"You havent been speaking much lately. Would you do me a favor and answer why that is? If you wont answer, ill just figure it out myself."

*His arms were crossed over his chest as he waited for an answer, slightly inpatient.*

//I dont mind at all hihi ty ty pathetic wet cat man//