#tired fucking exhausted out of it can barely stand on my own

[soft-spooks]

this is for. a fic that will most likely never be written but i just love the idea of. character who is usually closed off no vulnerable emotions ever bejng soooo worried that the shell breaks

just the. something terrible happens and they run over and hold your face in their hands and wont let you go like what did she do to you are you okay come on lets go home

[rafeandonlyrafe]

orange peel theory (dark! and soft!rafe)

words: 1k (about 500 words each)

warnings: name calling, suggestive

orange peel theory: girlfriends ask their boyfriend to peel an orange for them, as a test to see if they are willing to help with small tasks that the girlfriend can do herself

dark

you quickly set your phone in a discreet spot, already recording as you move back to your chair, pretending to be reading your book as rafe walks in.

“what are you doing?” rafe questions, looking at you with concern, not sure if he’s ever seen you read before.

“nothing.” you shake your head, shutting the book and setting it down, glancing at your phone to make sure it is still recording. “how was work?”

“fucking tiring. dealing with idiots all day.” rafe spits the words out before toeing his shoes off and leaving them in the center of the room.

“im sorry.” you pout, standing up as rafe takes a seat on the edge of the bed. you move to stand in between his thighs, pressing a kiss to his lips. he sighs with satisfaction, wrapping his hands around the back of your thighs, rubbing over them, tucking his fingertips under your shorts to feel your bare skin.

“can you get me an orange rafe? i’m craving one.” you move away from him, setting back on your chair to make sure you are centered in the camera.

rafe gives you a confused look but nods, mainly because he also needs to get a glass of water for himself. he re-enters the room, tossing the orange towards you, which you catch easily.

“thanks.” you smile as rafe takes a sip of water and then sets it on the nightstand. “can you peel it for me though babe?”

“what?” he questions, moving to kneel between your legs, an amused look on his face. “my stupid little slut not able to peel it on her own? too much of a baby?” “rafey.” you whine as he takes the orange out of your hand, unpeeling it and tossing the peel into the trash. he pulls a piece and then hovers it in front of your mouth.

“open up whore, i know how much you love to do that.” rafe taunts you before you lean forward, taking the slice of orange into your mouth and pulling it out of his fingers, letting the citrusy taste flood your mouth.

“you are so mean, this was supposed to be for tiktok.” you point out your phone, making rafe turn to look at the screen opened and recording.

“what?”

“for tiktok, its some trend about asking your boyfriend to peel an orange for you to see if he will do small tasks for you, and you totally failed!” you whine, stamping your feet on the ground in annoyance.

“but i peeled the orange for you.” rafe says with confusion.

“while also calling me a stupid whore!” you stand up, grabbing your phone and stopping the recording, knowing you won’t put it on tiktok.

“are you not my dumb little slut?” rafe asks, standing and stepping close to you, hovering over with his intimidating height.

“i mean i am, but-”

“exactly.” rafe cuts you off, pressing his lips against yours as he backs you up towards the bed.

soft

you quickly set your phone in a discreet spot, already recording as you move back to your chair, pretending to be reading your book as rafe walks in.

“hey baby.” rafe leans down and gives you a kiss on the top of your head, which you quickly tilt up to have him press a second one to your lips.

“how was work?” you ask, setting your book to the side, glancing at your phone to make sure its still recording.

“exhausting.” rafe sighs, rubbing his hand over his face, making you pout.

“im sorry bubs.” you comment as he sits down on the bed to take his work shoes off. 

“no big deal. how was your day?” rafe asks.

“good…” you shrug. you usually go into more detail, and rafe knows it, so he sits quietly, waiting for you to continue. “but i’m actually really hungry.” you blurt out, figuring you shouldn’t delay any longer as you look at your phone again, lucky that rafe doesn’t follow your line of sight.

“what are you hungry for? we can order delivery.” rafe knows you like to cook, but he also doesn’t force it on you, leaving the option to get takeout open whenever you are tired or simply don’t feel like cooking.

“i actually just want an orange.” you shrug.

“thats not really food, darling, but okay.” rafe stands, setting his shoes on the rack next to the door before heading out of the bedroom towards the kitchen.

you can’t help smiling at the camera as you wait, covering your mouth as rafe reenters, already knowing that he’s going to pass the test.

“here ya go.” rafe hands you a bowl instead of an orange, making your eyebrows scrunch together in confusion, before you take it and realize that the orange is already peeled and pulled apart, ready for you to enjoy.

“raaafe.” you whine.

“what?” rafe kneels down in front of your chair, placing his hands on your knees.

“i wanted a whole orange.” you complain, pouting your lower lip out as rafe looks at you in complete confusion.

“why, were you gonna eat the peel or something?” rafe laughs.

“no, its supposed to be a thing for tiktok.” you point towards your phone, which takes rafe a second to see from its hidden position. “you’re supposed to bring me an orange and i ask you to peel it to see if you’ll help me with a small task.”

“should i bring you back a whole orange then so you can ask?” rafe questions.

“no, i don’t even really want an orange to be honest.” you admit. rafe looks down into the bowl, taking a piece and putting it into his mouth, chewing it up. 

“what do you want then honey?”

“can you get me a banana?” you tilt your head to the side. rafe nods, grabbing the bowl from your lap before heading back to the kitchen.

you grab your phone and set it closer. “he’s just too good of a boyfriend.” you sigh as rafe comes back through the door, handing you a banana.

you smile at him in thanks, taking it out of his hand before he leans to press a kiss to your cheek, glancing at the camera, still recording when you realize how you can still test the theory.

“peel it for me babe?”

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[lilmashae]

s.jy x fem.reader | fingering (f.) · pet names · swearing | 18 + 🩶

you and jake laid together like every other night. however, this was different — you're laying with your back to him, which he hates. he'd just got home only a few hours ago — exhausted, and suffering from jet lag... so tired he barely noticed you, dropping his bags and walking straight into your bedroom.

it was a petty argument, if you could even consider it that. you were hurt, feeling totally disregarded by your boyfriend, but still you'll admit you were wrong — going as far as ignoring him for the rest of the day, and now.

it's killing him — jake can't stand the silence.

"y/n." it's a simple statement — one that makes you flinch, because it's the first time you've heard him speak since your quarrel. "y/n." jake repeats himself. he knows that you hear him, you're not asleep. he can clearly see you shuffling under the duvet every few minutes. "what?" you reply dryly, much more solemn than you usually would — not even bothering to turn around.

he simply scoffs, because there it is: another thing that he hates... your attitude — especially during petty fights like these when there's only one solution: he'll either have to fuck it out of you or try and talk — which in your current state of irritability, the first option's looking best.

"baby... m'sorry." his hands snaked around your waist, pulling you close. you tried turning your head to face him but he beat you to it, his head buried in your neck stopping you. "why're you upset, princess? without the yelling, tell me what's wrong..." as he was trailing hot kisses down your neck, your resentment began melting away. one of jake's hand fondled your chest, pulling and tugging at your nipples as the other slipped through the waist of your sleeping shorts, easily finding his way inside of your panties.

"fuck," you cursed under your breath. you weren't supposed to be this easy, but when it came to jake, you knew all self control was absent. "jake..."

"are you still mad, baby? 's why you wouldn't face me?" his fingers grazing your clit, making you shiver. the rings adorning his fingers were cold in contrast to your skin — burning up. "shit! i just..."

he slips a finger into your heat, creating a scissoring motion all too familiar to you. "hm? talk to me, baby." you can feel his bulge grinding into your ass, another one of his dexterous fingers finding its way inside your gummy walls. with each curling motion you think he's closer and closer to hitting that soft spot somewhere deep inside of you.

"fuck, jake... y-you just got home, and! ah, and didn't even look my, shit... look my way!" you managed to huff out. it was hard to concentrate with his fingers pumping inside of your heat. "hmmm..." he hummed against the soft of your neck, "you're right, m'sorry pretty girl... i should've paid attention to my baby, right?" jake mumbled into your skin, leaving small bites and wet kisses. "mhm..."

each plunging motion of his fingers drove you closer to the brink of cumming, his speed increasing. "such a good girl, mhm? 'so sweet, letting me fuck her on my fingers... even after i so mean," you were becoming impatient. the knot in your stomach was wrapping itself tightly around nothing, "shit... i can't, please, 'want to cum, jake."

he just smiled against your skin, "go ahead, i won't stop you, princess." and another hot kiss landed on your shoulder. after you came, jake's fingers left your sticky cunt feeling empty — bringing them to his lips, slick lathered around them as he stuck them inside his mouth and then into your own. "i'll give you all the attention you want, hm... sound good?" the idea sounded more than good.

you turned over to face him, "good." before placing a chaste kiss on his lips and falling asleep in his arms.

guidelines and disclaimers | my polls aren't working so i'm uploading this totally on whim 😭 hopefully it's enjoyed though !!! even though, it was sort of rushed and maybe confusing 🫶🏽

[sillysillygoofygoose]

"Speak Up" ♡

You dont get anything unless you tell Toji exactly what you want.

*daddy/little one usage, ddlg-ish, safeword used, implied subspace... don't like, don't read <333 MDNI, READER IS 18+

LMAAOO GUYS literally ignore everything I said in my last miguel post (though I stand by it 😩) because reader is the polar opposite in this one 💀 I'm such a clown y'all, I switch up sooo fast

"Please?" Your hoarse voice barley leaves your throat as your mouth hangs open in exhaustion.

"Aw, c'mon, little one... you can do much better than that, don't cha think?" His sly delivery makes the heat in your lower stomach spread like a forest fire.

Flushed features scrunching up at his teasing, you grow more and more frustrated at his antagonizing and sadistic games. Toji's thick, calloused fingers ghost over your embarrassingly soaked pussy, treating you as if you were a burning hot stove top. Every slip of his fingers down your slit has your back arching from his chest, legs threatening to unlatch from his built thighs. His legs keep yours spread as you sit on his clothed lap, feeling his twitching boner against your pudgy ass.

You never realized how quiet you get in bed... almost as if someone switches on your mute button the second your clothes hit the ground. Toji hates it. Of course, he thinks you're cute - the way you clasp your hand over your mouth every time a noise threatens to leak out - but he wants to hear you. He needs to hear you. Especially when you get all mushy and pathetic, just for him.

Your hushed whines are almost overpowered by the lewd wet sounds Toji pulls from your pussy as he sinks his middle and ring fingers in, knuckle deep. He's guided you to your edge four times already. And everytime he's pulled you back from stumbling over.

"Pleeaasee, I want it. Fuck, really want it daddy." Griping onto his bicep, you feel tears begin to build alongside your orgasm. Your bare toes curl in on themselves as tingling sensations blur in your feet and travel up your sensitive, desperate little body.

"What do ya want? Huh, baby? C'mon, tell Daddy, use your big girl words." Toji smiles when he sees the delicate muscles in your stomach clench as your body stutters.

"I want to. Please. 's so embarrassing. " More mumbles. He really thought he was getting somewhere. You feel the coil in your stomach unsatisfyingly unravel, fall apart more like, as Toji removes his fingers from your body without warning.

"No! Why-why did you stop? I was so close." The tears splashing at your waterline race down your overheated cheeks as you completely remove your body from your cruel boyfriend's touch.

"You gotta speak up, baby, or I won't know what you want." His sadistic smile only makes you cry harder as he gathers you up in his arms once again, spreading your weak, trembling legs. Turning you to face him, he positions your crying cunnie over his brawny leg, clit immediately rubbing against his sweatpants. The pain overrides the pleasure as he rocks you back and forth against him, forcing stimulation on your puffed parts.

"No more, n'more. 'M all done." You beg, pushing his broad shoulders as you shiver and shake, tears gathering at the tip of your nose while you look down in shame.

"You can take one more, hm baby? All you have to do is ask nicely, and I'll give you anything you want, sweets." His pushes you down harder, forcing a sob out of your lips, splotched face buried in his neck.

"Nnmmh. No. No, thank you. Red." Your last word is hardly a whisper, but Toji hears you loud and clear.

"Oh, hey, hey, shit baby, I'm sorry." Toji hands fly from your hips as he lets you crawl from his thigh, disoriented and shy. Your cries increase into the palm of your shaky hands as embarrassment crashes over your overexerted body.

"Fuck, 'm so sorry little one. Didn't mean to upset you. I'm sorry." The pit in his stomach only grew deeper and more dreadful as you refused to look at him, balled up into your own frenzy. You heave out tired breaths as you grab onto his hand, moving to rest on his shoulder, signaling that he can touch you.

"Was too much. Just need to cum, daddy. 'M so overwhelmed." You wipe your tears away as you tiredly peck Toji's cheek, melting the worry off his face.

"Daddy will make you feel good, sweets. I'm so sorry, baby." Toji slowly moves his hand from yours to cup your soaked pussy, but feeling you tense, he decides to help his pretty girl more delicately.

"Here, sweet girl, lay down f'me." Toji grunts as he maneuvers satin draped pillows under your hips. "Daddy's gonna take such good care of you, okay?"

Immediately, you feel his tongue flat against your core and you moan out, dejected pussy embracing the strong hits of pleasure.

You buck your hips into Toji's welcoming mouth as he nuzzles his lower face into you. Exhausted but invigorated, your hips find their own rhythm against Toji's mouth and nose. You don't hold back, whines, moans, and whimpers alike rushing from your mouth like a waterfall of praise.

"Mhm mhm, cum f'me pretty baby. You deserve it, such a good girl" Toji doesn't even break from you as he encourages you through your sudden but long anticipated orgasm, mumbling and groaning into your pussy. Your legs force him further down against you as your back hovers off the bed, panting filling the room as you ride your release.

Closing your eyes, your legs drop to either side of Toji's head. Your plump lips are spread, taking in as much air as your lungs will allow as dried tear tracks fade against your pink cheeks. Baby hairs stick to your sticky, sweaty forehead. He chuckles, looking up at your spaced state.

"You alright, doll?" He huffs out, rubbing up and down your outer thigh. You don't respond, simply letting your hand flop on top of his as you nestle yourself into the inviting mattress under you.

"I'll take that as a yes."

Hope you enjoyed! Xoxo

Credit to @pommecita for the divider <3333

[smallndsoft]

tw: somno

you normally get home at a regular time from work, but recently you've had to work overtime. i'm sad that i'm missing out on extra time with you during the week, but i know how important work is to you.

for the past few nights, i've tried to stay awake for you, but i'm so exhausted myself when i get home that i end up falling asleep after dinner on the couch.

when you get home from work, you've been finding me sprawled out on the couch, the remote still in my hand and some random show playing.

for the past few nights, you've just picked me up and tucked me in bed before getting ready yourself. you slide in beside me, easily falling asleep from how tired you are.

one night, though, you get home later than usual and as you hang up your keys, you notice that i'm not lying down on the couch like usual. taking your shoes off, you walk around the apartment before spotting me curled up in the bed.

you watch me from the doorway for a few seconds, just admiring my half-naked form. i usually go to sleep in just underwear since i run hot and the sheets are barely covering my lower half.

you don't bother with being quiet, knowing i'm such a heavy sleeper. once you brush your teeth and toss your shorts off, you peel your work shirt off before pulling an old t-shirt over your head.

the longer you watch me, my chest steadily going up and down as i sleep, the more you think about how good i would feel. you take a shaky breath and stand over my small curled up figure as you palm yourself through your underwear.

slowly pulling the sheets down off my waist, you let out a silent laugh as you spot the vibrator lying by my belly. "my poor puppy. couldn't even wait for me to come home from work," you mutter to yourself as you slip into bed behind me.

you pick the vibrator up and tuck it away in my nightstand drawer before pulling me closer against your body. softly groaning, you rub your clothed cock against my ass.

"fuck, puppy," you mutter as you pull your underwear off, tossing them onto the floor. you pull my briefs down just enough to rub your cock between my ass, hissing as you feel how soft my skin is against you.

you rut your cock between my ass cheeks a few times before you reach your hand around, smiling at the wetness pooling in between my thighs. "is this from me, puppy? or is this from your little toy?"

peppering small kisses across the back of my neck, you position your cock so it's sliding between my thighs, barely bumping against my little cock. the wetness from my boyhole's making it so much easier to thrust.

with each thrust, you pant and suck and kiss my neck. still deep asleep, you manage to draw small, subconscious whimpers from me.

eventually, just thrusting between my thighs isn't enough. you pull my briefs down just a little more and push your cockhead against the entrance of my slick boyhole.

"oh, puppy, i wanted to be inside you all day."

you start out slow, just thrusting and enjoying the feeling of my little hole wrapped around your cock. soon, your desire becomes too much and you start to thrust faster.

the bed creaks underneath us and your breathing is heavy as you wrap one of your arms around my waist to keep my body pressed close against yours.

the sound of your hips slapping against mine with each needy thrust echoes through the bedroom, mingling with your heavy panting and grunts.

how i manage to stay asleep while you're fucking my hole raw will always be a mystery to you.

you decide to take it further and see how good you can make yourself feel. you pull out of my slick hole, your cock throbbing as you hiss at the loss of my tightness.

you know i don't need much prep so you just push a few fingers into my boyhole before moving your hand back to push those fingers into my ass, using my own wetness to lube me up.

after a few thrusts of your fingers, you line your cock up, already groaning as you stretch my ass open. you manage to hold back a laugh at how eager my hole is to accept your cock despite my sleeping state.

you thrust hard and fast, biting my neck to muffle your moans. the only noises that come from me are small whimpers and moans every few thrusts.

as you close your eyes to focus on how tight my ass is, you reach down and stroke my little cock, knowing if you can get me off while i sleep, then you won't be following behind too far after.

it only takes you a few pumps on my little cock before my body's trembling. as my body shakes and i whine, my brain finally starts to wake me up a little.

i can faintly register the feeling of your cock shoved into my tight ass and the feeling of your fingers just barely rubbing my little cock.

you notice i've woken up because my noises have become more desperate and, not with too much effort, i'm trying to push your hand away that's rubbing my cock.

instead of stopping, you just thread our fingers together and lay them on my belly, shushing me and gently kissing my neck.

"go back to sleep, puppy. just need to fill you up. it's okay," you whisper and gently rub my belly.

it must be calming enough as my head starts to get fuzzy again and i slowly fall back to sleep.

you wait a few seconds to start pounding into me again. on the verge of cumming, you let go of my hand and squeeze my hip. the last few thrusts you give me are almost primal, your body and your cock practically throbbing with need as you finally bottom out.

you let out shaky breaths and grunts as you fill my ass with your cum. once you've properly filled me, you slowly thrust a few times before pulling me closer. you wrap your arms around me and finally close your eyes.

keeping your cock safely tucked inside of me to use me in the morning before you go to work, you kiss the back of my head before letting sleep take over.

[dollwrites]

Dizzy drabbles!!! Okay okay okay…so my idea. Ace (OP) with a reader who’s forced into petplay. Maybe where he’s been really “kind and sweet” and he proposes making her wears ears, collars, and tails but she avidly refuses. So he gets smug and convinces her to try it, but the collar can’t home off maybe? And he spends his time “breaking her into” the role with praises and uses of the word “puppy”. Very random. Kinda specific.sorry if it doesn’t make sense! Thank you!

— ⟡ dizzy drabbles disclaimer !!

all dizzy drabbles are written when i am extremely high ( or, dizzy ) and they don’t contain a trigger warnings list. if there’s no indication by the request, you can assume that the fic is nsfw + dark-leaning, if not blatantly dark. these pieces are never proof read so mistakes are probably present. < 3 enjoy your experience

“Sit pretty, little puppy.” Ace croons, squatting behind you. you could feel the heat radiating from him, the smooth skin of his chest against your shoulders, and the imposition of his knees spread wide on either side of you. his mouth against your ear, breath standing hairs on end. “I’m trying to give you your treat.”

you’d long since crumbled to your knees, unable to withstand his merciless teasing as his fingers caressed your netherlips, slipping between them to run miniature laps up and down your sex, tracing the shape of your swollen clit, and then gliding down over the damp terrain to prod against your opening. however, your crumbling hadn’t stopped him. in fact, he’d simply chuckled and followed, squatting behind your body, keeping his arm pressed tight to your belly while his fingers strummed at your sensitivity.

“Ace… fuck, oh my go—!”

gurgling over your own words, you remember why it’s difficult to breathe. both of your hands creep up to your throat, your nimble fingers slipping beneath the rough leather of the collar he’d slapped around your neck minutes before. you tug against the resilient material, getting nowhere. “T—take it off… can’t breathe…”

Ace sighs. it wasn’t a sigh of annoyance or exhaustion, but one of adoration. he was enjoying this. “If you’re moaning, you’re breathing, girl. Keep whimpering for me, puppy.” you could hear, every now and then, the key to the thick, metal lock on your new accessory jangling in his pocket, but he had no intentions of doing such a thing, and you knew that. he’d been begging for this for much too long, to turn you into an obedient dog. even going so far as to bring out a small, round plug with a fluffy, curled tail attached, which had been promptly pushed inside of you whilst he played with your cunt. “And what a cute, little whimper it is.”

and now, when you start to protest against the collar, you feel a little tug on the floof of the tail, wiggling the plug around in your tight canal, and you mewl and squirm. Ace’s other hand had dropped to your behind, to grab and pull on the tail. a subtle, little tug— all the while, his fingers on your button slide down to hook themselves into your cunny as he shushes you. Ace rains little pecks of hot breath and wet lips over your ear as he mutters, husky and excited. “Uh-uh-uh. The collar’s not coming off, pup. Good girls wear their tags so everyone knows who owns them. You’ve been doing so well already, don’t you want to keep being a good girl for me?”

you thought about bringing out the snark. telling him that you were tired of playing as his pet, and you wanted to go back to being his girl again, but the feeling of his fingers knuckle deep in you, tips rubbing against the tender inner nerves he knew to be there made it difficult to deny him of anything. so, you nod with a low moan. “I wanna be a good girl for you, Ace…”

Ace swoons at this, excited by your submission ( even if it was coaxed out of you by his skillful finger fucking ), and the hand on your tail leaves it, palm pressed against your bare skin, it rubs upwards on your back. “Good girl, good fucking girl…” when it careens between your shoulder blades, you haven’t the time to tense before he pushes you forward, on to all fours. it wasn’t a violent action by any means, but one to remind you of your new position as his favorite mutt. your chest presses close to the wooden floorboards, your ass poked up and angled in his face as he leans close to the cunt he works his fingers deep inside, watching you dribble your arousal over his palm and your own thighs. “Once you’re all trained up, you’re going to make the perfect, little puppy dog.”

[tasteleeknow]

LOVE MAKING WITH CHAN AFTER HES HAD A ROUGH DAY ☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️

content: groping, size kink, profanity, dirty talk, pet names

He collapses onto the couch, dropping his bag at his feet and resting his head in his hands. He'd hardly slept the night before. He never slept when he knew he had a lot to do the next day, the stress keeping him awake until raw exhaustion knocked him out. The sound of a door opening in the apartment sends a wave of lightness through his chest—you were home.

He lifts his head as you waddle into the room, fluffy socks sliding along the floorboards—clearly just awakened from sleep. You squint as you approach him, pulling his shirt down over your thighs. He holds his arms open for you and you climb into his lap, resting your head against his shoulder.

"You're home," you mumble sleepily.

"I'm home," Chan says, failing to keep the exhaustion from his voice. You lift your head from his shoulder so you can inspect his face. He looks completely deflated.

"Tired?"

"Mm," he confirms, dropping his face into your chest. He breathes in deeply, your scent soothing him—sighing as your fingers begin playing with his hair.

"Come to bed?" you ask, voice soft and soothing. He pulls back so he can look at your face. He runs his hands up your thighs to the hem of your shirt, then under—over the soft skin of your stomach to your bare tits.

You don't react, used to his frequent and unprompted groping. He watches you rub your eye then stretch your arms over your head—a small squeak escaping your mouth. "Need you," he mutters, massaging your breasts slowly.

"Now? Don't you wanna sleep?"

"Mm, after. Need you first," he mumbles, pulling one hand from under your shirt so he can hold the back of your head as he kisses you. He kisses you like it's been weeks since the last time, not hours—messy and slightly desperate. "Thought about you all day..." he mutters into your mouth, "all day."

You pull back from him. "What'd you think about?" you whisper. He wraps his arms around you, pulling you against him tightly. His lips curve into a small smile at your shy probing.

"How it felt to be buried in your little pussy last night," he says, pressing the back of his hand to your cheek to feel it warm. You attempt to drop your eyes from his but he moves his hand under your chin, lifting it to keep your gaze on him. "You're always so warm, hm? Like my own little hot water bottle. Even your little pussy keeps my cock nice and warm." Your lips part at his words, tempting him into another kiss. "Will you let me use your hot little cunt now? Please?"

You attempt to stand from his lap so you can slip your panties down your legs. He stops you, holding you down against him. "It's okay, sweetheart. You don't have to do anything. Want you just like this..." He unbuckles his belt, pulling it through the loops and tossing it aside. You lean forward to attach your mouth to his again as he pulls his cock free of his slacks, lifting his hips a little to pull them down just enough to be comfortable.

He strokes himself as you kiss, working himself up. Then he grabs your hips, encouraging you to lift up onto your knees. You rest your hands on his shoulders as reaches down under your shirt, stroking his fingers lightly over your clothed cunt. He gives you no warning when he pulls them aside, fingers resuming their teasing with no barrier between you. He presses the pad of his index finger against your opening, not entering—just playing with your wetness. All for him.

"Ready?" he asks, pulling his fingers away to wrap around his cock again.

You nod, shuffling forward a little to hover over him. You reach down to hold your panties aside as you sink down onto him, his head dropping back against the couch—eyes squeezed shut. "Fuck," he groans, chest heaving a few times as he sucks in a couple deep breaths. Your eyes catch on a visible vein in his bared neck, leaning forward to suck a mark into his skin.

When you finish he's collected himself, head lifting from the back of the couch to look at you. "Okay sweetheart?" he asks, hand cupping your cheek again. You nod, rolling your hips a little. "You always take me so well, don't you?" he says, gripping your hips so he can start fucking into you. "Tiny fucking pussy just sucking me in so perfectly, yeah?"

You nod again, totally incapable of speaking. His eyes trace over your face. "So cute," he mutters, "my pretty baby... letting me have you like this... so good for me..." he continues, words slurring the closer he gets to his high.

You throw your head back, a light feeling in your chest at the idea that you could make him feel good this way—when he needed it most.

[ayylovley]

may I request soft Gun x reader smut with breeding kink? a shower sex with us so tired but Gun insists us to relax and he'll take care of us maybe 🤨 and he is so in love with our boobs too 😈😈

thank you and have a good day! 🥰🥰

ok but breeding and shower sex is 🫦

⎯⎯ ୨𝓘𝓶 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓭𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝔂𝓮𝓽 ୧ ⎯⎯

Gun Park x fem reader, warnings; 18+ Shower sex, cream pies, degrading, breeding kink, nipple play, dirty talk, hair pulling, biting/marking, rough sex

You’re so fucking exhausted and worn out already from Gun’s cock constantly stuffing your holes by the third time. You don’t even care if Gun was making fun of you for how “pathetic you are” It’s not your damn fault that he pounds you like an animal every single time. You just needed a break.

A nice shower was in mind briefly but as soon as you turned the damp handle a certain way to turn it on, a loud noise that sounded like a door slamming against the wall behind you caused a visible jump from you. You immediately turn your head around catching Gun standing in the doorway naked from the previous intercourse you just had

“A shower, (y/n?) Good idea.”

“Gun no wait, I can’t take anymore right now at least gimme a damn break!” There’s clear irritation dripping in your voice but Gun didn’t hear a thing, his eyes were straight at your breasts watching as your nipples harden. “You’re not even listening to me are you?” You add with an eye roll only fueling Gun further to go with fucking your brains out again in the shower this time. “Come on, (y/n). You knew what you were signing up for when you wanted to have me.”

His legs to him back to you and suddenly you’re in his arms, facing him with your arms and legs intertwined with his own waist. The way he looks at you with the same hunger and need, gets you weak again and now you’re letting him tug and pull at your nipples underneath the hot water. “Mm-ahh!” Loud whimpers fill the air with the steam when his finger pads press down on the sensitive buds shaking them a little. The pain was too much to bear in the best way… “Fuck, when you whimper like a pathetic slut for me like that I just wanna stuff all of my cum inside!”

He gave your tingling nipples one last tug and squeeze before he placed you back down on your feet. You could feel the water from the spray over you rivers down the drain, barely finding your balance Gun didn’t waste any time flipping your body around giving him a view of your backside. A slight gasp can be heard from your lips, forcing to be bent over slightly as you feel his warm dick from the end of the shaft to the tip across your clit that is continuously pulsating. “Mm-“ Your moan in approval for Gun with your pussy practically begging for that cock again.

The smack that hit your already sensitive throbbing slit with the hard tip caused another shocked moan from your throat, your body jumps slightly as a reflex giving Gun a sight of how your ass bounced a little with the movements. He top teeth bit down his bottom lip,

“Look at you, I know how desperate you get for my dick no matter how many times I pound this tight pussy.”

Finally he teases your entrance, giving you the feeling of the warm thickness touching your aching hole. Without any hesitation he slammed inside earning a scream of sudden filling. Your walls clench tightly around him making his soaked head from the water still falling tip back at how tight you still felt. His strong grip holds your ass while his hips move at a brief steady pace until his length kisses your walls with rapid speed.

Your eyes already rolled back making the lewdest moans, his balls swing letting them smack repeatedly against your clit. You can hear panting and moans behind you with Gun just loving how he can watch how he’s fucking your soaking pussy from behind so good. The loud sounds of your ass slamming against his thrusting hips were drowned out by his voice again. “Fuuck! Just watching how I fuck you makes me wanna come inside.”

Without any mercy he goes faster, adding to the pleasure he caresses your ass to your hips dragging his hands up to your bouncing breasts again. “Gun! Ple-“ You choked out a little on your words from a long whine. Gun begins to laugh in between moans

“What was that, slut?” He grabs a good handful of your hair to tug and pull, “I can’t hear you.”

His chest leans against your back, pressed on your skin letting him slip deeper. “Please! Mo-more!” Gun groans at how you struggled so hard to beg for him, but when he can see how you gets you with his cock by looking at your lustful, pleading hazy eyes… Gets him closer to bust his orgasm. “Fuuck yeah. You love this dick that much? Filthy slut I’ll give you more.” Twisting your nipples again as his finger pads squeeze, his teeth dig into your skin on your shoulder, claiming you. But biting wasn’t enough for him, even he sucks on the spot he bit down on.

Another way to “mark his territory” would be feeling his own climax seeping through his lower body, knowing he won’t pull out at this rate, he whispers in your ear. “I’m gonna come inside like I said I would, and I don’t want you to let it leak out of your pussy I want every drop kept inside do you understand me?”

Unable to talk anymore, you just nod your head in the middle of experiencing your own need to release. “Good little slut.” With just a few more thrusts from the inside he tips his head back again… At this point the steam has filled the bathroom with it along with the hard fuck. Moaning out loud as he flows into you deeply, his grip on your breasts has you yelp softly mixing with the cries. When he’s satisfied with his own liquid filling you up, he knows how much you want to come too.

You both know how this ends, Gun teases too much even when you beg and cry. You have to ask yourself why you’re even with him until he would finally give you what you want, and it’s even better than doing it yourself.

As you stand in the shower with the water wasted, you stay put waiting for his next command. Preparing for hours on end for you to get to orgasm.

[lucilleslore]

you get hurt - twd reactions.

about: how daryl, negan and rick would react in a situation where you get hurt.

includes: minor injuries, maybe some ooc writing it’s my first time!

DARYL

it doesn’t hit daryl at first when you trip and fall, his mouth already having upturned at your known clumsiness. ‘c’mon kid, get up,’ he’d say softly, the amusement evident in his tone. ‘don’t have all day.’ you’d try of course, and that’s when he sees the odd angle of your ankle, the way your weight is balanced on one leg. his stomach plummets at the grimace on your features, the groans you’re keeping in.

you could hear the walkers closing in, their noises an ugly soundtrack to your pain. ‘just go -’

‘don’t be stupid,’ he’d reply instantly, eyes glaring heavily in your direction. you see the cogs turning, his survival instincts kicking in as he tries to figure out how to get the two of you out of there alive. that’s before he’s scooping you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, grumbling apologetically all the while. his hand massages at the soft skin of your thigh as he moves and it’s so reassuring in that moment you want to cry. ‘fuckin’ mad if you think i’d leave you behind, sweetheart.’

once he gets you safely home and to a doctor he’s more fussy than you. asking all sorts of questions about what is being done to you but he’s also doting - pushing back your hair from your head, squeezing your hand when you need it. he definitely falls asleep next to your bed at the end of the night.

NEGAN

the doctor tending to your burn looks uncomfortable as negan circles him like he’s prey. lucille hits loudly off the floor at your every wince, moan and curse and his anger at the situation fills the whole room.

it really was a simple mistake - you’d just gotten in the way whilst some new saviour was preparing the iron, the tip of it just barely grazing your upper arm - but negan was fuming. you kept catching his eyes zeroing in on the mark, like he could somehow make it vanish by scaring it away. ‘it’s not a serious burn,’ the doctor starts nervously, obviously trying to break some tension.

‘do i look like i care how fucking serious it is?’ he’d return, that sinister smile of his taking up his features. he stands still behind you at last, one hand holding lucille in the man’s direction, the other one coming to rub at your scalp. you lean back into his chest, finding momentary peace in his presence - no matter how worked up he is. ‘she’s in pain, that’s all that matters and if you don’t find a way to fix it?’ negans tongue clicks against the roof of his mouth, lucille moving closer and closer to the poor man’s face. he scurries away to his cabinets, eagerly looking for something.

‘s really not that bad,’ you murmur softly, trying to ease him down. you try to joke but it doesn’t work, that anger still brewing behind his eyes. ‘i’m more worried about you. you gonna make fun of me now like you do dwight?’

his eyes soften momentarily before he drops a kiss on your forehead. ‘course not, doll. you tell me if anyone does. they’ll face the iron themselves.’

RICK

you’re resting when rick rushes into the infirmary. he was gone, off trying to clear the herd of walkers when alexandria came under attack, leaving you and others badly injured. the bullet didn’t hit anything vital but you’re tired after being worked on for hours, eyes blinking blearily up at him as he leans over you.

his own features are tired - exhausted more like - but clouded with worry and angst. ‘are you alright?’ his voice is hoarse

‘right as rain,’ you sigh, trying to put on the charm you usually have. you can see it fails when his brow furrows, ricks head dropping into his hands as he sits by your bedside. your fingers find their way into his hair as you murmur, ‘please don’t worry about me, rick. i’m being taken care of.’

‘but that’s the thing,’ he sighs, a hint of impatience in his voice. ‘i do worry about you! every minute of every damn day, i worry about you. you think i enjoy being out there? leavin’ you here by yourself? look what happens!’ his hands gesture to you now, a pained expression on his weary features.

your own face is a mixture of shock and sorrow. finding yourself at a loss for words you tap the empty space of bed beside you. a small smile is given to you in return before rick climbs in beside you, albeit clumsily. ‘just want to keep you safe ‘s all,’ he whispers into your neck once he gets settled.

[scar-lie]

Let’s Take A Shower [Natasha]

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Summary : Natasha just come from from a mission and she’s looking for her girl to cuddle and one thing leads to another

Pairing : Natasha Romanoff x Female Reader

Warnings : G!P Natasha Romanoff (Natasha Have a P), P and V, Fingering, Oral (R receiving), Bathroom sex, Orgasm control, Breast play, Finger sucking, Praise kink, Daddy kink, Unprotected sex, Biting, Hickeys, pet name (Pincess) [Let me know if I missed something]

Word Count : 1715

⚠️18+ Minors DNI, read at your own risk

No one has permission to repost my work anywhere, if you see it please let me know.

Natasha just got home from a mission and she's so exhausted, all she wants is her girl to cuddle with

"Hey, love, how was the mission?" her wife Y/N asked once she saw her wife walk inside

"Tiring," Natasha whispers, dropping her bag in the front door

Y/N meets her halfway and gives a hug and kisses her wife's lips, but Natasha keeps wanting to leave kisses on her wife all over her face and this makes Y/N giggle

"Ok stop, what do you want for dinner? we can just order" Y/N cup her wife's face and Nat pout with a sigh

"I'm full, Tony brings us in Shawarma" Natasha whispers and starts kissing her wife again until it turns into a heated one

Her hands start to travel up inside her wife's shirt and cup her wife's breast kneading them and this makes Y/N moan on Natasha's mouth

"Let's take a shower, princess" Then Natasha bite her wife's bottom lips, all Y/N do is moan while nodding

So she picks her wife and goes up to their room while making out on the way. Once they got to their room into their bathroom, Natasha put her down on the counter, moving her lips down to her neck, leaving a bruising mark on the way

She tore her wife's shirt revealing her wife's bare chest and went lower to her kisses to the valley of her wife's breast then she moved her lips on her wife's right tits while she's kneading the other one, making sure to give her perky breast the same attention

"Mmmhh, Nat" Y/N entangled her hand in Natasha's hair and her legs around the redhead's upper ass

"Fuck this tits" the red head moan biting the sensitive nub while the Y/N throw her head back biting her bottom lips

"More, Natty please" the red head smirk hooking her two fingers in her wife's sweatpants tugging it slightly

And Y/N quickly pushed up her hips to help the red head take it off with her underwear, and once it was off the red head lowered her kisses to her ribs in her stomach then to her V line while teasing her clit with her pointer finger

"Nat, please.....no teasing" Y/N moans bucking her hips up to try speed things up so that Natasha starts pleasuring her

"My princess is desperate" she whispers standing up to face her wife and this makes Y/N whine

"Shhh" then Natasha kisses her wife for a second then goes right back, kneeling in front of her wife's spread legs

She quickly dives in, sucking her clit harder and teasing her fingers in her entrance, dipping the tip and pulling away and this makes the woman whine from anticipation

"Please....Natty please, need your fingers" She moans bucking her hips and her hand the redhead's hair gripping it hard

"As you wish, princess" Natasha husked on her clit making her shiver down her spine

She entered her 2 digits into her wife's tiny hole, she moaned on her clit, feeling her clench in her fingers until she bottomed out

"Mmmhhh, feels so good" Y/N moaned, throwing her head back

"Fuck you taste so good, princess" Natasha man sucking her clit even harder and pumping her digits faster

"Mmmhh there.......just like that" Y/N bucking her hips

"Fuck, doing suck a great job, princess" Natasha praises and this makes her go crazy, she loves when Natasha praises her

Then Natasha stands up but her fingers are still pumping and she attaches her lips on her wife's tits again, sucking, biting and licking it

"Mmhhhh, so close............." Y/N moans constantly clenching to her fingers and Natasha's lips go up, making her sure she hover her lips on your skin on the way up to your jaw and under your ear

"Cum, whatever you want , princess" Natasha bite her ear lobe and sucks it

"Make a mess on my fingers, princess, coat it with your juices" you moan when she husks on your ear, watching you scrunch your nose, close eyes, eyebrows connected together and your mouth wide open, moaning silently

"Cum, princess, cum" she husked, your face is blown with pure pleasure and this turns Natasha on, making her member harder that it painfully hurts inside her suit

"Ohhhhh fuck" she curl her fingers repeatedly, brushing her fingers in your g-spot and you know your not gonna last longer

"Cum" Natasha demand and with one curl you cum hard on her fingers with a pornographic moan

"There you go" Natasha husked, kissing your cheeks and pumping her fingers slowly to prolong your orgasm and help you get down on your high

"Thank you....Natty" You whisper, kissing her lips

Once you both pull out, Natasha sucks her 2 digits, moaning at your taste, you watch her closely while biting your lips then get down to the counter, ready to go in the shower

"Fuck, princess you taste divine" Natasha moan getting behind you and make you look at the mirror

"So delicious" she husked on your ear then she quickly got rid of her pants and underwear then hump your ass

"Where not done yet, princess" she whispers, kissing and sucking your sweet spot in your neck, under your ear then she puts her cock, between your thigh then trust to it, making sure she's brushing your pussy then take her shirt off

"I-I thought..........wh-where gonna get-............Oh fuck, Natty.....Mmmmhh" you moan throwing your head back on her shoulder, giving her more access in your neck and clench around her thick staff that keeps pushing forward, going deeper inside you

"Mhhhh, fuck so tight" Natasha husked having a hard time pushing in since your gripping her hard and it makes her hard to move so she wrapped her arm around your waist then tuck her head on your neck

"Mhhh fuck.........le-let's.....oh fuck..... get sh-shower la-later.....fuck please more, giv-give it all to me" you moan arching your back, getting a new angle and grip her arm that was wrapped around you

"Mmmhhhh, fuck" Natasha moan and trust harder making her staff go deeper into you and her tips brushing to your cervix and this makes your eye roll to the back of your head

"Fuck.....s-so good, Daddy" you moan one hand grip the edge of the sink and one hand love up to Natasha's hair gripping it

"Fuck" Natasha moan biting your neck and her member twitch inside you when she heard what you called her

"So you have a Daddy kink huh?" she husked licking her bite mark and some hickey on your neck, made by her

"Oh fuck" you moan not caring if you called her Daddy, all is in your mind is how long, thick and deep she is inside you

"Seems like you're in your own world, princess" Natasha husked, putting out almost all the way leaving only her tip and slam back inside you

"Mhh fuck Daddy.....there fuck-fucking right there" you nearly scream when she keeps repeating her action.

"Fuck this pussy........such a good girl, taking Daddy so well" Natasha whisper kissing your shoulder and her right hand moves up to your breast and pinch it

"Ahhhh fuck, right there, yo-your making me feel....so fucking good" you mumbled with a moan scratching the back of her neck and her should then your nails digging in her arm that still wrapped around you

She keeps pounding into you, whispering how good you're taking her and how tight and warm your pussy is, then constantly kneading your breast, pinching and pulling it, adding pleasure on your body and on her own

Oh how does she love your tits, your tits are one of her favorites part of your body, she always wants to knead them, suck them and see it even in the public places, there's no way or no one can stop her to keep her hands on herself when your tits are on the table

"Mmmhhh fuck, so close daddy, please" you moan starting to match her trust too while she keeps watching you in the mirror while biting your skin

"Hold it, princess" she husk, seeing her mark on your chest, neck and breast and there's even a handprint bruise on your right breast along with hickeys

"Fuck you look so good at my mark" she growl fucking you harder and faster and the only your moan, pant and skin slapping can be heard in the room

"Daddy please" you whine, getting harder to hold your orgasm and clenching around her

"Hold it, princess, I'm close.......want you to cum around my cock" she mumbled kissing your jaw and cheeks then she moved her right hand down to your client and rubbed it in a hard circle making you cry

"Fuck.......I'm gonna cum" you scream not able to hold it anymore and her trust become a slow deep and hard trust that makes you drive crazy

"Cum" Natasha moans and with one trust you cum hard on her cock

While you're cumming and clenching around her hard she spills her seed deep inside you, filling you up to the brim that all you could is how she fills you up good and how full you are with her seed

"Fuck!" Natasha growl cumming and you silently moan, mouth wide open and head thrown back to her shoulder so was your eyes

"You're milking me dry" Natasha moans humping you to prolong yours and her orgasm until after a few hump she stops

Looking at you in the mirror, your legs are shaking that they can't hold your weight up anymore but Natasha quickly wrapped her arm around you to keep you up then your body all like a jello, one hand hanging in the side and one hand hanging over her shoulder so was your head on her shoulder

"Mmmhh thank you" you mumbled, clearly tired and wanting to sleep at how hard your orgasm is, that all of your energy drains

This makes Natasha chuckle, knowing too well that you're not gonna be able to make it in the shower on your own, so she kisses your cheek then brings you in the shower

Cleaning you both while you put all of your weight to Natasha the whole time, then she both dry your hair and change you both in only just her boxer and go to the bed, ready to sleep

Well only Natasha since you're already asleep since Natasha got you both out in the shower, so she lay you gently in the bed and got behind you, spooning you and kissing your head

"I love you" she whispered and you mumbled in your sleep that made Natasha smile and join you in your sleep

[moodywyrm]

HI I'M NEW IDK HOW TO USE THIS BUT I HAVE SUM TO SAY ABOUT ABBY-

imagine she asks you for a massage after gym and you're all excited n stuff and u sit on her ass bcs she's laying on her stomach while u take care of her back and massage it gently and she can feel the heat from u like as u sit and djejskdjd😩

we're modifying this a little bit because I have farmer! abby on the brain. so instead of the gym, she asks you for a massage after a long day on the farm. just some notes: reader is described as wearing lipstick, owning self care items like body oil, has a vanity, and referred to with traditionally fem words like wife, girl, etc. but, genitalia for the reader is not mentioned. more farm abby for my wife @pinknightsinmymind

Planting seasons starts soon, which means Abby has been plowing the field all day and she's fucking exhausted. Every inch of her body is sore, and she's all but soaked through her wife pleaser, her flannel long forgotten on the porch railing. She's bone tired and, to make things worse, she hasn't seen you in two whole hours.

You've been inside making dinner, cooking up her favorite stew so she had a nice hot meal ready once she was done plowing. It's incredibly sweet, really, and she couldn't ask for a better wife, but she feels like she's gonna wither away if she doesn't see you right now.

By the time she slumps up the farmhouse steps, snatching her dirty flannel and swinging it over her shoulder, she doesn't know how she's still standing. Her thighs are quaking from exhaustion, just barely carrying her through door and into the kitchen. But then she sees you, her lovely wife, finishing up dinner and looking as gorgeous as ever, and it's like the weight of the day is erased, lifted from her shoulders.

You spin around to look at her, having heard her slumping through the house in her big ol' work boots. The grin on your face makes her heart flutter, your lipstick perfect as always and your arms held out for a hug. You're absolutely gorgeous, as beautiful as the day she met you, and Abby's just so glad to be back with you.

"Heya there, darlin'," She drawls as she slumps over to you, melting into your outstretched arms.

You wrap her up in a hug, not caring about how sweaty she is, just wanting, needing, to hold your girl. "Mmm, hi baby, ya done with the field?"

"Mhm, finally done plowing. Gonna do one last check tomorrow and then get to planting, hopefully," She mumbles into your hair, feeling your hands trailing up and down her back. It's good, but not enough. She groans, melting into you and pressing a kiss to your cheek, huffing out a sigh.

"Everything alright there, big girl?"

"Mmm, my back's sore 'n your hands feel real good."

"Aww, maybe, after dinner and after you shower, I could give you a massage? How's that sound?"

Abby hums, squeezing you and kissing your forehead before pulling back and pressing a chaste kiss to your lips. "Sounds incredible, sugar. What did I do to deserve you?"

"You're Abby Anderson, 's more than enough baby," Your voice is soft, whispered against her lips like a prayer. When you pull away, you giggle at the remnants of lipstick on her lips. With a swipe of your thumb, you wipe it away, giggling at her pout. "Now go sit down, I'll bring you a bowl."

Abby giggles, trailing towards the kitchen table and sitting down, smoothing her hands down her thighs as she sits. She eases into her usual manspread, rough denim pulled taut over her thighs. Your eyes catch on them when you walk over with two bowls of stew, a loaf of freshly baked bread tucked under one arm.

“Mm, thank you darlin’, this looks delicious,” Abby hums, watching as you sit down. She gently takes the bread knife from the center of the table, slicing off some of the loaf and handing it to you before cutting her own piece.

When she leans forward to eat, elbows on the table in a complete lack of dining etiquette (though neither of y’all ever really cared for it), she groans. The tightness in her back is striking with a vengeance, egged on by the promise of relief at the hands of her wife.

"Oh honey," You murmur, frowning at her.

"Mm, 's okay. Just a lil tight," Abby says, giving you a tight smile. She gets through the rest of her meal with minimal movement, having to sit up straight like her dad always said she should. By the time y'all are done, she's dying to get into the shower and wash off all the grime that had settled on her skin.

While she's off showering, you set your plan into motion. Y'all have a habit of leaving out pajamas for each other, whenever you can. Since you're gonna give Abby a massage when she's out, you should pick pajamas that give you easy access, right?

So you leave a pair of soft grey boy shorts on the bathroom counter, and nothing else. All in the name of having full access to her back, of course.

Then you run to grab one of your body oils from your vanity, a rosemary one that would smell delicious with her body wash. You set it out on the bedside table, alongside some water and a hair clip for Abby. And, for good measure, you reapply your lipstick.

You can hear Abby step out of the shower, can hear her scoff and giggle when she sees the 'pajamas' you laid out for her. When she steps out of the bathroom, hair damp and just barely covering her nipples, soft cotton stretched over her ass and hips, she looks delicious.

"Now what's this about? Thought you were offering to give me a massage outta the goodness of your heart, turns out you just wanted me naked, huh?" She chides, walking over to your position on the bed, kneeling and looking all pretty for her.

When she leans into to kiss you, you press one hand to the center of her chest and keep her at bay. "I am gonna give you a massage, now lay down on your tummy, big girl."

"Yes ma'am."

You let her get situated, laying face down on the bed with her arms folded up under her head. You watch the way her back shifts, muscles rippling as she gets comfortable. She's beautiful, a goddess, and you want to spend the rest of your life worshipping her.

Once she's settled in, you straddle the backs of her thighs, eliciting a nervous giggle from her.

"Whatcha doing there, honey?"

She sounds so giddy, you almost feel bad that you're not gonna give her anything right now. "Settle down big girl, just trying to get access to your back."

You swear you can almost hear her pout when she says, "Okay :(."

She hands you the body oil from the bedside table, settling back into position as you uncap the bottle and pour a small amount into your hand. Rubbing it between your palms to warm it up, you then place your hands on Abby's back and start spreading it over her muscles.

You can feel how tense she is, noting which spots are gonna need the most work as you coat her sore muscles in a thin sheen of oil. Everything is so warm and hazy, since you'd turned off the main lights and left only a few dim lamps and some candles on while Abby was showering.

Abby, for her part, is already in heaven. She's always had a thing about feeling your body weight on her, as in she fucking loves it, so the feeling of you sitting on her thighs is already making her head all fuzzy. To add to it, your hands, soft from gentle work – courtesy of Abby, who never lets you do the rough work on the farm that has calloused her own hands – feel so fucking good on her back. Your touch always melts her into a puddle, but when it's combined with the slick slide of oil and a gentle massaging at her sore back? God, she's melting faster than an icecream in the summer sun.

With every pass of your hands over her sore back, she's whimpering and sighing, and you can feel the heat in your lower belly growing warmer and warmer. It wasn't your intention to get this aroused, but when Abby looks so sweet, so submissive, under your touch, how could you not?

You refocus your attentions, working the knots out of her upper and middle back with a firm press of your hands. The groans she lets out every time you hit a tough spot make you shaky, sounding far too close to the noises she makes when you're pressed up against her. It makes you nervous, giddy with excitement at just how much you want her, how much you want to please her. You're so distracted by the thought and image of her, needy under your touch, you barely notice when she starts talking.

"Mmm, that's good baby, I think you got it all," She murmurs, sounding utterly boneless. She's limp under your touch, the drowsiness creeping in.

"I'm not done yet baby, you're also tense," You mumble, slowly dragging your hands down her back, thumbs massaging at her back dimples, "down here."

Abby lets out a soft, "Oh", before whimpering at the feel of you in massaging her hips. Even if she usually doms, the feel of your thumbs in that very specific spot conjures up images of her on her hands and knees, staring at herself in the mirror while you bounce her back onto your cock, the slick noises of her cunt making her flush bright red. It makes her press her face into the mattress, blush creeping higher and higher as your hands slide lower and lower, until your finger tips are trailing at the waist band of her undies.

"Can I take these off?" You ask, leaning down to press a soft kiss between her shoulder blades.

"Mhm, please," Abby begs, her voice sweet and whiny, face still shoved into the mattress. It makes you giggle, even as you hook your fingers into her panties and pull them down, unfairly slow. You're drooling by the time her ass if exposed, but you almost moan when you see the string of slick and the wet patch left on her panties. You drag them all the way off, throwing them in the general direction of the bathroom.

Once they're gone, her gorgeous ass is completely exposed to you, but her pretty cunt is hidden, her thick thighs allowing you only a glimpse of her slick folds. Abby's breathing is heavy, and you can tell she's trying to stay composed even as you drip more oil onto your hands and rub them together.

Abby whimpers when you run your hands up her thighs, cupping under her ass and massaging the fat of it. You slide your thumbs up, spreading her ass apart and making her whine at the feeling of her pussy being spread open. You haven't even really touched her and she's leaking, for fuck sakes, her pussy made a slick lil noise when you spread it apart.

"Aw, baby, you're this needy already?" You chide, massaging her ass and watching her clench around nothing. A little dribble of slit leaks out of it, and you can't stop yourself from letting your thumb wipe it up, popping your thumb into your mouth and moaning at her taste.

"You've been, shit, you've been teasing me this whole time," She whines, wiggling her ass for you. You giggle, catching sight of the lipstick ring left around your thumb and feeling an idea grow in your head.

"Abby, get on all fours if you want me to fix that," You order, leaving one gentle swat on her ass before sliding off her legs, letting her scramble into position.

Everything about her makes your mouth water, from the slick sheen of oil and sweat on her body to the arch of her back, and the way she spreads her thighs just enough to give you a good look at her aching cunt.

"You're such a good girl, Abby, did so good," You murmur, getting behind her and rubbing at her ass, your tone soft and teasing as you slip into a more dominant role. She whines, wiggling even more as you lean forward, pressing a kiss to the swell of her ass.

When you pull back, you nearly moan, your idea having come true. Left on the plush fat of her right asscheek is a perfect lipstick mark, and the rest of her freckled ass and thighs are just begging for more marks. You giggle, pressing more kisses all over her ass and thighs.

Abby's confused, loving the attention but not knowing why you're just kissing her when her pussy is right there, needy for you. She nearly starts crying when you slide off the bed, grabbing something from the vanity and running back. The next time she feels you kiss her ass, it's a little wetter, stickier than before.

"What're you doing back there?" She asks, head a little fuzzy from your kisses.

"Mm, I could show you. Are you okay with me taking a picture of you?" You ask, pressing more kisses down her thighs, framing her pussy in pretty little kisses.

Abby swears she blacks out for a second, the sheer hotness of the question making her dizzy. "Yeah, yeah, of course, go ahead."

You hum, pleased with her answer and the desperation in her voice. Swiping your phone from the edge of the bed and opening up the camera, you point it at Abby. She looks gorgeous, completely needy and covered in lipstick kisses, slick dripping down her thighs and pretty hole aching for you. The hair around her pussy is slicked down, dark with wet, her bush wet and framing her clit. Her clit, large and swollen, is just peeking out of its hood, and she looks absolutely debauched. You take the picture and hand her your phone, waiting for her reaction.

Abby is staring in awe, not entirely convinced that's her. She looks so slutty, and it makes her hot all over. She lets out a little "oh lord" before handing you the phone.

"Mhm, that's all you pretty girl, you look absolutely gorgeous," You murmur, scratching your nails down the side of her thigh. She whines, arching her back even more as she shoves her face into the mattress.

"Uh huh, the prettiest, being so good for me," You whisper, bending down to press a trail of kisses all the way to her cunt. You lick a stripe from her clit to her hole, making Abby whine and scramble for purchase on the plush bedding.

You lap up the slick leaking out of her hole, spreading it over her clit before laving at it with the flat of your tongue.

"Fu-fuck sugar," Abby whines, bucking back into you. You grip at her thighs, trying to hold her in place as you dig in, pressing a kiss to her entrance before wiggling your tongue in. You fuck her with your tongue, listening to her whimpers before pulling back and spreading her pussy apart with your thumbs.

"Hmm, got the prettiest pussy ever," You tell her, watching her squirm under your attention. She tries to shift her thighs closer together, but stops at your disapproving hum.

With one hand, you trail two fingers down her cunt, pressing into her clit before dragging back up and teasing her hole. You want her to beg for it, and beg she does.

"Shit, baby, please, please fuck me," She cries, pressing back into you and trying to push your fingers in. You chuckle, loving how needy she is and not wanting to torture her too much.

"Hmm, good girl," You hum, as you press two fingers into her cunt. Abby moans into the mattress, loving the stretch. When you're in to the hilt, Abby clenches around your digits, a shiver running up her spine.

You lean down, angling your hand so you can both fuck her with you fingers and eat her out. You leave little licks at her clit, starting to fuck your fingers in and out of her, curling them just enough to try and press at her g-spot. When you get the right angle, pushing up against that gushy little spot, Abby wails, pressing back against you and clenching.

You hum against her clit, sucking on it lightly while pressing against her g-spot, feeling her leak around your fingers.

"G'so good baby, hmmm– fuck" She whines, her voice muffled into the comforter.

You can feel her thighs twitching, and decide she's getting too close too fast. Pulling off of her clit, you trail your tongue around her pussy, from the edge of her hole, where she's taking your fingers so well, to the spot right under her clit, teasing her with the almost-stimulation. You keep toying with her, avoiding her clit even as you finger her, driving her insane.

"C'mon baby, please, I wanna cum, please - fuck, 'wanna cum for you," She whines, kicking one leg and bucking back into you.

"Aww, my needy girl, you wanna cum?" You tease, leaning up to curve your body over hers and press a kiss behind her ear.

"Yes, yes please, ma'am, please, I need it," She cries, turning her head to look at you, making your heart skip a beat. Her cheeks are flushed, her eyes blown out and her lips plumped up from biting at them. She's beautiful, your angel and your love, and you feel the overwhelming. need to please her.

"You're so good for me Abby, 'll make you cum," You murmur, pressing a soft kiss to her lips before sliding back down. You take one glance at her ass and thighs, still covered in smeared lipstick marks. Pressing one more kiss to her ass, you dive back into her cunt, licking and kissing and sucking at her clit, making out with it as you fucking her even harder.

Abby whines, dropping her head onto the bed and arching her back even more, letting you play with her pussy. You can feel her getting closer, the excess slick, the tremble of her thighs, the clenching of her walls around your fingers. She's almost there, she just needs a little something. And god, you deliver.

You spit on her clit and suck on it, massaging her g-spot with no mercy as you stimulate her sensitive little nub, moaning against her when Abby wails, pussy convulsing around your fingers and her whole body shaking. She's a wreck, pushing back against you and babbling into the bed. Her clit throbs under your tongue, a twitchy mess.

You fuck her through it, feeling her drip around your fingers, leaving a ring of creamy cum for you to lick up. She squeals as you punch at her g-spot, extending her orgasm as she clenches around you, keeping your fingers inside her.

Slowly, you ease your fingers to a stop and pull out, pressing a kiss to her clit before pulling away. Abby lets her breathing even out, feeling as you rubbing her hips, waiting to see what she needs. Abby lets out a blissed out sigh and sits up on her legs, reaching back for you to wrap your arms around her.

You do, hugging her from behind and laying your head on her shoulder, pressing kisses to the muscle. "How're you feeling baby?"

"Hmm, perfect," She hums, tilting her head to kiss your temple, "You're so good to me."

"You're so good to me, Abigail, I love taking care of you," You mumble, meeting her in a soft kiss. It's so gentle, and you can feel her trying to push every ounce of love into this kiss. It's heart achingly sweet, like every moment you have with her.

"Mm, gonna let me take care of you now?" She asks, catching you of guard as she turns around and eases you back onto the bed. "Because I think you're also feeling a lil tense. Strip and hand me the oil."

ahhhhhhhhhhHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

[kechiwrites]

meant for each other

toxic baby daddy!ghost x reader

3/?

synopsis: after ruining your very rare date night, ghost has some choice words for you.

wc: 2.3k

cw: afab!reader, a bit of dom!ghost, angst, choking, headlock (the hot kind), language, unprotected sex, creampies, jerking off, threats of a facial (is that a thing?), possessive!ghost, threat of cervix penetration (that is a thing, my friend taught me so). no use of y/n ever.

author’s note: for the anon asking for very toxic ghost (i couldn’t go too hard tho, he still wants redemption after all)

read this first for context or don't! It’s pretty stand-alone friendly. mdni

Cutting your date short had been humiliating to say the least. Neil had been polite, but undeniably angry and uncomfortable, slapping his credit card down to cover both of your drinks and your unfinished appetizers before leaving the restaurant. 

The car ride home is filled with a choking tense silence, one Neil only breaks when he pulls into your driveway, putting his car into park behind Ghost’s giant “fuck-off” SUV.

“Look, I get that the co-parenting thing is difficult, but you may want to decide whether you and your ex are really over or not before you decide to go on a date again.” Your chest burns with embarrassment, you’re grown, this should not be happening to you. This night should’ve ended with this man’s head between your thighs at least, now you’ll be lucky if he doesn’t block you before you get through your front door.

You nod along, if only to have whatever painfully awkward lecture he’s trying to give end as soon as possible. “I know. I’m sorry, Neil. He wasn’t supposed to-” You cut yourself off. Obviously Ghost wasn’t supposed to show up to your first date in years, with your son in tow no less. “He shouldn’t have been there. He has a problem with boundaries.” And keeping his hands off your ass in public, apparently.

“Right. Well, I think maybe there’s some stuff you two need to talk about.” Neil is short and dismissive, and sure, you get where he’s coming from but your contriteness is slowly curdling into anger with every pedantic word. 

“Understatement of the goddamn century.” you speak under your breath, “Thank you Neil.” You grit through your teeth, tossing him a half hearted goodbye before you tear out of his car, bone tired and almost shaking with irritation, into your dimly lit driveway. The cream colour of your front door sings to you like a siren, teasing at the peaceful, uncomplicated oasis that lies behind it, at least until you remember what’s in there waiting for you. Neil pulls his car out of your driveway before you can even fish your keys out and you kiss that avenue of relief goodbye forever. 

Your exhaustion seems to double when you cross your home's threshold to find Ghost sitting on your couch, manspreading like he fucking lived there. Like he belongs there. A headache is already beginning to build in the back of your skull, and you just pray to god he’ll say whatever he wants to say quickly and fucking bail. Your skin feels like it’s weighted down when you drop your bag on the carpet by your door, legs heavy as lead while you toe off your shoes.

“Welcome home.” Beyond the rise and fall of his chest and shoulders he barely moves an inch, keeping his attention glued to your television, more eyeballing the sitcom rerun than actually watching it. You were not going to rise to his provocation. He was going to get the silent treatment from you, you wouldn’t utter a goddamn word-

“You were so out of line tonight.” You stomp all over your own vow before you even finish making it, letting your annoyance and his arrogance win out.

You’d meant for your accusation to sound more angry, but your fatigue seeps into every word and sucks out all the venom.

“Sure. Come here.” He spreads his thighs wider, until there’s a, frankly miniscule, space on the couch between his fucking tree-trunk legs, assumedly created for you to sit in.

“You want to act like a fucking child, leave my baby out of it.” You stay rooted to the spot, not because you're tempted to follow his command, you’re just worried you’ll attempt to slap the shit out of the soldier. 

“Our baby.” He grunts, folding his arms across his chest. His bandana is back in place, but somehow he still manages to look petulant. 

You’re going to need to see a doctor about your blood pressure for sure.

“You know what, Ghost? I’m here, I assume Thomas is asleep, so you’re done for the night. I suggest you go wherever the fuck it is you go when you aren’t here making my life hell. Oh and next time-”

“Enough.” He thunders, and your jaw snaps shut. It’s a special talent of his to feel so intimidating even when sitting in the midst of a painfully suburban living room. God knows where he learned it or why. “Come here. I won’t ask you again.” The dark tone of his voice shoots up your spine and pushes your body into action, heart thudding in time with your footsteps. Your ex watches you comply, eyes heavily lidded when you stand in front of him, looking down at the exposed half of his face, the twice broken crookedness of his nose bridge, the long lashes rimming his eyes. 

“What? Do you want?” You hiss, hands balling into fists at your sides. 

“Sit.” You start to obey, you figure you know what he wants and it’s hard to deny him when you’d had hopes of riding the guy you’d met at the convenience store into the sunset. You attempt to straddle him, raising your knee to the sofa before he stops you.

“No.” He murmurs, heavy hand on your shoulder. “Like this.” He pushes you down until you’re kneeling between his thighs. Until he eclipses your vision and the warm, off-white light of your living room forms a halo around his head from above. Ghost makes quick work of his fly, fishing his half hard dick out of the open zipper. He pumps a broad, rough hand over the length of it, working himself over until his erection is full, angry red, and leaking precum onto the tip of your nose. Your gaze bounces from his cock to his face and back again. Eventually, he decides his precum isn’t enough. 

“Stick your tongue out.” He groans, circling a hand around the root of his length, and angling it towards you. You do as you're told, palms sweating where they sit uselessly on your lap. You’re sure you make a pretty picture. Soft, obedient, pathetic. Weak when it comes to him. Weak when it comes to getting what you think you need.

Ghost drags the ruddy head of his cock over the slick pad of your tongue, once, twice, three times, until the salt and skin taste addles your brain. The sound of your spit against his heat under the heavy jerks of his hand fills your ears, shaking loose your last little bit of dignity. All of a sudden you couldn’t care less that the lecture you’d planned to deliver is being swallowed down in favour of drooling over the dripping head of Ghost's dick. You couldn’t care less that he’d ruined any chance of a second date with Nicholas or Nate or whatever the fuck his name had been. 

“Do not move.” He spits, teeth clenched, while he works his hand over his length, his free hand keeps you crumpled below him, so he can fill your sight with the heavy, veined curve of his cock, brushing your lips and the tip of your nose with his knuckles while he fists himself.

His cheeks flush the softest shade of pink and his barrel chest heaves as he gets closer to finishing over your face. Satisfied with your position, he removes the hand weighing down your shoulder and lifts your face. 

“Knees.” You almost sob with relief when you turn to face away from him, letting him carelessly tear your jeans and underwear from your body, exposing the soft, slick lips of your cunt to the open air. 

The solid thunk of his knees meeting the hardwood floor of the living room is the only warning that preempts him breaching the warm clutch of your insides. He fucks into you slowly, slower than you ever thought possible, and you wonder whether it’s to stop himself from coming or to punish you further. His hulking frame bends over you, covering your back with his obscene warmth, even through your clothes. His zipper scratches you when he forces your pussy to accommodate his girth, filling you over and over until you're punch-drunk and gasping, hands slipping against the floor with every hard thrust and grind against you. Ghost’s hips rock and stutter when you cry out, bending further down, bringing his mouth to your ear to hiss at you to shut the fuck up, lest you wake your son. 

You’re stuck oscillating between sighing or crying, stuck wanting to surrender and wanting to fight back, screaming and shouting and grasping at straws to get you the fuck out of this because you’re frightened. You are scared of him, of what he can do and has done. To you, to your son. You’re scared that ultimately, deep down, you are meant for each other. Meant to stay locked to one another, holding hands while you inevitably sink into deep black nothing, choking on each other’s frustrations and wants, your shortcomings and would-be’s. 

Empty and unchanged. Fighting the same fights, wishing the same wishes. 

Then, Ghost speaks your fears into reality.

"You're mine," he huffs over you and you are so thankful he can't see how you need to bite your wrist to stop from moaning aloud. When he finally lets up, leaving your back woefully cold, he clamps his palm around the back of your neck and pushes, until your cheek is crushed against the floor and he can mount you properly, fucking you with what feels like all his strength, his leg hitched up to reach deeper, so deep it almost hurts.

"Hate me all you want now, but that kid back there means you will always belong to me. I will always be the man who gave him to you. No matter what poor sod you try to replace me with, I'll be the one who makes you feel like this. Eventually things will go back to how they're supposed to be.”

It’s probably the most words he’s said all week, in your presence anyway. It chokes you, fills your mouth, your lungs until that familiar drowning sensation threatens to pull you under. But not before you hear him mutter to himself;

“They have to.”

You can barely breathe underneath the pressure Ghost seems to bring with him everywhere. When you don’t respond to his claim (as if you could say anything with him taking your mind apart piece by piece), he hooks his arm around your throat, pulling you up against his chest, which of course, doesn’t make breathing any easier. Ghost drags his teeth over the shell of your ear, dropping his free hand low to draw small, deliberate circles against your clit. Air flees from your lungs while your hips twitch to follow along with his hand. The tip of his dick brushes your cervix and you yelp in response, the inevitable throbbing pain sending a lightning bolt right to your brain, and accompanied with the feeling of breathlessness, the sensation forces you to come over the length of his cock, the slick walls of your pussy clenching tight around him. When his arm finally slackens, you slump in his hold, eager to draw in lungfuls of precious air while Ghost batters the inside of your cunt while he continues to hold you upright. You groan loudly and he covers your mouth with his palm, soaked in your arousal. The light overhead feels like it’s blinding you, your skin feels raw and exposed, nerves on nerves that Ghost plucks and brushes to reduce you to rubble, nothing more than ruins underneath his practiced hands. 

You screw your eyes shut, heavy breaths from your nose are the only thing keeping you from blacking out, your pulse pounds in your throat while your mind tries to catch up with your body. 

Ghost lets his forehead fall to your shoulder and he finishes inside you, murmuring something you can’t hear while his hips knock into yours. He’s tense against you, before his limbs go languid and soft, brushing his half-covered nose against the side of your neck. You bat uselessly at the arm circling your midsection with a shaky fist, urging your ex to release you. It’s too much, you can smell him on your skin, feel him drip down the inside of your thigh, and you need it to be over now. He complies and you fall forward, unprepared for the sudden weightlessness. In a flash, his hands are back on you, grasping at your forearms and pulling you against him. It’s a breeze for him to drag your lax body onto the couch and cover you with the flimsy throw blanket you usually just laid over the back of the sofa. Your mind spins with the change of position. You don’t even know when he’d pulled out of you. 

For now, you’re just content to have the heavy curtain of sleep close on the events of the day, the funny little tragedy that your life has become. Content to have Ghost tuck you in and pull his favourite disappearing act. 

You mumble dreamily; “The invisible boyfriend!” Your arm flailing upwards in a mock flourish. You think that maybe, you hear him laugh at you. A quiet huff of air, muffled by a skull themed bandana. You think that maybe, you hear him flick the lights off in the house, like you usually do before bed. You think that maybe, you hear him check on Tommy in his room, cuddled into what is undoubtedly too many stuffed toys for his tiny mattress. You think that maybe, he sits on the floor by the couch and goes back to watching television while you drift off into a dreamless sleep, resting his head against your blanket-covered knee.

But, like always, he’s gone when you wake up. So maybe what you think you heard doesn't really matter.

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[onlyhuis]

pov he just finished blowing your back out and giving you head and now he’s watching you come down from your high while he waits for you to whine and beg him to come back to bed so he can fuck you dumb (or fuck you to sleep, which ever comes first… but probably both)

why are you so mean to me 💔💔😞....

member | dom!junhui x reader word count | 555 warnings | descriptions of female anatomy, nicknames (princess, darling, good girl, pretty girl), there's no sex but there's like. sensual touching ig you could call it

jun stands off to the side of the room, running his hands through his hair by the long, gilded mirror on the mantle. in the reflection he can see you, still laying flat against the bed, fucked out of your mind as you struggle to recover from the orgasms he’s just given you.

he watches your chest heave with each shallow breath, trying to force your brain to catch up with the rest of your aching body. a thin sheen of sweat glistens on your skin and your hair is a tangled mess. you keep your eyes tightly shut out from the rest of the world as your cunt throbs, and you can hear your heartbeat in your ears.

when you’ve finally recovered enough to sit up, he turns around from the mirror.

“did you have a nice little break, my princess?” he coos, his tone just barely condescending. “are you done for the night?”

“no— jun, please, need you,” you gasp out, still struggling as you haven’t fully caught your breath. “come back to bed.”

“more?” he says, raising an eyebrow, but he walks over and sits down beside you at the edge of the bed. “but i’ve given you so much already. my baby still needs more?”

you fall back against the sheets again with a whine. “yes, please. always want more of you, junnie.”

he pouts, a look of faux-concern on his face. “but are you sure you can take it? you’re already so worn out.”

you shake your head quickly. “no ‘m not! not tired at all. you’ve barely even fucked me yet.”

you both know that’s a lie. he’s fucked you in so many positions tonight, it would rival a professional’s gymnastics routine.

his eyes darken as he slides around onto the bed. he climbs on top of you and lets his cock rest against your stomach as he straddles your hips, the tip still glistening from the night’s previous rounds. “is this what you want, my darling? want me to fuck you stupid?”

you whimper out another “please”, reaching up to grab at his biceps and trying to pull him back down closer to you. his muscles are smooth and firm in your grip, and you swallow a moan at just the feeling of him.

“now that’s a good girl,” he says as he runs his own large hands up and down your body, squeezing your breasts and grinning when he sees your eyes wrench shut and hears soft whines fall from your lips.

every inch of your body aches from how long you two have been going at it, but even after so many hours of pleasure you’re still insatiable. yet you find yourself struggling for words, unable to form a coherent thought.

“tell me what you want, pretty girl, and i’ll give it to you.”

all you can do is whimper and plead with him, rambled begging as if it’s been weeks since you’ve cum, when in reality it’s been just minutes.

he just knows exactly what you want, what you like, and he knows exactly how to give it to you that’ll leave you a babbling, exhausted, satisfied mess.

he smiles with pride as you get more and more desperate, knowing he hasn’t even really done anything with you yet. oh no, he’s just getting started.

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Hi can I request a Tonowari and Jake fic where their female Metkayina mate is smaller than them and that makes them more protective of her and one day she comes home exhausted and very sore from hunting and all her muscles hurt and lies face down straight away barely acknowledging them as she is very tired. They come over to her and start kissing her back and neck softly and massage her body to get rid of the knots in her muscles, she sighs in relief feeling very relaxed and can’t keep her eyes open, she falls asleep purring and they laugh softly calling her kitten and saying how cute she is and kissing her face softly and cuddling up with her on both sides falling asleep themselves as she is warm and soft and they find it very comforting? Thanks 😊

𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐩𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐊𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐬

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐓𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐢 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐒𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥-𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞…𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬???, 𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟

You hummed peacefully as you swirled and threw the fishing net into the water. You'd been at it for a few hours now, but the sun was beaming and the fish were scarce. Dipping into the water for a quick moment, you emerged to see a Metkayina male standing right in front of you. Gasping you stumbled back and dropped the net, looking at the man offended.

“Sorry! They need your help in the forest. ” He pointed behind you where a group of Metkayina stood holding crates and weapons.

“Why me?”

The male shrugged. “I dunno, they said you know the best way to catch large animals.”

You groaned and raveled your net up, walking over to the group and following them to the forest on the island. Months ago you had traveled to the rainforest and killed a Thanator. Ever since, you had the notoriety and fame from taking down and bringing home the creature. 

You’d taken a break from hunting, opting to fish for a little while before returning to the hunting scene. The fact that they had called you back to the forest so soon irritated you just a little, but as the lover of Tonowari and Jake, you couldn’t decline. 

During the expedition you had divided the group into two, the tracking team and the killing team. You curated a quick plan that would allow the lot of them to locate and kill the animal. You had to give them pointers, physical pointers because they were such horrible hunters they were way in over their head. 

Having pulled a muscle in your last hunting experience, your shoulder blades tensed as you positioned yourself to aim the bow to show them. This continued all day until you left the group, believing that they would be able to find the creature on their own.

You walked back home, sleepy and sore from the day's festivities. The lights in your home were already on, and you groaned, knowing the bright light was bound to give you a headache.

Walking in the pod, you dropped your bow and arrow near the entrance and shielded your eyes with your arm.

“Sweetheart. You’re back late.” Tonowari greeted.

“Yeah, long day.” You walked right past the Metkayina male and went to your shared bedroom, laying down and closing your eyes.

In the distance you heard shuffling, then stillness. A simple knock on the doorway, and you knew they had followed you. “Come in.” You said silently.

You heard their footsteps come closer, before feeling their warmth next to you. “Was today that bad?” Jake asked.

“My arms still aren't up to par. Think I fucked up my back.”

You felt a warm hand trail up your spine, until it pressed slightly towards the left side, where the strain was. 

“Fuck!’ You grunted at the sensation. “Push harder.”

Jake did as you said, and pressed his palm into your back. Harder, and harder, until the three of you heard a pop. 

“That's right,” You exhaled out feeling the relief.

“You like that, don't you kitten?” Jake cooed, placing a kiss on your cheek. You smiled and nodded into the mat, without opening your eyes. 

Tonowari scooted down to the edge of the mat, where he began kneading the back of your thighs and calves, relieving them of the tensity that had built up inside. Jake's hands attacked your upper body, squeezing and molding your arms and upper back to a relaxed state, a feeling you had not experienced in weeks. 

You began purring and fell into a world where your body was back to normal and you were able to run and hop the way you wanted. Where you could be as flexible and mobile as you wanted to. 

Their moving hands turned into slow pecks on the back and legs, kissing random spots of your back. Their soft plush lips made you smile, knowing that their only motive right now was to comfort you. You purred yourself to sleep, causing the two men to pause on their affection, and move to comfortably tuck you into the bed. Soon after, they laid right next to you, having been just as sleepy as you were. 

[cowgurrrl]

Graceland Too

Pairing: Joel Miller x fem!reader (plus platonic Ellie Williams x fem!reader)

Author’s note: okay but I kinda want to write this into a series (gif by @loregifs)

Summary: “I think we deserve a soft epilogue, my love. We are good people and we’ve suffered enough.” - Seventy Years of Sleep #4. nikka ursula aka Miller/Williams family time plus one [1.1k]

Warnings: Pregnancy talk, tooth rotting fluff, can be read as an additional part to What Sarah Said and Sweet Jane but can also be read as a stand-alone, that’s all

"How's are the Miller's doing today?" He asks as he walks into your shared room. You're laid on your side, counting baby kicks obsessively and trying not to fall asleep. It's still the middle of the day, and your sleep is already fucked. Rest has not gotten easier as the weeks have passed, but it feels especially impossible now at thirty-four weeks. 

It's been a relatively normal pregnancy. Your morning sickness returned with a vengeance and got so bad that you had to go to the hospital to get fluids because you were throwing up so much. It's subsided a little in your second and third trimesters, but even the slightest smell can make you nauseous for the rest of the day. Poor Joel had to switch soaps three times before finding something that didn't agitate either of you. These days, you're exhausted, sore, and ready not to be pregnant anymore.

"This one," you point to your swollen stomach. "Has been kicking my ass all day. I barely got out of bed before I had to lie back down." You sigh. Joel kisses you before leaning down and kissing your belly. 

"You be nice to your mama," he says, and you laugh when the baby kicks in defiance. You grab his hand and place it where you just felt them, and he smiles when the baby kicks at him, too. "Stubborn." 

"Wonder where they get it from." You hum, and he smiles. For a while, you two lay together, feeling for tiny movements as the sun shines high in the sky. He lights up each time the baby moves against his hand, which is more than enough to tolerate the constant kicks in your ribs. He loves this baby so much already.

"You're in the home stretch now," he says. "Any last guesses on what you think it'll be?"

"I still think it's a girl. I'd be shocked if we had a boy."

"I think it's a boy." 

"Because you want a boy or because you actually think it's a boy?"

"Excuse me, I do think it's a boy, and I'd be just as happy if we had a girl," he says as he runs his hand over the hill of your belly. "You're carrying lower. My mama always used to say that was a good way to tell what someone was having."

"Alright, I'll let you have it. Ellie thinks it's a boy, too. She said she just felt it," you look down and poke at your stomach. "Whoever you end up being, can you come out soon? I'm tired."

"Couple more weeks."

"Easy for you to say."

"That's true," he says as you push the hair out of his eyes. "D'you think we're ready?" 

"I think it's a little late to ask that, cowboy," you laugh, and he rolls his eyes. "But, yes, I think we're ready." You, Ellie, and Joel spent weeks converting one of the old rooms in the house into a nursery. At first, they were fine with you helping, but as the weeks passed and you got bigger, they put their foot down. Even if you picked up an empty box or a paintbrush, Ellie would yell from the other side of the room and take it from your hands. When they painted, they barely let you in the house because they thought the fumes would harm you and the baby. You've had to remind them that you've been the one to save their asses multiple times, and you can still do things even though you're pregnant, but you might as well have been talking to a brick wall. 

Joel and Ellie built most of the nursery together— everything from the crib to the rocking chair to the space mobile hanging from the ceiling. They painted the walls a pretty yellow, making the dusty, old room fit for the newest Miller. They painted a growth chart by the door and even marked their own heights and ages in pencil on the wall. You came in when you heard them giggling, and then they insisted on marking how far your bump came out on the wall, too. You couldn't say no when they looked at you with those stupid grins and big eyes. Ellie took a polaroid of you standing in front of the chart as Joel pressed a paint-stained hand to your stomach and kissed you.

Seeing her so excited about the new baby made both of you feel so much better. She's talked nonstop about everything she wants to do with the baby pretty much since she found out you were pregnant. You were unsure how she would react since she's been your only priority for years now, and she's getting older, but she's ecstatic. She held your hair when you woke up throwing up, and Joel was on patrol. She made you soup and reminded you to take the way-too-expensive prenatal vitamins. She even learned to play lullabies on her guitar to sing to the new baby. She'd be a great mom.

"I'm so excited to meet them," Joel says softly, and you smile.

"Me too," You say. You lean in to kiss him and barely graze his lips when the baby kicks in Joel's direction. You try to ignore it and kiss him again when they do it again. They kick you hard enough that Joel feels the baby's foot against his hand, and you both laugh. "I can't believe we're getting cockblocked by a fetus."

"How do you think you got here?" Joel asks loudly, looking down at your stomach.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Ellie asks as she walks into your room, and you laugh.

"Every time I try to kiss Joel, the baby kicks at him," you say. She gives you that classic Ellie stink face, and you hold out your hand. "C'mere." You urge. She hesitates before walking over to your side of the bed. You take her hand and let her feel the baby's movements, making her smile.

"That's so weird," she says but doesn't move her hand. She lingers, having a semi-private moment with the baby as they turn and wiggle against each of their hands. They are moving back and forth between Joel and Ellie, like they can't decide who they want to hang out with, but they want to be involved. Ellie crouches down next to the bed, resting her chin on her hand, and Joel traces little patterns into the fabric of your shirt. Slowly, the baby settles down and falls asleep, their movements less crazy but still sporadic. 

Ellie and Joel come to the same conclusion but don't move. They stay there with you and the baby as the day rages on outside. Let it rage, you think. I have everything I need right here.

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okay so last night i had this horrible bad bad bad no good panic/anxiety attack and like . i went through IT . was really bad , shaking so hard my teeth clattered , barely breathing , etc . so maybe could I get succession characters helping a so who has a panic/anxiety attack and grounding them? tysm 💐

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I’m really sorry that happened to you anon :( I hope you’re feeling much much better now!!! If you ever need to talk, you got me <3 I love u thank u for requesting, enjoy xx

panic attack (succession main cast)

Kendall

ᝰ he’s obviously had his fair share of panic attacks

ᝰ while he’s not really sure what’ll work for you specifically, he does his best to do things he wishes people did for him when he’d have attacks

ᝰ he has a few tricks up his sleeve, anyway

ᝰ when he first realizes you’re having one, he gets an ice cube

ᝰ and tells you to put it in your mouth and just leave it there

ᝰ “it helps your brain distract itself from its own meltdown,” he tells you softly

ᝰ all the while stroking your hair, your cheeks, your brow, whatever he can tell soothes you the most

ᝰ you suck on the ice cube until it melts

ᝰ and surprisingly enough, you’ve calmed down

ᝰ yes you’re still extremely anxious, but your breathing’s been regulated, your heart rate back to normal

ᝰ kendall coaxes you into a cuddle on the couch

ᝰhis fingers run through your hair over and over

ᝰ he’s just trying to bring you down from that bad high

ᝰ and he’s doing well

ᝰ he murmurs soft words to you

ᝰ and tries to get to the root of the issue

ᝰ “what caused all this, do you know?”

ᝰ you don’t have an answer

ᝰ but that’s okay

ᝰ he’ll take care of you regardless

ᝰ because you mean the world to him

ᝰ and if he can do anything to make you happy, he’ll do it

ᝰ you make him the happiest man to walk the earth

Roman

ᝰ is also a panic attack veteran

ᝰ kind of freezes the first time you have one in front of him

ᝰ but he snaps out of it immediately

ᝰ makes you lay down in bed while he runs to the bathroom

ᝰ he comes back with a cool washcloth and slaps it onto your face

ᝰ “roman!”

ᝰ “sorry, i didn’t think it’d go so hard!”

ᝰ you laugh

ᝰ but like you’re still having a panic attack

ᝰ he’s sat next to you, and rubs gentle circles into your cheeks and forehead with the washcloth

ᝰ the cool water helps soothe you as it seeps into your skin

ᝰ you calm down

ᝰ you’ve exhausted yourself

ᝰ once roman’s sure you’re not stressing the fuck out, he takes the washcloth and sets it on his side table

ᝰ he lays down with you and pulls you close to him

ᝰ “i’m tired, and i won’t be able to sleep unless you take a nap with me,” he states

ᝰ he sets your head on his chest

ᝰ and peppers kisses over your scalp

ᝰ he’s not even a little bit tired

ᝰ he just wants you to sleep and reset

ᝰ cheek smushed into his pec, you doze off

ᝰ he’s so happy, just having you here with him

ᝰ you’re safe when you’re with him

ᝰ and he’s safe when he’s with you

ᝰ he’s so warm and cuddly with you

ᝰ and you love it

Shiv

ᝰ if she’s ever had a panic attack, she’s never let you see it

ᝰ or anyone

ᝰ but when you have one in front of her, she can’t just let it happen

ᝰ she takes your face in her hands and makes you breathe

ᝰ “you’re going to do it just like me, okay?” she asks softly, eyes searching yours

ᝰ helps you box breathe

ᝰ “four cycles, babe, come on,” she encourages

ᝰ in four, hold four, out four, hold four

ᝰ “that’s it. you’re doing so well,” she coos

ᝰ within minutes she has you back to normal

ᝰ you don’t say anything, just hug her tight with your chin set on her shoulder

ᝰ “wanna talk about it?” she asks

ᝰ she’s there whether you do or you don’t

ᝰ if you do, she sits, she listens, and she does her absolute best to help

ᝰ and even if she can’t solve the issue itself, she’ll do everything in her power to make you feel better

ᝰ she goes out a bit later, not telling you where she’s going

ᝰ she returns with a banana split from dairy queen

ᝰ you share it, you perched on the kitchen counter, her standing in front of you

ᝰ your legs tangle together as you eat

ᝰ you end up getting a bit of whipped cream on the corner of your mouth

ᝰ“you’re so messy,” she says lightheartedly

ᝰ“what? look who’s talking,” you say back, wiping ice cream from her chin

ᝰ“i don’t know how that got there,” she mutters

ᝰ she lets you have the cherry

ᝰ she knows you love it

ᝰ but she loves it too

ᝰ so she kisses you, savoring the taste of the cherry

ᝰ but mostly just the taste of you

Tom

ᝰ well read wambsgans strikes again

ᝰ he realizes you have a panic attack oncoming and sits you down in a chair

ᝰ he keeps a hand on your shoulder and quietly talks you through it

ᝰ when your breathing begins to get erratic, he begins asking you questions so that you ground yourself

ᝰ “can you name three objects you can see in the kitchen?”

ᝰ “i, ah, the blender, the, um, coffee machine, and that stupid looking mug of yours,” you manage, referring to his ‘world’s best grandma’ mug he’d gotten in a white elephant thing at work

ᝰ “there you are. how about three things you smell?”

ᝰ he’s smiling softly at you, hand now pushing back hair from your face

ᝰ you inhale deeply, grounding yourself

ᝰ just as he’d intended

ᝰ “your cologne… i still kind of smell dinner? and…”

ᝰ at a loss, you lean forward and sniff

ᝰ “…laundry detergent,” you say after giving his shirt a sniff

ᝰ “you’re a cheater,” he says, despite his smile

ᝰ “oh, well,” you reply, smiling up at him

ᝰ he kisses your forehead

ᝰ “want to move to bed?” he asks

ᝰ “please.”

ᝰ before you know it, the two of you are curled together, the blankets and duvets bringing you comfort

ᝰ he brings you comfort

ᝰ he’s scratching gently at the nape of your neck, your head pressed into the crook of his

ᝰ you press lazy kisses to the skin under your mouth

ᝰ you fall asleep, a tangle of limbs, the sheets warm with affection

Greg

ᝰ lowkey is also having a panic attack

ᝰ but not really

ᝰ he pulls himself together for you

ᝰ he’s not really sure what to do

ᝰ so he googles it

ᝰ “hey, hey. close your eyes, and, uh, i’ll count to five, and you’ll breathe in through your nose, okay?”

ᝰ not really sure what this’ll do for you, but trusting him, you oblige him

ᝰ “exhale through your mouth, now.”

ᝰ after a few cycles, you’re feeling a bit better

ᝰ you’re still anxious, but it’s not suffocating you anymore

ᝰ “go sit, i’ll get ice cream,” he tells you

ᝰ when he comes back to sit next to you on the couch, he has a pint of your favorite ice cream in his hands and two spoons

ᝰ his arm goes around you and gives your shoulder a gentle squeeze

ᝰ the two of you end up finishing the pint

ᝰ he talks about everything to take your mind off of whatever it was that was stressing you out

ᝰ eventually, your brow isn’t furrowed, your features aren’t tense

ᝰ he kisses your cheeks

ᝰ “are you feeling good? better, at least?”

ᝰ you are

ᝰ you’re finally at peace again

ᝰ you spend the rest of the night watching a favorite show of greg’s

ᝰ you love sitting there listening to him talk about why he enjoys it so much

ᝰ he tells you that he’ll enjoy it better when you watch it with him

ᝰ because the first time around, all he could think of was you and whether you would like it

ᝰ you’re all that’s on his mind

ᝰ ever

Stewy

ᝰ this man is a masterclass in calm

ᝰ “hey, baby, take a breath,” he tells you, one hand brace on your stomach, the other on the small of your back

ᝰ when you clearly do not take a good breath, he changes tactics

ᝰ the hand on your stomach moves to take your own hand

ᝰ the one on your back begins rubbing in circles

ᝰ “i really want to go on a walk,” he tells you, “and i really, really, want you to come with me.”

ᝰ you know he’s lying

ᝰ but you go with him anyway

ᝰ the fresh air helps you

ᝰ and just moving around helps clear your head

ᝰ eventually, you’ve calmed down a bit

ᝰ your breath is still stuttering and tears are welling in your eyes

ᝰ stewy still has your fingers intertwined with his

ᝰ his eyes never leave your face

ᝰ he reaches over and thumbs away your tears

ᝰ “you know, i think we’re on time to watch the sun set,” he tells you, eyes twinkling

ᝰ you end up at a nearby park

ᝰ he pulls you onto a bench overlooking empty meadows

ᝰ his arm loops around you and he lets you lean against him

ᝰ your arms wind around his wast, your fingers fiddling with his belt loop

ᝰ he dots kisses all over your head as the sky melts into pinks and oranges

ᝰ “so gorgeous,” you whisper, the colors blending and swirling together before your eyes

ᝰ “not as much as you,” he murmurs back

ᝰ “cheese ball,” you say happily

ᝰ “you know you love me.”

ᝰ “i do. very much.”