#trust me I'm v v feral

[dungeonpuppykai]

Hey lovely, I just want to say I love your bucky fics and especially dark bucky fics, it just hits the spot and it's so good so keep up the great work love. Now i'm not sure if you're still taking requests if so could you please do one of reader wearing absolutely nothing but bucky's army dog tag and him seeing reader like this makes him go feral.

And if you don't want to that's perfectly fine and i hope you have a great day/night and keep up the great work love 💕

Thank you so much! I am so happy that you like them and I know it's been a hot minute but the way this ask short circuited my brain omg!!!

Warning(s): Dark!Bucky, stockholm syndrome, sir kink, use of makeshift leash, choking, rough p-in-v, power imbalance, m!dom, f!sub, puppy kink, humping, dumbification, cock riding, mention of somnophilia. Browse at your own discretion. Contains dark and mature 18+ content. Minors do not interact. 

Bucky was honestly skeptical at first. 

As you were still getting used to your new home he knew better than to fully trust you. 

But you were just so fucking irresistible and adorable. 

Sometimes he didn't know just what to do with you.

"Just trust me, sir!" Your tone was determined but demeanor shy when you had hurriedly pecked his lips and scurried off into the walk-in wardrobe after prying his hands off you. 

The night was quite silver with the moon on full display, the inside of your room dimly lit as Bucky took a swig of his chilled after dinner beer. 

When you took longer than was comfortable for him doing whatever it was that you were doing, he called out to you. 

"Puppy? What's taking so–"

The older man's voice locked in his throat and he had to do a double take when you did appear. 

Your cheeks were a bright red as you nibbled on your bottom lip, hips swaying but posture stiff as you came into his view. 

Bucky's hand reached for his neck in realization when he noticed the article– the only article on your otherwise nude body.

You sneaky little thing. 

He had been so busy and stressed because of his recent mission that he hadn't noticed when you had slipped his dog tags off him. 

A small smirk made its way on his face as he felt his cock harden instantly, feeling his head spin a little at the seductive way you leaned against the doorframe of the wardrobe, toying with the chain in as much a sexy manner as you could muster.

Just like that, Bucky made his resolve. 

Even if you had been sneaky (and he would definitely have to do something about it to nip it in the bud), it had been to give him a show. 

And who was Bucky to refuse you finally coming around and doing something out of your own free will. 

Or, at least, as free as it could get given your rather coercive circumstances. 

"Come here, puppy" his voice was dark and strained as he held back pouncing on you with all the force in his body and crushing you with the violent passion that was surging like electric currents within his being right now. 

He always held back on you for he knew you were far too fragile to take his raw might. 

"Y- Yes sir…" You obediently answered like you had been trained to do so as you made your way to your captor and owner. 

Bucky bit his lip as he sipped on his drink again, reaching out towards you before he twirled the dog tags around the index finger of his metal arm and gently pulled you in, resuming his earlier position on the bed. 

Your breath hitched in your throat as your lips brushed against his. He had brought you in until you were bending over his form. Your heart was starting to thrum.

Excitement. Anxiety. Need.

"Puppy, you naughty, naughty fucking thing" Bucky rasped after making out with you a little. 

The older man didn't speak before he pressed his lips onto yours and when he transferred the beer in his mouth to yours, you knew why he hadn't praised you yet. 

The drink burnt its way down your throat.

Your nose scrunched a bit at the strong taste of his beer.

You weren't really allowed any adult beverages so they were almost foreign to your taste buds at this point. 

"N- Need you, sir~" you were becoming more and more hormonal by the day and the man wasn't complaining. 

"Is that why you put up this cute little show, huh? To seduce sir into playing with that sweet little pussy that's always so needy for him?" You couldn't help but lower your head and nod sheepishly, blushing under his dark and hungry gaze. "Aren't you becoming a cute little horndog?" 

He couldn't help but smirk at the way you whined under your breath, both aroused and embarrassed.

"Aw, you don't like that, puppy?" He gently tugged at the makeshift leash. "Don't want sir to tease you?" You softly pouted as you shook your head and avoided his gaze. "Awww…" Now his hand wrapped around the rest of the chain and he jerked your head closer. "Then what do you want, puppy?" 

"Y- You, sir…" You shyly looked up at him through your lashes although just for a second. "Want– need you… so, so bad."

"How bad, puppy?"

"Very bad, sir…"

He loosened up his grip but didn't let go of the silver chain. 

"Get on up here and show me." You didn't need to be told twice. 

"Yes sir!" You were eager as you scrambled onto his built thighs, whimpering out a shaky moan when your wet sex exposed itself due to your position and grazed against the material of his pants. "Oh…" A sound too vile for your personal comfort escaped you as you settled yourself on his lap, the upper half of your body being forced to bend towards him due to his hold on the chain. 

"You like that, my little baby puppy?" Your mouth was agape as you could only nod, your own thighs trembling as you begin to slowly rub yourself against the grainy fabric of Bucky's pants. 

"Love that, sir. Love it so much…" Your hand shakily grasped his metal one that was holding the chain for support, hips increasing their speed with this newfound stability and balance.

"Good puppy… good girl… good fucking girl" Bucky praised as he wrapped his hand around the chain once more, toying with one of your boobs with his other hand. "That's it, babygirl. Just like that… rub that slutty pussy all over my jeans like the desperate little toy that you are."

Fuck, he was too good with his soft, breathy praises as he stared up at you, mouth agape.

Your heavy breaths were restricted next and you could cum right there and then. As the oxygen slowly dissipated from your lungs, your eyes rolled to the back of your head and back arched when he suddenly twisted one of your nipples, eliciting a loud squeak from you. 

When he finally let go of your windpipe and eased his hold on the chain, you whined upon coming to your senses when you realized that he'd lifted you off his lap. 

You needed him so bad. 

He was way too good at fucking you.

Though Bucky quickly shut you up with a wet kiss as he lowered you onto his cock next, remaining his hold on the dog tags all the while. 

Your hands were removed from his bicep and metal arm and bound behind your back with his free hand that wasn't guiding you with your makeshift leash. 

Bucky loved to restrain you; there was just something so hot seeing you tied up completely helpless at his mercy. 

"That's right, fuck yourself on my cock. You look so fucking pretty when you're all dumbed out like a silly little puppy slut up on my cock…" His words had you clenching as you rocked your hips, moaning as loud as you could, shame forgotten and disposed of. 

"P- Please…" You begged, too weak and sensitive to increase your pace but in desperate need to do so. "Please, sir… please… Need you… so bad… please…" Bucky tightened the chain one more time, this time not letting go until your flushed face had turned red, veins bulging out against the skin of your temples. "Th- Thank you, sir…" You whispered out like you'd been taught to do so. You were so close. Your head was about to split with emotion and anticipation of what was coming. "... L- Love you so much…" The man froze for a few moments. 

He had not taught you that yet.

As oxygen was allowed back in to your brain, you almost halted when you realized that Bucky was quietly staring up at you now and had let go of both the chain as well as your hands. 

Your brows furrowed, since you hadn't even realized what you had just confessed. "W- What's–" 

But the man beat you to it. 

Before you could ponder over it and possibly change your mind.

Bucky had tackled you onto your back.

The movement caused his thick cock to bang all the way inside your cavern, causing stars to appear in your vision. 

"I love you more, puppy." Trapping both your hands above your head like he had done you -mind and body-, he resumed his hold on the dog tags and began pounding into you like an actual animal. 

You best believe he did not stop for the rest of the night. 

So what if you passed out a couple times?

You loved him, so he was sure you didn't mind. 

[nana-au]

Best Friend Activities

Eren + Armin + You - MDNI

₊˚ପ⊹ Summary: Armin is a virgin and Eren enlists you to help out his best friend. Why is he watching? To make sure he’s doing a good job, of course.

(Dom!Eren, Virgin!Armin, Sub!Reader)

₊˚ପ⊹ an: Eren brings out something feral within me. I'm so sorry. Not proofread!!!

₊˚ପ⊹ wc: 3.2k

₊˚ପ⊹ Warnings: mmf pairing, threesome, slight manipulation, breeding/pregnancy kink, mentions of public sex, f receiving! oral, p in v (no protection <3)

𓂃⊹ ִֶָ

Eren Jaeger was so skilled when it came to getting you all wrapped up in his dangerous plans. There was one time he convinced you to skip class to see a movie. Or another time when you two snuck into a bar before your 21st birthday. It made you blush, but you often thought about the time he fingered you in your college’s library a week before finals. His mouth open and hot against yours as you tried to breathe through the pleasure. His fingers sliding in and out, creating the lewdest noise as he shamed your wet pussy for being so loud - Every day with him was eventful to say the least. It shouldn’t have shocked you when Eren tracked you down on your way to class one day with the news of his next venture. He was a good boyfriend, allowing you time to think about it during your geology lecture.

Armin Arlert - Eren’s childhood best friend. Your face felt hot as the professor droned about naturally occurring crystal formations, you weren’t entirely convinced it was English he was speaking - you were that out of it. Armin. Armin. Armin. Your brain chanted. You were used to Eren’s ideas of a good time but this? This was new. 

“I can’t let my best friend graduate college as a virgin! You understand right?” He had that smooth yet exasperated tone while explaining the dilemma. “You’re like nothing I’ve ever had,” he gave you his puppy dog eyes, “You’re the only one I trust to help my best friend with this,” He made it sound so nonchalant, like everyone fucks their boyfriend’s best friend. He noticed your hesitance as you breached the doors of your school’s science department, stopping you before your classroom door. “I’ve never led you down the wrong path, have I?” 

You bit your lip, his final words echoing in your mind. He was always so selfless, putting himself before others. He was offering up his girlfriend to make sure his friend’s first time was a positive experience. How could you be the one to cut his streak of charitability short? 

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Throughout the day you felt more and more positive about what was going to happen - that was until you were in Eren’s bedroom with Armin at the edge of his bed. The blonde was fidgeting with his hands, you could tell he was just as unsure as you were. 

“Are you sure you’re okay with this, Eren?” He asked him, giving him the option to back out. He would be lying if he wasn’t interested in you - hell, the whole school was. It seemed to be a weekly occurrence where Eren had to protect you from another man’s attention - it was nerve-wracking how Eren was so nonchalant about sharing you with him now. 

“I’m Positive, ‘Min,” his smile was soft and sincere. Armin couldn’t hide the shiver that wracked across his spine. “You don’t mind, right Armin?” he shook his head fervently to Eren, biting down on his bottom lip as he searched for the right words. “I just recalled our talk way back when,” Eren was leaning back against his dresser, arms crossed and demeanor overtaken by cockiness as he continued, “When we first met her?” he spoke like you weren’t there. You were still by the door, rubbing your arms to soothe yourself from your nerves. Your eyebrows quirked at his mention of you, looking at Armin whose face grew even redder. “Do you remember, ‘Min?”

“Y-Yeah,” his voice quivers and his eyes won't move from a spot on the ground. 

“What talk?” you speak up. Eren finally turns to you, his teeth peaking out of his smirk.

“Armin, do you want to tell her?” The blonde is speechless, you can see a light sheen of sweat on his features as he looks up to Eren. He shakes his head again, you can almost feel the anxiety that radiates off of him. “It’s okay, she’s here isn’t she? She won’t laugh. Right? You won’t laugh?” he addresses you and you’re forced to agree to soothe Armin. “Go on ‘Min,” he assures him. You move towards him, feeling on edge seeing someone you knew so well be so nervous. He won’t meet your eyes so you chose to sit next to him, putting your hand on his back.

“It’s okay,” you promise him. Silence follows your words and after a couple of minutes Eren decides to put an end to his misery. 

“’s really no big deal, he just wanted to fuck you,” you can feel Armin’s body jump from the vulgar choice of words. He wouldn’t have put it so harshly. Before you and Eren were official, Armin had said he wouldn’t mind getting to know you better. He may have also mentioned you were the first girl he ever really felt sexual feelings for. But, again, that was before you and Eren. In this moment, with Eren teasing him and you trying to comfort him, jumping out of the window didn’t sound like a terrible idea. 

“I-I mentioned that you were really pretty,” he was trying so desperately to recover but the taller boy would never allow it.

“It’s okay Armin- she doesn’t mind. Seriously,” You nodded along to Eren’s words, starting to feel a little flushed yourself. “You want to fuck him now, right?” you now were on the hot seat, enduring his questioning. 

“I agreed to help with his p-problem,” you were even beginning to stutter too. God what was Eren going to do with the two of you? He hovered over your figures on the edge of his bed, watching his best friend and girlfriend squirm at his words. 

“Then don’t let me stop you,” You couldn’t move at first, unsure as to what you should even do. He chuckled and reached his hand up your skirt. “Do you need some help getting ready?” his finger looped into your panties and pulled them down to your thighs. You could feel his slender digit nudge your entrance. You hissed at what he found. “Armin, she’s already wet for you,” he laughs incredulously. The blonde finally finds it in himself to move, shifting his body to get a better look. Eren grabs the top of your skirt, pulling it up to your stomach so you were on full display to his friend. He looked shocked. Maybe excited? You were too busy trying not to close your legs at the intrusion to get a good read. “Go ahead, feel,” Eren invites him. He’s hesitant at first, meeting your eyes to make sure it was ok with you. You meekly nod before feeling his cold finger against you. He looks surprised, feeling your slickness on his finger. He nudges the tip of his index against your entrance, probing the velvety skin. “Put it inside,” Eren encourages and you don’t even wait for Armin to check if it’s ok before you are nodding enthusiastically. His soft digit glides into your pussy and he watches, mesmerized by the image in front of him. He can feel the ridges of your walls against his finger and he definitely feels you squeeze around him. 

“Fuck,” he murmurs. He pulls it all the way out, watching the way your arousal trails to his finger. Your eyes are wide as you watch him fall in love with your pussy, and Eren pets your head muttering to himself. You’re such a good girl, letting him explore you. He knew you would be perfect for the job. 

“Do you see her clit?” he asks his friend. “Girls really like it when you play with that,” he advises him. Armin moves his finger up to your clit and your body jolts at sudden harsh feeling. “Rub it gently. In circles.” and Armin obeys. You feel your pussy clench around nothing, incredibly aroused by Armin’s intense interest in your intimate areas. His face was not unsimilar to how it looks when he studies; His brows furrowed in concentration and his jaw was slightly clenched. He wasn’t meeting your gaze, too transfixed on what was happening below. You let out a small mewl, his finger barely ghosting on your clit making it hard to think. 

“What should I do next?” Armin asks Eren.

“What do you want to do next?”

“I want to eat her pussy,”

 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ

You were now at the top of the bed with your head underneath a pillow and your pussy enduring Eren’s lesson. He taught him how to swirl his tongue on your clit, how to delve the muscle into your entrance, and that you loved being teased with kitten licks. It felt almost professional the way they talked about your pussy - like you weren’t there. Like it wasn’t attached to you and you weren’t actively moaning at each flick of Armin’s tongue. Eren held down your thighs to keep you from squishing Armin’s head between them, still guiding him on what to do. “Use your finger on her clit again,” he instructed and your legs shivered. His tongue was keeping a steady rhythm in and out of you while his thumb reached up to rub delicious circles on your bundle of nerves. Eren looked proud watching him make you fall apart. “Keep going Armin, she’s gonna cum.” He picked the pace up, and consequently your hips started to rise off the bed. Armin’s face had your pleasure smeared across it as you bucked and pushed your pussy further against his mouth. You were losing control, begging Armin to go faster. “You want Armin to make you cum?” Eren asks you and you cry out a yes. “Armin is making you feel good baby?” and again you are saying yes. 

“Yes, yesss. Mmm. I’m gon’ cum,'' you announce and Eren watches as you fall apart with his friend’s face attached to your pussy. When you come down and after a few more gentle licks, Armin’s head pops out from between your legs and he looks dazed. His lower face glistens with your fluid and his mouth heaves trying to take in much needed breaths. He barely gives himself time to process before he’s already wanting to be inside of you.

“Is that ok, Eren?” he asks, even though he’s not sure what he would do if the answer was no. Eren nods, but adjusts your position to be on top of him. He has you propped against his chest as he sits up against the headboard. The dizziness of making you cum fades once he realizes what he’s about to do, growing unsure of himself. 

“What’s wrong?” Eren inquires and Armin can’t hold back a blush. Scratching the back of his head, he stares down at the two of you. “Look at her Armin, she wants you too,” and he’s right. You are squirming on top of Eren, your body anticipating what was about to come. Eren makes a show of grabbing your tits still under your shirt. He tweaks at the nipple, keeping his gaze on his friend.   

“You won’t be mad?” It was a silly question to ask after he ate you out like a starving man, but he couldn’t help it. Eren didn’t want to admit his reasons were entirely selfish. He loved spilling his seed inside of you, promising one day to give you his kids. He loved watching you squirm as he edged you for hours, reducing you to tears and snot as you begged for release. He especially loved seeing you reach your peak in public, the idea of being caught incredibly arousing to him. He loved how you would do anything he asked of you; He was absolutely going to love you taking his best friend so good for him. All he could do was shake his head ‘No’ for now. 

Armin undoes his belt, hands shaking as he pulls his pants down - his briefs joining after a moment of silent contemplation. His cock slaps against his stomach, the tip angry with fat drops of precum spilling out of it. It’s fairly long, but not as thick as Eren’s. He crawls on the bed to join you two. His breath is shaky, looking down at you, and he can't help but squeeze the base of his length before gliding his hand up and down. Eren’s own hand reaches down to your pussy, playing with your entrance again. 

“I’ll warm her up for it,” he tells Armin, sliding his middle and ring finger inside of you. You whine at the intrusion and he curls them inside you. He wastes no time hitting the spot that makes you throw your head back. “Kiss her, ‘Min,” he orders him. Your pink lips are wet with your spit and your eyes are half-open, lost in the feeling of Eren’s fingers. You ask Armin to kiss you when he doesn’t move at first. When his lips hit yours, Eren picks up the speed. You’re moaning - struggling to keep your lips pursed. The kiss is wet and sloppy and Armin is stroking himself a little faster listening to the squelch of your pussy. “I think she’s ready,” and Armin doesn’t allow himself another moment to reconsider. 

He pulls away from the kiss, lining himself up to you, and pushing himself in. He doesn’t acknowledge that you might need a moment to adjust, he just buries himself all the way in, his voice straining, “Oh shit”. You let out a sharp moan, feeling him bully his way into your tight cunt. Once he’s in he can’t help himself from moving. You can also feel Eren rocking against your backside, matching the rhythm of his best friend’s cock going in and out of your sopping pussy. His pupils are blown out, enamored by the scene in front of him. He pulls your legs back to try and get a better look, causing Armin to go deeper than before. The both of you moan simultaneously at the new angle, your gummy walls massaging his dick perfectly, the head reaching the spot that makes you see stars. You’re completely out of it, drool seeping onto Eren’s shirt as your head rested against his chest. Eren doesn’t even notice - too entranced. Armin’s perfect cock pulls out of you, glistening with your slick, before pounding itself right back in. “It feels t-too good. I can’t last much l-longer..” his moans are high pitched - he completely lost himself in the feeling of your pussy taking him so perfectly. “F-fuck. You’re too perfect,” he hisses, choking out sobs. He’s so overstimulated by how tight you’re squeezing him, how everytime he pulls out your pussy desperately clings to his cock. And the noise - he will never forget the noise. You are so wet - your arousal now leaking down your thighs and smearing itself all over his balls. 

“Cum in her, I don’t mind,” Eren promises. Armin picks up speed and he’s completely lost now. His moans are more like pathetic whines. He’s praising your pussy, thanking his best friend for allowing him to cum inside of you. Allowing you to milk his cock so perfectly. He rocks into you a few more times before he reaches impossibly deep, spilling his load. Eren wonders if it's dangerous for his cock to be this hard. You’re clawing at Eren’s thighs and Armin is crying out. He continues to cum, his dick twitching as his semen sprays your walls. He was babbling out a prayer as he came, thanking every deity he could think of that could have possibly made your pussy so perfect. Once Armin finally pulls off of you, his chest heaves, watching some of his fluid spill out of your perfect center. Eren’s fingers reach down to plug you up and Armin could have passed out at the filthiness of it all. “I gotta make sure it all stays in,” he tells Armin. He’s pulling down his sweatpants with his other hand, careful not to move the one keeping Armin’s cum buried in your hole. He shifts underneath you, making it so you’re laying now. “I think my dick would work better keeping it in,” he comments, mainly to himself. You’re squirming on top of him, excited for his thick cock to replace his fingers. He barges in as roughly as Armin - desperate to feel you squeeze his whole length. He makes quick work - fucking Armin’s children back up inside of you. “You think she can hold both of our loads, ‘Min?” Armin’s mouth is almost on the floor listening to his best friend’s dirty talk. “Fuck-” Eren can’t help but curse out. From his friend’s perspective he could see a mixture of fluids build at the base of Eren’s cock, creating a ring around it. The squelching sounds were overwhelming - along with your constant breathy moans. You were completely drunk off of their cocks. They were in awe with how well you took them - how good the attention of your pussy felt. Armin felt himself growing semi-hard, almost jealous Eren was feeling the heaven he just felt. You were truly an angel. “C’mere and rub her clit,” Eren spat out another order that Armin would be too stupid not to follow. He sat at the side of you two, his fingers reaching your nub. 

You choked out a sob, “‘Min, you’re s-so good at that,” and he truly was. His fingers were soft and fast and he knew just the right speed to get your pussy clenching on Eren’s cock. 

“G-god beautiful. You like him playing with your pretty pussy? Fuck! Squeezing me so tight. ‘M gonna cum inside you. Give you a baby, would ‘ya like that? Gonna breed you so good. All with Armin’s help, huh?” You're lost in his words, his cock - Armin’s delicate fingers. You come loud - you begin crying and reaching for Armin’s hand. He smacks it away, continuing his assault on your clit as Eren pounds into you. One arm is holding you down against him, the other spreading your left thigh open to make you take him well. He’s praising you, “Fuck- this tight pussy baby… ‘feels so good. Want me to come? Want me to mix our loads? Won’t know whose baby it is” His hair is flat against his forehead, almost completely covering his eyes. He can still see though, he’s watching his best friend relentlessly rub your clit and holding your hands so you can’t stop him. He’s overstimulated by the sight and his dick is twitching while rope after rope of cum shoots out of him and into your perfect pussy. 

 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ

The two boys take their time cleaning you up - not before they spend even longer watching their mixture spill out of you. They both take their turns shoving it back inside of you before watching it dribble out of you again. Armin can’t help himself from teasing your clit a few more times while Eren’s finger plays with the juices falling out of you. He teaches Armin a thing or two about the importance of aftercare, and the two of them clean you up in the bath.

Whilst watching Armin soap up your body Eren heavily considers making this a weekly occurrence. 

[floralcyanide]

𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐫 - 𝐣𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐞

jonathan crane x f!reader

“I broke apart my insides, I’ve got no soul to sell. The only thing that works for me, help me get away from myself.” “I wanna fuck you like an animal, I wanna feel you from the inside." "You can have my absence of faith, you can have my everything.”

warnings: smut, rough sex, choking, first time, penetrative sex, p in v sex, unprotected sex, spitting, spitballing, cum eating, fingering, oral (f and m receiving), face fucking/ deepthroating, nipple play, orgasm denial, porn with some plot, pwp, wow there's a lot here lol

word count: 2316

authors note: if Dr. Jonathan Crane has a million fans, then I'm one of them. if Dr. Jonathan Crane has one fan, then I'm THAT ONE. if Dr. Jonathan Crane has no fans, that means I'm dead. anyway, I love this man and his character so much, so I had to be feral about him. he's so pretty, and for what??? also Closer by NIN is soooo Jonathan-coded. I don't make the rules. (not beta read, we die like men here)

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ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴏᴘʏ, ʀᴇᴘʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴇ, ᴏʀ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜʀs ᴏɴ ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ, ᴀᴏ3, ᴡᴀᴛᴛᴘᴀᴅ, ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏ ᴡᴇʙsɪᴛᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴘᴇʀᴍɪssɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴜsᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋs ɪɴ ᴀɪ ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀᴛᴏʀs ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀʀᴛɪғɪᴄɪᴀʟ ɪɴᴛᴇʟʟɪɢᴇɴᴄᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀʏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴜsᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋs ᴛᴏ sᴇʟʟ ғᴏʀ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛɪᴏɴ

Six months have passed, and you’ve yet to have any form of sex with your boyfriend, Dr. Jonathan Crane. You get that he’s busy most of the time and doesn’t really hold sex to a high standard like most men do. But god, you wanted him to have your way with you already. Jonathan looks like he was hand sculpted by the gods themselves with his piercing blue eyes, strong jawline, and perfect lips. You’d do anything to have his stunning face between your legs. And you seriously mean anything at this point. Both of you trust each other with your lives. Jonathan has taken a while to open up to you, and the last thing he’s yet to show you about himself is his sexuality. 

For the last week, every time you so much as kiss Jonathan, you get irrevocably turned on. Sometimes he’ll give into you and let his tongue explore your mouth, but then he’ll pull away with a satisfied smirk. It’s almost as if he teases you on purpose. But then again, you doubt Jonathan would do it for this long, purposely depriving you of physical affection. But the things he does, don’t surprise you anymore. He could very well be torturing you without you realizing it. 

Everything changes when you stay at Jonathan’s apartment one night. You take a shower and put on your favorite pair of matching lace underwear and a shirt you stole from Jonathan’s dresser the first time you came over. You have no makeup on, you’ve just finished brushing your teeth for bed, and you haven’t put on any pants as of yet. The hem of the shirt is tucked into your underwear unbeknownst to you. So, when Jonathan walks into his bedroom, he sees you standing in the doorway of the en-suite bathroom with his old white t-shirt inside your bright red underwear. You barely notice his eyes turn three shades darker as you go to rinse your mouth.

Jonathan comes up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist as you’re ducked into the sink, spitting out the remainder of your toothpaste. He presses himself against your ass when it sticks out as you bend over. You don’t pay much attention to Jonathan and him being close to you. He was surprisingly clingy. But when you stand up straight and look at him behind you in the mirror’s reflection, you notice his features are much darker than usual.

“Are you-“ You begin to ask if Jonathan is okay, but before you can finish your sentence, his mouth attaches itself to your neck.

With his hands splayed across your stomach underneath your- his shirt, he pulls your hair away from your shoulder. Jonathan then makes eye contact with you in the mirror as his hands travel up your abdomen to your breasts. He gives them a harsh squeeze as he bites down into the skin between your neck and shoulder. You hiss at the feeling of Jonathan being so close to you, touching you like this. You wonder what’s gotten into him but push that thought aside when his fingertips delve past the lace covering your nipples. You gasp as Jonathan circles one with his index finger, licking up your neck and jaw slowly until he reaches the side of your face.

“You look irresistible,” Jonathan breathes into your ear, nibbling at the lobe.

“And what are you gonna do about it?” you ask, biting your lip in anticipation.

Jonathan picks up and throws you over his shoulder, carrying you over to his bed, where he all but gently throws you onto it. Before you can react, Jonathan is on top of you, ripping your underwear clean off your legs. 

“Let me take care of you, darling,” Jonathan coos, pushing the shirt up and over your head before unclasping your bra next.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this,” you sigh, tugging at his white button-up that he’s yet to change out of.

“I think I have an idea of how long. Show me how bad you want it,” Jonathan says, moving his hands off of you completely.

The urge to rip the man in front of you apart bubbles up in your lower stomach, and you sit on your knees in front of Jonathan. You rip his shirt open, buttons flying everywhere in the room. You leave open-mouthed kisses on his chest as he slides his fingers through your hair, gripping it harshly as he pulls your head back so you can look at him. You stare at him unwaveringly; your eyes half-lidded with growing lust. After studying the smirk on your face, Jonathan lets go of you, and you immediately go for the button and zipper of his trousers. Unbuckling his belt, you yank it out of the belt loops and toss it on the floor. You pull his pants down his hips far enough for you to get where you want. Pulling Jonathan’s cock out, you marvel at it momentarily before taking his head into your warm mouth. There was no way you’d be able to take all of him without gagging, but you’re going to try anyway. You’ve waited too long for this.

“Fuck,” Jonathan keens as you swivel your tongue around him, gathering his precum.

He realizes he’s definitely waited too long for this.

But he has been nervous about being vulnerable around you. He actually cares about you, believe it or not. And doesn’t want to hurt you- not severely, anyway. Only as much as you’ll let him. 

Before Jonathan can tell you to hurry up and take his cock, you slam your nose into his pelvis, letting his tip hit the back of your throat. He lets out the dirtiest moan you’ve ever heard, sending heat straight to your bare core. You’re impossibly wet, rubbing your thighs together as you bob your head along Jonathan’s length with fervor. You let him thrust into your mouth as you helplessly gag around him, spit dribbling down your chin as tears fall from your eyes. Jonathan face fucks you, and you simply take it, enjoying every second of his perfect cock in your mouth. Your fingernails dig into his hips, causing him to bite his lip as he looks down at you. You peek up at him through your eyelashes, pulling him out of your mouth and flicking your tongue on his head. Suddenly, your face is ripped away from his body.

“Lay back on the bed like a good girl for me,” Jonathan growls, your hair in a vice grip in his hand once again.

You quickly crawl to the pillows, lying down as Jonathan discards the rest of his clothing, completely naked and revealed to you at last. You scan his body, freckles dotting the places his clothing hides. They’re not just dusted along his cheeks but his shoulders too. His back is also covered in constellation-like freckles. Jonathan tries not to notice you studying him, but he can’t help but drink in your appearance too. How your waist and hips make the perfect shape, how your breasts are perked up from your arousal, and how your skin looks in the room's lighting. Jonathan looks perfect to you, and you look flawless to him. 

“Beautiful,” Jonathan sighs, kissing your ankle and up your calf until he meets your thigh.

Your breath hitches as his face lingers at your pussy, right where you need him, but then he goes to your other thigh and sucks a mark into your skin there. You throw your legs over his shoulders, and he tilts his head to the side, looking at you with that sassy yet emotionless look of his. 

“Impatient, are we?” Jonathan asks, hovering his lips right over you as his breath hits the sensitive, wet skin.

“Very,” you drawl, glaring at him playfully, “I’ve waited six months for you to eat me out, you know.”

“I’m aware,” Jonathan says, his eyes carefully taking in your anatomy, “I want to make it well worth it, dear.”

You reach down and rake your fingers through his hair, pushing his head closer to you. Jonathan wordlessly attacks your folds, licking intense stripes up and down your slit. He’ll circle your clit with the tip of his tongue before flicking it back and forth on the bundle of nerves, causing you to entangle your fingers deeper into his hair. Jonathan then takes both hands and spreads you open, flattening his tongue and shaking his head vigorously as he laps at you like a thirsting man. 

“Oh fuck,” you moan, thrusting into his face.

Jonathan sneaks a finger into your entrance, curling it against the spongy spot he finds inside you. He strokes it teasingly to the same rhythm of his tongue against your clit. You clamp your thighs against the sides of Jonathan’s head, essentially trapping him. He slips another finger into you, slamming them in and out of you as the sound of your arousal bounces off the walls.

“That feel good, baby?” Jonathan hums, his mouth pulling away from you despite your thighs, his darkened blue eyes boring into yours.

“Mhmm,” you nod, rocking your hips onto his fingers as he adds a third, stretching you out.

“That’s right, fuck yourself on my fingers,” Jonathan gasps, thrusting them faster and harder into you as his thumb finds your bundle of nerves, pressing into it.

You’re so close that you can already feel the knot in your stomach about to come undone. Your hand finds Jonathan’s cheek, caressing it as his eyes meet yours again. You arch your back close to your peak. But then, Jonathan pulls his fingers from you, tucking them into his mouth as you glare at him. He just chuckles darkly at you before grabbing you by the throat.

“Open your mouth,” he demands.

You obey, Jonathan’s grip on your neck dizzying you. He gathers your slick and his spit in his mouth before spitting it into yours, forcing your mouth closed.

“Now swallow like a good girl,” Jonathan says, holding his hand around your throat once more.

You taste yourself on your tongue, swallowing the spit as you were told. 

Jonathan’s hand travels to your face as his thumb pulls your mouth open so he can thoroughly inspect it, “Perfect.”

He sits up, spreading your legs further open so he can line himself up with your begging entrance. Gathering some of the wetness there, Jonathan pushes himself into you slowly. Your hand flies to his shoulder blades, your nails digging into his pale skin. Finally, Jonathan fills you up completely, his hips flush against yours. You throw your head back at the feeling of fullness, the sting of the stretch turning into pleasure. 

“God, Jonathan,” you move your hips a little, “You feel amazing.”

“You’re so tight it’s almost ridiculous,” Jonathan dryly jokes, his hands finding purchase on your hips as he pulls all the way out, then slams back into you.

“Fuck,” you seethe, and one of Jonathan’s hands find their way back to your throat.

He repeats his motion, pulling his hips back then snapping them forward again, gaining a steady pace. You’re a moaning mess as he quickens his rhythm. Jonathan’s face is leant down to your ear as he grunts into it. The headboard begins to slam into the wall behind you, but neither of you care about the dent it’ll probably leave in the drywall. 

“Jonathan,” you drawl out in a high pitched cry, his cock hitting your cervix just right.

“I shouldn’t have waited so long to destroy you like this,” Jonathan says in between his groans, “I love seeing you fall apart underneath me.”

Your eyes screw shut, rolling into the back of your head as he fucks you hard and fast, sure enough to leave you sore tomorrow. The sound and smell of sex fills the room as sweat beads on your forehead. You’re moving your hips at the same time as Jonathan, matching his quick and harsh thrusts. He’s hitting every spot within you just right, the shaft of his cock rubbing your clit perfectly every time he pushes it into you. You start seeing stars behind your eyes from the pressure his fingers are putting on your throat and the building orgasm in your stomach. 

“God, I wanna cum,” you scream, “Please make me cum,” you’re nearly begging incoherently now.

“Fuck, that’s right, beg me. Show me how long you’ve wanted me to fuck your witty little brains out,” Jonathan says behind gritted teeth, his own orgasm peeking over the horizon.

You start babbling and repeating, “Please,” like a mantra until Jonathan hits a spot within you that causes the stars behind your eyes to explode with white light. You feel yourself gush around him as his thrusts become sloppy, your clenching sending him over the edge. Jonathan spills into you as you both ride out your orgasms, whispering each other’s names weakly.

Jonathan runs a hand over his hair, sitting back as he catches his breath and pulls himself out of you. Your chest heaves as you feel the mixture of your cum and Jonathan’s cum seep from you. 

“That was amazing,” you sigh, melting into the mattress.

Jonathan lays down next to you, pulling you into his chest, “We can clean up later. For now, just rest a moment.”

After a brief moment of silence, you finally ask the begging question.

“Why did you wait so long?”

“I was nervous,” Jonathan confesses, “I haven’t let anyone in, in a long time. And I’ve finally let you in enough for you to experience this part of me.”

“I see,” you say, curling your arms around his that are crossed over your breasts.

“Was the wait worth it?” Jonathan asks, burying his face into your neck.

“I think one more round will make it even.”

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[sempersirens]

raising hell all over town

pairing: best friend's dad!joel x f!reader

summary: you've been a friend of sarah's since you were old enough to steal bottles of her dad's whiskey for parties. sarah was always the sensible one in your friendship, getting you out of the trouble you usually started. but now sarah has gone off to college, who else but joel could pick up the pieces?

content/warnings: 18+ mdni. alcohol. drugs. age gap. violence/fighting. smut: unprotected p in v, spanking

a/n: inspired by this gif set, and the wonderful @amanitacowboy & @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin for introducing me to that yellowstone scene kind of nervous about this, my first proper smutty fic - i find smut really difficult to write for some reason (weird because i'm feral horny 24/7) so this was kinda out of my comfort zone but i hope you all enjoy! PSA: i no longer have a taglist! feel free to follow my updates blog @sempersirenswrites and turn the post notifs on to be notified when i post a new fic :)

Friday nights in Austin felt incomplete without Sarah by your side.

For years, she had been the epitome of your partner in crime; dragging you back to her place or putting you in a cab before the cops were called.

Had it not been for your fierce loyalty and protectiveness over Sarah, you're sure her dad would've barred you from the house years ago. Sarah was smarter than you in almost every way. Academically, emotionally, you name it.

Joel knew this, and he trusted the two of you together knowing you both balanced the other out. Watching the two of you reminded Joel of a younger version of himself and Tommy, always thankful that Sarah had followed in his footsteps as opposed to her uncle's.

Your relationship with your parents was rocky, to say the least, and the Miller's house had always been a safe haven for you. Joel had patched up your split lip or bloody nose more times than he wanted to admit for a girl your age. He swore he'd kill your old man one day for the states you'd turned up to their house in.

Still, he couldn't help but feel the urge to grab you by the shoulders and shake some sense into you from time to time. As much as his heart broke for you, it was also in your nature to be a damn brat. Joel had endured countless stifling days spent by the pool forcing himself to not let his eyes linger on the curves of your hips. He struggled to look you in the eye when he saw you sat on the kitchen counter waiting to leave for a party, your mini skirt riding dangerously high on your thighs.

There had been times when he had been reckless. Times that he'd had to pull himself away from your invisible grip on him and relieve his tension in the bathroom, fisting his cock onto the shower floor, biting down on the shape of your name on his tongue.

When he'd re-emerge into the living room, he knew that you knew. You'd look through your eyelashes at him and smile. His cheeks flushed, shame setting in at the speed at which he'd cum from the thought of your pussy clenching around his shaft.

He would never let it show, but something would rush through his body when he'd ask Sarah what the hell she do this time? He remembered one time in particular, as Sarah relayed the events of the night that had led to your bloody nose, he'd looked over at you perching on the counter. With blood leaking down your cupid's bow, you'd locked eyes with him and ran your tongue across your lip, revelling in the remnants of your victory.

Still, you had fine enough nights out with the girls from work. They just didn't get you the way Sarah did. They would shoot you judgemental glances from across the bar that lasted until the Monday back at work for whatever you had done this time that they disapproved of.

"They're just dull. You should see the way they look at me for literally just hooking up with guys." You had lamented to Sarah over the phone while you were both getting ready for your respective nights out on separate sides of the country.

"It's probably because they've seen you get through an entire friendship group before your second drink."

"Well, they should be taking notes. Tell me nobody at college is as fun as me." Jealousy tore through your chest at the thought of Sarah spending her time with new friends.

"Nobody here is as fun as you. They're very... reserved." You scoffed at her politeness.

"Babe, just say they're boring."

"I'm giving them a chance. Anyway, gotta go. Text me tomorrow and tell me the damage. Love ya!"

"Don't have too much fun without me. Love you too."

Despite their judging looks, you were always the first person they called upon to finish any mess they had gotten themselves into. Still, you were happy to oblige, even if it meant a few awkward minutes of silence at the coffee machine on Monday.

The group of you had poured out of an Uber into the busy bar around nine o'clock, buzzing with the confidence of your pre-drinks. Rounds of shots were ordered and consumed at a dizzying pace, and soon enough, bags of powder were discreetly distributed across the table.

"Bathroom?" Hannah, one of your closest and least judgmental co-workers nudged you.

"Thought you'd never ask." The two of you sauntered away from the table, hand-in-hand, quickly bundling into a tight cubicle.

The bathroom filled up as the two of you tried to be as silent as possible, scooping your pinky nails into the small bag.

"Hurry the fuck up!" Someone from outside the cubicle called, thudding her fists against the door.

"Get fucked." You called back, muttering this bitch under your breath to Hannah.

As the two of you packed your things back into your handbags, the cubicle door jolted half open, smacking Hannah in the shoulder.

"Are you fucking serious?" You shouted at the small brunette on the other side of the door, checking Hannah over for injury.

"You hit me, you bitch." She straightened herself up, rubbing her shoulder.

"I'll do worse if you don't fucking move." The brunette hissed in her face.

You screwed your face up and shoved her, making her stumble backwards into the sink. The other girls in the bathroom grabbed their bags and scurried to the exit, evidently not wanting to be caught in the crossfire.

"Apologise." You said, moving toward the girl who was now pulling herself up with the help of the basins on either side of her.

"Fuck you." She spat, saliva hitting your cheek before she lunged forward.

Your fist connected with her nose before she even had time to swing, and your right hand secured a tight grip on the back of her hair.

"I said, apologise to my friend."

"I'm sorry." She choked, pathetically. Her face shrivelled in fear and pain.

"Not so fuckin' big now, are you?" Hannah said, which was ironic, considering the girl who had bruised her was now quivering under your fist.

Content with her apology, you released your grip on her and re-entered the bar with Hannah trailing behind you. As you both rejoined your table, you felt a tap on your shoulder.

"Our friend said you just attacked her in the bathroom." Another petite girl looked up at you, one hand on her hip.

"She hit my friend, here. Was just trying to teach her some manners."

The entirety of your group was now turned to face you, exchanging harsh whispers of your name followed by just leave it.

"You broke her nose!" The girl shrilled. You looked over her shoulder to the girl doubled over, clutching her bloody nose with an ensemble of people crowding around her.

"No, I think it just looks like that."

You grinned at the rage growing behind her eyes, your smile unfaltering even as her fist collided with your cheek.

"Harder." You shouted, rolling your neck from side to side.

"What?!"

"Come on, hit me harder. I know you got it in you." She didn't take much convincing; her next punch knocked you backwards onto the table as everyone rushed to tear the two of you apart.

You stepped forward to finally let her have it when a pair of strong hands pulled you back.

"Get off!" You shouted, kicking against who you assumed to be security throwing you out. You just hoped they weren't calling the cops, too.

"C'mon, doll. You've had enough fun for one night." A familiar Southern drawl cooed, dragging you out into the warm night. "Now, that wasn't very ladylike of you, darlin'."

He let you go from his grip and you turned to face him. To your surprise, you were met with the smirk of the younger Miller brother.

"Tommy." You breathed, "I didn't see you in there."

"Well, lucky I noticed you ain't it." He grinned.

Spending so much time at the Miller's had you well acquainted with Sarah's uncle Tommy. He'd seen you in much worse states than this, and in turn, so had you.

"Didn't need you to swoop in and save me, Tommy."

"Wasn't saving you, sweetheart. Was savin' that poor girl." You both smiled at the tone of pride in his voice.

"You got somewhere to go, trouble? Don't think you should be hangin' round here for too long."

"Can't exactly go home bleeding from my face." You sighed, realising you probably hadn't thought this through. You missed Sarah.

Tommy fished around in his pocket for his phone before raising it to his ear.

"Hey, big brother." Your stomach flipped. "No, no- it's not me. Joel, listen." You could almost hear Joel on the other end of the phone, witnessing it in person more times than you could count. It's not even ten o'clock yet, don't tell me you're locked up already.

"Our favourite little troublemaker needs a place to crash tonight. I'd drive her over but I've already had my fair share of beers. Okay, great. I'll tell her."

Once he'd hung up, Tommy told you that Joel was on his way to come and pick you up. You could feel your heartbeat in your stomach. You'd never been alone with Joel for longer than a couple of hours at most, let alone spending the night at his while Sarah was out of town. Something inside of you twitched in excitement, a warm rush settling deep in your belly.

You told Tommy to go back into the bar, that Joel wouldn't be long and you'd walk down the street to meet him in case those girls came out looking for another round.

As you made your way underneath the streetlights toward the direction of the Miller's house, you pulled your compact from your bag and touched up your make-up, re-curling your lashes and dousing a thick layer of clear lipgloss onto your lips, not bothering to tend to any of the blood trickling down your skin. You spritzed yourself with perfume and ran a brush through your hair, smiling at the thought of Joel seeing you waiting on the curbside for him.

Right on cue, his truck pulled around the corner. You raised your hand and wiggled your fingers, a small smirk spreading across your cheeks.

You were grateful for your earlier decision to wear your knee-high boots with a denim mini-skirt, adding a little extra sway to your hips as you made your way to the passenger side of Joel's truck. You climbed in and turned to face him, flashing him a toothy grin, well aware of the blood staining your teeth.

"You're a damn mess, princess." Something deep inside of you came to life at his words, causing you to visibly clench your exposed thighs together. "S'there I was, thinking to myself how thankful I am for a peaceful night after workin' lates all week. When my phone rings, just as I'd sat down and made myself comfortable."

"Peace is overrated." You replied.

"So, what did you do this time? Steal another cop car? Break into a hotel pool? Make out with someone's husband?"

You played with the hem of your skirt as he spoke, blushing as he listed a few of your past activities he'd either bailed you out of or heard about from Sarah.

"I didn't start this one." You said, a slight whine in your voice. "Someone hit my friend, I was just looking out for her."

"Your friend can't fight her own battles?"

"You never have a problem when it's Sarah I'm throwing punches for."

He scoffed. "Now, you know I've always taught her to never start a fight but always to finish one. You on the other hand, I don't think nobody's taught you anythin' of the sort."

"And are you gonna be the one to do that, Mr Miller?" You mimicked his Texan accent, which was much thicker than yours, and parted your legs in your seat ever so slightly.

"If I didn't know you better, darlin', I'd think you were tryin' to get me in some sort of trouble."

He pulled into the driveway and switched the ignition off before jogging to your side of the truck and holding the door open for you, as well as offering you an outstretched hand.

"Always such a gentleman." You smiled, looking at him through your eyelashes as you stepped out, hand in his.

He exhaled out of his nose, shaking his head softly as he slammed the door shut behind you. His hand moved to the small of your back, guiding you into the house.

"Sarah's bed is all made up, I'm sure you know where her clothes are f'you wanna change into something more... comfortable." His eyes trailed down your figure, your clothes hugging all the right places.

"Do you not like my outfit?" You pouted, holding your hands behind your back and sticking your chest out, swaying from side to side.

"Course not, y'look real pretty. Just thought you'd wanna watch TV before going to sleep is all." Joel brought a hand to the back of his head, rubbing his neck nervously as his eyes shifted to the floor.

For such a handsome man, he was so damn insecure. Maybe it was the gentleman in him, thinking that it was wrong for someone his age to want someone the same age as his daughter. He knew you didn't think like that, Sarah had told him multiple stories about the older men you'd hooked with at the bar.

He'd even caught you making out with a kid from your school's dad a few years ago when he'd come to pick you and Sarah up from a party. Joel had seemingly known the man, and you remembered how he'd stalked out of his truck and toward you both, grabbing him by the scruff of the neck and warning him that his wife wasn't going to like hearing about this.

So, you kicked off your boots and took yourself upstairs into Sarah's bedroom. Not bothering to close the blinds, you peeled your clothes off and looked at yourself in the full length mirror.

The warmth of your earlier drinks still coated your inhibitions. You knew you looked good in your black lace set, breasts sat perkily on your chest and your ass cheeks the perfect handfuls.

Fuck it. If he wasn't going to be ballsy enough to make the first move, maybe you should.

You kissed the tips of your fingers and pressed them against a framed photo of you and Sarah giggling at whatever was going on behind the camera.

"Sorry, Sarah." You whispered, before making your way down the stairs.

Joel heard you coming but was too preoccupied fighting with the TV remote control to turn around and face you just yet.

"If I can get this damn thing to work I think they're showin' Scarface at ten, I know you said you ain't seen it so thought we could watch it."

"Sounds good," you spoke, your voice more honeyed than usual. "Hey, Joel. Do you think this will be comfy enough?"

He whipped his head around quickly, ready to give you the same kind of answer he did whenever Sarah asked for his opinion in a changing room. It took a second for him to register what he was looking at, but when it clicked he dropped the remote to the floor and turned his whole body to face you.

"What the hell," his face turned bright red, unsure what to do with his hands. You could give him a few ideas.

"You not like it?" You asked, voice low as you walked slowly in his direction.

His trousers began to tighten around his hardening cock and you smiled, glad that you were indeed on the same page.

"Course I- I, what the hell are you playin' at?"

"Come on, Joel. I gotta make up for interrupting your peaceful night somehow."

You closed the gap between you both and placed a hand delicately on his chest, tracing circles with the tip of your long, manicured nails.

Joel swallowed hard.

"This ain't right." He said weakly, his eyes betraying his words as they devoured the sight of your body before him.

"Cut the shit, Joel. I know you want me, and I want you."

He didn't answer, but instead threw you over his shoulder and carried you up to his bedroom, placing a couple of firm smacks on your ass as you wriggle against his strong grip. Your stomach did backflips, exhilarated at the prospect of what was about to happen.

Upon entering his room, he threw you roughly onto the bed and worked at undoing his belt as you scrambled onto your back, resting on your elbows.

"Y'know what I really thought when Tommy called, tellin' me I needed to come pick you up?" He said, although it didn't sound much like a question. "I thought, this dumb slut needs some sense fucking into her."

You moaned at his words, basking in the side of him that you knew always existed.

“Thought t’myself, she needs teachin’ some fuckin' manners f’once.”

Joel stalked around the side of the bed and sat and patted his lap. Wordlessly, you shifted your weight next to him and dangled your legs over the side of the bed.

He brought his right hand in between your thighs, making you shiver at the feeling of his coarse fingers grazing your skin. He ran his fingers up and down the length of your thigh, each time stopping short of the hem of your skirt.

"This is what you want, ain't it sweetheart?" He spoke lowly, voice gravelly and as rough as his touch. Each night spent tangled and alone in your sheets, fingers grazing your soaked folds with his name on your lips felt redundant. Nothing could come close to the feel of his skin on yours.

Pulling you from your trance, he slapped your inner thigh hard when you didn't respond. "Need t'hear you say it."

"Yes,' you moan through gritted teeth, surprised you can even find your voice. "This is what I need."

Sick of his incessant teasing, you clamber onto his lap and hook your fingers around the back of his neck.

"But I think you need this just as much, Mr Miller. You must get so lonely in this house all by yourself. Sarah always tells me how you never have any lady friends hanging around."

You straddle his lap and grip his neck for support, softly grinding yourself on the hardness of his lap. He moves a hand from your waist to roughly seize your chin, tipping your face down to meet his gaze.

"Your old man must've forgot to teach you some manners, little girl." His low voice tore through your body.

Joel hoists your skirt up to your waist and flips you underneath him in one swift motion. His body looms over yours, fingers trailing a rough and jagged line down to where you need him most. He moved at an antagonising slow pace, but you can't bring yourself to give into his little game by begging for more.

"Here's what we're gonna do, darlin'. You're gonna be a good girl f'me and tell daddy exactly what happened tonight." The mouth on him.

The way your body writhed and squirmed at his words didn't go unnoticed. With no warning, he plunged two thick digits inside of you and held them deep in place, his face inches away from yours.

"N'if you stutter, or lie, or say anythin' I don't like for that matter, you'll be over my knee, red-raw," his fingers curl inside of you and you bite back a moan, desperate to not let him have the upper hand.

"No matter how much you cry those pretty little eyes out, I won't quit 'til you've learnt somethin'. Understood?"

You suck a breath in through your nose, a sharp sting reminding you of the open wound still decorating your face.

"Yes, sir."

part 2 coming soon

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[misshoneyimhome]

So I’m thinking thoughts I shouldn’t be this early in the AM any whoooo, Will may be kinky and chill but tbh doesn’t really seem to me to be a boyfriend that would want to share you with someone - a rando threesome when he’s single yeah for sure - but you’re his human so he’d go feral seeing you with another dude YET I feel like maybe with Auston going through a bit of a slump he’s someone Will trusts and could be added to the equation for a boost in team morale ya know? 🫠

Oh, I'm well aware, babe! 😍 So, I've been thinking... and I've got an idea 🙈 I might even just have unlocked a threesome I didn't know I needed! Is it too much? Or not enough? Anyway, I hope you'll enjoy it 😛

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Warnings; 18+ smut; threesome, Boyfriend!Willy x Reader x bestfriend!Auston; fingering; oral sex (f and m recieving), unprotected sex (p in v); i think that's about it

Word count: 3K

Lifting Spirits

William never once imagined finding himself in this situation – here, in his own bed, alongside you and one of his closest friends. The three of you were nearly completely unclothed, and it was clear to everyone what was about to happen.

**

The whole situation began around six months ago when William had started noticing the subtle hints, where there were those shared glances loaded with unspoken desire between you and Auston.

Your connection with Auston had always been special, and it would have been naive to deny the chemistry. However, despite the great rapport and banter, your feelings towards him were purely platonic. He was a fantastic friend, someone funny and wonderful, but you never harboured any romantic feelings for him.

William was your boyfriend, and your love for him was unwavering. And every day, you made sure he felt that love and devotion.

Even though William had previously been quite the charmer with the ladies, everything had changed when he met you. You walked right into his heart, and he never wished for it to be any other way.

You were his everything, and although he had never been one to believe in such fairy tale notions, you had made him believe in the concept of a true soulmate.

Therefore, the playful banter between you and Auston didn't faze him much. He had complete trust in you, knowing deep down to his core that you were his and his alone.

Yet recently, there had been a noticeable shift in dynamics, not necessarily in a romantic manner, but a slight blossoming in the bond between you and William's teammate seemed to be emerging.

And this transformation might have been linked to Auston going through a rough patch. Despite his strong start with three impressive hatties, he hit a slump, affecting both his streak and overall performance. And it took a toll on him.

You had of course tried to support your friend, offering a comforting presence and a listening ear, however, it felt like something more was lacking.

To Auston, you held a unique place – not just a friend, potential girlfriend, or sibling figure, but as someone he could confide in openly without any reservation. Either you’d always have a quick wit or a comforting response ready at hand.

And while he understood that your heart belonged to William, he couldn't deny finding you incredibly attractive. Your radiant smile, captivating eyes, and infectious laughter held a magnetic charm for him. But he would never jeopardize your friendship or put you in a position to choose. It wasn't even a consideration. He knew he'd never be the one chosen, and strangely, he was completely ok with that.

So, during this period when his hockey skills weren't at their peak, Auston found himself turning to you once more. However, this time, he confessed that perhaps he needed more than just a friend to talk to. He longed for a connection similar to what you and William shared.

You had initially suggested to Auston to find a casual hook-up to lift his spirits, but it seemed that solution didn't quite fit the bill.

And after spending a few hours with Auston and unable to uplift his mood, you came home and turned to William to discuss his friend's situation. As teammates, everyone's psychological state could significantly impact others, and it was evident that Auston's struggles were affecting the team.

"I don’t know what to do, Willy," you shared while lounging on the sofa with your boyfriend. "He's really not himself... I might not be a hockey expert, but it looks like he's lost his touch."

William nodded in agreement. Auston's struggle wasn't just during games; it extended to training sessions and work outs, and his usual upbeat mood seemed to be notably absent.

"Hmm, maybe we should find a way to cheer him up," William suggested, a hint of concern in his voice.

"I suggested the same, but he's not keen on meeting anyone, especially not hooking up with strangers," you replied, offering a gentle smile as both of you brainstormed ideas.

But then after a few moments of contemplation, William's thoughts drifted to a suggestion he never thought he'd consider. And he tentatively began, "Well, um... there might be something."

-

He remembered a moment during the off-season when some of the guys had gathered for some quality time and a casual chat on a late summer evening. Mitch had suggested playing a round of truth or dare, a typical scenario among the players.

Then the conversation turned to Auston, who opted for truth. The question posed was nothing extraordinary for such conversations, but it stirred the summer air into a sudden hush. Everyone was curious to hear the answer from the single forwarder.

"If you had to have a threesome with a teammate and their partner, who would it be?"

The query hung in the air, and while it might have been a standard 'guy talk', it brought an unexpected moment of silence among the lads.

"Well, I think I'd go with my man Willy and y/n," Auston had chuckled. It wasn't much of a surprise to anyone. William knew Auston had an interest in you and had shared a few thoughts about you in the early days, before your relationship with William became serious.

-

Back on the sofa, William pondered whether he should bring it up, deciding to do so, partly to see your reaction.

"You know, Aus might not feel up to being with any random girl, but..." He paused briefly, clearing his throat before continuing, "I know he'd want to be with you..."

You glanced at William, a puzzled expression on your face. Did he just suggest that you sleep with Auston?

"Willy... you mean, like... I should sleep with him?" you asked, seeking clarification.

William chuckled slightly. "Well, maybe not just the two of you, I'd be there too."

You weren't entirely sure if he was serious, but there was a sincerity in his tone that made you consider his words. The attraction towards the Scottsdale lad had crossed your mind, but the idea of actually sleeping with him was something you hadn't entertained before.

"Is that something you'd really want?" you asked gently, observing William's expression for any signs of insincerity, yet finding none.

"Sure, I mean, I don't like the idea of sharing you with anyone, but if I had to, it would be Auston. I know there's an attraction between you two, and he's drawn to you – but I also trust him, and you know I trust you with anything..." William explained, a hint of a smile on his lips, his eyes conveying honesty.

Your lips curved into a smile as you searched his eyes for any hint of falsehood, yet again finding none.

You genuinely believed that this was something he also desired, an offering to his friend, yet you knew William would still want to maintain control.

Your sex life with William had never been boring. And while he had experienced a threesome or two in his single days, and although you had considered it, both of you hadn't ventured into that territory together.

Being his girlfriend, William was particular about whom he'd involve, trusting someone completely because he wasn't comfortable with the idea of others touching you. However, Auston was an exception.

"Okay," you spoke softly, surprising your boyfriend slightly. "If you're okay with it, I'd like to do it."

"Yeah... I'm good with it. Besides, I do think it might be hot," he murmured, leaning in towards you, his lips tantalizingly close to yours, his hands encircling your body. "You'd look incredibly sexy."

The mere thought of being entangled with both William and Auston set your mind racing, and without hesitation, you pulled William into a passionate and intense kiss, tangling your fingers in his hair.

**

In this moment, there you were, nestled between your boyfriend and Auston without a barrier, all three positioned on your knees on the bed. Auston faced you while William was behind you, and their bare torsos pressed against your skin, their hands exploring your body cautiously, ensuring they didn't accidentally touch each other.

William gently swept your hair to one side, planting soft kisses on the nape of your neck, occasionally nibbling lightly before trailing down to your shoulder blade. Meanwhile, Auston engaged in kissing you passionately, his tongue intertwining with yours.

Naturally, before diving into action, the three of you had had a conversation about boundaries and limitations. Although William was open to sharing you with Auston, his teammate's eagerness to join in swiftly prompted him to establish clear ground rules.

it was ok for Auston to kiss you on your lips, with tongue.

He could eat you out as much as he’d like.

And you could suck his dick and he was even allowed to come in your mouth if you were ok with it.

He had to make you come before himself.

He wasn’t allowed to bite or mark you in any way.

And finally, he could fuck you in your cunt, if he wore a condom or made damn sure to pull out and not come inside you.

William didn’t like to share that much if you with him. He was the only one who could come inside you. Surely you were on birth control so no danger there but filling you with his cum was just something else.

As you moved your mouth in sync with Auston's, sharing saliva, your hands sought a place to settle. His chest felt suitable, while he held your face and William gripped your hips.

The three of you shifted gently, switching positions, when you broke away from Auston to turn and kiss William, and Auston focused on the other side of your neck.

It was a bit chaotic and disorganised, yet undeniably pleasurable. The room filled with warmth, sweat, and a mix of raw desire and sexual tension.

Amidst the kissing, William's hand found its way down to your most sensitive spot, delicately rubbing your clit, and your kiss with him broke, as you released a soft moan from your lips. Auston eased back a little too, his hand joining William's but travelling further, slowly inserting two fingers with ease inside you. They were slightly rougher compared to William's touch, yet similarly substantial, akin to how you'd imagined his cock might be.

Their eyes were fixed intensely on your face as you leaned back against your boyfriend for support, relishing in the pleasure they were giving you. You could sense William's hard member against your lower back, prompting you to glance down and notice Auston's erection, restrained in his boxers.

"Shit, she's so wet," Auston murmured as his fingers glided in and out of your warmth, already coated with your juices. "And fucking tight. I can't wait to be inside her."

The sheen of sweat adorned your bodies as the temperature rose between you all.

"Remember the rule, Tony," William spoke softly, sensing your trembling against him. "Her pleasure comes first."

Auston nodded, continuing his gentle movements with his fingers, while William persisted in stimulating your sensitive spot. And you knew it wouldn’t take long for you to reach climax; you’d already been all riled up before anything had even begun.

"Then allow me to taste her," Auston proposed, and William simply nodded, both men tenderly withdrawing from your body.

Sensing a void within, you offered the boys a pleasant smile before they guided you to lie back on the bed, your head resting against the pillows.

William lounged beside you, planting tender kisses, while Auston settled onto his knees at the edge of the bed, leaning forward to come close to your heat with his mouth.

And as he wrapped his arms around your thighs, his gentle licks between your folds elicited a louder moan from you, causing you to close your eyes and grasp onto the nearby sheets.

William's intense gaze remained fixed on you as he softly pleasured himself, occasionally glancing at his friend's attentiveness between your legs. "Good girl," he murmured, noticing how much you relished Auston's ministrations. "Show Auston how good you can be for him," William whispered softly.

This experience brought more enjoyment than he had anticipated. Watching his friend satisfy his girlfriend while still retaining control, being able to signal when to proceed or halt, was a thrill for him.

Your moans echoed like a sweet music to him, growing louder as Auston continued his work on your cunt. He licked, sucked, poking your entrance with his tongue, and you found yourself becoming as mess for him. Sensing your impending climax, you surrendered to the mattress, as your heavy breaths escaping your lungs.

"Oh, Auston, yes… I'm… I'm coming."

With his nose subtly nudging your clit and his skilled tongue at work, you released a loud relief, arching your back as the rush of orgasm overwhelmed you.

"Fuck," you breathed heavily, gradually easing down from the intense peak.

Auston, wearing a smirk, withdrew from pleasuring you and stood to remove his boxers, revealing his proud cock. And leaning on your elbows, you shared a kiss with William, silently expressing gratitude for the experience, before offering him your best puppy eyes.

"Darling, let me taste you," you whispered softly.

With a satisfied smirk, William nodded gently, rising from his relaxed position to kneel on the pillows, facing you and Auston.

"On your hands and knees, babe," he softly commanded, and you eagerly complied.

Understanding the unspoken cue, Auston returned to kneel behind you, aligning the tip of his member with your entrance and resting his hands on your hips. Gently pushing inside, you released a deep gasp as his considerable length filled you.

"Shit, she's tight," Auston exhaled, feeling your inner walls enveloping him. And his cock matched your imagination: thick and lengthy, akin to William's, and incredibly pleasurable.

"I know, she's such a good girl,”  William praised you, softly running his fingers through your hair, his own cock eagerly awaiting your mouth.

And as Auston gradually began moving his hips behind you, stimulating your inner walls, you glanced up at your boyfriend and opened your mouth, inviting him to enter.

William licked his lips as his erection met yours, inviting him into your warm mouth, skilfully manoeuvring your tongue to explore every inch of him.

Leaning back slightly, William released a moan as you pleasured him with your mouth, while Auston continued to hit you deeply, making you drip with juices.

And with a bit more coordination, the three of you established a good rhythm. Auston thrusting into you, while William rocked his hips, allowing you to take him deeper into your throat. As you breathed steadily through your nose, you let saliva cascade down his shaft, having almost teary-eyed from the overwhelming pleasure.

William's fingers entwined in your hair, anchoring you in place as your entire body moved along with Auston's rhythm.

"I'm getting close," Auston softly warned, prompting William to halt and look down at you.

"Take good care of him," he commanded once more, withdrawing his member from your mouth and shifting from his position.

Taking a moment to catch your breath, you refilled your lungs with air before Auston repositioned himself in front of you. Your hungry gaze met his, then lowered to his erection, causing you to instinctively lick your lips.

With a satisfied grin, Auston guided himself between your eager lips, emitting a moan as you took him in fully, coming to taste yourself.

"Fuck," he exclaimed.

"Oh, and just so you know, she's amazing at that," William chuckled lightly, positioning himself behind you and reconstructing the previous formation before entering you again.

Swiftly settling into a steady rhythm once more, Auston quickly neared his climax. His breaths grew erratic, his eyes closing shut.

"Yes, y/n, I'm gonna come," his husky voice announced, followed by a groan as he released his load into your mouth.

And as William continued thrusting into you, you eagerly swallowed all of Auston's release, ensuring he was thoroughly cleaned up. Yet, it didn't take much longer for you to declare your own impending climax.

"Willy, I'm coming," you gasped, your legs trembling as you tightened around him, letting yourself go to a second orgasm.

William skilfully maintained the pace through the intensity, but your tightness pushed him close to the edge as well.

Swiftly withdrawing, he flipped you onto your back, securing your legs around his hips as he entered again in missionary style—a position he adored, allowing him to be close to you, exert himself fully, and reinforce the feeling that you belonged with him.

"I'm almost there," he moaned against the curve of your neck as your harmonious moans filled the air.

"Come for me, baby," you urged, and with just a few more thrusts, William released into your depths, his panting echoing the intensity of the moment.

The experience had been incredibly intense. And lounging beside you, Auston couldn't help but beam with satisfaction.

It had been beyond his wildest imaginations of the chance to be with you like this.

Glancing up, William tenderly withdrew and settled on your other side, allowing the mixture of your fluids to trickle gently from your core.

Smiles lit up your faces, the aftermath leaving you all euphoric, as you turned to Auston, unable to suppress a smile.

"I hope this lifted your spirits a bit, love.”

"Absolutely," he replied, still catching his breath.

"Good," you simply smiled.

**

Then after spending a couple of hours cuddling and unwinding, Auston bid farewell, leaving just you and William in the condo, and your boyfriend wore a serene smile as he joined you in bed after a post-sex shower.

"Hey," he spoke softly. "I love you, you know that, right?"

You nodded, matching his gentle smile.

"And about what went down with Auston... I'm happy we did it for him, and I just really hope you enjoyed it."

Your eyes met in a tender exchange as you responded gently.

"Darling, it was truly incredible..." you expressed softly, pressing your lips lightly together. "But if it's okay with you, I'm more than happy being just us two."

William couldn't resist smiling at your endearing nature and simply nodded.

"Don't worry, babe. I prefer it like that anyway.”

[littlemissvincentvega]

can you plssss do nsfw hcs of Reservoir Dogs? maybe their favourite position? if this is uncomfortable u dont need to write this! no pressure xx

the reservoir dogs & their favourite positions

a/n: thank you for the request babe i'm sorry i didn't do it right away i kind of suck at getting to them but i'm remembering how much i love writing!!! enjoy 🥰🥰

18+ explicit content / reservoir dogs x reader

cw: references to p in v sex, oral (f and m receiving), bdsm, slapping, spanking

mr. white / larry dimmick:

larry is kind of an oldschool guy in general, so i feel like missionary would be his thing. he likes to be able to see his girl's pretty face when he fucks her, and it gives him the freedom to be rough and dirty or slow and passionate. if it's the former, he'll pause every so often to lean down and kiss her forehead for taking him so well 🥺

mr. orange / freddy newandyke:

freddy just SCREAMS cowgirl to me. he likes to be able to see all of his girl, tits bouncing in his face and every inch of his cock buried in her sweet pussy. maybe he's just a lazy bitch? it gives him the freedom to touch her everywhere, though-- squeezing her ass, her hips, waist, kneading her breasts and pressing kisses to them while she rides him. he usually brings his thumb to her clit so he can see her face when she comes. that's a sight he never gets bored of

mr. brown:

idk why but i feel like brown likes a rope bunny. he likes to tie his girl up and i can see him enjoying her being hog-tied, him kneeling beside the bed so he can eat her pussy or facefuck her. but bondage aside he likes missionary, with his girl's legs in the air and her feet resting on his shoulders (i think you know why 🦶🦶😏)

mr. pink:

pink is sort of obsessed with eating his girl's pussy, so his favourite position is between her legs with his arms around her thighs. that way he can look up and see her face, see the ecstasy he's bringing to her with his tongue. he's also a fan of facesitting. it makes him sooo fuckin hard when his girl comes on his face and he's practically suffocated by her cunt. this guy has a magic tongue and i think we all know it

mr. blonde / vic vega:

woah okay this kinky motherfucker where do i even begin?? vic likes to slap during sex so doggy style is his go-to. it gives him the freedom to grab his girl's hips or waist so he can fuck her as hard as he likes (and trust me, he likes to POUND into that pussy) and slap her ass so hard she can't sit comfortably for a week. sometimes he'll bring his arm around her torso and clamp his hand around her throat, hold her upright and grunt dirty things into her ear. he's still proud of her being such a good girl, though, and sometimes he'll kiss the little patch of skin behind her ear

'nice guy' eddie cabot:

eddie is sort of a wild card when it comes to positions. he likes cowgirl because he's lazy and likes his girl's tits in his face, he likes fucking her from behind so he can slap her ass, he likes missionary so he can get as deep in her pussy as he wants. it all depends on the mood he's in. i also think eddie would like doggy style in front of a mirror so he can see his girl's face while he pounds her, it reeeeallly gets him off. another thing about eddie? he loves when his girl gets on her knees for him and begs for him to come all over her face and tits, it drives him feral 🥵

[tekbros-sketchbook]

What can you tell us about your catsona?

ooohhh, tbh I dont have much information about Kris, but he's just me, but as a anthromorphic domestic shorthair cat species, he also has his own feral form but only often being used especially only on some worlds.

He's more on shy-introvert type of a character but often likes to be acompanied with anyone he's comfortable.

A bit of lore like he's a creator of his own AU, some of my current and future OCs might know about him, some are not.

In MLP world he's always on feral cat form usually just strolling around Equestria as a stray cat (Will need to update proper cat reference for this)

some other unnecessary (and perhaps NSFW-ish) information below

Stuffs like his romantic and sexual preference. In terms of romantic feeling he's pretty much okay with anyone, though not really actively looking for it but he might caught on it whenever someone took interest with him.

Sexual preference wise... im not really sure, its kind of confusing, but I guess he's fine with any gender its just he's not always looking forward to it, though he cooperates anyways :v

"S-sex? uhhh.. mmm.. I mean sure? I dont mind with any of you, though I mostly prefer feminine type, I'm fine with any gender"

Fun fact, when cat allows you to rub their belly means they trust you, but anthro Kris' definition means submission, means you' have a go signa're free to touch wherever you like temporarily. How temporary? maybe a day or two.

Feral kris however is just the usual cat behaviour, and no, I dont allow NSFW stuff on feral kris >:v

[lemonadehtwooh]

i doodled @okadaizoirl 's FGO OC (Havisham) interacting with my FGO OC (Utterson) based on This Post uwu

Putting everything under a cut because I typed out some stuff + headcanons ig? Slightly long-medium-ish idk

Utterson, worriedly: "Please, allow me to help you up, ma'am."

Havisham, taking Utterson's hand: "I am not going to fall apart, Mr. Utterson."

Utterson: "Yes, of course, it's just in my nature to help my friends."

Idk why but I imagine that at first Havisham doesn't trust or have any liking towards Utterson due to his whole "modern gentleman" shtick until she sees that he trips over himself to Help Everyone and is genuine about his intentions

I also just realized that Utterson reminds me of a working dog puppy that's trying to be helpful XD

Havisham: (About Holmes): "He's going to break your heart."

Utterson, half-listening, completely smitten: "Yes, I know."

Havisham: "He's not a truthful man."

Utterson, still checking out Holmes: "Hm..."

I think if they were in a friendship, Havisham would disapprove of Utterson's and Holmes' romance and verbalize this often (or when Utterson is simping lmao). She has good intentions when she warns Utterson about Holmes so Utterson doesn't follow the same path she did/she doesn't want to see him get heartbroken because. Friendship. Which I think would be an interesting contrast to her book self

On Utterson's part, he doesn't heed the warnings... Usually. I think there's some good Utterson X Sherlock angst potential in which Utterson starts to feel insecure about their relationship (I love hurt-and-comfort lmao)

Btw @okadaizoirl if this is stepping over boundaries or something, i'm fine with deleting this post ^v^ I just think your OC is super cool and my brain decided to Go Feral. Idk I also apologize deeply if this is stepping over boundaries TwT

[caspersickfanfics]

I am FERAL over your newest fic OH MY WORD???? I love everything about it, I love tighnaris protectiveness and cleverness and his balance of not fussing too much outwardly over Cyno in this public setting but also then expertly stepping in when enough is enough! So wonderful, and when they are alone and he softens around sick Cyno I just- I melted fully. It was so fluffy and endearing 🥺

I felt like Cynos illness was captured really well too, a great example of an implied both ends situation that’s not at all graphic or uncomfy but perfectly captures what kind of sickness Cyno is dealing with. Also like, I love the concept of that combo emeto and implied because it’s truly MAXIMUM vulnerability and while Tighnari isn’t bothered (concerned im sure, but not at all bothered) this combo for Cyno PLUS the setting being so high stakes, he’s in his own personal hell. I’m honesty proud of him for asking to leave because sometimes you gotta know when to tap out 😭

this was So GOOD!! I can’t wait for the late notice sequel even more now but I will be reading this many more times between now and then hehehe

I may have to make some art for this one tbh

I keep rereading this ask, it makes me so happy 😭 I'm quite relieved that Tighnari's protectiveness came through!! That was something I struggled with actually, because of exactly what you said - he wasn't gonna be blatant about it but my guy was about ready to bite someone's head off lmao

You and Earthquake both mentioned the vulnerability!! You all get me, thank you <333 "his own personal hell" is a perfect way to put it haha

I'm also proud of Cyno for recognizing when it was time to leave!! I'm not sure he would have if Tighnari weren't there. The more I write him, the more I feel that Cyno really listens to Tighnari and follows his advice/instruction/etc about important things, even when he perhaps doesn't want to. He trusts Tighnari's judgement so something would have to go really wrong for him to contradict that. Something something respect and trust and even the bravery of putting your faith in someone else idk!! They have unconditional positive regard for each other imo and I love that for them. Sorry for the rant, this triggered feelings, apparently

Late Notice Chapter 2 is so painfully close to being done......... I honestly really want it done tonight but it may need to wait until next weekend, we'll see!

Seeing your art for this fic would absolutely make me lose my mind but in the best way possible 😭 No pressure though!! Please only if you want to, this ask has already filled me with so much joy I could burst =v=

[heavenlyhoundoom]

Blood Brothers.(part 21)

(Moondrop returns to the village where Sundrop was waiting for him.)

Sundrop: How was your talk with Leo?

Moondrop: Did you set this up!?

Sundrop: I'm assuming it went horribly with how you're shouting at me.

Moondrop: You're damn right it went horribly, Leo sees all vampires as bloodthirsty monsters rather than realizing most do want to hurt people, at least Hierophant doesn't try to hide his hatred toward vampires...

Sundrop: I'm so sorry-

Moondrop: He tried to convince me that my love for Blossom is just my bloodlust pretending to be love, but I've experienced both first hand and I can definitely tell the difference!

Sundrop: Moondrop, could you please let me-

Moondrop: And then he had the audacity to try and hand me opossum p*rn, saying that if it turns me on, I just have an opossum fetish, but if it doesn't and I'm still loyal to Blossom, then I should just abandon her!

Sundrop: Okay, A: He tried to give you opossum p*rn, and B: There's no way that was what he really said!

Moondrop: A: Yes he tried to gave me opossum p*rn and B: I was just paraphrasing.

Sundrop: So, Leo wasn't able to help you realize that you're endangering Blossom?

(Moondrop gets extremely pissed as he felt betrayed by his brother, the one person he thought he could trust.)

Moondrop: What the fuck, brother!?

Sundrop: What are you getting mad at me for!?

Moondrop: Why do you have so little trust in me controlling my bloodlust, that you snitch one me to a vampire hater pretending to be a vampire rehabilitator behind my back!?

Sundrop: It's not that I don't trust you, it's just that I don't want to risk losing you!

Moondrop: What?

Sundrop: I don't want lose you, whether it's you becoming evil, becoming feral, or you hating yourself enough to push you to commit suicide...

Moondrop: (sigh) I'm so sorry, Sundrop, I should've considered your feelings...

Sundrop: It's okay, Moondrop, I should've considered your feelings too...

(The two hug.)

Jake: And here I thought that big fight would cause a falling out between the brothers.

Astra: That's my boys for you, they never let a fight get in the way of their brotherly bound.

Sundrop: Alright, I'll let you see Blossom, just be careful, okay?

Moondrop: Okay, brother.

(Moondrop continues to walk Blossom home with Lilac and Hierophant trying to separate them but to no avail, after two months, Moondrop decides to finally tell Blossom the truth, he arrives at Sugar Lane and sees Blossom wearing a shoulder off dress and drinking pomegranate juice.)

Moondrop in thought: She looks so beautiful...

Blossom: Hello, Atlas.

Moondrop: Hello, Blossom.

(They make it to Blossom home, Moondrop takes a deep breath and gets ready to confess.)

Moondrop: Blossom?...

Blossom: Yes, Atlas?...

Moondrop: I have two confessions to make...

Blossom: Really, what do you want to confess?

Moondrop: First thing is that I had a crush on you ever since we met.

Blossom: (giggles) That isn't really a confession, since you wagging your tail every time you see me gave it away.

(Moondrop turns to see his tail wagging.)

Moondrop: Oh yeah...

Blossom: So what was the second confession?

Moondrop: Well...(sighs) you know how I told you that a was a bystander watching you nearly be bitten by a vampire from afar?

Blossom: I do, why?

Moondrop: Do you mind if I hold you?

Blossom: I don't mind, but what does that have to do with your confession?

Moondrop: It will all make sense, trust me.

Blossom: Okay.

(Moondrop gently grabs Blossom and holds the opossum the same way he did that fateful night.)

Moondrop: I lied, my name isn't Atlas, it's Moondrop, and I wasn't just a bystander watching it happen from a distance, (drops his disguise) I was the vampire who nearly drank you to death that night...

Blossom: (smug) Well it's about time you confessed to that...

Moondrop: (surprised) Wait, you knew it all along?

Blossom: I sure did...

Moondrop: But, how?

Blossom: Well, even though you disguised your appearance, you never thought to disguise your voice.

(Moondrop face palms in embarrassment of his mistake.)

Blossom: Moondrop?...

Moondrop: Yes?...

Blossom: Would you like to start dating?

(Moondrop starts blushing.)

Moondrop: (flustered) Uhh..sure...

(Blossom kisses Moondrop and he blushes heavily.)

Blossom: See you later, Moondrop...

Moondrop:(flustered) Y-yeah, s-see you later...

(Moondrop walks back to the village completely lovestruck.)

Sundrop: So, I'm assuming the confession went well?

Moondrop: It turns out that she knew all along and was just waiting for me to confirm it.

Sundrop: And whay are lovestruck?

Moondrop: Because she kissed me and wants us to start dating.

Sundrop: Really? That's great.

Moondrop: I'm glad you're being supportive.

Sundrop: Well, it's the least is can do after not being that supportive.

Moondrop: It's okay, Su-

Sundrop: Sun!

Moondrop: Huh?

(Moondrop turns around to see the sun rising.)

Moondrop: Oh shit, we gotta get to the lodge!

(The brothers runs to the lodge and got to safety just before the sun could burn them.)

(The end of part 21)

[brighteyedbushybrowed]

Did the Papas, now I'm doing the kinks that the ghouls + Mary have because I am king (I am actually not king. In fact, I am peasant).

Aether - Daddy kink 100%. You can't tell me he doesn't want you to call him daddy in the bedroom. I also feel like he has a size kink, let's be real. Goes fucking feral for a partner that's smaller than him (he loves people of all sizes and shapes though, don't worry about that).

Sodo - Loves being a brat and being pushed around and dominated and being 'taught a lesson' for his misdeeds. Also adores choking his partner. He calls his hands his favourite necklace that you own.

Rain - You know what they say, the quiet ones are the kinky ones. A switch but secretly loves being the dominant one, tying up his partner and either spanking them or hitting them with something. He loves watching your skin darken with each hit.

Mountain - Also has a size kink, especially if his partner is a lot shorter in comparison to him. Has a sir kink too and a choking kink, but prefers to do the choking with his tail and won't choke v hard. If you beg him to choke you harder and call him sir while you're at it he might apply a little more pleasure, just for you.

Swiss - Oh god, what doesn't he have a kink for? Seriously though, he tries everything out at least once and has found he likes a bit of everything. His biggest kinks however are dirty talk (the filthier the better) and having his partner make a huuuge mess whether that's through squirting or the equivalent of that for penis owners.

Cirrus - Degradation, humiliation, and making you cry while she fucks you. The concept of her making someone feel so damn good that they start crying has her going crazy and she will make you orgasm at least another two times after that.

Sunshine - She's one of the more vanilla ghouls, but she loves being watched or filmed. And if she gets to watch back the dirty videos you make together? She'll be ready to go again and again and again because she just can't stop thinking about how good you look with her on top of you.

Cumulus - Low-key mommy kink. Wants to make you feel special and looked after, and hearing you say "thank you, mommy" will have her dragging you straight to the bedroom or the nearest empty space so she can have her way with you.

Mary Goore - Another dirty talk kinkster. It should also come as no surprise to anyone that he has a blood kink. Also a lover of whips and chains. He's such a masochist, loves it rough and fast and wants you to leave him aching and bruised and sore. However, he needs to have that connection and bond of trust with you to let you inflict pain on him in the bedroom.

[mastermindenoshimaalicia]

all yours

part three to unmade

an: yeah, I know yall been waiting for this plus this took so long (too long ngl) to put out so…enjoy 😏

warnings: smut, car sex, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, sex toys (rose bud vibrator, strapon), usage of good girl and baby among others, uhhhh….idk what else lemme know if I missed anything

taglist: @maydayaisha @happygoluckyalexis @simpingforwakasa04

"Gladly, darling. But I would like to try something new." She then got up off your lap. "If that's fine with you."

"Alright." You got up, handing her one of your dresses, black in color with a plunging v-neck and a revealing slit on both sides of the dress.

You never took your eyes off of her as you watched her slip into the dress that accentuated her voluptuous figure. Your mind was going feral at this point.

"Ready, lovely?" Her seductive voice pulled you back to reality as you nodded. Grabbing one of her shopping bags, you lead her out of your apartment, locking the door behind you, and downstairs to the parking lot.

"What about your phone? And your clothes?" You broke the silence after a while.

"I'll pick them up in the morning if you'll be up by then after tonight. That or after our little session." She walked over to her car, a red Mercedes Benz, unlocking the doors as she put all but one bag in the trunk before laying towels all over the front and back seats of the car in addition to the floor.

"Your car…it's so pretty. And so expensive." You got in, admiring the all-black interior as you shut your door.

"When you put in enough work, have patience, and trust the process, whatever you manifest will come in due time." She got in, locking the car. "Now then…what I wanted to try is to please you in as many ways as I can until you've had enough."

"…are you sure it's safe for us to be fucking in such a public place?" You looked over at her as if she was insane. "People will hear us!"

"My queen, why should you worry about that? Besides, the neighbors will know my name sooner or later." She planted a kiss on your neck, pushing and reclining your seat back.

"O-Oh my…" You stuttered, watching her climb on top of you. She then took off the dress, setting that in her seat.

"Do you grant me permission to bless you until we're both satisfied?" She gently caresses your face. "I'll issue a safe word should you feel like I'm going too far, ok?"

You nodded, holding her hands. "Ok."

"Good. The safe word is rose." She planted a kiss on your forehead. "Are you ready?"

"I am. I'm all yours."

She slowly kissed you, moving her hands down your body as she muttered praises about it. You felt her hands explore your lovely body, slipping her hands up your shirt and taking it off to reveal the black sports bra you were wearing before taking that off as well.

You felt a little bit of heat in your face as she took one of your nipples in her mouth and started toying with it. A low hum came from her as she pulled away and did the same to the other nipple.

"Are you alright, baby girl?" She asked, pulling away as she pulled off your sweatpants to reveal the lacey pink panties you wore.

You nodded and watched as she got on her knees, kissing your thighs and rubbing your legs to help you relax before slipping off your panties to admire your divine core.

"Your pussy is so beautiful like a flower blooming." She praised, lifting up your legs as she planted kisses all over it, muttering more praises.

Her hot breath on your cunt made goosebumps appear on your legs and arms, your hands relaxing at your sides. You then shivered, her tongue moving up and down your folds like a cat.

"Mmmm…ngh…" You whined, the heat rising in your body as she moved to toy with your clit. "F-Fuck…"

She set your legs on her shoulders. "You're doing amazing." She then pulled away from your clit, spreading open your folds and letting her tongue work her magic again, going a little bit faster.

You groaned, gently rubbing and scratching her hair, causing her to hum. You squirmed the more her devilish tongue was on your drenched sex, causing her to move and toy with your sensitive bud.

"F-Fuck…!" You cried out, wrapping your legs around her neck as you felt something in you tightening up. Her hands embraced yours, clutching them tightly as you arched your back. "Oh god…!" The knot inside of you snapped as you came hard for the very first time in your life.

She then hums, moving your legs from around her neck as she kisses your cunt, licking her lips. "Good job." She then moved back onto your lap, kissing you on the forehead.

You panted heavily, looking up at her with tears in your eyes. "I couldn't hold back…"

"Shh, shh, shh…" She rubs your hair, reassuring you. "You did so well." She wiped your tears, kissing your face all over.

You then watched her pull out a small item from one of her bags. "What's that?"

"A rosebud vibrator. I heard all the women at my job talk about it for days on end. The highest setting will blow your mind." She then cut it on the lowest setting, setting it on your clit.

"H-Hmph…" You quivered, her lips capturing yours as your tongues swirled around together. You whined as the intensity slowly increased, her tongue deepening the kiss that made your mind go blank.

All you could think about was her, sending waves of pleasure all throughout your body. Kissing your neck, playing with your breasts - you felt more and more of a sinner than a saint.

She then pulled away from the kiss, looking down at you with lust-filled eyes. "Doing so good, baby." She whispered a string of praises in your ears, slid off her panties, and grabbed two more things out of her bag.

You panted and whined, looking at her put on a black six-inch strapon that had a curve in it and a bottle of cherry-scented lube to the side. "O-Oh my…" You quivered, sticking your tongue out as you felt another orgasm coming on, your legs trembling.

She cut the toy up one last time, your cries of pleasure being silenced with another kiss.

"I-I…I'm gonna…." You whined into the kiss, arching your back as yet another orgasm came on just as hard as the first one. "Fuck!"

She kisses up and down your body, rubbing your shaking thighs. "Darling, darling…" She cooed, letting you come down from your second high as she moved the toy away from your overstimulated clit. "How are you feeling?"

You looked at her, panting. "P-Please…" You begged. "F-Fuck…me…"

She then rubbed some lube on her strapon, slowly grinding it against your cunt as if to tease and send you over the edge again. She shifted back on her knees and slowly inserted one finger, pumping it in and out of your sopping pussy.

You felt like a bitch in heat at this point. You wanted her desperately to send you to cloud nine with the way she handled your body after three mind-blowing orgasms. Your eyes shut as she inserted another finger inside, scissoring and stretching your sex while her thumb rubbed your clit.

"A-Ah, p-please….please…" You gasped, now feeling three fingers hitting that special spot inside. "P-Please….!" You cried out for the fourth orgasm tonight, your body relishing in immense pleasure. She then removed her fingers and cleaned them off.

"Alright, baby girl." She hovered over you, lining up her strapon with your dripping sex before slowly making her way inside of you.

You gripped the seat, gasping at it splitting your walls in two. "Oh fuck…"

She looked down at you. "Shh, shh, shh…" She kisses you, rubbing your hair as she slowly pulls out.

"Mmmmph…." You whimpered as she thrusts back inside, keeping a slow pace. "Fuck…"

She groaned, holding the back of your head as she began to leave hickeys on your neck. "You're doing a good job, baby." She picks up the pace, kissing your neck.

You moaned, gripping her hair. "Harder!" You roughly pulled her into a kiss, both of your tongues fighting for dominance. She moaned when your nails dug into your back and you in kind when her nails dug into your plush sides.

You gasped as she put you into a mating press, lust consuming the both of you. You were letting out multiple curses, mind completely gone as she held your hands above her head.

"I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum…" You babbled, feeling another orgasm coming on. "I'm gonna….!" You cried out one last time, your fifth orgasm coming over you as she slowed the pace down.

"Fuck, you did so well, baby…" She kisses you deeply, pulling her strapon out of you and taking it off. "How are you feeling?" She slides her dress back on, putting her stuff back in her bags as she cleaned you up with a towel. "Was I too rough with you? Did I go overboard?"

You looked at her, tiredly smiling. "No…I felt so good. Like I was on cloud nine…." You rubbed her hand.

She breathed a sigh of relief, hugging you tightly. "Good." She helped you get your clothes on, giving you another kiss before getting out of the car.

You then watched as she came around to your side, picked you up, and shut the door, locking her car as both of you went back upstairs to your apartment, locking the door behind you.

The two of you walked into your bedroom, her laying you down gently as she walked into the bathroom, running a hot shower.

"You don't mind if I bathe with you?" She asked. "Or would you like your privacy?"

You looked at her. "I don't mind." You took your time discarding all your clothes and hopping in the shower, the girlfriend following suit and giving you a hug.

"Any plans for tomorrow?" She scrubbed your back with some cocoa butter body wash as you cleaned yourself off.

"Mmm, not really. Other than baking, that is."

"I see, I see." She then turned around so you can scrub her back while she cleaned herself off.

"What do you do besides working in a clothing store?" You cut the shower off, got out, and grabbed a towel to dry off with. "I mean working there must be boring, right?"

"Not really. Let's just say that after-hours is where things really pick up." She winked, drying off as well.

You walked into the bedroom, sliding on a black t-shirt and lacy pink thong before getting on the bed. She picked out a grey t-shirt and a white thong before joining you in bed, holding you in her arms as you yawned.

"Good night, my love." She kisses your forehead. "Sweet dreams." She gently stroked your hair, holding your hands as you dozed off.

"I'll make sure no harm comes your way."

[wwhatev3r]

I'm back >:) I was hoping I could have another easy company ship because I'm so down bad for those boys-

my body type is still the same fbfhdsh: I'm a trans guy (he/him), 5'8", reddish brown hair, hazel eyes, and I'm athletic but I have a lil tummy. I have a bigger nose due to my Italian, Jewish, and Romani decent, dimples, a phat ass (fhfhfhddjdj), and my hair is a mess of curls. (shhhh that's definitely not copy pasted)

I think I'm gonna tell you more about my shy side this time :D sometimes when I first meet people I can be very reserved. I'm still polite and will tell a quiet joke or two, but they won't get very many personal details about me other than a name (liam) or where I'm from (buttfuck nowhere wisconsin gjfhdhs). it's not that I'm trying to be secretive really, though it is fun to seem mysterious, it's just that I don't trust them yet. if someone sticks around to break down my walls though, I'll be an open book. within twenty minutes they'll know my life story and I'll probably have swooned for them just for giving me attention.

I can be very work oriented when I need to be, but I do know when to stop. usually that's when my mind starts to wander too much or I'm getting too frustrated to get anything done. usually I'll completely throw myself into one task and then crash right after. ya boy can sleep like a damn log. you will definitely catch me taking six hour "naps" if I'm able to. I still love big clothes, but stealing clothes in general is one of my favorite things. it's mostly the smell of someone I care for that makes me go feral for their clothes, but it also makes me feel like I'm someone else's when I'm wearing their clothes. (bottom behavior, I know 😔) to sum all of that up, I get very into my work, but I know how to relax and boy am I good at it.

again, no rush with this! I love your writing so much <3

This time I ship you with...

Ronald Speirs

Notes: I  J U S T  L O V E  Y O U R  E N E R G Y  S M || Alright, I was a little indecisive in this one again, but I think I got it... this time I choose someone opposite of Perconte bc why not?

Did you mention bottom? Here! *gives you Speirs* There's a dom for you. Have fun!

Okay, this man has bigger walls than you but he sure knows how to break yours (this was a little... anyway.)

I think he will stick around for terms of respect and admiration, and maybe his own curiosity

I'm 100% sure you two are in a slow burn romance

Just imagine the intense looks across the room, the little gestures he makes and ya man even gives you shit he stole

"Hey Liam, do you want this ring? No, It's nothing. It's just something that I found."

Will be a little frustrating because he doesn't want to admit his feelings for nothing in this world

Principally if you're in the Company

I mean he's very hard working and seeing that side of yours is something that he deeply respects

When you start dating, he tries his best to have time but he has a lot of paperwork

But he's the opposite, he don't think he knows when to stop

Not him calling you to his office some nights...... pffffff

Now, with this man you can for sure steal his big ass clothes

He even gave you his scarf (the one that he uses in episode 7 and 8)

I promise you it does smell like him

I believe Speirs works more than sleeps and maybe he even suffers from insomnia

His main job is to make sure you're a sleeping well, he even covers you with a blanket when you're taking a nap in a random place

You're that cool mysterious couple that everyone makes crazy rumors about

He finds your nose so pretty, he truly does (I speak for myself, I think Italian/Jewish noses are gorgeous.)

If anyone fucks with you they're fucked, he just needs to look at them as a warning

I hope you like the headcanons <3

[otherworldsjt]

Death's Fury Chapter V: Meeting Death (Pt.2)

I couldn't see what was out there, but whatever it was, I could tell I'd caught its gaze. Judging from the bloodlust I was sensing, I guessed it was some sort of animal: it was too feral to be a person. Maybe Death had a pet. Either that or it was some creature capable of withstanding the effects of the spirit energy on its own, which I doubt was the case.

Whatever it was, escape was out of the question. The moment I show any signs of retreat, it'd probably close in, and if I run, it'd most likely chase – and catch – me. My best bet was to continue forward – slowly. Any sudden moves might be misinterpreted and result in me being maimed.

I slowly turned right and headed toward the trunk of the tree. That seemed like a good place to keep my back guarded while waiting for Trik to come down.

As I inched towards the trunk of the tree, a voice that seemed to resonate from all directions spoke.

"What are you doing," it asked. It was a deep, smooth voice, yet soft with a weight of sadness behind it. A sadness I felt I recognized from somewhere. I tried to focus on remembering, but an overwhelming power that seemed to reach my mind despite wearing the rupture prism washed over me. It pulled my mind into a new kind of darkness – a void of consciousness where an indomitable will was present.

Somewhere deeper in the void, I sensed another presence, something more sinister. There was an intimidating atmosphere around it that kept me at bay, but that only made me want to work harder to see what was behind it. After prying past it, I locked onto the center I'd sensed and felt it release a wave of murderous intent towards me. The shock from the mental impact shattered what little resistance I had left.

With my will subdued and my brain deluged with terror, I suddenly found myself in a trance. When I heard the question asked echoed throughout the void again, I felt compelled to answer. My mind couldn't discern the intent behind the question, so as luck would have it, it focused on that exact same question I've been asking myself. I thought about everything I'd done since beginning the mission.

I realized that in the last year and a half, maybe, I haven't really accomplished anything.

There are more questions than answers now.

Like, why did Greed and Despair purposely leave traces of their energy for me to find? What did they have to do with Death's disappearance until recently? What was their purpose in teaching humans about spirit manipulation? If they know I'm looking for them, why not stop me? Do they want me to find them? All these questions but no answers.

I'm not even the one who found Death – someone connected to a friend I made a couple of months after starting the mission used their connections to find someone who turned out to have a lead that led me here.

Reluctantly, I came up with the answer I've been too stubborn to admit to myself.

"I don't... I don't know," I heard myself say. "I'm not doing anything." I noticed how tired I was, both physically and mentally.

I was tired of running around trying to figure out all this Primordials crap; tired of the family politics – trying to make them look good in front of the other families so they could save face.

The Hearts will remain the head family regardless, so why should I try so hard to live this kind of life? A life they assigned and threw me into. I didn't ask for this life...so why should I live it?

I could just stay here for a while and rest. Sleep.

Yes, sleep. That sounds so good right about now. I could just drop everything...and peacefully...sleep here...forever...

I felt my mind slipping further and further into the depths of the darkness when something gave my conscience a firm push back towards the surface.

You must wake, Lisa.

Its voice was filled with a maternal warmth yet paternal conviction, making it hard to discern the entity's gender. I'd never heard it before but somehow knew I could trust it.

I felt myself traveling away from the source of the voice as the darkness began to fade and a bright light replaced it. A once distant and muffled yelling in the background became lucid as the light shined brighter.

"ALISSIA, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" Trik was in front of me, violently shaking me by my shoulders. While still holding me in place, he turned towards the murky blackness behind him.

"WHAT DID YOU DO TO HER?!" he bellowed in anger.

"I didn't touch her," someone responded. That voice, again. It was heart-wrenchingly beautiful, and its allure was like sleep itself was calling to me. I wish I could curl up, sink into its embrace, and rest there forever. I just have to let go...

Facing back towards me, Trik smacked me a little, gaining my attention. "Lisa, look at me. I need you to expand your dampening field; you're letting too much of his energy affect you."

"Wha–" was all I could muster.

"Your spirit energy. Put more into the crystal, NOW," he instructed.

"Wait, who are you, anyway?" The voice called out. Once again, my consciousness began to slip.

"Wait," Trik snapped back. "Can't you see she needs help?!"

"...What she needs is to be far away from me," the voice said in a lowered tone.

"No, we came here looking for you...." Trik took a deep breath before continuing. "Look, just...give us a second, alright? We'll explain everything once she's coherent again."

Trik tirelessly continued his attempts to get through to me for a while before he finally began to get a stronger response from me.

"Ow! I'm okay! I'm okay! You can stop slapping me now," I said, rubbing my cheek. "And stop shining the light in my eyes; you're burning my retinas."

The slapping ceased, and Trik took a step back, giving me room to breathe.

"Ugh, my head." I needed to sit down before I collapsed for the second time today. Looking around, I noticed I couldn't see anything. I could only see Trik, who was right in front of me. Then it dawned on me my damping field was less than a foot away from me.

"What the hell?"

After a sigh of relief, Trik spoke.

"I take it you don't remember what you were attempting to do a few moments ago," he stated.

"...No. Last thing I remember was feeling like something was watching me. What...How'd..."

"First things first, extend your dampening field before his spirit energy kills you," Trik said, motioning at the small field around me. I extended the field to about six feet.

"So, what happened," I asked him.

"I'm not 100% sure what you were under the influence of, but when I came back down, I noticed your dampening field was shrinking. At first, I thought something was wrong with the rupture prism, but I saw you deliberately reabsorbing the energy you placed into it when I got closer. You were also muttering about being tired and wanting sleep. My best guess is enough of his energy somehow got through the dampening field and influenced you, convincing you to lower the field willingly." Trik finished explaining.

As I sat, I tried to digest it all.

"Sleep? Tired? Did I try to kill myself?! How come I can't remember any of that," I pondered.

"I don't know," Trik replied. "You were also muttering about sleep's voice or something. You were delusional, hence the slapping."

"Sleep's voice? What– Agh!"

[vigilvntes]

Okay so horny thought: How would Adrian react to finding out his partner is a virgin and has never had an orgasm? Would it turn him on or would he be more put off by it?

yo whaddup bitches it's me back by unpopular demand it's hc time (once again this turned out a lot longer than expected)

warnings: piv sex, oral sex, virginity loss

you're crazy if you think that horny bastard would be put off by this 💀

we know from the show that Adrian didn't hit puberty until his mid-twenties, so I'm gonna go ahead and assume that he didn't lose his virginity until around that time. so you tell him that you're a virgin? eh, whatever. he was a virgin a few years ago, too.

I think he would probably ask a few questions. he wouldn't want to be offensive but he'd probably ask how come you're a virgin but he wouldn't necessarily care about your response, whether it was because you weren't particularly interested in sex or you were waiting for the right person or WHATEVER he'd just shrug his shoulders and be like oh cool. i think he'd be curious about the orgasm thing and he'd definitely ask how you've never had an orgasm before (I just know this boy was getting horny and beating his meat over e v e r y t h i n g) but like if you just explained your reasons he literally wouldn't care.

NOW. if you were dating and you mentioned that you would be interested in having sex with him that would be an instant hard on. like literally he would be going absolutely feral inside.

i hc adrian as the possessive and jealous type, so I just know that he'd lose his mind about the fact that out of everyone you trust him. you want him to take your virginity. you want him to be the one to make you feel good. you want him to be the one to bring you to orgasm for the first time. it would definitely be a huge ego and confidence boost for adrian. he would never be able to stop thinking about the fact that you just want him, and no one else. he literally doesn't care about the whole "ViRgInS aRe TiGhTeR" bullshit or anything like that, he just wants to make you feel good and to show you that he cares about you in an intimate way.

I think that ideally, he would love to make your first time really romantic, but it'd probably just happen in the spur of the moment. the two of you are probably making out on the couch and you feel him dry humping you (because he's feral ok), rolling his hips against you and you don't mind it because you can feel his cock straining through his jeans and it's sending you dizzy already. he wouldn't mean to do it, and once he notices he'd probably become incredibly embarrassed and start apologising profusely. he'd look so cute with flushed cheeks and parted lips all flustered as he apologised. his jaw would probably drop to the floor when you tell him that you don't, and that you want to have sex with him ("huh? you wanna do it now? fuck. I had a really good plan. it was gonna be so romantic." "are you telling me that you dont wanna have sex with me right now?" "....i never said that")

he would definitely ask thousands of questions ("are you sure? you really wanna do it with me? are you on birth control?") It would be a mix between wanting to go fucking feral and pure panic because he's probably never taken anyone's virginity before and he cares about you and wouldn't want to hurt you.

once he's sure that you're sure, he'd insist on moving to the bedroom because you're worth more to him than fucking on the couch (that could come later)

honestly I think he would be more nervous than you?? I dont think he'd voice his nerves to you, but I think it would be obvious from his body language and how tense he becomes once he has you laid on his bed and he crawls on top of you. you'd probably have to remind him that youre okay, you want this, that he could never hurt you, that you chose him to give yourself to. this would definitely spur him on and make him feel less anxious (honestly it would be like dirty talk to his possessive ass)

he would take his sweet time figuring out what makes you feel good. he'd kiss you, slip his tongue into your mouth, just to hear you moan against his lips. then he'd direct his attention to your neck, peppering kisses along the soft skin, licking and sucking against the soft skin whenever he hears you let out a quiet gasp or a whine. if you tangled your hands in his hair I fear he wouldn't be able to pull himself away. he'd probably accidentally but not really accidentally leave a lovebite, he can't help it, you sound so good when you're whimpering underneath him.

he'd want to get you out of your clothes so fast. he thinks you're beautiful but fuck he would love to see how beautiful you are without clothes on. he would be super sneaky about it too. if you're insecure about your body he'll be sure to fix that. he would kiss literally every part of your body because fuck you're the prettiest thing he's ever seen and he's so lucky that you want to give yourself to him and that he's the only person who's ever seen you like this and he wants it to stay that way forever. he'd be mumbling praises, telling you how lucky he is and how beautiful you are and how he's so happy that you chose him. he would literally worship your body.

youve never had an orgasm? well strap in because adrian is about to change that.

adrian is the king of oral sex, do not question this. he loves to talk, he's always running his fuckin mouth, so why not put it to good use during sex? I think he'd definitely want to give you your first orgasm with his mouth (fingers would feel too impersonal to him) He would work his way down your body, trailing his lips down your chest, stomach, hips, until he gets to your thighs. he'd gently kiss your thighs, nuzzling his nose against your soft skin, slowly inching his way to your cunt. he would ask if you were okay and if you were okay with him going down on you before </3. he'd start slow, kitten licking at your clit, before pressing his tongue down flat against your folds. he'd try out different things, flicking his tongue, moving his tongue in different motions / directions, sucking gently at your clit just to see what feels good, to see what has you arching your back and gripping at his curly hair.

he'd pop his head up every so often just to ask if you were okay (and he'd look so cute, doe eyed, flushed cheeks, his mouth glistening with your slick) and it would take everything in you to give him a small smile and a nod and not just shove his head back down between your legs because he's making you feel so, so good and his face looks so good between your legs. when you start writhing under him, gripping his hair and panting out his name I think that's when he would start going f e r a l. his tongue would attack your clit and he'd be grunting and groaning and moaning against you because he loves eating you out and he belongs between your legs and he wants nothing more than to feel you cum on his tongue. if you look down you'd probably see him humping the bed, desperate for any kind of friction against his rock hard cock.

when you cum on his tongue, panting and moaning his name and bucking your hips up, it would take literally everything in him to pull away (you'd probably have to drag him away by his hair). If it was up to him, he'd want to keep his face right there and push you over the edge multiple times (something about making up for all of the years you'd missed out on orgasms) but he'd have to remind himself that he'd just given you your first orgasm and that he shouldn't overstimulate you (that could be saved for later) but fuck you taste so good and you sound so heavenly when you moan his name like that and he decides that making you cum is his favourite thing

any suggestion of you returning the favour would be shut down so fucking fast he just wants you to feel good without the pressure of being expected to do anything in return.

when it comes to the actual penetration I think he would prefer to do it in missionary (just for the first time) because I don't know that feels more personal and intimate to him?? he'd prefer to make you feel comfortable so missionary is the first suggestion, though if that's uncomfortable for you in any way then he'd he so happy to switch positions he doesn't care he just wants you to be comfortable and feel good.

he'd probably spend like half an hour frantically searching for a condom, because even though you might be on birth control he doesn't want any accidents and it's probably too early on for him to cum inside you anyway

the nerves would really hit just before he pushes his cock into you. he'd panic about hurting you or making you uncomfortable and he'd ask you if you're sure at least ten times and when you tell him that you're ready and that you want him to take you he'd push his cock inside of you agonisingly slowly. he'd stop every time you gasp or whimper or adjust yourself under him just to ask if you're okay and it's cute and endearing but you just want him to get it over with. if it hurts he'd definitely press his lips to yours or lick and suck at your neck or even make a few shitty jokes just to distract you from the pain (".....so, do you cum here often?")

once he bottoms out inside of you he would literally have to stop himself from going feral because holy shit you feel so good and he's the only one you've ever wanted to do this with and that thought alone is enough to send him fucking insane!!! he's so lucky!!! he'd fuck you slowly at first, keeping an eye on your facial breathing and your facial expressions and your movements, checking what feels good for you. he'd be constantly asking if you're ok and if what he's doing is good. you'd have your head lolled on the pillow, your hand in his hair, telling him how good he's making you feel, his cock stretching you in the most painfully delicious pleasure. he would go wild if you asked him to go faster. he wouldnt go completely feral (there would be no rough gripping at your hips or slapping his hips against yours because he still wants to be gentle) but he would definitely have you gasping and clawing at his back and moaning his name, his face buried in your neck, nipping and sucking at the soft skin as he ruts his hips into you.

he'd definitely praise you so much. he'd tell you how pretty you are and how well you're taking him and that you're being so good for him and that he loves hearing you moan and whimper and gasp his name. he'd also want you to affirm this too!!! when he asks "you're being so good for me, aren't you?" then he'd like an answer!!! just so he knows that you know how well you're doing.

honestly,, I don't think he'd last very long. between his thoughts racing about being the only one to see you and take you like this, just being inside of you and his name tumbling from your lips in broken gasps he'd be cumming within minutes with a guttural moan, his hips stilling, cock twitching inside of you (If you're tired out then this is ideal but if you want more then honestly he would be ready for round two in MINUTES he's the resident horny bastard™️ what do you expect). either way he'd apologise so much and he's so fucking cute about it and you wouldn't be able to stop yourself from grabbing his face and smooshing your lips against his to shut him up

AFTERCARE SO MUCH AFTERCARE!! he'd treat you so fucking good literally like royalty. he'd just be so grateful that you gave yourself to him. he'd clean you up and give you one of his shirts and run you a hot bath (he'd probably scoop you up in his arms and carry you to the bathroom too) he'd wash your hair and your body and order food for you and do EVERYTHING for you :,) he'd also ask if you were okay every three seconds and he would joke around and ask if you had any feedback for future reference (it's not actually a joke though please give him any feedback positive or negative anonymously submit it to his Google form)

basically he would be a sweetheart™️ about it and I am in love with him ok thanks bye

[moonlight-prose]

(created by the ever so talented @buckybarnesj from this insanely good set!)

Dirty Little Secret

a/n: this was requested by an anon who's ask has literally been lost to the depths of tumblr hell. I'm sorry!! please let me know if you're seeing this babes and if your ask turns up i'll respond.

they asked to see an add on for bucky's secret that i put for his NSFW alphabet. after so fucking long it's here so i hope you enjoy it!!

very little editing and not beta read so apologies for mistakes!

summary: bucky's long kept secret soon becomes reality.

word count: 2.8k

pairing: bucky barnes x fem!reader

warnings: explicit so MINORS GO AWAY, sub!bucky, slightly dom reader, usage of the term good boy, a tad bit of cockwarming, praise kink, p in v sex, cussing, begging, choking, seconds of oral (f receiving). let me know if i missed anything!

He didn’t tell you for reasons that seemed good enough - up until this very moment.

It wasn’t a secret per se. Wasn’t something he had to hide from you, but it’s something that he felt bad about. The one thing that he wanted to ask you to do, wanted to hear you day, and yet he couldn’t get the question out of his mouth. Couldn’t tear it from his throat, because he didn’t want you to say no. To look at him with an expression of disbelief. Or even worse...horror.

Because he’d seen that before. Had endured people regarding him with strange looks and even stranger words, but he couldn’t go through that with you. He wouldn’t survive if you were the one doing those things.

So he remained silent. Always clamping his mouth shut during the act, biting into your skin until it almost bled - he’d apologize profusely in the morning - in order to stop himself from letting that question loose. Except like always you noticed when things weren’t as they once were. You noticed that he wasn’t acting like himself, and that’s when the questions started. Where you asked him what was going on in that head of his, and reassured him that he could tell you anything.

And instead of biting his tongue this time...he let go of the words.

Which resulted in the situation you were in now. Sitting on his lap, tongue having just been in his mouth, as you regarded his words with careful sincerity. You didn’t want to mess this up, to have him shy away from you until you were left back at square one. And it’s not like you didn’t like what he said; didn’t find it all that odd in a way. It was just new to you.

When you first got together with Bucky, the sex was intimate. Soft enough to drive both of you insane, but it wasn’t his fault; he was still learning how to be soft. Relearning the act of being gentle. So you patiently waited until he had his fill, until he was the one asking if he could be a little rougher. And you said yes - without hesitation. The gentleness of the man before now became the roughness of the man beneath his armor.

The man who took back control of things he could not have; his feral need bleeding into something far more intense.

Sure you’d wake up tender, sore in all the right places, but you never pinned the blame on him. Never told him that he was too rough. And just like this you were seeing him open up another part of himself; seeing that he was trusting you enough to be a part of this experience. Of getting to know the man beneath the armor he wore day in and day out.

“So let me get this straight,” you said, cupping his cheek to let him know you were trying to understand. That you were considering this, because even you couldn’t deny the way you practically clenched down on nothing when he said it. “You want me...to dominate you?”

He nodded slowly, eyes trained on yours for any sign of hesitation. “It was just a suggestion. You don’t have to.”

“But you want me to.”

“We don’t have to-” Placing a hand over his mouth you smiled, already enjoying the sight of his eyes widening a fraction, a look in them you’d never seen before.

Removing your hand slowly, you ran a thumb along his bottom lip. “We do things that I want to do all the time. Let me do this for you baby.”

He didn’t say anything more, didn’t let his words ruin this because he was pretty sure this was nothing but a dream. A figment of his imagination and he’d wake up with a raging hard on in a few minutes. Except then you pressed a hand into his chest, lips curving into another smile that had him tingling to the very tips of his toes. A breathless sigh of his name leaving your mouth as you grind your hips down against him; head tilting back in pleasure.

“You want to be my good boy?” you asked, hand reaching up to tangle in his hair, tugging it sharply and earning a whine from him. A sound you’d never heard him make before. “I need to hear you say it baby.”

Digging his fingers into the sheets, he let his head fall back against the headboard. “Yes,” he replied, breath coming out in pants. Eyes shutting tight to stave off the rush of pleasure that spread through his spine.

If you weren’t careful this wouldn’t last, but he had faith that you knew what you were doing.

That you liked what you were doing.

Another desperate mewl ripped from this throat as you yanked on his hair, dragging his lips towards you in a kiss that melted him. Had him writhing underneath you in the hopes that you’d do something more. That you’d give him direction on what you wanted, because the control was now in your hands. You’d held a semblance of it before; willing to use it as you wished, but it was different now.

“I’m going to ride you.��� The words were whispered against the shell of his ear; the demand, clear in your voice and he melted against you. Gripped onto your hips as you began to tug his sweatpants off; the feeling in his chest growing with every second.

He knew you would prolong this for as long as possible - testing his limits - because you could be cruel if the thought was appealing. But the quickness of your movements told him otherwise. You wanted him - knew you could have him - as fast as humanly possible. Any other night you would keep him begging, but his words had lit something within your body. A need that had been buried long before you knew it even existed.

“Keep your hands to yourself,” you said, pulling his arms up, until his wrists were pressed together over his head; hands gripping onto the bars of the headboard above. “No touching tonight.”

He nodded, feeling himself twitch at your words - a whine falling from his lips - because you were actually going through with this. You were giving him a reality he never thought possible. It only seemed to solidify his love for you; burying it deep in his chest until it was permanently marked there. A tattoo of his feelings, anchoring him to the ground.

Yanking off your own clothes you were quick to shuffle back over him, legs straddling his thighs as you regarded him with drooped eyelids. A smile crossing your lips in delight. He looked beautiful like this; his eyes pleading with you to touch him, mouth parting as he heaved in breath after breath. Bucky wanted anything you’d give him. He’d take it all the same; welcome it with open arms and a thank you on his lips, because it was from you.

“Look at you,” you murmured, running a hand across his stomach - feeling his muscles contract underneath the skin. “So pretty like this.”

A gasp echoed off the walls - his body twitching underneath you - and it only furthered your interest. How many sounds could you get him to make? How many times could you get him to beg for you to give him something? An ounce of pleasure, of skin on skin contact. Without trying Bucky had unlocked a door - allowing a hurdle of emotions to spill free into your awaiting mind.

“Please-” His words cut off - morphing into a broken sound - when your hand wrapped around him. Thumb teasing lightly at the head of his cock to spread what had begun to spill over.

You cooed his name, pumping him slowly with just enough pressure to have his head falling back, eyes fluttering shut. “What does my pretty boy want?”

He choked, head lifting to look at you and for a second you wondered if that was the limit. If you had crossed a line. Only the feral glint in his eyes told you differently - his teeth baring to stave off the sudden tightening of his balls. Right on the edge of losing his mind and it gave him relief when you let go, when you gave him a moment to catch his breath.

“Fuck baby,” he groaned, hands gripping onto the headboard until you could see the splintering in the wood begin.

“Were you about-” A nod was your only answer as he continued to heave in breaths, dragging himself back from the very edge. “Just from me saying that?”

Bucky huffed out a laugh, the blush on his skin never fading, because he had liked what you said. So much so that he didn’t know if he’d last being inside you - no matter how much he wanted it. Inhaling deeply he calmed his nerves, feeling how they jumped underneath his skin; hoping that it would cease his desperation. Give him the strength he needed to last until you said he was done.

“Keep going please,” he said softly, eyes opening again to see your parted mouth. Your own eyes wide with disbelief at the realization that you held more power over him than you thought. “I’m okay baby, just - fuck please - keep going.”

Nodding you felt the heat spread from the base of your spine to the very tips of your toes - a high of power rushing through you. This must be what it’s like. To know that you had the upper hand in a situation; and you wondered if this is what he felt like. When going up against an opponent in battle. The high that came with holding control - addicting in its own dangerous way - but something you’d give back to him if he so wished.

Moving up his body, you grasped his now leaking cock in your hand - the hissed out breath he let out was far more appealing than you thought. Or maybe that was just the position you were in. You didn’t have time to think it over, didn’t want to spend another second on it, because he was begging you. Words falling from his lips faster than he could comprehend them. A mixture of pleas and whispers of how good he could be for you, how much of your pretty boy he was.

Without replying, you sunk down onto him slowly, watching intently as his head fell back. A cry of your name echoing off the walls - his hips jolting upwards to hopefully gain more of that sweet heat. To have you fully encompass him until he was ready to lose himself fully.

“Oh - fuck.” Your head tilted back, the pinch of pain at the stretch of him within your walls was enough to have your breath quicken. Fingers digging into the skin of his stomach as you settled fully on top of him; content to remain there for a few moments.

That is until he began shifting. Pushing himself deeper to hopefully force you to start moving, and in a reaction you didn’t expect you clamped a hand around his throat. Catching his attention - forcing him to freeze in place - you leaned down to drag your lips across his lightly. You weren’t sure where it had come from; why you felt this was the right thing to do, but you weren’t stopping yet. Not when you could feel the way he twitched inside you, eyes rolling back for a moment before returning to your face once more.

“Someone’s being greedy,” you mumbled against his lips, nose brushing his.

He shook his head quickly. “I promise I’m not,” he replied - voice brimming with need, with utter desperation.

“Are you sure? I thought you were my good boy.”

The sound that tore from his throat was obscene enough to have you clenching around him. Your body, just as much on edge as his was and while you would have given in already - you wanted to see him writhe underneath you. Maybe it was cruel of you to have him beg, to have him plead with you through his voice, eyes, everything he could. But with every beg you felt him tense underneath you, cock twitching soon after.

He was enjoying this - and that was all you wanted in the end.

“Baby please. I’m good. I’ll be good.”

The smile flashed across your lips quickly as you sat up straight, hand still around his throat - satisfaction filling your veins. That was all you needed to grind your hips against his. Hearing the cry of pleasure that he let loose - each one following your every movement against him. He was beautiful. A vision of the man you adored with everything in your body.

“So - ah fuck - good for me Bucky,” you rasped out, hand tightening slightly when you lifted yourself off him only to slam back down. His breath being knocked out of his chest from just that in itself.

You could feel it - the tightening in the lower base of your stomach - enough to have you speeding up your movements. The promise of complete and utter euphoria, mere inches from you, but tonight you wanted to see the man below you shatter first. Wanted to watch his eyes as he broke apart with your name on his lips.

Slotting your lips over his you sucked his tongue into your mouth, the taste of him enough to have you bearing down on him - desperate to feel him give into the pleasure. Eager to give him what he wanted in the end. His eyes met yours - the daze in them only adding to the fucked out expression on his face - and you knew he was there. On the very edge with only one thing blocking him from an earth-shattering release.

Your permission.

“Do you want to cum pretty boy?” you asked, nuzzling your nose against his cheek, slowing your pace to a slow roll of your hips that had his breath stuttering.

He nodded. “Yes please.”

It was the whimpered out please that had you saying the words against the corner of his lips. Intent on watching his face as it happened. “Cum for me Bucky.”

You clenched around him, dragging his hand to your clit to shove you off the edge with him and he pinched it between his fingers at the same time his mouth fell open. The scream of his name, enough to have you gasping - legs shaking slightly from the crashing waves of pleasure that overtook your body. Only it was the sight of him - head tossed back, teeth digging into his bottom lip - that had your body nearly collapsing onto him from the onslaught of sensations.

“Shit, shit, shit-” he bit out, hips thrusting upwards into you deeper to prolong the feeling and unknowingly sending you higher.

Minutes passed until you were able to lift your head off his chest, eyes surely just as dazed as his were. The high of your orgasm beginning to fade - returning you back to reality. The same one that involved him smiling down at you as he floated back down to earth - the feeling in his legs having yet to return.

“Was that what you wanted?” you asked, the dominant tone now gone from your voice. Replaced by the voice of the woman he loved.

Rolling over - somehow still managed to remain inside you - he pressed you into the bed. His forehead against yours. “It was more.”

“But still good?”

He huffed out a laugh, lips pressing quickly to yours before pulling back. “I can’t feel my legs yet so I’d say it was pretty damn incredible.”

“Yeah?” you asked, smiling against his skin.

“I love you.” He kissed your shoulder, his teeth scraping against the skin gently. “Perfect. My perfect girl.”

The smile was involuntary as you dug your hands into his hair in order to drag his lips back to yours. “I love you Bucky.” You couldn’t hear the whispers that he began to press into your skin, trying to brand you with his love. Invisible marks to remind you how much he truly adored every piece of you.

“Your good boy?” he asked, eyes meeting yours as he made his way down your body, lips warm against your stomach.

Nodding you gasped as he nudged his nose against your clit. “Always my good boy.”

He hummed a response about cleaning up his mess, about taking care of you, but they were drowned out by the feel of his tongue against you. His moan sending shocks through your body and sparks across your skin. And it was then that you realized, getting out of this bed would no longer be an option.

At least not for a few more hours.

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