#your words always leave me in awe babygirl

[onetimetwotimesthreetimess]

I woke up too early, read Btlio, took a nap to process and now I’m here to scream:

- I am kinda real happy that Malec got their ‘second chance’ to see each other again. What they had was so pure and youthful and so special to them. I know it painful cause well life, but just them being able to experience the purity of their love, even for a few weeks. Obviously I don’t know about chap 3 but i’m happy they got their time to just be them for a moment again.

- even though Malec clearly can’t be together right now, I neeeeed the Lightwood and Bane kids to keep their group chat. I’m so obsessed with them being besties and video chatting and just acting like siblings on main. I feel like they’re like the lost siblings. Honestly i don’t think the matchmakers in them will ever die (and I love them for it).

- it’s so shitty that these two gentle souls who just wanna be together have had to deal with such shitty life experiences 🥺 I’m happy they still had happy memories of their first love together and also got to be parents too. It’s kinda bittersweet really.

- Alec being a certified girl dad. That’s it.

- I’m kinda scared if Alec goes with Magnus cause it kinda feels like ‘i need to do this for me’ but also ‘i’m living a life I know that I can’t have’. Like Malec always get so lost in each other that it’s easy to forget what’s happening on the outside. Oooo I smell dramaaaa.

- I’m also curious as to why Rafe was so eager for Alec to meet Magnus? Like he knew they weren’t staying in New York? What was his motive? Or was he just being a cute bean that wanted to see his Bapak really smile at more than a wallet photo of a lost love.

- I just hope by the end of part 1 Malec get some sort of closure. I think they’re older now so they kinda get that life makes decisions for you that you can’t control. I’m so happy they have support family around them both to keep them anchored.

- I’m happy Malec are choosing themselves. Alec actually considered leaving his kids to be with the love of his life for a short while. Magnus chose to move back to a place he felt pain to make happy memories. They both chose to be upfront with each other and so far call it what it is. I think they realise how much is af stake and they just can’t pretend like this is what it was 20 years ago. It’s different cause they are too.

- Please tell me we get to see Alec interactions with Magnus friends if he go to Indonesia. I love Alec and Ragnor and Alec and Cat just chatting about the man they all love and care about.

- Thank you for giving us an older Malec fic. We don’t get to see many of them so it’s nice to see how they and their love changes with age. It’s gonna be a wild ride but you know, we endure. I’m also glad you get to have this as a way to channel your own life experiences. Art is so beautiful.

Okay, that me done. I’m so excited for the rest of this series and to see Malec, the LB kids, and all the fam/friends interacting. I hope they find the peace and love they all deserve (and you too you absolute gem 💎)

Mia x

Mia, your mind is a beautiful place. I love every thing you write, you magnificent dork.

The first few points you mentioned don’t need a reply. BTLIO malec is grateful for you.

1. In terms of why Rafe had Malec meet: there wasn’t any agenda in his mind. Magnus had told him about Alec. Rafael had genuinely approached Alec’s company for a work related thing but when he heard Alec’s name, he realised who he was. Rafe knows how much Magnus loves loves. And Alec. So he just wanted his Bapak to meet his greatest love again.

Rafael wasn’t really thinking of the future. He just found Alec randomly and thought that they both deserved the chance to meet again.

2. Malec will get closure in the last chapter. It might just be different than what everyone wants.

3. It’s difficult because of their age, and what phase in their lives they are. I agree. It’s not an easy decision.

4. Sadly, we don’t get to see Alec interact with warlock gang in this fic. But you’ll get to see that in other BTLIO parts.

5. I love older Malec fics too. Age does not change love so I really enjoy writing about them.

6. Art is beautiful indeed. Readers like you make it all the more better.

Thank you Mia. I love you, you munchkin. ❤️🌈💴

[screampied]

ok hear me out toji is always rough and somehow mean when you fuck, but something happens to you (you can decide what) and he turns really soft and gentle for one night. just one.

❤︎ ໋𓈒 toji being soft with you for once

warnings. fem! reader, soft dom toji, praise, missionary, talking you through it, mdni.

being in bed with toji, he’s usually almost always rough and degrading. it’s something he’s mostly used to, however there’d be a specific time where he’d have to change things up . . . just for you.

he’d notice something’s wrong the minute he’s about to align himself again. you’re awfully quiet underneath him as you awaited and he’s well aware of how you keep avoiding his stoic gaze. “hm,” he’d ponder aloud with a mere natural pout. toji grabs ahold of your chin before softly stroking it with his thumb, making you stare right into his green curious irises. “something’s wrong. talk to me, babygirl.”

“nothing’s wrong, you can finish—”

“something’s wrong,” he repeats, his voice is a bit more stern yet it’s still gentle. he slows down and brings a thumb towards your cheek to lightly stroke it. “you’re avoiding eye contact,” he points out, still inside you yet he brings his hips to an abrupt pause. toji’s panting yet he takes a moment to breathe. “you can talk to me, y’know.”

you briefly meet his dark pupils before letting off a low exhale. “i . . had a bad day,” and then as he’s hovering over your body, you slowly drag out your final breathy words in a sheepish, “can you—can you hold my hand?”

“aw,” he teases, grabbing your hand before intertwining his thick stubby fingers with yours. his touch was so safe, so warm, so gentle. his thumb strokes against the back of your hand before he holds onto your hip with another. “want a head pat too, sweetheart?”

“s-shut up,” you moan, feeling the tip of his dick prof against your entrance. he wasn’t exactly moving but you still felt him. your ankle runs against toji’s back and he’s so close to you that you could smell the strong aroma of alcohol and mint linger on his breath. toji’s now softened gaze never leaves you and his kittenish eyes ease up soothingly. “just go slow ‘n hold my hand, toji.”

“so sensitive today,” he purrs, leaning to kiss the top of your forehead. it was something about his voice—the way he spoke to you currently, it was just so smooth. his eyes that were known to always be cruel and intimidating palliate just at the sight of you— the sight of his pretty girl underneath him, asking for a simple request to hold her hand. “. . mwah,” and the moment his lips brush against your skin, you let off a soft whine. “i’ll go niiice ‘n slow for you, yeah.”

once he finally picks up his pace again, he’s so gentle with you. the grip on your hand tightens a bit and you moan.

you’re always used to toji being so rough in bed, manhandling you and all—alas, you never exactly minded of course, but a change of pace like this was strikingly nice.

his stumpy fingers strum against yours before you feel his hips gradually move again. “t-toooji,” you whine out, watching as he kisses near your neck. so benign, so tender. toji was always familiar with every inch of your body. he knew the layout of your body as if it was an apartment. he always knew where to go, your weakest and most sensitive spots— forever engraved into his mind. with your eyes starting to roll back, you squeal out a shaky, “i l-love you.”

“cock drunk already?” he fake pouts, a smile curling against his lips before he slowly starts to thrust into you. the moans that left your mouth were incredibly melodic, a mere harmony he was listening to. toji couldn’t help but grin at your sweet words of whimpers of how much you loved him, losing yourself completely on his cock. “but i love you more, princess,” and he feels your ankle scrape further down his tense back muscles. a rigorous surge of wind forcefully plucks from your lungs and you struggle to suppress your own whines. so good, so thick. toji squeezes your hand tightly, giving your forehead another chaste kiss. “how’s it feel? ‘s slow enough for you, baby?”

“good, y—yes, ‘toj,” you whimper, both hands throwing around his broad neck, over his high rising shoulders. he was merely nude, only wearing a white tee to follow. the chain that was wrapped around his neck dangles against your face every so often and you mewl out a sweet desperate sob for more. “touch me more toji, p-please. touch me.”

he snickers. “oh. am i not touchin’ you?”

you pout and he’s enjoying your brief irritation. whenever you were getting frustrated—you always had such cute expressions, especially when your lip frowns up or your eyebrows twitch to show your sheer vex. with a sigh, you grumble, “kiss me, toji. i want a kiss.”

“you . . want a kiss?” he softly coos, his voice was as smooth as silk. so sweet, deliciously candied with each word he pronounces at you. the rasp underneath his tone only made you throb for an even longer time. with an eyebrow raise, toji accelerates his hips before he feels your gummy walls stretch out perfectly. you were so good for him, so fucking good. his cock rummages inside of you to where your eyes were merely reaching the sockets. until all you saw was nothing but black, an entire void of straight nothingness. as your eyes remain stuck back into the very depths of your cranium, he’s always loved looking at your dramatic expressions—especially whenever he was on top of you. “say please. ‘m bein’ soft for right now but don’t forget those manners i taught ya, sweetheart.”

you sigh again and he slyly smiles at your sheer frustration.

“. . pleaseee,” you whine out, dragging your nails down his back. by now, you were sure his back was coated with a few marks from your pointed fingertips. the way your bottom lip pokes out once you pout yet again was so adorable. “kiss me toji, please.”

“anything for the pretty girl,” he murmurs in a soft voice, bringing a rough hand to cup the right side of your face. his pace was just so tantalizingly slow, emitting out all types of whiney moans from your lips. toji leans in and the moment his lips press against yours, you whimper. he’s stuffing you full of inches in the meantime — feeling the way your walls adjust and constrict around him. as both lips are moving in rhythmic tavern, you legs squeeze around his slim jerking waist.

toji’s always been fond of your taste, so glacé. his tongue runs against your bottom lip, tasting your sweet lip gloss before he grunts into your mouth.

thick heavy balls slowly pound into you and his pace was so salaciously relentless that it welts out all kinds of squelches directly from your cunt.

“f-fuuck,” he groans, each pivot he creates only grows more rapid and sloppy. he’s so thorough, the angle makes you whimper into his mouth before you compress around his length tighter. he’s so close up to you, the warmth of his body colliding up against yours makes you throb more. toji’s speaking in between kisses — a string of spit departs each time he leaves, swiping his tongue against your lip before after about a nth amount of kisses later, he finally breaks away. “aw. did i love you too hard, princess? you look a little out of breath.”

“s—shut up,” you moan, clinging onto his back even tighter. he was right though, your lungs were strained and you were panting heavily, heaving. the wind gets yanked out of your throat before you slump back against the bed. “gonna c-cum, toji. gonna cum,” and then you meet his softly coy gaze— he returns the eye contact before you see a bit of tenderness in his dark irises. “please, please let me cum, ‘toj. pleaseee.”

the smile against toji’s lips further— you’re so cute, the way you were chasing your current orgasm. it felt like a wave, an abrupt wave that was about to collide. your cunt holds him hostage before he leans in to kiss the bridge of your nose.

“mwahhh,” he purrs softly, deepening his hits against you before your thighs end up aching underneath near the very undersides. he’s so deep that your jaw dangles open. hot breathy puffs of air leave past your lips before he strokes your cheek. “give it to me, baby. c’mon, i got you.”

as he’s talking in such a smoothly polished tone, his words send a plethora of butterflies inside of your stomach.

toji stares at you in such a lovingly way— it last for at least six seconds, he looks like he’s about to say something even further before he stops himself. “aw. don’t space out on me now, gorgeous,” and he strokes your cheek. “squeeze my hand, girl.”

“hngh c-cumming,” you whimper, feeling your stomach seize a few times before you finally climax. it comes at such a speed that you’re taken aback. your own clammy hand grips against his whilst a thumb strokes against his knuckles before he smiles. you’re shaking, convulsing and his cock’s still buried into you from the very hilt. toji leans in, his broad chest pressing against yours before he licks near your neck. you moan, feeling your collarbone start to dampen up from his wet tongue— toji chuckles, watching you spasm out on his length before he stops his hips again. “f-fuck.”

“. . . so cute,” he susurrates, and his deep raspy voice was a mere whisper. he spoke in a hushed tone, staring deeply into your eyes before picking up your hand to kiss it. “do you feel a little better?”

“a— a little,” you inhale a sharp breath, his weight just idly hovering over your hot-tempered body. everything felt so good, it was a reoccurring ring in your ears that always came whenever you were tweaking out on his dick— he’s always loved the twitch your lips make, failing to get your words out whenever you came. in rushed words, you whine out a sweet, “t-thank you toji, thank you,” and he’s taken by surprise once you pull him into nothing more than a sweet hug. “love you.”

it takes him a good minute to reply, he has a playful pout on his lips as he’s still inside—you feel his tip mash against your sweet spot, causing you to whimper against his ear before he kisses the sensitive outer shell of your earlobe.

“oh but i love you more, babygirl,” and you feel him gradually pull out. you frown at the sudden feeling of being empty before he hums at your expression. “now, let’s get some sleep. i’ll even sing you a song, just for you.”

[luvs4matt]

Can you do a fic where the reader has no patiences at all and matt notices that through out the day so he decides to teach her some patiences

— 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 ꨄ 𝐌.𝐒

“awe my needy girl, you’re always so desperate. open your mouth sweetheart”

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 - dom!bf!matt x sub!gf!reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 - when reader has been impatient all day, matt decides to teach her patience

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 - SMUT, p in v, daddy kink, sir kink, praise, degradation?, dumbification, oral (f & m receiving), cum eating?, fingering, nicknames (honey, baby, babygirl, princess, good girl, sweetheart), teasing, dacryphilia, lingerie, orgasm denial, kissing, hickeys, implied after care, use of y/n, if i missed anything please lmk!

with love and stems, cherry ღღ

𝟖:𝟑𝟒 𝐀𝐌

“matt” you whisper “matt” you whisper again shaking his shoulder “hm” he groans “i’m getting in the shower, just letting you know incase you wake up and wonder where i was”

“k” he closed his eyes to return back to sleep, what he didn’t catch onto is that you wanted him to come with you

𝟏𝟏:𝟓𝟔 𝐀𝐌

“baby!” you exclaim running towards him, jumping next to him on the couch “hey, whats got you all happy?” he wraps a arm around your shoulder as you wrap your arms around his waist, throwing a leg over his

“i get to see you” you lightly grind your heat against his thigh but he didn’t notice, taking it as you getting comfortable

he leans down pecking your lips “i’m happy i get to see you too baby”

𝟏𝟐:𝟐𝟕 𝐏𝐌

you grind yourself against him again, hoping he notices this time “you okay sweetheart?” you respond with a ‘mhm’

you wait a couple minutes before glancing up at him, seeing his attention placed on the tv

did he really not notice? you trail your hand down to his v line, maybe he will finally take the hint, he chuckles at your actions “not right now baby” you groan, rolling your eyes

��:𝟎𝟒 𝐏𝐌

you and matt are sat on opposite ends of the couch, his eyes are locked on the tv aswell as his 2 brothers, you on the other hand had your attention on matt

your thighs clenched together, your bottom lip hooked between your teeth, when would he finally fuck you? you rub your thighs together, in hopes of feeling any friction

he looks over at you giving a small smile, you roll your eyes placing your attention on the tv

𝟔:𝟓𝟕 𝐏𝐌

you and matt had reservations for dinner, you guys hadn’t had a date night in awhile “baby” matt looks over at you for a quick second before looking back to the road “hm?”

you lean over the middle console leaving soft kisses on his neck, using one of your hands to graze his arm “why don’t we pull over?”

“after dinner honey, after dinner” you scoff as you lean back into your chair “you okay?” you continue to look out your window “yup.” you respond accentuating the p

“don’t do that baby” you look over at him taking your attention away from nature “do what matt.”

“this, when you have no patience so you get a attitude” you roll your eyes at his words “don’t know what you’re talking about”

matt was going to say something else but decided not to, choosing life over death “alright”

𝟖:𝟒𝟒 𝐏𝐌

as soon as you got home you were out of the car, heading to matts room to change.

you slip off your heels and peel off your dress leaving you in only a matching set of blue lace, in only a matter of seconds you are pulled back against matt “is this for me?”

“mhm, yeah, it is” matt is now the one leaving soft kisses on your neck “i love it, i really really love it” you giggle as you push your hips back into his “yeah?”

“mhm, but.. i think, i need to teach you some patience” he runs his hands up and down your inner thighs “go lay down babygirl” you walk over to the bed and lay down on your back just like he told you to.

he crawls on top of you leaning his head down to kiss your left cheek, then your right cheek, next was your forehead, before he could reach your nose you grab his face bringing him down to kiss you.

“look at you all needy” while his right hand was stabilizing him, his left was caressing your cheek “just shut up and kiss me matt” he ghosts his lips above yours.

you tried to close the space between you two, but matt pulled back every time “mattt” you whine “what is it baby? am i being mean?” you try to connect your lips again, but he pulls back just like every other time “yes, i need you to kiss me, please”

“patients sweetheart” he kisses your nose before moving down to kiss the outer corners of your mouth “if i kiss you will you be a good girl for me?” you nod your head in response “i want to hear you say it”

“ill be a good girl, please kiss me” he finally places his lips on yours. you try to deepen the kiss but matt doesn’t let you.

you groan in annoyance when you try to deepen the kiss again and he doesn’t let you “is something wrong honey?” you whine once again from his teasing words. you bring your face up to kiss him but he stops you

“not until you tell me whats wrong” you look up at him with pleading eyes “i need you, and you won’t touch me”

“oh baby, ill touch you, but you need to learn something first” he tilts his head to the side staring into your eyes “learn what? i’ve been good for you” the hand that was on your cheek is now running up and down the side of your thigh

“i don’t know about that sweetheart, you have been impatient with me all day, and got a little attitude” he starts to leave small teasing kisses on your neck down to your collarbone “m’sorry, please matt, i need it so bad”

“i know angel, i know, just be patient for me mhm?” he kisses down towards your breast’s “can i take this off?” he asks while playing with your bra strap “please do”

you arch your back so he can reach under you to undo the clasp, pulling the blue lace off of your body, he kisses and sucks every where on your tits besides your nipple “stop teasing”

“oh i’m sorry, am i teasing you baby?” you hum a ‘mhm’ as your response “i’m sorry, i know you’re so, so needy” he still avoids your nipple, his kisses traveling down to the damp blue lace.

you open your thighs letting him slide between them. he hooks your thighs over his shoulders before teasing you again.

he kissed your inner thighs, massages your thighs, kissed the lace, he moves your panties to the side making you think he was finally going to give you what you wanted, but no.

he licks the outside of your folds, never going between them “matt stop” you whine “you want me to stop?” he pulls his mouth away from you, his mouth no longer on you.

“no! no! no! don’t stop like that, stop teasing me, please matt” he starts to kiss your bikini line “i’m not teasing you honey, i’m just teaching you a lesson”

“i’ve learned my lesson, i won’t get a attitude with you again, i promise” you beg “this isn’t about your attitude, it’s about you being impatient, which you are being now, so no, you haven’t learned your lesson”

you huff in frustration. your core ached so bad, you needed something, anything.

he continues to leave his marks, sucking hickeys into the skin, you so badly want to beg him for what you want, or buck your hips but hold back so then maybe he will finally give it to you.

he loved teasing you, but teasing you, also meant he was teasing himself.

he so badly wanted to latch his mouth onto your nipple and swirl his tongue around the bud, he wanted to suck on your clit and stick his tongue inside of your soaked entrance, yet he resisted.

he eventually gives in placing a kiss to your clit causing you to gasp “thank you, thank you so much” he sucked on the bud as your hands rakes through his hair.

he moves his mouth down to your entrance now sucking on the hole “fuck!” he slides his tongue inside, working his mouth on you.

he brings his thumb to your clit, rubbing small, slow circles, increasing your pleasure. you had gotten so pent up, that you could already feel your orgasm slowly building up.

you were finally getting the release you’ve needed all day, you wouldn’t have lasted another minute without touch from him. he removes his thumb from your clit, replacing it with his mouth.

you’re a moaning, whining mess under him, yes he had been talking sweetly but his mouth working on you was nothing close to soft and slow. you gasp in surprise when matts middle, and ring finger slipped fully into your cunt.

“oh my god matt!” you moan, his fingers were moving at a fast, yet also slowish speed, but it felt like so much more. “you feel good?” he could feel your approaching orgasm as you clenched around his fingers.

“yes! so good! please don’t stop!” the vibrations of his words sent a shocking feeling down your spine, a good feeling.

you forgot about any of your problems, you forgot about nick, and chris in the house, you forgot about everything, besides matt, matt was all you could think of.

“m’gonna cum!” you squeal “you didn’t ask for permission babygirl” you whine under his touch, knowing you fucked up by not asking him for permission, before warning him that you were dangerously close.

“please daddy! please let me cum!” you buck your hips up into his face, which matt makes sure it doesn’t happen again with the grip he has on your thighs.

“are you sorry?” you were so close to your orgasm that it was painful “yes! yes! i’m so sorry for being impatient with you! please! i need to cum!” you beg.

he pulls his mouth off of you, so you were now face to face, his fingers never stopped though “go ahead beautiful, let daddy see how pretty you look when you cum”

the knot in your stomach snaps, your face contorts in pleasure “thank you!” your jaw was slack as you arch your back.

you are trying to move your body away from his fingers from the overstimulation, but he pulls your body back down, speeding up his movements.

you grip onto his wrist while his name is leaving your mouth like a mantra “matt! matt! matt! matt! matt! s- slow do- o- oh my god! t- to- fuck!” he curls his fingers, finding your most sensitive spot that only he can seem to find.

you grind your hips down into him, chasing a new high that is building up “your doing so good” he praises. “p- please!” you are struggling to speak properly due to the amount of pleasure you’re receiving.

“what is it angel? you wanna cum again? is that it?” he leaves soft, tender kisses on your cheeks “yes! can i?” he looks you in the eyes, his eyes soft, yet also cold and harsh.

“you need it that bad?” he teases “yes! i need it so bad, daddy please!” only erotic noises filled the room, echoing off the walls “cum.” he looks between your face, and where you and his fingers meet, watching the white sticky liquid gush all over his fingers for the second time that night.

he rides you through your high before pulling his fingers out of you, sucking them clean.

he leans in connecting your lips in a sloppy kiss, his tongue explores your mouth not missing a centimeter. he swallows the moan that leaves your mouth when you taste yourself on his tongue.

you separate for a quick second by his shirt coming between you two as he pulls it off of himself, but are quickly joined back together. you were extremely sensitive, but also desperately yearning for him to be inside of you.

“ill give you what you want princess, just ask nicely” he muttered against your lips “please fuck me daddy, i want you” you kiss along his jaw, sucking small marks.

the rattle of matts belt fills your ears, he slips his pants off of his legs, throwing them in the floor, except his belt.

he rolls you over onto your stomach, adjusting your leg, “give me your hands baby” you reach your hands behind your back, allowing matt to strap them together.

he runs his tip between your folds, spreading your arousal around “you gonna take it all?”

“yes, yes sir. i- ill take it all, i promise” he thrusts inside of you fully with one swift movement, you were finally getting what you wanted, you were finally filled by him.

he doesn’t move, waiting for you to thank him, which takes you a few moments to realize “thank you so much daddy, thank you for giving me what i needed” his movements started slow, and sensual “you’re welcome sweetheart”

he sticks to that pace for probably only a couple seconds max before unexpectedly speeding up to a animalistic speed “oh my fuck!” he has one hand on your ass, while the other is on your waist

“you really think i was gonna go soft on you, after all you did” you dig your hands into the sheets as much as you can “you were being such a bad girl, and bad girls don’t get rewarded, they get punished.”

you attempt to speak but no words leave your mouth, only deep moans “dumb already? is this dick that good?” he chuckles “u- uh huh!” his dynamic changing so quickly threw you off, but not in a bad way “god, you can’t even speak, acting like such a needy slut, are you? are you my needy little slut?”

“mhm!” he leaves a harsh slap on your ass, scolding you “use your words y/n.” it takes you a minute to be able to actually speak “y- yes! i- i’m your n- needy slut!” you stutter

matt always finds it adorable how easily you became a stuttering, whimpering mess underneath his touch. within a matter of seconds you would be like putty. you wouldn’t be able to speak, wouldn’t be able to move anything besides your hands, when he used toys on you, your body could barely even function correctly.

you never reacted with any other man like you do with matt. matt learned everything you liked and disliked, and he always did what you liked most, as soon as he would see your face turn into discomfort he would change his angle to watch your face turn back to pleasure.

the most you could ever do is let out a string of pleads followed by his name “you gonna cum baby?” your breath hitches as you grip onto the sheets “please! yes!”

he moves inside of you a few more times before stopping “no! why did you stop?” you whine “I’m not ready to let you cum yet”

you move your hips to bounce on his cock, which matt quickly puts a stop to.

“why are you being mean” matt leans down, kissing your shoulder “because your easy honey” you whine at his words “don’t worry, i’ll let you cum if you’re a good girl”

he restarts his movements while turning you onto your stomach, also re-building your orgasm.

the pressure in your stomach was building faster than before “m’close!” he kisses your spine, just how he did your shoulder “ill be nice honey, go ahead, cum”

you release all over his cock, a white ring left close to the base. after he rides out your high, he pulls out as he unties your hands “get on your knees” you lazily pick your body off the bed, kneeling down on the floor in front of him.

you go to wrap your hands around him, but he grabs your wrists. you start to feel tears run down your face in frustration “daddy please, i want your cock” he tilts his head to the side, making eye contact.

“hey, its okay. you can touch me once i tell you, you can” he takes one of his hands off of your wrists, using it to wipe your tears “this is why you need to learn to have patience, when you don’t have any, you don’t get what you want, and we don’t want that do we?”

“no, i’m sorry, please let me suck your cock, i’m your good girl, i promise” you cry, tears are streaming down your face, wanting nothing more than to have his tip hitting the back of your throat.

“awe my needy girl, you’re always so desperate. open your mouth sweetheart” he rubs his tip against your tongue before slowly sliding down your throat.

your mouth was finally full of him, just how you wanted “is this what you wanted?” he teases. you nod your head as you start to move your head up and down on him.

you had a grip on his thighs, meanwhile his hands were in your hair helping you take him all. small praises left his mouth, when you take him faster by each passing second.

‘doing so good princess’

‘being such a good girl’

‘why can’t you always be this good for me?”

“you can and you will swallow all of my cum, understand?” you nod as a response, not wanting to take your mouth off of him just yet. matt wasn’t happy with that, he pulls out of your mouth, giving you a demanding look.

“yes sir” he thrusts back in your mouth, fucking your face. thank god for your no gag reflex, because how deep and fast he was going, you would be more than gagging.

you feel him twitch in your mouth signaling he’s close. “m’gonna cum in that pretty throat of yours” you moan at the thought of his actions, giving him more pleasure.

“fuck! i’m cumming princess, m’cumming” he groans as he spills his seed down your throat.

he pulls out of your mouth, panting from his orgasm before he speaks “open” you open your mouth, sticking out your tongue, showing no leftover cum in your mouth.

“i knew you could do it” he helps you stand up, watching how you struggled to walk he picked you up “come on honey, let me clean you up.”

© LUVS4MATT

a/n - i hope this meets your expectations anon! and if you don’t like it i am sorry, i literally spent 3-4 days on this bc i didn’t know what to write LMAO😭 THANK YOU FOR 300!!!

[runariya]

hhiii!! im thinking a lot about a jungkook ex & loml he would be so cute arrrghl

🎤 n maybee 🥰+🤫 ?

(idolverse+fluff+smut) part of the prompt game pairing: idol!Jungkook x ex-gf! female reader genre: idolverse, Exes2L, fluff, smut warnings: references to a few good and bad milestones of BTS, allusion to oral (m. receiving), breakup, mentions of one (1) dating attempt of OC, mentions of 190811 JK because duh, Jungkook is a petty ex, various hair colours, Times Square JK, fluff, smut, they’re both needy and desperate, big dick JK, possessiveness, dirty talk, bad language, face grabbing, mouth spitting, kind of dry humping but without clothes (?), slight dom!JK, babygirl, unprotected sex (you should all be old enough to know the consequences), slight breeding kink, hair pulling, love confessions, rough and desperate sex, a little bit of angst, Jungkook is a romantic, naked proposal, lmk if I forgot smth word count: 2.512

a/n: guess who got a bit carried away with this ask? THAT'D BE ME! 🥸

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You lived through it all. Through every storm and golden dawn alike, you’ve walked beside him—Jungkook, through the raw and uncertain trainee years, standing shoulder to shoulder when he made that long-awaited debut with your other friends, with the cheers of a scattered handful of ARMYs filling the gaps of an empty room. And you—always there, even when unjustified criticism hit them like fists in the dark, when the suffocating shadows of hate and pushbacks tried to choke out their light. You were there when sleepless nights were a currency, and saesangs turned life into a nightmare not fit for the faint-hearted. You were there during all those late-night talks, when exhaustion and doubt dragged them to the brink of disbandment, and you—you, held onto them with all the strength you had left.

You lived through it all. You walked this path with him, through the milestones of glory—their first triumphant entrance on the Billboard 200, the moment they lent their voices to a UNICEF campaign, the awe that filled you as you stood in the last rows of that historic U.N. speech, watching them rise and rise as if they could never stop. You were there when the sold-out stadiums roared, when Jungkook’s nerves shook just before he walked onto that colossal stages, and in the quiet moments behind the curtains, you became his grounding, his release—your lips open, throat pulsing around his dick as the world waited for him to sing.

Once, you believed, truly, that what you had was unbreakable, a love of once-in-a-lifetime, and you knew—*knew*—that Jungkook felt it too. It was there, lingering in every glance, every touch, every whispered word. And because, when the breaking point finally came, when one triumph followed another, when at long last, *finally*, the whole world, not just ARMY, recognised their worth, when the frantic pace of success nearly swallowed them whole, you made your decision. You walked away—not out of lost love, no, never that. Love was still there, burning too fiercely for words. But you thought you were sparing him, thought you were freeing him from another tether, another weight pulling him down, when his focus should be solely on his dream, his passion. You thought, perhaps, you were doing the right thing, even despite the way his pleas and tears seared themselves into your memory, begged you to stay, haunting you even now, even when your eyes aren’t closed. 

Those days after the breakup—they were bitter and cold—not easy, not for either of you. You saw him on screen, thriving, yes, but hurting in a way you knew all too well. The incident in November 2019—your first and only date after the split, after Jungkook, when a stitch couldn’t leave his mouth shut, reaching Jungkook’s ears, and suddenly his performance at the Lotte Family Concert became something else altogether—savage, fierce, almost a message to you, reverberating through the very core of your being. Something shifted the air back then, in him, in you, in the whole world.

You realised then, that Jungkook wasn’t just an ex, but a petty one at that. You should have known better. One offhand comment in passing to his mother about his hair—how you missed the look of it untouched by dye, lamenting that his soft, natural locks were lost beneath the constant colouring—and suddenly, every week he was colouring it anew, as though each hue was a small act of rebellion against you. The games continued—the thirst traps, the little taunts, even in every piece of merch he touched, designs you once dreamt up together in those hazy trainee years. You, lying beside him in the cramped dorm, building fragile sandcastles of what could be, of dreams yet unspoken. And now, those same castles crumbled as he used them to fuel his quiet, calculated rebellion.

And yet, somehow, it was still a surprise when the text arrived. Jungkook himself, inviting you to his surprise gig at Times Square. You hesitated, wrestling with your pride, your pain. But in the end, for old times’ sake, you relented—just one last favour, you told yourself.

And now, here you stand. He had slipped out of the room just after you arrived, and you watch from the window as the world goes wild, Jungkook commanding the stage as effortlessly as he breathes. The ache within you deepens, the love, the longing—they haven’t dimmed in all those years, not even for a moment.

When he finally returns, still glistening with sweat, fresh from the exhilaration of the performance, his presence floods the room, the light he is piercing every fibre of your being. 

"Hey," he breathes through his panting, that soft voice slipping through the air like a secret only you are meant to hear. He smiles, and the familiarity of it twists your gut in the worst way possible. He grabs and drowns a bottle of water in one go, his Adam’s apple bobbing in a way that sends your heart skipping, unbidden.

And you, standing there, trying to hold your composure as the man who once was yours invades your very senses. Every drop of sweat that trickles down his neck, every movement of his tattooed arms, every unspoken memory lingering in the air. You can’t stop the surge of arousal, the way your body betrays you as your thighs press together, seeking some small relief from the tension he brings.

And when Jungkook motions for you to sit beside him on that small loveseat, your legs, weak and trembling, carry you there almost on instinct. His thigh brushes against yours as he sits down, the touch so achingly familiar it almost hurts too much to bear. You feel that old connection, sparking back to life with everything said, with everything kept in silence between you.

“I invited you here for a reason,” he murmurs, leaning forward, elbows on his knees, the sincerity in his gaze captivating your every thought. "I can’t keep on going like this," he continues after a short pause, voice weighted with something deeper than exhaustion, something that seems to eat him alive.

You respond with a gentle push, instinctively deflecting, faking an easygoing happiness. "But you're doing so well, Jungkook. Your dream’s finally yours. You can’t walk away now."

“It’s not about that,” he replies, quieter now, as though his resolve softens in the space between your words.

Jungkook straightens, taking your hand, his inked fingers finding yours with that familiar tenderness, like all the lost days between you never happened. He strokes your soft skin, the gesture so achingly reminiscent of the way he used to hold you, back when the world somehow seemed simpler, back when the two of you were all you needed.

His voice deepens, the softness in his tone soothing like your very personal lullaby. "I can’t live another day without you by my side." 

His words shake your heart, each syllable removing the distance that time and hurt had created. Your eyes tremble, silver lining your lash line, as silence is everything that escapes your mouth. 

Jungkook leans in, gently tucking a stray lock of hair behind your ear. “I love you,” the confession rolling from his lips like something inevitable, as though it was always meant to be spoken, in the past, in this moment, and in every possible future. “I still love you, with everything I am. And I know you feel it too. Let’s not try again—we’re beyond that. I know we’re meant to be. Let’s just be together.”

Your lips quiver as the dam finally breaks, silent tears slipping down your cheeks. There’s no noise, no grand release, just a quiet cascade of everything you’ve held in and pushed back for so long. And in that stillness, you finally find your voice, speaking every word out of the depth of your soul. “Yes, Kook, please.”

Your lips crash into his with a force that makes your whole body tremble. You push him back with such ferocity that he’s not able to keep sitting upright, and before you know it, you’re climbing on top of him, his hands digging into your sides, pulling you closer, as though he could never have you close enough. His tongue teases along your lips, the cool metal of his lip piercings brushing your skin, sending another wave of hot arousal out of you. You open your mouth, letting him in. His taste is the same—mint drops, just like all those years ago—and it awakens a hunger in you, a longing that has only grown more ravenous with time.

Your fingers tangle in his soft hair, pulling at it, at the black fabric of his dress shirt, ripping the buttons open as though the world outside doesn’t exist. Jungkook is just as frenzied, stripping you of your clothes, his own following without a beat, the desperation between you highlighting, almost painful, as if trying to make up for all the lost time. You’ve seen him on screen, admired the way his body has changed, matured, but nothing could have prepared you for the reality of him. Jungkook looks like a greek god carved from marble, every muscle sculpted to perfection, and his cock stands proud, thick and throbbing like a prize waiting to be claimed.

“I’m never letting you go again,” he rasps, pulling you up with him, your legs wrapping around his tiny waist, your slick cunt brushing against him with each step he takes.

Jungkook carries you to the table nearby, lips never leaving yours, kissing you as though he might devour you, and as his mouth travels down your neck, over your collarbone, and to your breasts, as he sweeps everything off the table with a careless shove, lowering you onto it, you think you found euphoria just then.

“Jungkook,” you moan, arching into him as his tongue flicks over your nipple, his hand pinching and twisting your other, his hips grinding against your dripping core with a raw need that nearly sends you spiralling right then and there.

“I’m going to chain you to me,” he growls against your skin. “Going to fuck you until you’re too dumb to walk away again.”

“Yes,” you whimper, as your body clenches and trembles, your release washing over you like a wave, too intense to hold back, the stimulation from his hands, his mouth, his cock rubbing against your slick folds just too overwhelming.

“Fucking scream my name,” he demands, grabbing your face roughly, forcing your mouth open with his thumb and forefinger.

“Jungkook,” you gasp, his cock sliding through your wetness as you come down from your high. You try to close your mouth, but he spits into it, his eyes dark with lust, watching you swallow with a mix of satisfaction and need.

“That’s right, babygirl,” he smirks lazily. “I’m going to fuck you stupid now. You’re still on birth control?”

“Yes,” you manage to breathe, trembling as he grabs his cock, pumping it a few times before lining up with your entrance, clenching in anticipation.

“Shame,” he growls, his words dripping with dark desire. “Would love to fuck a baby into you, show everyone who you belong to.”

His words make you moan, your body responding to the filthy promise in his voice. “Oh, you like that, don’t you, baby girl?” he grins.

He grabs a fistful of your hair, dragging your mouth to his as he thrusts into you, his cock filling you completely, stretching you in a way that brings a sharp, sweet pain, the kind of pain you’ve been craving for years. You cry his name into his mouth, every inch of you vibrating with the sensation of him.

“Fuck, I love you so much,” he groans. “You’re the fucking love of my life.” His pace picks up, becoming relentless, his hips slamming into you, desperate to make up for all the years you were apart.

You drink him in, the sight of him so raw and beautiful—his eyebrows drawn together, eyes squeezed shut, head thrown back in ecstasy. His hands grip the back of your knees, pulling you towards him, keeping you close as he drives into you over and over, the rough surface of the table scraping your lower back. His balls and thighs slap against your ass with such force that you know you’ll be bruised, but you welcome it. You embrace every desperate thrust, every rough touch, pouring all of yourself into this moment.

“Fuck, Jungkook, I’m coming,” you cry out, gripping his arms for support, feeling yourself unravel under the intensity of it all.

“Fucking come for me! Cream my cock like you’re made for it.”

His words send you over the edge, your body shattering into a million stars, as brilliant and infinite as the ones that glimmer in Jungkook’s eyes when he looks down at you. And you know, in that moment, that you’re home. Truly home, where everything makes sense.

Your cunt clenches around him, and that’s all it takes to push him into his own release. He lets out a deep, guttural groan, his body buckling over you as he empties himself inside you, his breath mingling with yours, his heart pounding against your chest, both of you lost in the blissful haze of it all.

You stroke the back of his head tenderly, feeling his racing heartbeat gradually slow, matching the rhythm of your own.

When you both finally come down from the high, you lock eyes. His boyish smile spreads across his face, just like it did all those years ago, and you can’t help but mirror it.

“Chain me to you, hm?” you tease, your eyes gleaming with playful mischief. “That’s not the romantic Jungkook I know.”

A blush creeps up his cheeks and ears as he pulls out of you, grabbing the discarded tissue box from the floor to clean you both up without saying a word. But you notice the growing tension in his body, the slight shift in his demeanour, and a flicker of unease stirs in you.

“Kook?” you ask carefully, but he only glances at you briefly before turning to his duffel bag in the corner of the room, rummaging through it.

When he turns back around, your heart plummets to the floor. It’s not fear or worry that seizes you, but the overwhelming brightness of joy, happiness so intense it almost paralyses you.

“I’ve carried this with me since our first stadium tour,” he says softly, stepping closer. “But I was always too scared I wasn’t enough.”

He kneels before you, still naked, and you don’t allow yourself to breathe, to blink. “___, will you do me the honour of marrying me?”

Tears stream from your eyes once more, and you nod, unable to speak for a moment, your heart bursting like a confetti gun with every emotion under the sun. Finally, you whisper, “Yes,” and kiss him, knowing without a doubt that he’s the one. Always was, always will.

[villifix]

it seemed a lot of people liked the brother-in-law merle headcanons and a couple of people like the idea of uncle merle, so... let's talk about how you and daryl make merle an uncle :)

─•~❉᯽❉~•──•~❉᯽❉~•──•~❉᯽❉~•─

• you get pregnant not long after the group settles in alexandria

• merle keeps his distance from you while you're pregnant

• your hormones are all over the place, you go from laughing to crying at the drop of a dime, and any time he opens his mouth around you, he's always saying the wrong thing

• daryl has to play mediator so that you don't kill him, even though sometimes daryl considers doing it himself

• like when merle mentioned how big you were getting during your second trimester... *sigh*

• you cried

• daryl snapped

• it was... not a good day

• so he stays away for the most part, asking daryl when he wants to know how you're doing. he occasionally brings you some snacks that he must have stolen from the pantry, but you're always too hungry to care about how he got them

• first time merle actually calls you his sister out loud is after you've given birth and he holds his niece for the first time

• "atta girl, baby sister. you did real good."

• he is BEAMIIIINNGGG

• his eyes are just a little wet because the air is dry, that's all...

• he had wanted a nephew so bad, but the second he sees her, his heart grows three times it's size

• he was convinced that dixons could only make boys, but here he is holding a little dixon girl, daryl's babygirl, and she's the most precious thing he's ever seen

• constant jokes about needing a paternity test

• "i'm just saying, that nose is lookin' more like mine than yours, maybe your girl slipped into the wrong bed one night-" "shut the hell up, merle"

• merle always gives you a little wink to show he's just being an ass and not actually accusing you of such a thing

• which daryl knows. it doesn't annoy him any less, though

• never allowed to babysit EVERRRR. if your daughter isn't with aunt carol or aunt maggie, then she's at the grimes house. merle always has choice words about it

• okay, well... he babysits a couple times. and your daughter was returned back each time covered in dirt. one time merle carries her up to the door with wet pant legs pulled up to her knees and bits of leaves still strewn in her hair

• "oh... you had a fun time with uncle merle, huh?" "damn right she did, mamas. taught 'er how to catch frogs. babydoll, tell yer mama what a frog says!" "bib-bit!" "she's learnin'."

• saying the name merle is too complicated for your daughter's limited articulation, so she just calls him 'unca' while she's learning to talk.

• when your daughter DOES start to articulate...

• "son of a bitch!" "bitch!" "ha! that was good! wait- nah, nah, don't say that- aw, shit..." "shit!" "no!"

• he refuses to own up to it

• "merle! why's my daughter cursin' like a fuckin' sailor?" "well, darleena, sounds to me like she's gettin' it from you!"

• he's the favorite uncle (after aaron - your daughter adores aaron)

• rick's lowkey offended by it and tries to subtly bribe your daughter into saying she likes him more

• "uncle dick!"

• ...

• "... are you kiddin' me?" "don't know where she learned that from. must be a good judge'a character."

little bonus that doesn't have to do with uncle merle: it's really up to you, but i like to think that you and daryl would have agreed to name your daughter beth 🥺 you would have suggested the name, knowing that part of daryl never really healed after her death, and he would freeze. forgets how to breathe for a second as the memories wash over him. and then he would blink really fast as he feels his eyes start to water and he'd give you that soft little nod he does when he's trying not to cry. PLEASE- 😭

[schoenpepper]

Intro: You choose the correct answer. Obviously.

Warnings: bad grammar, awful writing, photos aren't mine, too much simping, swear words, google translated German, does Vil in a dress offend you? then go fuck urself

A/N: My love my darling my sweetheart my cutie pie babygirl dearie honey my honeybunch sugarplum pumpyumpykin sweetiepie cuppycake snookums ookums my dommy mommy queen dominatrix babygirl please step on me please degrade me hurt me berate me love me adore me drive your six inch stilettos through my guts and kiss me

Masterlist

Your fingers toy with the item on your palm. A delicate gold ring with leaf motifs and small diamonds, a round purple crystal in the middle. You're not too sure what it is, but it reminds you of his eyes: sparkling and bright, bringing their own shimmer wherever they reach. It's breathtaking. He's breathtaking. You haven't even seen him yet, and you already know he'll be stunning.

It's a little nerve-wracking.

Vil Schoenheit is always at the center of attention.

(At the very least, he'll always be the center of yours.)

You look out the window of the carriage in an attempt to distract yourself from your own thoughts. The trees lining the path seem to stretch upward as they yearn for the sun. The wildflowers are slowly wilting with the oncoming blaze of summer heat. You catch a glimpse of a creature lurking in the depths of the forest, waiting for its chance to strike.

(He's still in your head.)

The coachman opens the door for you and helps you step off the carriage before riding away, leaving you to marvel alone at the marble steps that lead to your destination. If you enter now, can you say with full confidence that the shining star, that beautiful prince of the Elven Empire, is your date? Will they assume that you meant it in a friendly sense? Even you don't have the answers to those questions. Whether or not he thinks of you as a friend isn't important to you; what matters is whether or not he sees you as something more. Maybe you'll get your answer tonight. Maybe you won't.

But you'll take the chance.

You have to.

The party's just starting to fill up when you arrive, yet too many people that you don't know are around you. None of your friends are here yet. It's the moment of quiet you've been looking for. Maybe, in the middle of all these strangers, you can finally think. Alone. Crystal chandeliers reflect rainbow light onto marble tiles, while colorful flowers are held inside glass vases, perched onto tables and pedestals every few steps. The music is yet to unfold into a glorious symphony, missing a few instruments to complete its melody. Your steps are drowned out in the sea of people as you walk yourself into a corner. Think, then.

Where is he?

Again, you are consumed by memories of lavender-tipped blond hair and lilac eyes, of fair and flawless skin, and everything that's him. Your eyes are always searching for him, skin always yearning for his touch.

(Gods, aren't you just pathetic?)

Your query is answered today through a series of quiet gasps and heads turning in a specific direction. You walk back to the center of the ballroom to see if it's him (of course it is; would anyone else be so blinding?).

Pure black silk is draped over his lean figure like a waterfall, reflecting a midnight sky in its satiny shine, with black chiffon sleeves billowing like a cape over his shoulders. A gold belt, carved like crawling vines, cinches his waist and matches the gold wreath that sat atop his hair. Long legs and shiny gold stilettos peek out from the high slit on his dress; a chunky gold collar-style necklace sits pretty on his collarbones; a gold vine bangle climbs from one shoulder down just above his elbow; and chunky gold hoops are clipped on his pointed ears. When Vil's eyes meet yours, you almost fall to the ground. The dark winged eyeshadow and metallic gold eyeliner, the matte black lipstick, and the gold patterns drawn on his cheek that signifies his status as elven royalty—

Breathe.

ohgodsohfuckohshitohwhatthehell—

You're forced to avert your gaze as you bring your hands up to cup your warm cheeks. He looks like divinity incarnate, and it's driving you just a little crazy.

"Y/N."

Okay. It's driving you very crazy.

"Senpai." You hate that your voice is so quiet and meek, and you just know you look like a tomato right now. A quick glance at other people confirms that you're not the only one killed by his charm, so there's that for consolation, at least. "You look beautiful tonight." It's an understatement, but you can neither look at him right now nor conjure any words more fitting for the vision. You deal with what you can.

"Oh, are you shy?" Vil chuckles as he tilts your chin up with one manicured finger. "Look at me. It would be a waste of all my efforts if my date refused to even look me in the eye." You notice he's wearing a ring, just a simple band, but with a familiar purple stone embedded into it. When you look into his eyes, however, your brain activity reverts back to that of a neanderthal.

"Do you think I'm beautiful?"

You nod.

"Are you glad you chose me as your date?"

You nod again.

"Would you like a kiss?"

You no—wait, um, fuck, what?!

Soft lips press onto yours for an annoyingly short kiss. Just a peck, really. It's enough to scramble your mind and get you to blue screen, though. "There we are, potato. My, you look disgraceful." He rubs off the small smudge of lipstick from the corner of your mouth. "Did you not choose a smudge-proof product? You should have; it's always best to be prepared."

Prepared for what???

"Senpai, um, would you like to dance...?" Good job; you've managed to stutter out a near-coherent invitation.

Vil leads the waltz because you're not feeling too great right now. Looking into his eyes makes you accidentally step on his dress, looking at his heels makes you distracted by the way the fabric sways to show his legs, and not looking at your partner makes you unable to dance correctly. In short, you manage to make an utter fool of yourself in a three-minute dance that's taught even to four-year-olds. In your defense, you truly believe anyone dancing with a partner like this would be in the exact same situation as you. "Hm, perhaps we should take a break by the buffet table. Would drinking some water clear your head?" You follow him and thank him when he hands you a glass of water.

He's hot, fine, whatever. But why does he need to be kind and considerate too? Does he really want everyone to fall for him?!

You know your thoughts are stupid and unfair on his part. You take another sip of your water and try to look at him again. It's okay; the three minutes of dancing have desensitized you already. Really. "Is something on my face, dear?" And your eyes are back to the glass of water.

He called me dear! What the fuck?!

"After you've finished, perhaps we can go for a stroll in the gardens? I think we'd both enjoy a quiet moment together, mein liebe."

You take a deep breath.

May whatever deity that wasn't defeated in the wars millennia ago hear your plea and give you mercy

Try Again?

[thefallennightmare]

Tina I have a REALLY dirty thought that won't leave my head. So enjoy:

Matt &/or Noah, having you pinned to the bed, as he achingly slowly takes his time, petting and rubbing your overstimulated, over sensitive, dripping wet pussy. Just teasing your clit over and over again, until you're crying from the pleasure, and audible to speak. You can only make soft little whimpering sounds.

And him saying "sshh. I know babygirl. I know." In such a soft, gentle, sweet way, As he peppers your jaw and neck and cheeks with soft, gentle kisses. And he whispers "just gimme another one, then I promise we're all done babygirl. Gimme another one. You can do it. For me." In such a caring, encouraging, sappy way.

All because while he was away at studio, you'd had such a bad, awful, rough day whether it was from answering work emails or just the amount of chores was overwhelming. Or an ex called you one too many times.

And you've never been a brat before. Never. You've been so so so good, this whole relationship. And now you're one, tiny little someone breathes at you wrong, away from absolutely exploding.

So you call Matt &/or Noah trying SO hard to be so polite and not come off as demanding. But per usual, he can ALWAYS tell when you're having an off day.

So he comes home and now you're here, pinned under him, as he praises you, telling you "what a good girl you are for me." And "such a good girl for not bein a brat" and "good girl, asking so nicely for my help."

As he trails warm kisses down your shoulders, and as you finally cum for the umpteenth time, shaking from how intense it is. He let's you hold him tight and snuggle into him as you come down.

and he lays beside you, holding you protectively and gently rubbing your back, and combing his fingers through your hair, til you're able to speak again.

He runs you a hot bath afterward, and he takes such good care of you. Cause he's the aftercare king of course.

IT'S NOT EVEN THE AFTERNOON YET! But I need to add just a smidge more to this if ya don't mind. A little Feral Friday if ya will.

Matt's sweet words are easing away the stress of the day as his fingers work intricate circles on your clit, bringing you closer to the edge. Your body is ready to collapse, give in to your final orgasm, and he kisses you slowly. He wants to take his time with your lips, savoring how they always taste like your favorite lip balm and it drove him mad.

Your hands worked through his hair, loving how soft it felt between your fingers. He would never admit it, but secretly held those moments close to his heart when you would braid it.

"You've got one more for me, baby," he cooed in your ear.

You lazily shook your head. "I can't."

Matt smiled devilishly and stopped drumming his fingers went a warm mouth closed over your clit, sucking up your already dripping arousal.

"Yes you can, angel," Noah's breath fanned over your clit after he pulled away. "You know you can. For us."

[honey-on-your-tongue]

reader having no experience wiith sex so she asks jake to teach her

The way I saw this in my inbox a couple days ago and I FRRRR cannot stop thinking about it omggg 😩😩😩😩😩😩

You know that your relationship with Jake is different. All your other friends only talk about being courted and taking long walks to talk, getting gifts and giving gifts, making bracelets and hair beads together...they never talk about...it.

You're not really sure what it is, if you're honest. Jake has just always had a different way of doing things, and you simply don't object. He'll touch you under your loincloth until you're moist, he'll lick your nipples until they harden, and then he'll rub at this one spot between your thighs that has you jerking and quivering until the sensation is too much and you feel like you'll die. And then it happens, that wonderful sensation of release that leaves you breathless and gasping, shaking as Jake kisses it all way.

He's done it to you a couple of times, and you've currently found yourself more curious than before to find out what's under his loincloth and if you can make him feel the same.

That's why, one day, when you and Jake are spooning in the forest, far away from the others, and his hands start wandering to your thighs, caressing between them, hinting that he's going to work his magic again, you ask, “Why do you touch me there?”

Jake freezes for a moment before he kisses your shoulder. “Does it make you uncomfortable?” he questions, not unkindly.

You shake your head. “No. I just...don't understand why you do it,” you reply.

“Well, it feels good, doesn't it?”

You nod. “It does, but...why do you never let me touch you?” you question, and Jake chuckles softly.

“Because you don't owe me anything, babygirl,” he tells you, his hands crawling higher, towards your cunt.

You insist, “If I...if I touch you, will it feel good for you, too?”

At this, Jake props himself up on his elbow so he can glance down at your face. “Nobody's ever told you?”

You fold your ears back as you meet his gaze. “Well, they...I mean, uh. I know that two people can mate, I just...don't really understand how it works,” you say. Then, with a sudden idea sparking in your brain, you ask, “Do-do you know?”

Jake nods, caressing a hand down the soft skin of your arm. “I do.”

You swallow, ears folding back before you question, “Can you teach me?”

Jake raises an eyebrow. “You want me to teach you?” he asks. “Not just explain it?”

You shake your head, sitting up and looking him straight in the face. “I want to do it,” you tell him. “I want to do it with you.”

Jake's pupils widen, his ears perked as he studies you with care. “You're serious,” he says, sounding almost surprised.

You nod. “I am. Can you teach me?”

Jake smiles softly, a cocky, sexy smile. “If you insist,” he says.

You offer him an excited little grin before your eyes trail down his body. “You've seen me bare so many times,” you start, caressing one of his thick thighs, slowly gliding higher, and Jake's eyes turn predatory as they watch you. “But I've never seen you bare.”

Jake's ears twitch, as if the words were unreal. “Are you sayin' you wanna see me, baby?”

You nod somewhat shyly, eyes big and eager, and Jake smirks. He stands, towering over you, and undoes his loincloth. He allows the garment to fall away, and your eyes fall on his cock, long and hard, the head growing a dark blue, a shiny bead of liquid forming on the tip.

You glance up at him, curious, and ask, “Can I touch it?”

Jake smirks. “You've got it all hard and excited, 'f course you can touch it, girl.”

You crawl closer to him, kneeling in front of him and resting your ass on your ankles before you raise one of your hands to him. You're timid in the way you touch him, fingers caressing the thick head. You're surprised when it jerks at your touch, and you glance up at him, amazed.

He chuckles at the look of awe across your face. Such an innocent, inexperienced little thing. And Jake, so ready to corrupt you.

You run a finger up his underside, making Jake inhale sharply, before you slowly wrap your hand around him. Jake's watching you, cock pulsing in your grasp.

As a sudden idea overcomes you, you lean toward Jake and press a soft, light kiss to the tip, tasting the salty liquid that oozes from it.

Jake hisses quietly and you can't glance away from him. For some reason, doing this has you wet between the thighs, just like when he touches you.

“I feel funny,” you tell him, your cheeks blushing. “Feels like when...when you touch me between the legs. But you're not touching me, and I'm all wet.”

At this, Jake groans, the mere idea driving him crazy. “Well, baby, that's why I'm so fuckin' hard,” he tells you. “I can help you without using my hands or my mouth. Just with my cock.”

You look surprised. “How?”

Jake smiles down at you. “I can show you. But first, I need you to lie down f'r me and spread your legs wide, 'kay?”

You agree, lying on your back and spreading your legs, hastily removing your loincloth and tossing it aside. Jake kneels on the ground between your thighs, one of his hands falling to your cunt and tracing a finger between your folds.

You hum softly, quietly, and Jake says, “'m gonna put a finger in you, alright?”

You meet his gaze. “Inside?” you ask him, and he nods.

“I promise it won't hurt, baby. I'll be gentle, and if you want me to stop, you just have to tell me, alright?”

You nod. “Okay,” you tell him, your voice breathy.

He touches an unexplored part of your cunt, so close to where that ache spreads from your womb. He prods at the entrance softly, slowly, gathering all that wetness before pushing his middle finger into you.

The feeling sends a shock of relief through you and you gasp, pussy clenching around his finger. Jake watches your reaction, carefully studying you in case you want him to stop. Instead, you beg, “Deeper. Please, this feels s'good!”

He chuckles, pushing his finger as deep in as it'll go, until his knuckle is pressing against your folds.

You close your eyes as Jake begins curling his finger upward, touching a spongy spot inside you that has you squirming. He's never put his fingers inside you before, and you wish he had. It feels so amazing, you can't believe you've been missing out on this.

“I-I don't understand,” you say through the haze of pleasure. “What does this have to do with your...with your cock?” The moment you say the word, you blush, your cheeks darkening and your ears flattening against your head.

Jake laughs softly. “You're so adorable,” he says quietly. Then, he replies, “I can put my cock in you, baby, and it'll feel even better.”

You open your eyes, meeting Jake's thick gaze, and ask, “You'll put it inside?”

Jake nods. “If you want me to, baby. Only if you want me to. Don't feel pressured, mkay?”

You say, “I'm not pressured. I-I want you inside.”

Jake pulls his finger out of you before saying, “Are you sure, girl?”

You nod, spreading your legs some more, your soaked cunt on display for his starved gaze. “Please,” you say softly.

Jake nods gently. He runs the head of his thick cock between your folds, watching your reaction, and then slowly, he pushes into you.

At first, it's a little painful, the way the thick head forces you apart, but once the tip is in, pleasure sparks through you, making you gasp. His girth glides deep inside you with ease, soft and slow, and you arch your back at the feeling of fulness he offers.

“Oh, Goddamn,” Jake grunts when the head of his cock meets your cervix. “Fuck, girl. This pussy's so fuckin' sweet.”

You mewl, mind lost to the ecstasy, unable to even reply from how full you feel. And then Jake starts thrusting into you slowly, making you jerk, your hands reaching for him.

Jake chuckles quietly as he cages your body under his. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer, kissing him. You snake your tongue into his mouth, making him smile against you, softly biting your tongue as it meets his.

You buck your hips up to meet his, his heavy cock pulsing within you. One of Jake's hands wanders to your pussy, playing with your clit, and you gasp.

You pull away from the kiss and say, “Can you—can you go faster?”

Jake smirks as he increases his speed, his hips slamming against yours, the sound of skin on skin loud in the atmosphere. You moan, the pleasure spreading through you, warm and gentle, building up slowly.

You arch your back, whimpering, and Jake says, “'s good, isn't it? My cock so deep inside your pretty cunt.”

You nod, nails digging into the skin of his back, and you wrap a leg around his waist, forcing him deeper. You gasp as the tip threatens to push past your cervix, to fuck right into your womb.

“Try talkin' for me, girl,” he says. “Try answering me, yeah?”

You whine. “I—I can't!” you exclaim, body trembling, your eyes rolling into the back of your head. “Can't-can't talk!”

Jake chuckles quietly. “You poor thing, fucked dumb already?”

You shudder, wanting to beg as the pleasure grasps at your every nerve, as you start seeing stars. There's something you want to ask from him, something you know he can give you, but you can't think straight, can barely keep yourself from fainting from the pleasure.

You open your mouth, trying to ask him something, but instead blurt something that you're not sure you'd intended to say.

“Daddy!” you cry, hips rolling in time with his thrusts. “Daddy!”

Jake moans lowly, the sound of your nickname for him driving him insane. “Goddamn,” he gasps. “You fuckin' precious baby. You're gonna be the death of me, kid.”

You mewl, unsure of why calling him Daddy makes you wetter, why it makes you clench around him.

Jake groans as your pussy grows tighter, as it gets harder for him to thrust in and out of you.

“Daddy! Daddy, 's too much!” you cry, body trembling. You throw your head back, exposing your neck, and Jake bites at the soft flesh.

“Come for me, baby,” he says. “I know you want to. Come all over my cock, hm?”

“Yes!” you gasp. “Yes! Daddy! Fuck!”

The pleasure inflates within you, feeling like a warm bubble that grows and grows and grows, making the edges of your vision dark. You mewl and cry, begging, saying, “Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!”

And then your orgasm washes over you, drowning you in the pleasure, making you feel like you can't breathe. You gasp and shake, crying out, “Oh, Daddy!”

“Fuck!” Jake gasps as he feels you come around him. “D'you know what happens now, baby?” he asks, voice strenuous. “I'm gonna fill y'up with my cum, hm? Put my seed in you so you smell of me for days.”

You nod. “Please, fill me! Daddy, fill me up!”

Jake thrusts into you a couple more times before finally coming, spurting his load into you, making you shiver as he fills you.

He grunts and gasps, his ears folded back, his teeth dragging over his bottom lip, before he pulls out of you.

He lies beside you, meeting your eyes with his and asks, “You okay, honey?”

You nod, a smile spreading on your lips. “I'm fucking amazing,” you reply. “Luckily, I have the best teacher in the world.”

Jake chuckles quietly. Then, raising a cock eyebrow at you, he questions, “Daddy?”

You blush. “It just...slipped out,” you mumble, a shy smile playing on your lips.

Jake grins. “I like it,” he says. “I hope to hear it more often from now on, hm?”

You blush. “Okay, Daddy.”

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@yagirlheree @sweetllamaparadise @kamcrazy123

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Could you do headcanons on what nicknames the cod guys have for the reader? ALSO EATING UP ALL YOUR COD POSTS ISTG THEYRE SO SMACKING >:]

— the cod : mw ii men + nicknames !  characters : simon ‘ghost’ riley, john ‘soap’ mactavish, alejandro vargas, captain john price, phillip graves, kyle ‘gaz’ garrick, rodolfo parra  fandom : call of duty modern warfare ii tags : f!reader, not proofread  rating :  g for general , sfw! 

01 | Soap would call you hen, bonnie, and love. He’s a big ol’ sap, so pet names are definitely on the table, and when he’s especially moved or feeling more affectionate than usual, he’d call you  mo ghràdh, which is Gaelic for my love. Nothing makes him happier than teaching you the language, laughing as the words clumsily roll down your tongue.

02 | Graves calls you baby, babygirl, sugar, darl’, and sweetheart. He has a bunch of other nicknames for you, the list goes on, and they’re always so coy and smug as they roll down his tongue with a southern drawl. He's definitely big on pet names as a form of affection. 03 | Alejandro is known to be romantic, and he's old school, going with cariño, mi vida, amor, princesa. And sometimes, when he's feeling a little playful, he'd call you mami with a knowing smirk or a grin plastered across his face — leaving you flustered and blushing. 04 | Gaz calls you love, babe, darling, and hun, and you tease him about how painfully British he is. But your favorite has to be doll or angel, something about how he looks at you as he says it: eyes filled with awe and quiet admiration. It’s 10/10 guaranteed to earn him a kiss. 05 | Price refers to you as the missus and goes along with darling, sweetheart, honey, love. You love how the words sound out of his mouth, his voice gruff and heavy like whiskey. You especially love it when he hugs you from behind to whisper them against your ear, beard tickling your neck and making you squeal.

06 | Rodolfo is absolutely infatuated with you, obsessed if you will, so he is always calling you sweet names like corazón, mi celo, mi reina, bebé, and the list goes on. He sometimes sings a tune with it, showing just how excited he is to be home and next to you. And you love him all the more for that. 07 | In the beginning, Ghost wasn't big on pet names, and he will never call you them in the presence of others. But when you're alone, and he's sitting by the couch to listen to the vinyl you've just put on and cleaning his equipment, he'd call you from the kitchen — " would you pass me the screwdriver, love ?" You'd immediately drop everything you're doing to be by his side. He had stared at you, slightly surprised, eyebrow raised curiously. From then on, he'd let slip a couple of names like love, girl, princess, and even sweetheart.

a/n : anon you’re so sweet !!! a thousand smooches for you !! i’m so happy to hear that you’re eating up my work 🙈 the chef is blushing !!! i hope you enjoy this one too <3 it’s a bit short but sweet so i hope you like it + i made it f!reader because you did not specify and i freestyled, HOWEVER, if you had wanted it to be gender neutral let me know and i don’t mind making another one xx 😙 thanks for requesting, i had fun writing this !! 

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HII! Do you think you could do the ghouls and ghoulettes with a reader who was getting yelled at by either another sibling of sin or maybe another member or ministry or the church for messing something up. After a long day of getting yelled and scolded out they just immediately go to the ghouls or ghoulettes, (i’m just in the mood for so comfort. i’m awkward with requests but i think ur a amazing author!)

ofc i can!! hope you're doing well now, darling ♡♡

swiss

don't you worry, baby he's got you.

swiss lifts you up bridal style and plops you down in his nest.

the sibling of sin went mysteriously missing after that.

ghouls need to eat, don't they?

sodo

"oh hey babygirl/babyboy/baby i- who the fuck made you cry?"

he heats his hands up reader to burn this motherfucker.

listens to everything you have to say, then hunts down the sibling of sin.

rain

"baby shark. who did this to you?"

one of the only times he's in a hunting/murderous mood

he drowned the sibling of sin.

i'm not even gonna try to leave it to the imagination.

phantom

he knew somebody messed with your emotions, he could smell it. and he didn't like it.

"little ghost..who did this? tell me."

he calls you 'little ghost' because his name is phantom.

he gave the sibling of sin a physical warning.

aether

he could smell it too.

brought you into a hug and sniffed you to sense which sibling of sin hurt you.

he scented you again, to take that disgusting siblings smell off your gorgeous body.

scared the sibling half to death.

mountain

he came to you, effortlessly scooped you into his arms and sniffed you.

you unfortunately did smell of the sibling, so he promised to scent you after he (poisoned) took care of the sibling.

he marked you, too.

omega

"prince/princess, what happened?" he purred as you ran into his arms.

less than pleased when you told him what happened.

that same sibling has more than a few strikes in his book.

don't worry your pretty little head about what he did to them.

alpha

"lamb? what happened?"

you appeared at his door in the middle of the night, almost sobbing.

he let out a guttural growl when you told him.

him and the sibling are sworn enemies, and he knew one day they would go after you.

he dealt with them, and once he was done he left them in the dense woodland around to ministry to be eaten by the animals.

ifrit

"aw, puppy. please tell me what happened, i hate it when you're like this."

after 4 minutes of constant nagging and him rubbing your thighs to calm you down, you cracked.

he was fuming when those words escaped your lips.

left for a few hours, came back covered in blood and reeking of fresh corpse, and kissed you like normal.

aurora

"hi baby- oh. why are you crying?"

lil cutie goes rabid.

she's always had a bad feeling about them, and it's now worsened because they had the audacity to go after you.

tears them apart with her pretty pink claws.

cirrus

"my darling, please, answer me. what's wrong?"

2 seconds after she said that, she smelt the revolting scent of the sibling.

left you with snacks for 20 minutes, and came back completely clean.

you knew she killed them though.

cumulus

"babe. baby. tell me what happened."

won't stop bugging you until you spill it.

sits you on her lap to make you more comfortable.

remained calm when you told her, but inside she was livid.

next time you saw the sibling, they avoided all contact with you.

mist

"hey beautiful, say it right now. just say the word, and i'll murder them."

she'll gladly kill them if you want her to.

you said no, so she snapped their arm instead.

[luvs4matt]

—𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐥𝐮𝐭

a matthew sturniolo blurb

“such a dirty little slut” a slap landing on your ass from the palm of matts hand as he pounds into from behind “o- only for y- you, oh fuck!” changing his angle, his chest is now touching your back with his arm wrapped around your neck, making him go deeper than he already was

it was so much, too much, you tried running but he pulled you back with the arm he had wrapped around your throat “don’t run from me baby, be a good girl and take it all” he always knew what to say when in bed “oh my god! oh my god!” you scream out as he starts going faster and harder

“you feel good baby?” he says teasing you, he knew you did based on how hard you were clenching around him, your mouth hanging open, eyes shut, all of the pretty whimpers and moans leaving your mouth, it showed everything “y- mmm, y- yes, fuck!”

he chuckles as he watches you falling apart under him, he starts to nibble in your sweet spot right under your ear lobe causing you to let out a whimper, “you like that?” he whispers in your ear, going back to marking you “i fucking love it” moaning loudly

you could hear every groan and whimper he let out right in your ear and it only increased your pleasure “squeezing around me so tight, you gonna cum f’me gorgeous?” you couldn’t even talk anymore, when you only let out a broken moan

he lands a harsh slap on your ass “words babygirl” he quickened his pace, you don’t know how he could go any faster but he did “y- yes!” “good girl” he reaches his hand between your body rubbing small fast circles on your clit “oh my god! m’gonna cum! please, please let me cum!”

“please who?” the things he could do (and did) to you was euphoric, always felt so good, he knew your body inside and out “please daddy! m’so close” somehow managing to speak while experiencing a ungodly amount of pleasure

“there you go baby, go on, cum all over daddys cock” his words sent you over the edge, you let out a scream, your orgasm being the best one you’ve ever had, the speed of his hips never faltered or slowing overstimulating you

“t- too much!” you cry “i’m sure this tight little pussy can take it, don’t you think?” drastically slowing his speed to make sure you feel every inch, every vein, every thrust, and you did feel everything

“y- yes, please daddy! f- f- faster” he goes faster and deeper than before, you didn’t think it was possible but he did it “good girl” he has a tight grip on your ass pulling you to match his thrusts, he takes his hand off of your right cheek using it to push your head into the pillows, giving a bigger arch

“aw, are you gonna cum again angel” speaking with faux sympathy, you respond with a whine

“so pathetic, its been less than 5 minutes and you’re already cumming again? fucking slut” a hard slap landed on your cheek making you moan “you like when i hit you? hm?” he grabs a hold of your jaw squeezing your cheeks together making you turn your head around to look at him

“y- ohh my fuck!” he lets go of your jaw slapping you once again before grabbing it again “you’ve been being such a good girl for me, but if you don’t answer my question you’re not cumming again” the fucked out expression on your face spurred him on more “ill ask you again, do you like when i hit you? do you like when i treat you like the slut you are”

“yes! yes! i like when you treat me like a slut” you moan “that wasn’t so hard now was it” “go ahead princess, make this cock yours” after a few more thrusts your juices are squirting out between you both with a loud pornographic moan

“fuck baby, turn over” pulling out of your swollen hole, crawling on top of you until his dick is infront of your already open mouth slapping his dick against your tongue, every time you try to put him in your mouth he moves

growing inpatient you grab his dick and move it to your mouth taking in the tip “you want it?” “i want it” you say before putting him back in your mouth “you want it?” you huff taking him back out of your mouth “i said i want it” you try taking him back in your mouth but he pulls your head away with the grip he has on your hair

“say it louder” “i want your dick daddy” your previous begging wasn’t enough but it was now “yeah? then take it” you take his tip in your mouth starting slow attempting to tease him like he has been you but he pushes your head down to take all of him in your mouth gagging, but you loved it

“you gonna swallow it all baby” pulling your mouth off of him so you can respond “yes sir” “good girl” tears running down your face as his tip was hitting the very back of your throat, you ran your tongue on the under side of his cock

that sent him over the edge “fuck! there you go baby, doing so good f’me” his words mixed with his seed spilling in your mouth caused you to moan around him, slightly overstimulating him

he pulls out of your mouth “open” you complied, opening your mouth, and sticking your tongue out showing that you swallowed every drop of his cum “you listen so well baby” giving you a peck to your lips

he moves his head down between your legs spreading them open “i love cant, t- too sensitive” trying to pull back but his grip on your waist doesn’t let you “just gonna clean you up a bit okay?” placing light kisses on your inner thighs “o- okay”

you could feel the smirk on his face as he licks a stripe up your folds, lapping up all of your juices before pulling away he places a kiss on your clit making you arch your back

“cmon baby, lets go get you cleaned up”

© LUVS4MATT

dividers by @bunnysrph and @chrissvalentine

[ohwowimlonley]

DAY TWENTY

TMR Thomas + hair pulling kink

[warnings - cunnilingus, pillowprincess!fem!sub!reader, softdom!thomas, hair pulling kink]

[word count - 1130]

[kinktober list]

It’s been a long, gruelling week for Thomas. Day after day consisted of endless running, mind-numbing map making, tasteless mush and sleepless nights. The Glade doesn’t really keep with the concept of the weekend, but Runners work off a four days on, three days off schedule (a guideline only created so pulled muscles and dehydration a chance to fade).

He hits the all but useless mattress of his and yours shared cabin with a resounding thump. His plan, as exciting as it sounds, is to chain himself to this God awful bed and not leave until Minho is pulling him to the maze, kicking and screaming. He is absolutely not leaving this bed. His eyes cannot even be forced open. Nothing can make him leave this-

“Tommy?”

Oh. Your light, dreamy voice drifts throughout the draughty shack of a house, gracing his ears like melted honey. It made him want to rise from the well-worn sheets and follow the sweet tone until he came into contact with your warm, malleable body.

“Baby,” he sits up against the creaking headboard, blinking owlishly as he watches you cross the threshold to your rickety cabin, pushing the door closed with a soft click and seemingly floating towards him. He props himself up against the headboard, hands outstretched and awaiting your body to fill them. You don’t leave him yearning for too long; situating yourself atop his muscled thighs and giving in to his possessive grip on your waist with an unflinchingly attractive grin.

“Missed you,” you all but purr, nudging your head under his chin in a vaguely feline motion that has Thomas letting out a breathy chuckle and surrendering himself to your whim. Your lips rest somewhere amongst the goosebumps littering the excitement warmed skin around his adams apple, “was- was with those smelly boys all day, ‘nd all I wannid’a do was run into that silly maze ‘nd get all your kissies,”

Thomas very nearly lets a whimper slip out at that. One would think, after being one of the only people responsible for the escape of all his friends (along with those he doesn’t like so much), he must want to release all the stress in his body; not have to take care of anyone else. In fact, the complete opposite is true - he absolutely adores being the only one able to cater to your every whim, not like those ‘smelly boys’. Having you pout up at him with those big, pleading eyes as you beg him to take care of you, give you what you need.

“Oh, my poor baby,” he frowns, shifting his chin so he can smooth a kiss to the crown of your head, “wish we could stay in bed all day,”

“What, so you can keep your mouth on me all day?” You tease, giving a playful nip to the empty canvas of his throat. It’s a hint - not a very sly one at that - and you roll your hips against his to give the ache between your thighs a short reprieve. He almost rolls his eyes, a sly smirk masking his cheeks and all of a sudden you’re squealing and his biceps are bulging and he’s slamming you down onto your back on the much too thin mattress.

“Right as always, my queen,” he admits, shuffling shamelessly down the bed until his shoulders nudge apart and the tip of his nose grazes against your clit through the thick denim of your stonewash jeans.

“Tommy,” you keen, raising your hips to meet the tiny spark of friction, “want you to make me cum,”

“F’course, babygirl,” he concedes, ever the sucker for your innocent pillow princess act, and grasps at your hip with one hand, blunt nails digging into your supple skin as his other cradles your head to soften the blow as he flips the two of you over. That small gesture makes you smile, reaching up to smooth a gentle kiss to his stubbled cheek.

“Hey, hey,” you interrupt his ministrations, gripping his jaw to stop the tingling kisses he’s begun littering across your neck. He pulls back, a look of concern imprinting on his features, ready to distance himself from you, You’re quick to carry on, “I love you,”

His face goes soft again, a crimson hue dusting his cheeks. His head dips down to the joint between his neck and shoulder, leaving a sweet nip to the skin, “I love you too, pretty girl,”

Thomas makes quick work of stripping you down - well, it’s more that he shoves your shirt up above your tits and pulls down your sports bra enough for them to pop out, then unbuttons and drags down your jeans.

He isn’t shy when his tongue darts out to smear across your labia, gathering up all of the wetness accumulated over a long day of thinking about this moment. Thomas latches his lips around your chronically understimulated bud, sucking deeply and making you jolt in his hold, a surprised gasp flying past your sun-cracked lips. He doesn’t dare use his fingers yet, not until he’s lapped up all of your sweet juices. You can’t help but tremble under the lavishing of his tongue, hands shooting down to grasp at the roots of his hair, tugging him closer despite the overwhelming pleasure you’re already shaking from. Thomas let out a muffled grunt against your clit at the new sensation, pushing his tongue flat against your spit-slicked and allowing his teeth to scrape over your sensitive skin, collecting up all of your escaping juices.

“Fuck, baby,” he rasps against your pussy, sending firm vibrations through you. He leans into the tug on his hair, encouraging you to keep going, “feels so- feels- fuck,”

You almost laugh at the irony of his stammered words, as if he’s getting more pleasure out of this exchange than you are. The thought makes you shudder, a pathetic whine slipping past your lips as you grind yourself against his tongue and pull harder on the tangles of his hair in the hopes that he lets out another precious moan against you.

“Tommy, Tommy, m’gonna cum- oh,” you sigh out, rutting against his fingers as they finally come into contact with your dripping core, sliding past you entrance and rubbing against your gummy walls, pressing against the spot he just knew would make your eyes roll back into your skull.. He doesn’t relent, thrusting his fingers at your g-spot until you crumble, screaming out your release and coating his fingers in a pearly white substance, not stopping until you shuffle back, whimpering from overstimulation.

“So,” he draws himself back, licking all of the excess slick from around his lips, arching forward as you go to pull your hands from his curls, “I think we’ve learned something today,”

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I KNEW IT WAS YOU!! OMG that scara x taller reader fic was soooooo freaking good 😩 literally a piece of art sjsjks you don't need to fuss over finding and reposting bc ive read it enough to practically have it printed behind my eyelids (plus i reblogged the og piece so i still have it somewhere technically lol) OMG i was such an active anon on your blog!!! Im so glad i found you again :D <3333

-choso's babygirl anon

OKAY so i think i found it?? i didn't realize this was dark content LMAO um. what if this isn't even the piece and you were thinking about someone else...loll but anyways here i hope this is it <3

cws for incest + fem reader.

Scaramouche found you annoying.

Your voice, your face, your mannerisms, the way you dressed, the way you styled your hair, the way you’d balance on the curb when you walked down busy streets filled with speeding cars, the way you’d sneak your fork into his plate during dinner and steal his broccoli (you didn’t even like broccoli, but you knew it was his favorite, and you were just annoying like that), and the way you’d make a point of showcasing just how taller you were than him.

When you found him in the kitchen, stretching for something on one of the top shelves (you put it there, he knows you did, even if you vehemently deny it every time he accuses you) you’d skip up behind him and snag it yourself, a giggle leaving you as you placed it on the counter in front of him and tugged at a lock of raven hair. Aw, next time just ask me to get it for you, Scara!

Other times, in public when some senile old person who was in need of a new pair of prescription glasses, or when some asshole wanted to be funny, would say “oh, taking your little brother to the park, are you? what a good big sister you are.”, you’d smile and nod like he wasn’t years older than you, and pat him on his back like he really was some stupid little kid going to play on the swings.

You always make a point to look down your nose at him when he’s said something to bristle your hairs, and he thinks that annoys him the most—you looking down on him, as if you’re not his shithead little sister that he bullies with his cock until she’s crying and making a mess in his bed in the middle of the night.

You forget your place too often, and Scaramouche enjoys forcing you back into it with raw strength (that you swore he had so little of) and mean, nasty words that make your lips tremble, your eyes glisten with tears, and your pussy cream and froth around his cock.

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“Scara—”

“Shut up.” Your cry of his name is silenced with a breathy snap, and you press swollen lips together as you weakly push at his flexing abdomen, the muscles there soaked with your arousal. “Just shut up.” He accentuates the command with a snap of his hips, cock forcing itself deep, deep inside you, stirring up your insides and battering against that gummy spot inside you that has your breath hitching and your eyes rolling. “You’ve been annoying me all day, so just shut up and let me,” he cuts off with a groan when you clench around him, “let me fuck you.”

His balls slap against the curve of your ass, and when you push at him again, whining about being too sensitive and him being too deep, he huffs out an angry breath and folds you up so you can’t do anything but take what he’s giving you.

“You’re a big girl, aren’t you?” His eyes, full of heat and anger, glare down into yours as he drops his cock into you, the messy sounds from your creamy pussy filling the dimly lit room. You whimper out a pitiful little ‘Scara’, and he leans down to mash his lips against yours. The kiss has too much tongue and too much drool, your mind too preoccupied with the way he stretches you out —even after all the times he’s fucked you, you’re still so tight and snug, and he has to spend more time than he’d like working to open you up enough for him to slip inside of you— and he bites at your bottom lip as consolation, wildly grinding when you sputter out a cry.

“Big girls don’t cry, you know.” He rasped against your mouth. “They just lay there and take it—let their little brothers fuck their pussies until they’re full of his cum.” You hiccup, pussy trying to milk his cock as you come for the umpteenth time, but he gnashes his teeth together and fucks into you harder.

He has no intention of stopping anytime soon—your annoying, childish taunts had went on unchecked for majority of the day, and now you’d make up for it tonight, forced to cream and drool around his cock until he fucked that annoying behavior out of you and reminded you, once again, just who stood tall at the top of this hierarchy.

[myliteralhyperfixations19]

A Loving Man

warnings:18+ | Dirty talk | oral | missionary l

wc: 980

a/n: I’m getting better at this I think. This is kind of inspired by my boyfriend like all of them are. Enjoy! And Let me know what you guys think. ;)

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“Babe?”

The man makes a noise of acknowledgement  but doesn’t turn to you, watching the tv from the floor while you lay on the couch.

You try again, whining. “Babeeee~”

He rolls his eyes at your pestering, finally turning to your face. “Yeah, baby?”

“Come rub my feet? They hurt so bad.”

With a huff, he gets up and sits next to you on the couch, pulling your feet into his lap, massaging them softly. “Sure thing, my love.” 

“Aw, look at you being sweet and taking care of your lady.” Teasing him, you sigh and sink into the feeling of your man’s fingers rubbing your feet and watching him silently.

He rolls his eyes at your words then turns his gaze back to the tv. As you watch him you're blown away by just how happy you are with him and how lucky you are to have such a man willing to deal with you.

“Whatcha lookin’ at me for, princess?” His voice snaps you back from your thoughts, realizing he caught you staring at him. 

You smile softly, blushing a little, before holding his gaze and replying. “You know I love you, right?

 He scoffs, shakes his head at the pure adoration on your face, and leans close to your face.

“You’re somethin’ else, ya know that,?” He flicks your forehead, resulting in you groaning from the mistreatment. But he quickly places a kiss on the spot when you’re done squirming from the pain. “I love you too, baby. Always.”

You grin at him. “Even when I’m whiny and demanding?”

 He lets out a loud laugh. “Yeah, even when you're whiny. My whiny, annoying, and demanding girl.”

“I said whiny, not annoying.”

“Whatever.” He says before leaning forward, getting in between your legs and placing a heated kiss to your lips. The two of you exchange lengthy kisses and slowly stripping from your clothes, long forgetting about your previous activities. 

He kisses your lips and hard, running his nose down your jaw. He presses a kiss to that spot right below your ear that makes your toes curl and your thighs tighten.His fingers reach down between your bodies and enters you and stretching your pussy slowly, sliding a second finger in while a hard thumb carves your clit in tight circles. 

Sooner than later, He slides down your body placing heated kisses on your soft skin on his way down. Spreading your legs, he whispers loving words that are drowned out as he kisses the skin of your soft plush thighs, his kisses soon followed by loving bites that make your guts knot.

You moan letting your head tip back as he leans in to lick a slow strip along your clit, your hand pushing his head into your already sopping wet pussy.  He groans as he revels in the way you pull him closer, your plush thighs encasing his head shaking, the taste of you exquisite on his tongue.

Your voice trails off into a high-pitched whine as he wraps his mouth around your clit and sucks, leaving you a shaking pile on the couch. Your boyfriend grins wide, lifting his head to watch as you peer down at him, your cheeks dark with color, truly the sweetest, most intoxicating sight. 

“ah… so pretty…” he muses, as he leans up to press two fingers into you, fucking you slow, savoring the way you gasp and clench down around him, tight, and then tighter, your knees pressing together as if you could somehow keep him there. 

“m-more… —”

“What do you want babygirl? Use your words.” 

“Please fuck me” You groan

“Whatever you want Princess” 

His fingers slide out you as one hand moves to hold your jaw keeping you in place while the other pins your hands together above your head. Both of you groan as your bodies meet, you loving the slight stretch that always comes from his cock and him loving the way your warm walls hug him tightly. His cock plunges in and out of you at a quick pace leaving you withering beneath him. 

Your happy cries get louder as the pleasure overtakes you, your eyes closing as you get lost in this ever welcome feeling. His grip on your jaw tightens.

“Keep your eyes on me baby” he demands. 

You whine at his demand. He likes to watch every emotion that crosses your face. He loves the way your nose scrunches up just a bit whenever he pushes his cock deeper between your folds. The whimpers you let out along with the tears forming on your waterline leave him yearning for you more and more by the second.

“You want to cum on my cock don’t you?”

You nod your head vigorously. Your brain feels clouded with thoughts of only him. 

“Please” you slur out

“Then keep those pretty eyes on me.”

Your eyes manage to meet his. Your nails dig into the palms of your hands. His cock stretches you out so perfectly. The way he feels inching into you, cock massaging your gummy walls leaves you feeling weak. Your legs tremble as his thrust picks up speed. 

“Please, Please, Please” you were begging for a release. 

“Go ahead doll, make a mess on my cock, just keep your eyes on me while you do it”

You both release a string of curses as you come undone together. He rests his forehead on yours,looking at you in wonder and you hum happily in compliance. 

“You know I love the hell outta you, right?” His deep voice sounds sweet to your ears. 

You grin, teasingly, “ You could love me more, by getting me a glass of water,my legs are to weak”

You shriek as he pinches your side before he hops up to get your water. Before leaving the room he says, “You're lucky I love you at all, brat”. 

[miyuhpapayuh]

8. birthday wishes.

12:00 a.m.

June fifteenth

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY STEVIE!"

Tyler yells,  bursting into the room with two big purple balloons full of confetti and a red velvet cupcake with a single candle on it.

"Do not pop that balloon!" Stevie yells, just before she inches towards it with her stiletto shaped nail.

Rod laughs on the other end.

"Ugh, I would've vacuumed it up!"

"Don't lie on my birthday." Stevie says, rolling her eyes.

"Girl!" She lets the balloons fall to the ground and holds the cupcake in Stevie's direction, "blow it out."

She scoffs. "You're not gonna sing to me?"

"You're such a brat, sometimes." She clears her throat and starts singing.

Happy Birthday to you,

Happy Birthday to you,

Happy Birthday, you little brat....

Happy Birthday to you!

She claps, laughing and making a wish before blowing the candle out, grabbing the cupcake from her and swiping her index finger along it, licking the rich icing off.

"Mm, thank you heffa." She leans down and kisses her cheek.

"You're welcome. I got your presents, but you can't have them until later." Stevie sucks her teeth.

"Uh uh, don't do that. Yo ass in here cup-caking with chocolate daddy, and wasn't worried bout no presents." She turns around and leaves out, closing the door behind herself.

"Presents, huh? Damn... I guess I gotta go out and get you one more thing."

"Oh yeah? You bought me something?"

He chuckles.

"Maybe."

"Damn, it's like that?" He laughs a little louder.

"Precisely, babygirl." She starts pouting, like he can see her.

"Fine. Keep your gifts!"

"Aight, I will. I'ma come check that attitude before I take em back, though." He says, making her stomach drop.

"Huh?"

"You heard me, poppin' off at me and shit," amusement laced in every word, "I got something for that ass."

I didn't have a rebuttal.

I usually always have something to retaliate with!

"Hmm, is Stevie speechless? Wow.... I never thought I'd see the day." He continues to tease.

"Shut up." Pathetic!

"Keep it up, babygirl." She sighs, heavily.

"Roderick." She states, blankly.

"Hm?"

"You're annoying."

He laughs. "I won't be annoying, after I give you what you've been asking for."

"I don't know what you're talking about.”

"Don't play with me, Alaina." She huffs and closes her mouth.

"Exactly. Now, do you wanna do breakfast or a late lunch?"

"Late lunch. Tyler and I always make a smorgasbord for each other's birthdays, and she'd probably kill me if I tried to skip out on her."

"Aw, that's cute. Well, I'll come get you around three?"

"Yeah, that's perfect."

"Good. I'll see you later, then. Happy Birthday."

"Thank you, baby."

"You're welcome. Get some sleep."

She pulls the phone away from her ear and hangs up, sitting it on her dresser and gets up from the bed, heading downstairs to place the cupcake in a container.

"Don't look over here!"

She almost jumps out of her skin and scurries to turn a light on. Tyler starts laughing.

"Why are you in the dark?!" She asks, turning in her direction for a split second, watching her stuff white tissue paper into a green bag.

"I said don't look!" She yells, again.

Stevie turns back around and heads all the way into the kitchen, looking through the cabinets and finding the perfect sized container to put her cupcake in.

"I'm in the dark, because I can see what I'm doing. Why are you still awake?"

She sticks the container inside the fridge and grabs a bottle of water.

"I just got off the phone with Rod. I'm about to knock out, don't worry."

She says, shielding the side of her face and making her way back towards the stairs.

"Don't act like you ain't already see!"

"I didn't!" She yells, running up the stairs and back into her room. It takes her some time, but she eventually falls asleep.

She wakes back up to the distant sound of Strawberry Letter 23 and the smell of bacon.

She pushes the covers back and slides up towards the headboard, right as the phone starts ringing.

"Hello,"

"Happy Birthday, sweetheart!" Her moms' chipper voice sounds through the phone.

"Thank you, mama.”

"Did you get your gifts?”

“I just woke up, hold on.” She says, fully getting out of bed and making her way downstairs.

Sure enough, there are three bags sitting on the couch and a black box sitting in the table.

"Yeah, I got em. You want me to open them up, while you're on the phone?"

"Yeah, if that's fine with you?"

“Okay.” She pushes her hair out of her face and pulls a bag off the couch and sits it on the floor, before sitting in its place.

"Alright," she places the phone between her shoulder and ear, and pulls the tissue paper out of the bag.

There's a photo album, a small charm bracelet and the necklace that her grandma owned.

"I got her necklace?? What about aunt Rina?"

Last time they'd had a conversation about the necklace was when her grandma had first passed. Her aunt and mom were arguing about who was supposed to have it.

"Of course, baby. You were your grandma's favorite. She'd say she had you herself, if she were still here."

Stevie feels her throat dry up and her eyes become watery. She blinks it away, not wanting to cry right now.

"You know, she bought that necklace when she was your age. It's only right that you have it."

She places it back inside the bag and sighs. "Thanks, mama."

"You're welcome, baby. Now, open the others." She grabs the bag beside her and repeats the same process. This time, she found a couple of albums; Stevie Wonders' Songs in the Key of Life, Whitney Houston's self-titled album, and Michael Jackson's Off the Wall.

"Wow... I used to love this album. Thank you!"

She remembers a couple years ago, her dad bought her a record player before they parted ways. Now, she gets to actually use it.

"Is dad around?" Shuffling is heard in the background.

"Yeah, here he is."

"Hey sweetheart, happy birthday!" Here come the tears, again.

"Thank you, dad."

"You like your gifts?"

"Yes, I finally get to use the record player that you bought me!"

"Absolutely! I know you only have one album out there with you, so I figured I'd start your collection."

"I don't even listen to music like that anymore."

She says, standing up and grabbing the bags, and with the phone still tucked, she brings them up to her room.

"I know, but I think it'd do you more good than bad to get back into some things. You know, music is healer." Here he goes.

"Yeah dad, I know. I guess you're right."

"Listen, I've got to get back to the office, but I hope you have a wonderful birthday. Go out and have fun, drink responsibly, tell that boyfriend of yours that I said hello and tell Tyler the same." She chuckles.

"Thanks, old man. Tell ma I'll call her later. I love you, both."

"We love you, too."

She hangs up and sits her phone on the bed, heads back downstairs and walks into the kitchen, sneaking up behind Tyler.

She pokes her butt, making her jump and swat her hand.

"Whatcha makin?"

"Your favorites, baby love. I got biscuits, bacon, cheesy eggs, waffles and cinnamon rolls."

Her stomach growls on cue.

"Mm, I can't wait to eat!"

"I bet you can't! In the meantime, open my presents." She shoos her out of the kitchen and back over to the last bag and the black box in the living room.

Her curiosity gets the best of her and draws her towards the box.

She pulls the lid off and the thin sheet of tissue paper away, finding a deep red lace dress. Her jaw drops.

"Oh my," she pulls it out of the box and gawks at how beautiful it is. The material is super soft and it stops just below her thighs.

"Where'd you get this?" She yells, loud enough for her to hear her in the kitchen.

She comes out with her spatula and smirks. "You like it, huh?"

Stevie nods.

"It's from one of my favorite stores, but I won't tell you which one... at least, not yet." Her smirk only grows as she walks away.

She rolls her eyes and places it back inside the box. She moves over to the bag and finds a crop top in almost every color, except yellow. I can't stand yellow.

"Aw, these are so cute!" She fishes around and finds a tube of dark red lipstick, too. Tyler knows how she is with her lipsticks.

"I love you, dude. I really do."

"I love you, too! Now, come and pig out with me!" She yells, sending Stevie rushing back into the kitchen.

"So, how's your day going so far?" She sits across from Roderick, twirling the remaining pasta around her fork.

"It's been good. I talked to my parents as soon as I woke up, got a little emotional at the gifts that they sent and then pigged out with Tyler. But, the icing on the cake is sitting here with you." She smiles, placing her chin in the palm of her hand.

The light that flickers in his eyes can be compared to the sun peaking through the curtains on a saturday morning.

"You tryna butter me up, babygirl?"

She giggles, going back to sipping her tea.

He chuckles. "That's what I thought."

"Wow, I'm just over here tryna love your ugly ass." She rolls her eyes and turns to look out the window.

"Whatchu say? You tryna what?" His eyes widened.

She hides the side of her face and ignores him.

"Uh uh, you better speak that shit, girl!" He continues, laughing a bit.

The heat on her face travels down to her neck, as she throws her other hand up and shields herself, completely.

"Mm-mm," his hand wraps around her wrist, pulling it down so he can see her red face. She giggles and tries to turn away from him.

"Stop playin'." He says, making her quit her antics.

"You tryna love me, huh?"

She keeps her gaze on him, answering his question.

"Maybe..." that infamous smirk spreads across his plump lips, making her roll her eyes, again.

"I might be tryna love your big headed ass, too."

"Roderick, you're so annoying. Your head is bigger than mine, by the way!"

He clutches his chest in fake flabbergast, making her crack up.

"Anyway," she searches for something else to talk about.

"Your presents are back at my place, if that's what you were about to ask."

He knows her so well.

"My presents? As in plural, huh?" It's his turn to roll his eyes.

"Ima take 'em all back, watch."

"Damn... on my birthday?" He gives her the stalest look.

"On your birthday."

"Ooo, your place is nice!" She hops out the car, before he has a chance to jog around and assist her, and gawks at the house in front of her.

The foundation is the made of the deepest red brick I've ever seen and two tones of dark gray splash the sides. It's really simple and gorgeous, to say the least.

"Thanks, it was my mom's."

He grabs her hand and leads her up the two steps to his front door. Unlocking the door, he leads her inside and it's even more beautiful.

"Wow," she plops down on his comfy gray couch and he laughs.

"Did you decorate this place?"

He shakes his head. "Nah. My mom helped me, before she moved out."

She nods.

"I'll be right back." He leans down and kisses her forehead, before disappearing around the corner.

She looks around, before standing up and heading towards what she thinks is a bathroom, pushing the halfway door open all the way, confirming it.

She flips the light on and fixes her hair in the wide mirror, tucking one side behind her ear and smoothing out her fly aways. She turns around, cuts the light back off and leaves.

She walks back towards the couch and notices a couple of pictures along the counter underneath his tv, crossing the floor to get a better look.

There's a picture of him in his basketball uniform, he looks like he might've been sixteen or so. Beside that, there's a picture of him and a woman around his complexion, possibly his mom or an aunt. She's got silky black hair and hazel eyes. She's beautiful.

"Whatchu doin'?" His voice booms through the quiet space, almost knocking her off her feet, as she wisps around and finds him with bags in both hands and a smile on his face.

"You scared me!"

He sits the bags on the floor and walks toward her, turning her back around to face the pictures and wraps his arms around her waist.

"I'm sorry, baby."

She runs her finger along the gold frame that the first one is in.

"You were ugly."

They both laugh. He sits his chin on her shoulder, pulling her closer to his tall frame.

"At least I grew into my lips!"

She turns her head in his direction, and stretches her hand out to shake it slightly.

"Not really."

He gives her a blank stare and turns his attention back towards the pictures, while she snickers.

"Is this your mom?" She points to the picture beside it.

"That's her." A small sigh comes away from him.

"She's beautiful. You look just like her." He kisses my cheek.

"I get that a lot," he chuckles, "she's got a big head from that comment, alone."

The last picture is of him and a couple of guys; one's light skinned with a head full of curls, one standing beside Rod is a little bit lighter than him with a fade and standing on the other side is a guy with the complexion of umber, almost looks like he could be his brother.

"These the friends you be telling me about?"

"Yes ma'am. I've only seen one of them recently."

She nods and turns completely in his hold. He stands up straight and gazes down at her.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, I'm good. I just miss 'em, that's all."

She pokes her lip out and rubs his cheek. He gives her a smile and they sit back down on the couch.

"Open this one, first." He grabs the bright pink bag and sits in her lap.

She pulls the lighter pink tissue paper out and finds a crème colored box inside.

She pulls the lid off and finds a shiny gold necklace, with an R dangling from it, in the cutest cursive ever. Her mouth drops open.

"This is so cute!"

He pulls the necklace from the box and drapes it around her neck. She holds her hair up as he clasps it together.

"It looks good on you." He kisses the corner of her mouth, before retrieving the next bag. She licks her lips and readjusts her skirt.

Roses, this time pink, and a CD that says babygirl's favorites across it in purple, cursive writing. Her heart swells.

"Aw, babe!" She turns and pinches his cheek. "You know my music taste, already huh?"

"Hell yeah, girl! I got ya Sade, Mint Condition, Earth Wind and Fire, Prince and his freaky ass, Stevie Wonder and.... that song that you like by the Ohio Players is on there, too."

She cheese really big.

"You put Angel on here?" He smirks.

"Anything for you, angel face." He kisses me again, slyly removing the CD from her hand and pushes the bag back onto the floor.

My back becomes one with the cushion, as his tongue wrestles with mine. His rough hands collide with her warm skin, making her moan and pull him closer.

"Mm," his lips move towards her neck, "forget about the presents for a second." His breath hits her neck, sending endless chills down her spine.

"Okay," his hand slides up her skirt and plays with the little bow on her panties.

"You get a couple of wishes from me, aight?" She nods and bites her lip, feeling his tongue inch toward that spot that makes her throb.

"Wanna use your first one, right now?" The tip of his middle finger starts to rub against her, causing her legs to tremble.

"Y-yesss," he moves away from her neck and kneels down in front of her.

His brown irises stare into hers, until the plumpness of his lips are felt against her chest.

"Go ahead baby, I'm listening."

Her heartbeat echoes through her eardrums, while she tries to focus on forming a sentence.

"Mmm... I want your face between my legs."

He looks at her briefly, before sliding down and pulling her legs up onto his shoulders, her panties pulled to the side.

"Oh," she runs a hand over his low fade and sucks in a sharp breath as his tongue glides over her clit.

His hands grip the back of her thighs and begin rubbing circles into her tingling flesh. Her head falls back into the cushion.

This time, his movements are more passion-filled and straight to the point. She grabs the arm of the chair with her free hand and grinds against his thick tongue.

"Oh fuckkk— mm!" Her back arches away from the couch.

"Righ–right there.... yes, babyyy!" Pulling her bud in between his lips, he begins to suck and swirl his tongue around it, making her dig her fingers into the cushions and let out a strangled moan.

He hums against her, making everything worse. She grabs his shoulders and grinds against his mouth harder, as he yanks her towards the edge and lifts her lower half completely onto his face.

"Unh! I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna— ohhh fuckk!" She whines, gripping anything within her reach and tightening her legs around his neck.

The delicious knot inside her belly unravels seconds later making her body jerk and shake.

He lays her back on the couch and continues to kiss her sensitive core, covering her back up.

She flinches, pushing his head away. He chuckles and kisses back up her body, stopping at her neck.

"You taste so good, baby.” He mumbles, making her giggle, feeling his beard tickle the side of her face.

He pulls away from her neck and that heated stare returns, making her shrink underneath it and look down, focusing on the print on his shirt.

He lifts her chin back up. "Wassup? You aight?"

She sighs, pushing her up on the cushion underneath her. He doesn't move from his spot.

“Yeah, I'm good.”

"Don't lie to me." He says.

She reaches up and plays with her hair out of nervous habit, trying to put her words together.

"It's really nothing."

"Stevie, your whole attitude changed in a matter of seconds. It's gotta be something." His hands rub her thighs in a calming manner.

"It's a girl thing, though... I'm guessing. I don't think you'd understand it."

"Try me." The concerned look on his face makes her heart melt.

"You intimidate me, a little bit."

His brows furrow. She sighs and looks down at her lap.

"How?"

"It's pretty obvious that we're–" he lifts her chin up again.

"Look at me." She swallows, trying to get rid of the lump in her throat.

"Um, since we've confessed to each other that we've had the... dreams and have actually done things that lead to sex, I think about it and it makes me nervous." She chews on the inside of her lip, while she watches his facial expression shift.

"Why?"

She smacks her own leg, for dramatic effect.

"Have you seen you?!"

He cracks a smile and drops his head. She grabs his neck and makes him look at her.

"I'm serious, Roderick. Every time you look at me, I just— ugh, never mind." A smug look creeps onto his face.

She drops her hand, but he grabs her by her wrist. He licks those sinful lips of his making her insides do backflips.

"Didn't I promise you that your first time would be special?" He asks, staring at her pokes out lip.

“Yes,”

"Babygirl, I can put a paper bag over my head, if that's what you want—" she cracks up and softly punches his chest.

"You're so stupid!" He chuckles and sneaks a kiss or two.

"I don't wanna overwhelm you— I mean, I definitely wanna make you forget your own name, but..." he flashes an innocent smile.

"You're entirely too much for me." She pushes him back, but he only comes closer.

"I'll make it fit." Her eyes widened.

"You're annoying."

“Yeah, yeah.”

Stevie smooths out the material of her dress and fixes her curls in the vanity mirror.

"Hot damn!" Tyler stands in her doorway and looks her up and down.

She bats her lashes and smirks. "I look good, huh?"

"Good? Girl, you look gorgeous! I don't even think I looked this good for my twenty first!" She waves her off.

"Tyler, you're a bad bitch twenty four seven! You looked so good for your birthday." She says, grabbing her lip gloss and drops it inside her black clutch. Another gift from Rod.

"Well, thanks. Boyfriend eeting us there?"

She nods and sits down, beginning to strap her heels up.

"Yeah, he said he has another surprise for me."

"Wow... must be nice! That boy done gave you ‘bout ten orgasms—"

"Please, let's not pretend like you don't get your back broke on the regular."

"That's besides the point, Stevie. Y'all out here, basically in love and shit! I want that!" She pouts and stomps her golden heel on the hardwood floor.

"You do not want love." Stevie scoffs.

"Okay... maybe not the love part, but I wish someone would at least look at me, the way y'all look at each other. It's literally the cutest shit I've ever seen, bro."

"Stop being so fast and yo ass can have something like that! What about Jason?"

"What about him?" She frowns.

"Girl, he's in love with your stubborn ass! You know you like him, too." Her lips twist up into a smile and she tries to hide it.

"Exactly," she stands up and walks past her, heading towards the stairs.

“Give him a chance. He's a sweetheart."

"But, I don't like sweethearts. They're soft as fuck." She trails behind her, grabbing her keys. She huffs and heads out the door and to the car.

"You wanna be man handled all the damn time! When's the last time somebody took your ass out? In public? A well lit area that's not their house, ours nor your bedroom?" Stevie asks, unlocking the door as they hop in.

"The last time I went on a date, it was terrible. He was rude as hell, the food was the only good thing about it and he wanted me to pay for my own food, even though he took me out." She chuckles and starts the car up.

"Dates aren't my thing, I guess. I just wanna fuck em and get free food... for right now, anyway." She shrugs and pulls out of the driveway.

"Whatever you say."

Back inside Limelight, Tyler and Stevie sit at the bar.

"So, you're finally legal! What do you wanna drink first?" Tyler asks, as she turns around and faces the bar, staring at the many, many choices of poison.

"I wanna try Hennessy."

Her mouth drops open and the bartender gives her an evil smirk. She giggles and closes Tyler's mouth.

"You bein' real bold, tonight!"

“Mmhm!”

The bartender sits the shot glass down in front of Stevie and she picks it, examining the dark brown liquid.

"Drink it, bitch!"

She shrugs and hold it up to her lips, before swallowing it, grimacing as it burns the almighty shit out of her throat.

"Got damn! How do people drink this shit?"

Tyler snickers and pokes her side.

"Well, you took it like a champ! I remember the first time I drank that shit, I threw up." 

"Ugh, I'll drink tequila or something, for the rest of the night." A hand grips her waist, making her jump and turn around.

"Rod! You've got to stop doing that!" He chuckles and licks his lips, making her swoon.

He looks so delicious.

"These are for you," he pulls a bouquet of red roses from behind his back, "and, I got a lil sumn' sumn' for you, later."

"These are beautiful, baby. Thank you!” 

“You're welcome, baby.” He leans down to kiss her.

“What else you got up your sleeve?” She eyes him suspiciously.

"Don't worry about it, babe. I got you." He takes a seat beside her and waves at Tyler.

She smiles back and grabs her drink, before getting up.

"I see a cutie on the dance floor, I'll be back." She kisses Stevie's cheek and disappears into the sea of people.

She turns her attention back to Rod, who's already staring at her.

"You look beautiful." He twirls one of her hollywood curls around his finger.

"Thank you, baby." He kisses her and pulls away, finger still twirling her hair.

"You had Hennessy?" She nods her head and he lets out a laugh.

"How'd you know that?"

"I thought I tasted it on your lips. How was it?"

She shudders, remembering how it killed every taste bud she had for a good minute and a half.

"It was fucking disgusting."

He laughs, loudly. She giggles and watches his shoulders bounce, slightly.

"Yeah, I can't drink that shit, either."

"I just wanted to try hard liquor, once. I'm done now." He smirks.

"Never again, huh?" She looks at him like he's crazy.

"Hell no!" He cracks up, again.

She playfully rolled her eyes and turned back towards the bartender.

“Can I get a strawberry daiquiri?" She asks. The bartender nods and starts fixing it.

She wraps her arm around Rod's shoulder and leans on him. He kisses her forehead, repeatedly. She giggles and mushes his face with her other hand.

"You smell like weed."

"I might've sparked up, on the way here."

"Here's your drink, birthday girl."

She sits up and takes the glass from her, sending a thank you her way.

She sips on the sugary drink and hums, spinning around to skim the crowd again, finding Tyler with some tall guy. He looks like he might be cute, but she can't really tell.

"Aye shorty, you wanna dance?" She looks to her left and sees a man who's about as tall as Rod, with a complexion of caramel.

"Nah, I don't think my boyfriend would like that." She replies, giving him the stankest face she could muster.

The man starts to laugh and reaches out to touch her hand, making her scoot back towards Rod, who immediately stands up from his seat.

"Aye, back the fuck up."

Stevie sits her drink down and stands up as well. He steps in front of her and gets in the guys' face.

"And if I don't? Whatchu gon do, pretty boy?" He taunts, sending a wink her way, only making Rod crack him right in the jaw, sending him to the floor.

"Stupid move." Rod snorts.

A couple of people turn around to look at them, and more importantly, the guy on the ground.

Rod turns back to Stevie and looks down at his busted knuckle.

"Damn, how hard did you hit him?"

He hisses as she touches it. She pulls him towards the girls' bathroom and runs cold water over his hand.

A couple of girls scoff and leave, some stay and be nosy, until they see the glare that she gives them and bounce, and of course, her favorite blondie is also there.

"Hey, Stevie."

She nods in her direction and continues with what she's doing. Rod grunts and turns the water off.

"Does it still hurt?"

"Nah, the water was just too fucking cold. That shit hurt." She apologizes and grabs a couple paper towels.

"It's okay. I ain't mean to knock that muhfucka out like that."

"Yes you did, don't lie." They both laugh.

"Aight, you right. He was too damn close." He wipes his hands and they head back out into the lavender colored hallway.

"They're playing our song!" Pretty Brown Eyes starts playing and she practically drags him towards the middle of the dance floor.

He places his hand low on her hips and they sway to the beat, while he sings, very off key into her ear.

Pretty brown eyes, you know I see you

It's a disguise the way you treat me.

You keep holding to your thoughts of rejection,

If you're with me I'm secure,

“Mm Mm!” She giggles and plants a kiss on the nape of his neck. His large hand smacks her ass making her squeal.

"Stop! We're in public!"

"Shit, we can definitely go somewhere more private." The switch in his tone makes her shiver.

"Well, I definitely wanna see this lil sumn sumn you got for me." He flashes a smile and pulls her back towards the bar to grab her flowers, before they head outside.

He pulls his keys out, unlocks his new Jeep and helps her inside.

"When did you get a Jeep?" She asks.

He shrugs his jean jacket off and pulls a small plastic bag out of the pocket.

"I've actually had it for a while. I just like driving the other car, better."

"Ah, so you loaded, huh?" He chuckles and pulls out some rolling papers, similar to the ones that Tyler had, that day we smoked.

"The car that I always drive was my mom's. I bought this one, myself, but I've grown so comfortable with driving the other one." She nods in understanding.

Pulling a lighter out of his jacket, he hands both that and the blunt to her, making her raise a brow at him.

"You rolled that quick as hell."

She sparks it and takes a pretty big pull. 

He gives her a look. "You doubtin' my skills, babygirl?"

 She coughs and passes it back to him.

"Considering I don't know a lot of them, yes."

"That'll change soon."

"Yeah, we'll see about that." She reaches down and unstrap her heels and pulls them off, throwing her feet up on the dash.

"Mhm, you better be glad you got pretty feet. What did your parents get you?" The blunt comes back to her.

"My mom made me a photo album, she got me a charm bracelet and I was given the necklace that my grandma wore. She was my age when she bought it, and she wanted me to have it before she died." She says, inhaling the smoke and holding it in her lungs.

"How long has she... ya know?" He asks, watching her blow the smoke out and pass it back. 

"Three years. She was there to see me graduate, and then cancer ravished her life." She feels the same tears from earlier, creeping back up.

"I'm so sorry, baby." He rubs her thigh, as she clears her throat and blinks back the salty tears, yet again.

"It's okay, honestly. I just miss her a lot." She sighs, feeling the effects of the alcohol start to travel through her bloodstream.

"Here," he hands the blunt back to her, "I'll light another one."

Sinking down in the seat, she gazes over at Rod and watches him inhale the soft white smoke, before letting it billow around him.

"You know... staring isn't polite."

She looks away, placing the blunt back between my lips and pulls her hair up away from her back, laying it over the side of the seat.

She reaches over and finds a cup, looking back at him now. "Is this empty?"

He nods, pulling the lid off for her. She ashes the blunt off on the side and finishes it off, tossing the roach inside.

He looks at her with a raised eyebrow. She smirks and points to the blunt that's in his hand. "Put that out."

He puts it out and she crawls into his lap, gripping his collar and kissing him hard.

His hands roam her frame, setting her body ablaze. She moans into his mouth and begins popping the buttons open on his shirt.

Her kisses trail to his neck, kissing that spot that makes him grunt. He grips her hips tightly.

"Are you sure, you wanna do this?" She hums a mhm, continuing to kiss his neck.

"Look at me, babygirl." She pulls away and stares at him.

"I don't have a condom.”

"Maybe we don't need one."

He sighs and rubs a hand down his face.

"Listen, we're both far from sober and I don't want you regretting anything. I meant what I said, about your first time being special."

"But," she starts, but he shakes his head.

"I want you to remember everything that I do to you, aight?" The heat that rushes through her body makes her wanna turn into a puddle.

"I– okay." He brings her back to his lips, leaving the softest kisses. She pulls away and crawls back into her seat.

She puts her heels back on and plays with the deep red polish on her nails.

She hears his door open and close, looking up just in time to see him reach for the door handle and pull it open.

"Stop poutin' ma." He holds his hand.

She pokes her lip out and grabs onto his fingers, stepping out of the car. He closes the door behind her and wraps his arm around her waist as they head back into the club.

"Ain't nobody pouting."

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meant to send this yesterday but I fell asleep so 😈 every now and then I think about how Robert and Giselle's lives would've gone if they hadn't found each other and it had me wondering what you think Adam and Belle's might be? I believe you've mentioned Adam knew he had to eventually marry and have kids, do you think he would've ever come to love them in a weird way, or would he have just stayed distant? and what would happen to Maurice and Belle 👁️👁️

LOOOOOVE THIS QUESTION AAHHH.

okay so for belle and maurice. i truly think belle would have stayed in the village, until maurice died. which, not to be BLEAK, but historical evidence dictates that maurice probably would have lived only another like. Maybe ten years. MAYBE. which is so sad i’m sorry!!!!! a beautiful bonus of belle & adam marrying is that both belle and maurice’s qualities of life improve IMMENSELY. they go from poverty to royalty. better food, better hygiene resources, better mental health in general like ?? Thriving. so in the Real post-canon world, fear not. maurice lives longggg and even gets to become a great-grandfather before he goes 💙

BUT OKAY IN THIS AWFUL WORLD?? WHERE MY BELOVEDS DO NOT MEET????? yeah okay so, belle obviously wants to get outta town. we know this. but she really is not going leave maurice behind. they’re so bonded, and she clearly worries about him a lot. she’s like, DISTRAUGHT being at the castle, not because of her own safety, but because her father is home alone!!!! “he’s never been on his own”!!! (which always makes me laugh endearingly a little. like babygirl what do you think he was doing all those years before you were born 😭 he has been on his own PLENTY. but from her perspective i totally understand. he’s the center of her world, he’s never been alone To Her, because he’s always with her!!!!! augh. beloveds.)

ANYWAY, belle and maurice would just continue their lives. i guess in this divergence, maurice just doesn’t get lost on the way to the market? he goes and comes back the next day and things just carry on ? and in this same universe, adam never got cursed of course, but we’ll get into that shortly. so, some years go by. gaston definitely Continues pursuing belle, which is annoying, and i fear he’d get more aggressive, but i could also see him getting bored and moving on. (maybe even moving away 😍🤞 but that’s unlikely since he’s so worshiped here. but maybe people get bored of him too! idk.) regardless, maybe some ten years post the movie point in the timeline, maurice gets sick and slowly fades away. belle’s at his bedside to the very end. maurice is constantly telling her to not fret about him, to go on, go live your life now. forget me. but she, of course, continues caring for him until his last breath. she’s devastated. père robert comforts her and the funeral is small but nice.

after THAT (i can’t believe you just made me write that. biting you for your crimes.) belle grieves for a period of time, but her father’s words keep ringing in her mind. “go live your life, go on, go live.” so she eventually finds the strength to do so. she never loved this village, and this village Certainly never really loved her, but she knew her father felt safest here, so she stayed. but now that his story has ended, perhaps hers can begin. she sells everything she can, including the cottage itself, packs up clothes and books and special trinkets in saddlebags and a rucksack, hugs père robert and madame dupont (the dressmaker) and maybe a few others goodbye, hops on philippe’s back, and takes off.

i don’t think she completely knows where to go. but her heart keeps leading toward paris. she has to see. she has to know where her roots were laid. she has to know what her life was supposed to be like, had her mother lived. she had enough money to get by fairly easily, staying in inns and places along the way. meeting people, learning lots. she eventually lands in paris, and it really is a whole new world. i like to think that she finds her bearings here, somehow. maybe she’s able to get some education, since paris is more progressive than the small towns. MAYBE she gets the chance to open her own book shop. being in the city is a culture shock for her, for SURE, but she’s nothing if not determined to face a challenge.

she probably settles in paris, but definitely saves enough money to take little trips to other towns and cities, as well as maybe even getting to see italy. (MAYBE even getting to board a ship to that “america” place everyone seems so hot and bothered about.) (oh this may be obvious but batb universe is an alternate reality where the french revolution doesn’t happen. i’m not letting my babies get guillotined?? although, in This au, with adam and belle never having met… maybe it still would have. idk🤗) also i do like to think that belle would have met someone in paris and gotten married! i don’t think it was important to her AT ALL, but i can definitely see her having some cute little love story with a nice lad who kept frequenting her book shop. maybe they marry and have a couple kiddos. but also maybe not! i’m a huge fan of spinster!belle as well. and i know she’d kick ass and be content as one. (though i knoooow she longs for romance. so i’ll give her the cute bookshop guy. as a treat ❤️)

WELL WELL WELL… let’s check in with the local bitchass prince. shall we?

okay so. SO. yeah, adam never being cursed, never given an opportunity for change… he just fully becomes his father. the council was getting progressively more annoyed with him about not marrying someone, and i think within a year or two, they push on him some other laws that are like hey if you Don’t get married you’re actually subject to just fully lose the entire kingdom. you don’t wanna lose your precious ✨Things✨ do you? and adam, groaning like a child, is like “no…😒” so! the council finds some princess from an allied kingdom. i’m being vague on purpose because political history is not my speciality and i also Don’t Super Care. but hey! princess from allied kingdom! hello! adam meets his bride on their wedding day. neither of them are thrilled about it but she’s probably more willing to Do Their Duty than he is.

they get married and she’s pregnant not before too long. i can’t imagine adam feels too much about it. they have a son, (and the whole country collectively sighs in relief) and he’s probably named louis after adam’s father :/ or maybe antoine after his grandfather. anyway. gahhhh this is so tough to watch.

okay but the thing is, even if adam doesn’t feel AS connected to his son here, i still know that he’s not going to be harsh with him the way louis was with him. the reason he didn’t want to have children is because he knew how his father treated him was Wrong, but he had no idea how to be gentle either. his wife can see that he Wants to know what to do with their son, but he just doesn’t have the skills and tools. and unfortunately, his wife doesn’t really understand him enough to get through to him. he rejects any kind of emotional vulnerability with her. so, to ensure he doesn’t Harm the boy, adam is just absent a lot. he spends more and more time in paris and versailles. he has mistresses and still finds ways to indulge. he DOES his king duties but only precisely what he needs to do, nothing more.

he comes back every now and then to still “be around” and such. he and his wife probably have a few more children over time. they have daughters and sons. princesses and princes. he knows what to do with them even less when they’re children, not having ANY idea how to interact with children, and not having the complete love & care for them to even try. he’s not cruel or hateful toward them, he’s just. not emotionally present. they’re not afraid of him, they just don’t feel anything from him. it’s much of the same with his wife (unless she tries to Talk about anything too personal. then he’s vicious and argues angrily. they can sometimes talk about work subjects if he’s in a good mood (though that’s boring) and they may even have some intellectual talks too ! she’s educated and he does appreciate that in her. but overall they’re just never super close because she doesn’t get him and he never tries to get her.)

his sons go to boarding school and university to be educated young men, his daughters are taught by governesses and go to finishing school to be fine young ladies.

adam is just :/ depressed. and I’M DEPRESSED WRITING THIS!!!!!! BITING YOU AGAIN!!!! but anyway yeah he’s just kind of :// going through the motions. i know there’s another universe where he becomes just as cruel as his father was, but i really can’t bear the thought. (and that world i presented also assumes that his wife would be a nice person, willing to endure him for their duty. there’s also a world where she’s just as awful and it’s even messier than we could possibly imagine!!!) but the fact is, adam DOES have good in him. we KNOW he does. and maybe he doesn’t end up finding a soulmate to help him fully bring it out, but i Know him and i KNOW that having a partner who is at least kind to him, and having children, Would be able to shift something in him just a bit. just enough not to be cruel to them… even if he never finds the skills to be fully loving with them 😭