#the way each of these frames send me feral

[finniestoncrane]

Virginal vault dweller reader you say?? I'd eat that up (and so would Cooper, heh) but seriously I would read the hell out of that if you're up for it <3

Different Up Here

Cooper Howard x Fem!Reader, word count: 6.3k anon thank you lmao i had already started drafting this, so vault dweller reader isn't quite a virgin but they are definitely inexperienced and have never known pleasure like the kind that cooper can offer 🤎 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: power imbalance, dubious consent because once you've said yes to cooper you can't change your mind, overstimulation, crying, oral sex, fingering, rimming, instructional, full penetration babiessss i realised i never tag that shit but yeah it's in here lmao, cumming inside, no protection, sweet coop afterwards but only briefly

If anyone else had asked you in that moment how you were, you couldn't have answered accurately without any hint of sarcasm and irritation. You were being worn down, like buildings by the sands of the desert. Each little molecule of your optimism being torn away from you, painful like plucking a hair. But when Cooper asked you, you tried your best to push down your knee jerk response.

"Let's see, shall we? Since leaving the vault a month ago, bravely in search of resources and supplies for my friends, I have killed, maimed, and eaten things I hope to never think of again. I'm in a constant cycle of very, very stressed and then very, very bored where there is no happy medium between fearing for my life and wishing for death. And oh, by the way, I'm sweating buckets the whole time because it's deathly fucking warm. Thank you for asking, Cooper!"

Instead, you shrugged and offered him at least a partial truth.

"It sounds silly... but I'm kind of bored."

A dry chuckle passed over Cooper's lips.

"Heh, that's a new one for out here."

Sensing an opportunity to at least get some conversation out of him, you sat up on the rusty bed frame, your body sinking into the almost entirely flattened mattress as you crossed your legs and did your best to get Cooper to talk more than a sentence at a time.

"Really? I would have thought you'd be bored a lot, especially when there's no raiders, or mirelurks, or scavengers, or feral ghouls, or super mutants, or roving gangs of-"

"See, this is why I'm never bored. Always somethin' or someone to be killin'."

"But what about like... now? When there's nothing else to do. There's no magazines, no books, no TV."

You watched as Cooper turned from you with a slight smile. You knew the one, the familiar grin that meant you'd divulged some information about your life in the vaults, something he always found so amusing. It was your naivety, your optimism. He was endlessly fascinated by it, as though listening to you talk about it reminded him of something he had before.

That fascinated you. It made you want to stay around him, the way he listened silently as you talked about the old films that were on the holotapes, the food that was still fresh and available, the music you could hear whenever you wanted to, not reliant on some two-bit radio host. He paid attention to you. And any time his deep, brown eyes focused on your lips it made your heart flutter in an admittedly unexpected manner.

Remembering that feeling, you tried again, hoping that your next approach might be something that interested him a little more than just conversation.

"You know how we used to pass time in the vaults?"

Over the sound of the evening breezes that whipped up the sand you could still hear Cooper sigh before he spoke.

"Now if you tell me that you wanna go out there again tonight to find an old blast radius board... well I am just going to have to shoot you."

You laughed at what you hoped was a joke and waved him off, despite the fact that he was still turned away from you, unable to see your gesture as he tried ignoring you in what you assumed was the hope that you might shut up and leave him alone.

"No, no no no no no. Just..."

The lump in your throat felt like it was about to choke you, so you swallowed the clump of nerves quietly, your voice trembling as you finished your sentence.

"... fooling around... y'know?"

Cooper turned to face you. You had piqued his interest, and you couldn't help but show the giddy glee on your face, the smallest smile crossing your lips as your eyes widened. But his words wiped away all hope that you had garnered in that short span of time.

"Oh... oh darlin'."

He laughed a little, each little sound of the short, sharp giggle like a slap to the face.

"I don't think you're ready for that at all."

You raised an eyebrow, defiant, irritated, and keen to know how he thought he had you pegged so quickly. You'd never talked about anything like that with him before. Was he assuming that you were a virgin based on how you behaved around him alone? Maybe he figured that the lack of flirting on your part was down to a complete lack of experience, when in reality, it was because every flirtatious quip he threw your way made you so nervous and flustered you felt like you might throw up.

"How come I'm not ready? I mean, I've... I've done stuff... I've done it!"

"The fat you're not saying it how it is makes me think that you are absolut-"

"I've had sex, Cooper. I've fucked before. I've been fucked."

Blinking off the irritation at being interrupted by you, Cooper pushed up the brim of his hat and stared directly at you, as though he was examining your, to see if you would stand up for yourself any further.

"By who? One of your little buddies underground? Fucking like little bunnies? I don't think that qualifies you, sweetheart."

"Why? Sex is sex..."

You said it with such confidence. As if you really knew. As if you hadn't spent your teenage years practising on your hand, holding a pillow close, lining up for that one girl in the vault who would sell practice kisses for extra bubble-gum. You'd had sex before, of course. You weren't a liar. Just because you'd only ever done it once didn't render it nonfactual. Just because it had only lasted for all of four minutes. Just because you weren't sure you even orgasmed, and your friend had told you that you'd know if you'd orgasmed. Just because it was all over so quickly, and he'd run off before anyone could catch you both, avoiding you at every opportunity after that.

"... Isn't it?"

"Oh no it ain't. Besides, like I keep telling you, it's different up here. Everything's different up here. And that includes fuckin'."

The way he said the word, consonants enunciated with such grit and vigour, filled your stomach with knots that began to tighten as you considered in what way things were so different.

"What exactly do you mean by that?"

Cooper sighed, exasperated, resigning himself to the fact that you were going to keep talking to him regardless of his short replies and attempts to end the conversation.

"You are a dog with a bone, huh? Ain't gonna let it go."

His yellowed teeth were exposed as his lips pulled back in a baring, mischievous smile. Those knots doubled, the ends being pulled by tension in your nervous system as Cooper's smirk put you into a dazed stupor.

"No, sir."

"Now, I don't remember signing on to be your personal tutor in all things apocalypse. Do I really need to show you how everything works up here?"

As your cheeks began to blush, you nodded enthusiastically.

"Yes, sir."

You were hopeful for just a bit of a distraction. Something to help take the stress away. To relieve the tension that had been building up between you and Cooper as of late. You'd been studying him, watching the way he looked at you, fascinated by your perceived, and frankly obvious, innocence. The way his fingers moved, contributing to the skilful way he handled his gun and his ropes. The confidence, the charisma, the charms.

You wanted him, but you weren't quite sure how to broach the situation without it seeming desperate. But you were past that now. You were desperate For anything, just something. Something to cure the monotony of walking and hiding and fighting and surviving. You didn't want to just survive. You wanted to at least find a semblance of fun and pleasure in this nightmare you had found yourself in. And in the vaults, when board games and books and debates got boring, there was always fucking. That was what you desired most right now. The fact that Cooper happened to be the closest target for your desires was just a sweet miracle, or a cruel tease depending on how willing he was.

And luckily, he seemed agreeable.

"Well then, how about you come over here and let ol' Coop show you a little thing or two about how dirty you can really get up here in the mean, dusty Wasteland, hm?"

Your excitement was palpable, even though you were trying to keep your composure. There was no escaping the echo of the giddy squeal you let out as you jumped up from the bed and made your way over to Cooper. He waited in the far corner of the room, setting himself down on an old armchair as you stepped towards him, slapping his thighs as an indication of where he wanted you. And you did as you were told, following his instructions, knowing they hadn't led you astray so far in your time together.

It felt awkward at first, being so close to him. You shifted your weight nervously, trying to get comfortable while making sure Cooper was still at ease, which of course, he was. He always was. Nothing stirred him, he was forever at peace. Competent in any situation. Quick to adapt. And as you fidgeted and fussed, you felt his strong hands pushing you forward on his lap, until your chests were practically pressed together, his hands skirting over your lower back as he held you still. In command. In control. The sudden sensation of his hands on your body made your breath hitch, a soft, surprised squeal on the inhale that had Cooper raising his brow at you.

"Now... you agree that you asked for this, alright? Because I am not going to put my effort into entertaining your little whims if you're gonna get fussy and decide it's too much for you. I did warn you."

"Yes, you did, and I really don't think you needed to. I doubt there's too much different about it, and I've picked up what I needed to know pretty quickly from your other lessons, haven't I?"

Your retaliation to his insistence that you needed him to teach you everything, and that some things just might prove themselves a little too hard even for your levels of enthusiasm, had irritated him when he'd first met you. But now your optimism and sheer refusal to believe anything was too much for you were a source of entertainment for him. A challenge.

"That's fine then, darlin'. But I'll remember that."

His eyes bore into your soul, keeping your focus on him as he dared you to look away. They sparkled as he ran his tongue over his lips, the pretence of preparing for his next words covering the obvious flirtation in the way he dragged the flat muscle along his chapped skin.

"So, gimme a benchmark here, lil lady. How much foreplay was involved in your previous encounters? I'd hate to leave you high and dry."

"Foreplay...? What... uh, what is that?"

Cooper sighed, rolling his eyes before closing his eyelids over gently.

"Well, it's something like this."

He pushed a loose strand of hair back behind your ear, rough fingers following the curve and grazing over your neck as he let them drift down the front of your chest, tickling the exposed skin as far as your jumpsuit would allow before he took a hold of the zip at the front. A quick flit of his eyes up to you seemed to ask for permission, and your small, almost imperceptible nod, told him to keep going.

Slowly, painfully so, he pulled the zip down, watching as the centre of your torso was slowly revealed to him. Smooth skin, in comparison to his anyway, clear of any unnatural blemishes or war wounds. One calloused digit followed down your sternum to your stomach and back up, hooking under the left side of the fabric and pulling it over, then the other, exposing the top half of your body to him.

Cooper traced his fingertips over the top of your breasts, watching as your chest moved in and out, slowly, but exaggeratedly. The knots in your stomach felt like they might burst with the tension as his sharp, ragged nails crossed over your hardening nipples, a gentle tingle coursing through your veins.

"Well?"

"No... n-nothing like that... just grabbing..."

"Oh yeah? You like that? How about this?"

He closed two fingers around your nipple, one hand still on your back to keep you balanced as your body reacted to his touch. Between the two digits, you felt your nipples heating up, the slight, burning pain from the way he squeezed them sending a signal down your spine that seemed to affect every part of you. Tighter, tighter, and then as your eyes closed a little more, eyelids pressed tight, he would ease up to offer some relief.

"You like that? Like it rough?"

"I think... I think I like both."

"So, something like this?"

He teased your nipples once more, pressing harder with his fingertips, pulling them out and jiggling your breasts as he tugged at them, this lewder act interspersed with a gentle caress as he held your breast against the palm of his hand, carefully cupping it as he flicked his thumb over the sensitive and completely erect nipple.

You bit your lip, trying to keep quiet, Coop's hand moved swiftly from your body to your cheeks, popping the lip back out as he pressed his thumb and forefinger into your face. Understanding the message, and seemingly showing this in your wide-eyed gaze, he let his rough, leathery hand make its way back down to your breast, cupping it once more as he spoke.

"Different, see? Pleasure is hard to come by out here. You gotta do it right when you've got the chance."

Cooper leaned into your neck, whispering the words low and slowly, his dry, chapped lips skimming over your skin as he continued.

"I bet down there they didn't know the first thing about real pleasure. Takes time, something like that. You gotta learn the body, gotta make it feel good."

His teeth grazed over your shoulder and back up along your neck before he pulled back, watching your eyes refocus from the haze of arousal.

"Did they make you feel good?"

"No."

You were confident in that statement. It hadn't felt good. It felt rushed. Clumsy. Shameful. And as you pondered it, your mouth remained open in a slight pout which trembled as Cooper asked his next question.

"And what about your pretty lips... did they kiss them?"

"A little..."

Cooper leaned in, his rough lips pressing onto yours with firm contact, his tongue staying in place as though he imagined that might be a bit too much for you right now. But that same level of restraint didn't keep him from letting his teeth catch onto your bottom lip, pulling it out, only letting go when you winced in surprise as the suddenness of the action.

"Didn't bite them either. Of course not, what am I thinking? That would be a little too adventurous for your kind."

His face took on a darker tone as he smiled knowingly towards you.

“And what about these pretty lips?”

Before you could piece together the question, his hand was diving into your jumpsuit, pushing down the front and past the waist, stroking against the front of your underwear which, by now, was soaking wet with your arousal.

“They touch these lips, huh?”

You gasped as he pushed your underwear to the side, stroking his fingers along your slick, plump pussy lips, withdrawing them soon after to taste you on his tongue, the way you had watched him taste the blood of enemies, the blood of victims.

“Stand up, darlin’… Why don’t you take that suit off, hm? Get yourself comfy.”

As you raised yourself up from his hips, your legs wobbled under you, not quite steady enough to support you so soon after being reduced to jelly by Cooper’s touch, his caramelised words that filled your ears, the sharp twang of his accent, the delicate cadence, the power rumbling underneath like an almost silent bassline.

“Do it slowly though.”

Cooper watched carefully as you stood nervously before him, shuffling out of your suit, stripping for him, your hips moving from side to side slow and steady, unintentionally sultry in the way you moved. Without taking his eyes from you he reached for his canteen, taking a long sip from it as you let your suit fall down over your legs, stepping out of it and pushing it to the side with your feet.

“That’s it, darlin’. Can’t do this half-hearted. I need to have access to all of you there. Now come sit back down.”

You held your arms in front of you, feeling far too exposed for the shelter you’d found for the evening. No windows, no locks on the doors. But it was difficult to focus on that worry for too long as you watched Cooper’s tongue flit back out over his lips, clear strands of drool sparkling in the light as he took you in, hungrily, dreamily.

“Turn around though. You face that way.”

The metal buttons on the front of his duster coat were cold against the skin of your back, but you leaned into them anyway. Cooper’s hand curved around your neck and up under your chin, holding your face forward.

“You keep an eye out, holler if you see anything coming. I’ll do everything else.”

A faint clicking sound, the safety on his gun being flicked to off, before those same fingers draped over your mound and down on to your lips, spreading them apart, the cool air of the decrepit room cooling the heat of your hot, aching cunt. With two fingers holding your lips apart, he let the middle digit tap against your clit, each tiny sensation turning your blood cold before heating it exponentially, a cold sweat beginning to form on your brow as you felt a tingle in your abdomen.

The finger that tapped the sensitive bud began stroking it from side to side, laying flat against it length wise as Cooper strummed your body, still holding your chin in his hands, smiling to himself every time your back arched away from him in intense pleasure. Every nerve-ending was at his mercy. He was right, it was different up here. But you wondered how much of that was the Wasteland and it’s effect on sexuality and pleasure, and how much of it was just him. Cooper Howard, Wasteland bounty hunter, a past life he refused to talk about, the most charismatic monster you had ever met. His fingers, daintily crossing over your clit, as you felt his breath, silent except for an occasional hum of satisfaction in the form of a long moan. Maybe it was just Cooper who was different.

It was hard to focus on this new line of though as his hard fingertips clamped down on your clit, pinching it as he rolled it between his fingers. Even harder when he let his hand drop from your neck and instead began teasing at your nipples once more. Soft, cruel flicks over the hardened bumps, his fingers at work on your body, his lips kissing at the back of your neck. Moans growing louder, more frequent, as he let himself enjoy the act of making you squirm. You could tell he was having fun, as you rolled your hips back a little, feeling the thick bulge of his stiffening cock against your rear. You wondered how it might feel, how it might look, and what he could do differently with it.

“Cooper… Coop… I think I’m going to cum…”

His movements quickened, cock twitching against your body as he pinched tighter and pressed his fingers harder against your cunt.

“Don’t you dare, little lady.”

“Ok I’ll… I’ll try but… you have to… stop… please stop… Coop…”

He ignored your please, the whining, desperate begging as you tried to stop your body from the natural, encouraged reaction.

“Have some self-control, sweetheart.”

“Cooper, I really can’t… please… please stop touching me…”

“I absolutely will not.”

Your fingers dug into his thighs, but you noticed that you refused to move away from him. You wanted to do as he asked, wanted to hold yourself back from the brink of orgasm to prolong his touch, but you couldn’t risk him actually stopping, fearing that your body might crumble if his fingers left your quivering, pathetic body for only a second.

Each stroke against your increasingly wet and sensitive pussy had you trembling and shaking, and Cooper had to remove his hand from your breast to keep you steady, placing it under your chin and holding you steady by the neck.

“I am warning you, missy.”

“Cooper… I can’t stop…”

You shuddered and whined as your body gave in to the temptation, feeling a rush of heat and relief as you came on his lap, your arousal coating his pants, adding to the collection of stains and wear on them. But he didn’t stop then.

“No wait… seriously, Cooper… I can’t… I can’t take much more, honestly…”

“Listen, I told you. I said you better not cum. I wasn’t done with you yet.”

Your eyes began to sting with tears of exasperation as your body kept on pushing to its limits, conjuring up another wave of climax, tormenting you with never-ending bouts of arousal that kept you rutting against him, despite how painful it was to keep writhing into his body. You could feel your stomach knotting again, not much time between each orgasm to relax, and you dug your hands into his thighs, pushing your body up off of him as you tensed completely.

“Ok, this time, you do it on my command. You do it when I say you can, alright?”

“Cooper…”

“Don’t give me that pleading shit, you asked me to show you how things are done. Well this is how Cooper fuckin’ Howard does things. So are you ready? You gonna come for me?”

“C-coop… I’ll… I’ll try…”

“Good girl, now you keep that mouth making those whines and moans. I don’t need you to call out my name or anything, I know I’m all you’re thinking about.”

The praise, the self-confidence, the way his fingers seemed to be pulling your orgasm out, motioning for it to come closer to him.

“Come on, darlin’, come on…”

Your vision blurred as the climax came over you, body rolling and convulsing as you came once more at Cooper’s insistence, your cheeks stained with tears, salted water rolling through the layers of grime and clearing paths to your chin.

As you settled back down onto his lap with a shudder, you felt Cooper’s fingers stroking through your hair. He was surprisingly gentle, oddly calm, but you supposed that you deserved his kindness as you had done as he had asked, making up for your previous indiscretion. He was almost cooing, shushing you as you found your breath, establishing your sense of self once more after the overstimulating orgasm that shook your core.

“You seen enough of the big bad world for one day then?”

You probably had, but you still found yourself shaking your head, ignoring the way your body reacted with a violent twitch at the notion of Cooper’s hands delivering intense pleasure.

“A glutton for punishment, hm? Or just keen to learn?”

As you pondered your answer, Cooper seemed to have come to the conclusion for you, as he tapped your hips and began to shift underneath you.

“Alright then, get onto your knees.”

Positioning yourself at his feet, you couldn’t help but look up at him, catching his eyes as he looked down at you with that unique brand of disdain and intrigue he had somehow mastered. You knew what was coming, what was about to happen, and your mouth began watering at the thought. What he might taste like. What he might look like.

You didn’t have to imagine for long though, as you could see his fingers working the belt of his pants, loosening it, unzipping his fly, and gripping his semi-erect cock at the base as he took it out, brandishing it. He kept close attention on your own eyes, a soft sigh of relief imperceptibly escaping his chest as he noticed your pupils widen, your mouth opening in preparation for him.

It was exactly as you had expected. The texture of the shaft was similar to that of his cheeks and his forearms, a similar colouring, though darker at the base and on the shaft which was tinted red. Thick, purple tinged veins covered it, winding around the length, cutting across the ridges of the scars.

“You can come closer, darlin’. I don’t know what they told you about mutations and radiation effects down there in your little utopia, but I can assure you… it doesn’t bite.”

The fear was palpable, clearly, but it was nothing to do with Cooper’s body and everything to do with your lack of experience, which, despite you arguing otherwise, was becoming plainly obvious even to you. You had only ever touched a cock with your hands outside of being quickly fucked. Several times you’d been cajoled into quickly stroking an erection under the blankets before your partner ran off to the bathroom, clean and tidy, flushing away the sins. And you were very well aware that there was always the option to suck on one, but it had never presented itself. It had never seemed that appealing to you. Until you were faced with Cooper’s.

He hadn’t even asked you to do either yet, but you found yourself curious, salivating over the thought of him, mind racing as you imagined how he might feel against your tongue.

“Can I taste it… you?”

Cooper smiled warmly, one of the few times you had seen him look at you with genuine pride.

“Now that is using your initiative. Of course you can.”

You kept your hands to yourself as you leaned in towards his body, content to let Cooper wield his length at you, his hand firm around the base as you inched closer, tongue pressed out over your lips. A strand of drool collected and spilled forward, hitting the floor in a soft patter just before the tip of your tongue came into contact with the tip of his cock.

A lot of the movements were instinctual, following your desires more than what you thought might be protocol as you dragged your tongue up the shaft and swirled over the blushing head of his cock. It tasted bitter, but in a pleasant way.  Savoury, not sweet. Salted, a tang that stayed there for a few seconds after your tongue had moved on to another spot. A flavour you found yourself craving now.

Cooper gripped tighter and pushed forward, taking you by surprise as he slid himself into your mouth, his free hand moving to the back of your head, fingers curling into your hair. As the taste of him hit the back of your tongue, cock almost touching your throat, you coughed and spluttered a little.

“Fuck me, darlin’… do you need me to show you how to do this too?”

He looked down at you, filled with pity as he saw your face. Red cheeks, puffed out, lips stretched over the girth of his cock, tears welling up in your eyes as you struggled to breathe.

“Breath through your nose… breathe in…”

You followed his instructions, instantly calmed when you found your lungs filling with air once more. Almost immediately back to enjoying yourself, the feeling of Cooper inside of you, the control he had as he held your head against him.

“Now… you don’t want to choke too much, so keep your tongue flat… yeah, just like that…”

It was so much easier like that, and you could feel your cheeks getting warmer and redder as you realised that not only had you embarrassed yourself with your spluttering and lack of knowledge, but that Cooper had clearly done this a lot.

“And your teeth… well, usually they’ll tell you to keep ‘em outta the way, but you know me… gotta be different…”

Taking the hint, you let your jaw close slightly, the pain of the stretch lessened, your teeth scraping along the top of his shaft as your tongue worked the underneath, sucking and rolling as much as you could while keeping it flat.

He didn’t say much else, and you couldn’t tell if he was particularly enjoying himself. It worried you, the fact that he had specific preferences, the way it was so clear how much more experienced he was than you. How many others had there been? And were they all better than you? As your mind wandered to your anxieties, you completely missed the fact that you had begun to drool all over yourself until Cooper relaxed his grip on your head and wiped at your chin with his thumb. Catching your eyes and sensing some of your worries, he was surprisingly quick to soothe you.

“You can swallow or spit or let it all spill out, I don’t mind makin’ a mess darlin’. But whatever you’re doing, you keep that up.”

You were so pathetically grateful for the encouragement, for the tiniest semblance of praise, that you felt yourself moaning involuntarily. The soothing motion of sucking on his cock, the taste of something new, the comforting knowledge that he was happy with your efforts. You could feel your clit throbbing, aroused by Cooper’s satisfaction, how pleased he was with the way you worked him over.

Which is why it surprised you so much when he pulled his cock from your mouth, your lips slipping off of it with a disgustingly lewd popping sound, drool spilling onto your chin in long strands which stretched from your lips to his cock and tore apart as he distanced himself from you.

And again, that sympathetic gaze, the way he could tell what you were thinking before you even said it.

“Oh, don’t you look at me with those big, sad eyes. You got nothin’ to worry about, sweetheart. That was good, ‘specially for a first try…”

He winked to you as he spoke, causing your heart to skip enough beats that you thought you might die there and then.

“… It’s just that I’m all slicked up and ready to go now… so you wanna bend over for me? Or do you wanna come sit on my lap?”

“Uh… lap, please… I was kinda bent over for the last… first time.”

“Well, you come and take a seat then, darlin’, let ol’ Coop show you something new.”

You nervously settled your entirely nude body back down onto his thighs. Cooper’s hands were gentle against your shoulders as he pulled you backwards with him, leaning at a slight angle in the chair, his cock rigid and firm as it sat against your waiting cunt, coated in your drool which almost seemed to shimmer with the dancing light of the fire.

Then, so carefully, so gently, far more than you’d ever seen him be before, Cooper took hold of his cock at the base and slid it inside of you, one hand on your stomach as he braced you, keeping your body steady as he inserted himself further and further between your clenching walls.

“Bigger than before?”

You nodded, biting your lip as you felt the distinct stretch, his rough, textured cock forcing its way inside your cunt, pressed up to the hilt, testing your limits.

“Better?”

“Mhm…”

“Speak up, darlin’.”

With your voice strained and breathy, you managed to form some words.

“Yes… it’s better.”

“That’s it, good girl. Now, I’m gonna buck my hips, ok? You just try and keep your balance.”

Below you, Cooper shifted a little, his hips rolling backwards, inches of his cock escaping your tight, aching cunt, before he rolled them forwards and upwards, back into you. A slow, steady pace that he focused on keeping until you felt warmer, more relaxed.

“You got this, it’s like riding a horse.”

“I’ve never… hm… ridden a horse…”

Cooper chuckled, a low and rasping sound that sent shivers over your skin and seemed close enough to you that it was coming from inside of your body.

“Never ridden a ghoul before either, but you’re handling it alright for a first timer.”

You were coping ok, you had to admit, but you could feel your stomach muscles tensing, the knots back in full force as they tensed and tightened, loosened and frayed with each pump of his cock within you.

“Ah… Cooper…”

“Too much, darlin’? Does it hurt?”

There was a sense of genuine care in his tone, as though he had taken it upon himself to show you that yes, things were different up there in the Wasteland, but that didn’t always mean they were worse. Some things were good, if not a little bit difficult to take at first.

“A little…”

Cooper tilted your chin up, forcing your head to lean back completely against his shoulder. In a delicate move, one far more romantic than you imagined from him, he ran his thumb over your lips, angling his neck to look at them, his own mouth open ever so slightly, a monotonous panting as he kept his hips moving, increasing the speed and the force at which he entered you.

His eyes flicked up suddenly, looking into yours, catching your gaze and holding unblinking eye contact as he spoke.

“I know… I know… Just a little longer, though…”

He closed his eyes, focusing on the feeling of his cock pushing against your body, enveloped in your hot, wet, velvety interior.

“I know it hurts… but I ain’t stopping, so don’t even ask… here…”

You watched as he brought a finger to your lips, offering it up to you.

“…you bite down on that if it gets too much, ok… but don’t hold back on those sweet sounds… I wanna hear you scream.”

With that vaguely threatening remark, he thrust up into you, banging against your body, spurring on your orgasm but unleashing a dull ache that spread through every sensitive part of you.

“Won’t… be long… keep it together… good girl…  good girl…”

It felt good, the pain, the sting, the ache, the shivers. The fact that he was using you, finding pleasure in you. All of it culminating in Cooper’s nearing orgasm which you could sense was closing in on him. His movements were becoming more frantic, sloppier, and he was mouthing all manner of sweet nothings as he let his façade slip away.

And those soft mumbles opened up into a wide roar as he clung to your body, the hand on your neck cutting off the air to your lungs only briefly, one hand on your lap pressing sharp indents into your skin as he forced himself into you. The last few moments of his fevered thrusting, fucking you wildly, drool pooling in the corner of his mouth as he rutted into you in a dazed stupor before his body gave in. His cock throbbed, each pulse sending another rope of cum against your insides, filling you with his seed as he shuddered finally, slinking backwards into the chair and taking in a deep breath as you removed yourself from him.

You’d only managed to take a few steps forward before Cooper addressed you, opening his eyes to watch you standing there awkwardly, his cum dripping down your thighs, a warmth that quickly turned cool in the air of the room.

“Did I say you could get up?”

Panic settled in your chest, aware that you had waited until you felt his muscles relax, his body retreating from you, before you slid off his cock, expecting him to push you away anyway, like your first time. You assumed he was finished, and you weren’t sure you were ready for the idea that he might not be done with you.

“Are we… oh, Cooper, I really can’t take anymore.”

Even as you stood, you could feel your legs shaking, weakened by the intense orgasms, the way they tightened against his every movement.

“That’s different up here too then, I suppose.”

Cooper stood up from the chair, pacing towards you with a purposeful stride as he pushed his cock back into his pants, zipping them up as he reached you. You inhaled sharply as he placed his hand at the back of your head, those knots in your stomach beginning to form again, worried that a further, albeit pleasurable punishment was on the cards. But you were surprised as he slid his free hand around your back, tugging at your waist as he pulled you in close to him. A quick smile before his lips were on yours, the brim of his hat pushed upwards as he leaned into the kiss. Warm, gentle, the kind of kiss you’d seen in movies. Practised and confident, meaningful, sincere.

When he pulled back, your body following him a little before you settled back onto your feet, he smiled warmly.

“Sweet with the sour, darlin’. You gotta keep ‘em wanting more.”

“M-more?”

More as in now? Or more as in the idea that Cooper had enjoyed himself and would be willing to offer that kind of pleasure to you again. And he answered with a wink.

“Definitely. There’s a still a lot you’ve got to learn.”

#fallout #fallout amazon #if this flops I’ll nuke everything by the way this fuckin behemoth stressed me out so much lmaooo #x reader #finnie writes #cooper howard #the ghoul #fallout fic #cooper howard x reader #the ghoul x reader #cooper howard fanfiction #cooper howard one shot #cooper howard smut #cooper howard imagine #fallout tv #fallout tv series #walton goggins #cooper howard x fem!reader

[laurenkmyers]

winteam + intimacy

#winteam #between us #bounprem #winteamedit #asiandramanet #asianlgbtqdramas #thai bl #mine #the way each of these frames send me feral #but the first one? #the way win is looking at team? #🥵🥵🥵

[vampiretendencies]

request; reader and jj seeing each other after a while apart? like reader was on a vacation or something? thank you

warnings; fluff, the end may be suggestive if you take it that way

pairing; jj x fem!reader

authors note; i didn’t know if this was for a blurb or an imagine but i assume it’s for a blurb. but yes again, i am having a bit of writers block, almost through it. so i’m writing from the list of prompts below for blurbs or you can send in your own idea for one. as well as imagines and etc.

JJ has resorted to spraying your perfume on his pillow.

He’s fucking miserable, to say the least.

The flowery scented spray; something you’d accidentally left at the chateau— from sleeping in with JJ and snotty goodbyes upon leaving for vacation.

He begged and pleaded, even tried to convince your parents to let you stay.

It was always ‘no, this has already been planned.’

Now this wasn’t some all expense paid trip, as if you were a Kook or something. Your parents had been saving up to go on a get away for months now— you were a pogue to your core, well that’s where you thought you fit anway.

Though he knows your arrival is minutes away, he’s still snuggled with the pillow; holding onto it for dear life. Sniffing it every now and then so he could be pulled back into sweet melodic memories of what was.

He didn’t have your touch for nearly two weeks, which he constantly craved and hungered for— no delicate, slow and ravenous kisses. No more ‘this is my excuse to touch your ass’ hugs. No more sleeping directly on top of you.

Not a thing.

JJ is completely irritable, annoyed, and touch-starved. So out of his element that whilst the rest of the Pogues went fishing he stayed, and waited.

Because he’d wait for you in the burning sun and the pouring rain, no matter the circumstance he’s there.

He’s convinced he’s not even breathing normally and that he’s having heart palpitations.

He’s not sure how he even made it this far.

But today’s the day.

Today’s the fucking day he gets to touch all over you like a wild animal, and he can’t wait a minute fucking longer.

Prior to this final moments alone he’d been in the mirror combing through his hair. A single piece of his blonde tresses stood taller than the rest, nitpicking really— because he normally wouldn’t care about such a thing.

But he feels like a small child awaiting for a piece of their favorite candy.

Or someone that just won the lottery.

He’s not nervous, no, merely yearning for you and wanting everything to be in its right place.

At the right time.

He’d also checked his breath multiple times, awaiting the most silky, sensual kiss he could fathom.

JJ is jumping up from the couch at the impounding sound of your knock. And it’s music to his ears.

The door nearly flung off of its hinges, and he’s drowning in joy to see your short frame on the other end. Breeze fanning your hair effervescently; both sharing a grin so huge that cheek bones reached the corners of their eyes.

JJ's picking you up like clockwork, so effortlessly and sustaining. Walking backward on his heel clad combat boots, he spins you around; sulking in the fact that the person his insides ravaged for was in his arms.

"Well, put me down J. Want my welcome home kiss!"

He never lets you go though, sat cutely on his hip; whilst he removed his head from the crook of your neck his lips trailed and lingered themselves from there, all the way to your mouth. Groaning all at once and you tried to keep up with his feral pace. Lips almost swallowing yours whole, he tasted you. He memorized every groove of your tongue; you couldn't even remember his tongue going into your mouth with his impatientness.

You didn't necessarily care though, awaiting this moment youself.

So wrapped up in each other, like a dopamine high that neither of you could come down from.

Millions of fibers of love erupting in the two of you.

Ethereal.

"Being feisty now, aren't we?"

You were sarcastic and JJ knew it. His forehead glued against yours, searching your soul with his eyes; reading you. Lips sore from a mix of the attack he'd made and not having used them soon enough.

If he could pay someone to take a picture of this moment, he'd give them every last penny to his name.

"Just really fucking missed you, baby."

"Hm ... how much?"

You challenged, and JJ smirked knowing that he's really rubbed his own banter off on you.

"How about I show you just how much I missed you."

#jj maybank #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank x y/n #jj maybank x you #outer banks #jj maybank angst #jj maybank fluff #jj maybank one shot #jj maybank x pogue!reader #jj maybank x kiara carrera #jj maybank x oc #jj maybank x routledge!reader #jj maybank x sister reader #jj maybank x kook!reader #jj maybank imagine #jj maybank blurb #jj maybank headcanons #obx3 #jj maybank fic #jj maybank fanfiction #jj maybank imagines

[2309analysis]

Luffy smut — My Sweet Cherry ⟢

This was very indulgent. I was extremely horny, and I wanted to see a very specific submissive Luffy. So, I just decided to make it myself. (It’s hard to find sub!Luffy) I’m very satisfied with how this has turned out. I think it’s one of the best, if not the best things I’ve written.

Word count: 3351. Pages: 6. TWs: Pegging (possibly thinking about getting rid of it), overstimulation, shaking orgasm, chokehold, restraints, cussing, begging, blow job (head), fingering, male receiving, mentions of edging, edging.

Sweating, aching dick, constant denial. He was on the verge of begging and losing his sanity for you. Tied up, on your lap, close to your face. Both noses practically grazing each other. Heavy breathes. Squirming with anticipation. A firm hand holding his neck on the side. Caressing his firm skin.

“You’re such a good boy. You’re so pretty like this. Strapped up against the bed frame, edged against your will. Ooh, baby, you’re wonderful. You’re all mine. I’m the only one who gets to see you like this. You’re way too precious for anyone else’s eyes.” You don’t exactly praise, nor egg on, but it gets him panting. He’s shaking just by your words, weak, and delicate, sensitive as hell.

Naked for only your view. Hickey’s all over. Drool running from his mouth on all ends. “P-please, mommy, just relieve me. I-I can’t focus like this. You’re too much — uhghhh! M-mommy…” You softly touch his nipples, and sucking on the other one. Taking him by surprise, sending chills down his spin. He shivers through the coldness and warmth of your mouth.

Twitches. Slight twitches from his legs kneeled on your lap. Your free hand over his mouth, preventing him from turning into a moaning mess. You’ve edged him all week. Pinning him to a wall and giving him a quickie before his high. Then suddenly return to your other duties. Almost trembling, he blushes fiercely and shakily walks off.

“Oh, my baby… are you having a rough time? You’re too adorable to just please immediately. I want to help, but first, I want to experiment. Break you. Weaken your senses. Make you dizzy. Fill you up with so much pleasure you will go drunk just from touch. I’m obsessed with you. You’re all I need. You’re my sanity.” Softly massaging his back. With cold hands, he squirms some more. Blushing like hell, and embarrassed, he closes his eyes to avoid eye-contact.

“N-nghhh… please, please, please, please, please just fuck me already!” He squirms under your touch. You smile even wider. “Be patient, my cherry.” You whisper to his ears. Softly licking them. He feverishly whines and whimpers. “Ugh… how long do I need to wait? I’ve been a good boy, haven’t I?” You seductively hold up his chin and force him to watch you smirk and sexily stare him down.

“Yes, my baby boy. You have. Although, teasing you is so much funnier than just hitting it off. Wouldn’t you agree? I love you so much. I’d do anything for you, but to edge you on, oh, baby, that’s my favorite part.” He wraps his legs around your waist. Giving in. Yearning for at least a kiss. “Can I at least get a kiss to ease my pain? Please, mommy, I want you so bad…” You kiss his neck, and cheeks. “Mmmmh, maybe, but I want to search your body s’more.”

As you kiss his delicate, and desperate body, he starts to gulp and sweat more. “Oh, god. You’re so good… it’s almost not fair. You take it so well. You make me go feral, y’know that?” He pants while your voice memorizes his ears. He’ll worship it. Your voice is like heaven to his ears. Can’t live one day without it. As he bites his lips from your touch. He tightens his grip around your waist with his legs, shaking.

Hitching under his breaths, face heated up, “M-m-mommy… please… just, uuuhhh.” Barely slurring out his sentence, panting like a dog, sweating bullets, shaking violently from every touch. Emotions swelling and tying knots in his stomach, embarrassed but loves this side. He loves you dominating him. He loves the way you make him weak, the way you ferally devour anything and everything out of him. He can’t live without you. He’s too developed around your façade, touch, demeanor. He desires you like no other, nothing could or can compare to you. You please him through the heavens.

His dependency on you is like life-support. You softly smooch his lips. “I love you. That will never change. You’re too good to leave. I can’t live without you, I need you, I need you. Ooh, you don’t understand.” You worship his grace. His heart jumps out of his chest, panting, just barely holding on the threads of sanity. He adores you so fucking much. “I-I do too, mommy. I understand well, too. I know much more than you anticipated… but… I need you more. I crave for you. You’re my only solution, the reason I can be pleased. You’re perfect.”

His intensity on you gives you chills. Lust swirling in each other’s eyes. Precum sits bedazzling on his dick. His bulging is just enough to soak you up. “Mmmmmh, am I ready? Mommy? Will you please fuck me now? I’m dying here. I need you. Please, please, please.” You chuckle from his constant begging. “Oh, I’m having too much fun to just stop. I’m going to rile you up to the point when I finally relieve you, you’re cumming by the first touch.” You kiss his neck some more, and softly trail some drool to decorate his neck.

“M-ngh…” his hands grip hard on the rails of the bed frame. He wants you so bad, he needs you so badly. He doesn’t know how much longer he can last before going into a fully moaning and begging to be fucked mess. “Pleeaase!! Ju-jus… haaaaah,” groaning from a few soft and light touches. You’re trailing your nail over his tip, teasing him to the point he’ll break. Growing teary from all the teasing, squirming intensely, sweating to the point where you can smell his bodily fluids.

“Baby, do you know how cute you are? Sometimes I wonder if I’m the one who’s really going insane right now. I wish you could be like this all day, every day, but you’re too good for that. You’re way too amazing for anyone else to be able to see you like this. My cherry.” His eyes spells out things his trembling mouth couldn’t admit. He yearns for a kiss. The kiss full of lust and desire from you both. He’s earned it. He’s been such a good boy for you. Oh, how wonderful and sweet he is. Almost hurts.

“Baby, do you want that kiss? I think you’ve been patient enough.” You chuckle, practically touching his lips with yours. Closing the space between you two, he inches closer. You back away a little, “Awh, don’t rush things. It’s not fun when you get whatever you want without any fight. I want to drain your fight, drain the sanity left. I want your mind and brain to only circulate around the arousal of my pleasure. You’re so radiant. I can’t stand not teasing you, you’re so pretty… oh, you’re too enchanting for my brain. You make me go crazy, to touch you like this, to even see you like this, to be the reason you’re like this. Do you realize how much that arousals me?! How much it turns me on? You’re so damn luxurious, it’s too good. Way too good. You can’t leave without atoning for the vile crime you’ve committed. You made me obsessed.”

You caress his hair. Trailing your fingers along his face, his skin tensing after each agonizingly slow embrace of your finger. You slowly feel his lips, deeply staring into his eyes, his low and unsteady breathing fills the air. The silence. It’s too much for you two. You’re wanting to take him whole, but know it’s better to take bites. “You’re my salvation.” After mindlessly whispering it into his ear, you roughly kiss him. Leaving him no time to react, choking on his breathe, eyes widening. “M-mhmhm…” His chest tightens up, arching his back, deeply engraving to your kiss. He can barely keep up with your pace. Your right arm cradled around his neck, intensely looking deeply into your lover’s eyes.

He’s feral at this point. Dripping from arousal, intoxicated by your touch, your voice, how you make his heart race. Tongues intertwined with each other’s drool. Hard panting’s from both of you, on the verge of losing your breath. Both of your mind’s on the tip of losing it all for each other. You softly depart from the kiss. “Let me feel you,” like animal instinct, he sits prettily, mouth open, letting you dig your fingers inside. Circling his tongue with your index finger, softly kissing his mouth with the taste. You toy around with his drool on your fingers, tangling it inside your tongue, you rub his lips with his drool. Swiftly kissing his sweet nectar.

“You taste is so elegantly sweet. I can’t have enough, I need to seep through everything. You’re so possessively sexy. You have me under shackles. I can’t stand to not look at you. You’re too glamorous. Glorious, even. My dear, sweet, Cher’.” You passionately dive through his shoulders, caressing them with your kisses. He softly gasps, you can feel his trembling arms. His mind seeps farther and farther from sanity. Head pricked up, back arched, arching legs, sore arms & hands.

He was on the brink of moaning your name, gushing out his groans, he needed you more than anything. “Y-Y/N… please… I beg of you, just touch me! Fuck me, fuck me until morning. I don’t care anymore. I need it, I need you.” His achingly whiny voice seduces the drums of your heart. His head bobs up from the bliss of pleasure as you lick his scared chest. “Haaah… mommy…” you perk up, enchanted by his pureness. “You’re the best… so pretty.” His shaky head angled down back at your body on top of his. Lustful eyes connect with yours.

You lean into his face. You decided to kiss his forehead, his cheeks, and softly kiss his lips. He was motionless to all of this. Covered by exhaustion, panting, and sweating like he’s been in lava. “I don’t c-care anymore… please… just take me a-already.” You smirk slyly, “in time, darling. You’re being so good. If you can feel how enchanting you are to me. You have me bound by bliss and desire.”

His shaky legs were screaming silently for your touch. He was so ready for you. He desired you, yearned for you, enchanted by you. You brought your right hand down to his thigh, slowly massaging it, inching closer and closer to his dick. “I think you’ve earned some pleasure, wouldn’t you say?” He pants. Teary-eyed, “m-mom— uuuuhhhhhggggg…” you softly brought your hand to his dick. Slowly, and agonizingly caressing it.

“You’ve been such a good boy. You’re so dazzling, tied up, helpless, gorgeously vulnerable. Oh, it just gets me soaking without even trying. You’re too enchanting. Watching you pant like this, effortlessly look so prettily and captivating. It gets more going, cherry.” You dazzle your way up to his head while still deeply staring into his eyes. He squeezes his eyes shut after he feels your sensation on the tip.

Swirling your index finger lightly around his dick, he pants even harder. More drool dropping off the edges of his mouth. Perked up lips forbidding to moan anymore. He was quite embarrassed, even more so than if he would lose a fight. Embarrassed about how all easy this was. Exhaustingly trying to feel everything you’re doing. “M-mommy… haaah, please, please, please, please, please, just fuck me already!! I’m too tired of waiting. I need you. I’m begging. I surrender! What else is there for me to do?”

He dizzily demands. Tired, panting, sweating like an animal, feral enough to moan out in pleasure just from mere sight. The sight of your lover being this needy and eager to have you fuck him was so captivating. Like a moth luring into an open flame. Yet, for the moment all you do is smirk and softly dangle your fingers around his precum. Making him softly mewl in response. His eyes hazily peering onto your figure. He has his legs laying down, making it easier for you to play with him. He opens up his neck some more causing you to lick your lower lip narrowing your stare.

You kiss his chest leading it up to his beautiful and bare neck. You run your nuzzled nose around his neck’s edge. Caressing his beauty with your nose, absorbing his undeniable scented body. You kiss his cheeks and run your free hand through his hair. Feeling his lips, he softly gapes his mouth open for your entry. “For a second there, I thought you were going for my neck. Heh, way to fool me.” You chuckle as you softly kiss his lips. Yet, he’s left breathless, fully aware of the effects you have on him.

It will never matter how prepared he’ll be. You’ll always captivate him and leave him huffing for more. Earning an extra satisfaction out of you. You knew that he practically needed you at this point, but always was so embarrassed for it. It always aroused you. His effortless way to captivate you had you outmatched from the very beginning. What can you do without him? Absolutely nothing. At least, it’s what you convince yourself. You’re in such awe with his beauty you can’t even imagine a life without him in it.

I’ll make build-up after I finish the fic, and post that alongside pinning the posts all together.

#writing #one piece #one shot #one piece smut #smut #monkey d. luffy #luffy x reader #luffy smut #headcanon #luffy #straw hat luffy #luffy x you #one piece x reader #op x you

[wiidvw]

His Bonnie on the Side

𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝐶𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑡 𝐺𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑦/𝑆𝑖𝑒𝑟𝑟𝑎 𝑆𝑖𝑥 𝑥 𝐵𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑘 ! 𝐹𝑒𝑚 ! 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟.

𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔. 𝑆𝑚𝑢𝑡—𝑝 𝑖𝑛 𝑣 𝑠𝑒𝑥. 𝐶𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑢𝑡ℎ—𝑖𝑑𝑘 𝑗𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑠 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑏ℎ. 𝑁𝑜𝑡 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑜𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑏𝑐 𝑖 𝑤𝑟𝑜𝑡𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑎𝑡 1 𝑎𝑚.

𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗦 𝗪𝗔𝗦 𝗪𝗥𝗢𝗡𝗚, 𝗕𝗨𝗧 𝗜𝗧 𝗙𝗘𝗟𝗧 𝗦𝗢 𝗚𝗢𝗢𝗗. Six was hired by your dad to protect you from people trying to hurt you, not to fuck you while he's asleep in the next room.

Six's strong hands pushed your hips into the mattress below you as the tip of his hard cock teased your sopping cunt. "Six," you whined rather loudly.

He quickly shushed you and covered your lips with his hand. "You want your father to hear you, hm?" Six kissed your neck as you shook your head. "That's what I thought."

"Be quiet for me," he told you, removing his hand from your lips and sinking his cock into your cunt. Inch-by-inch his girth entered your pussy, stretching your cunt to an amount you thought you'd never get used to.

"Shit," he groaned as you squeezed his cock. "Need you to relax for me."

You threw your head back into the pillow beneath you, a gasp escaping your lips. You tried to relax, breathing in and out your nose, but, god, Six was big. As his pelvis was flush against yours, he gave a moment to adjust to his size before pulling all the way out. "Hold onto me," he said, and at first you were confused until his cock entered you again with a rough—almost forced—thrust into your cunt, causing your body to jolt up. You immediately gripped his shoulders, nails digging into his skin.

You attempted to silence the moan begging to escape your lips by digging your teeth in your bottom lip; unfortunately, that wasn't going to work with the way Six had started pounding into you.

"Fuck, Six," you moan especially loud, and as a result he bit your neck, making you gasp and clench around his cock. He grunted and thrusted harder than before, grinding his hips against yours. He removed a hand from your hip, which you're sure you're going to have bruises there in the morning, and started kneading your breast, circling your nipple with his thumb while his hips brushed against your clit. You whimpered at his movements; then, he slid his hand down your stomach and began to rub harsh circles on your aching bundle of nerves.

Six started to move again, his thrusts as rough as before, they were getting faster. Soon, the bedroom was filled with the sound of clapping, the bed frame banging against the wall, and the sound of your moans—almost sobs.

You were so focused on your pleasure you didn't even think about whether your dad could hear you or not.

Six's cock was hitting that one spot that made your walls flutter around him, and each time he did, you feel yourself getting closer to your release. You could Six was too because everytime you clenched around him, he'd grunt, and his thrusts would become unsteady and more feral.

"Six . . . Ah-" You started to warn him about your oncoming orgasm, but he started to nibble on your neck, trailing down to your collarbone. "S-Six, I'm close."

He groaned against your collarbone as the thumb on your clit quickened, causing your walls to squeeze his thick cock.

"Come," he murmured against your brown skin, and that's all it took to send you over the edge. You opened your mouth, nothing coming out as you squeezed your eyes shut.

Six pushed his hips flush against, groaning, "Fuck," as he came inside you.

He gave you a moment to recover before pulling out, causing you to whimper from the loss.

"You think my dad heard us?" you asked, turning to Six.

"He heard you," he replied, a smirk on his face. You rolled your eyes and got out of bed.

#sierra six smut #sierra six #court gentry #ryan gosling #ryan gosling smut #the gray man #the gray man 2022 #sierra six x reader #sierra six x black!reader #ryan gosling x reader #ryan gosling x black!reader

[ab4eva]

‘Boy, When I’m With You’

Summary: Austin Butler x reader - You didn’t expect your boyfriend to turn into Elvis Presley while drunk, but that’s exactly what happened.

Warnings: NFSW 18+. Smut, slight dom/sub dynamics, use of “daddy”, titty fucking, oral implied (f. receiving), light choking, aftercare

Author’s note: This is for @cryingabtab , whose name I drew for @foreverdolly’s Discord Secret Santa fic exchange. I hope you like it, Faith!

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“Austin…” you said with a warning in your voice.

“What, lil mama?” He replied back in Elvis’s signature drawl, a smirk on his beautiful face.

“Don’t start something you can’t finish,” you warn. You can’t pinpoint the exact time tonight when things had started to take a turn. Maybe it was at the bar, after a couple of drinks, as Austin started to loosen up and when that happens he falls back into his Elvis accent easily, almost without thinking. The King never left him, not really. Or maybe it was in the Uber on the way home, when you began to tease him by quoting Priscilla’s lines from the film, and he started replying in turn as Elvis. Or maybe, maybe it was the fact that when you got home, both more than a little tipsy, you begged him, dared him, to put on the black leather ‘68 Special outfit that he had kept from the film.

And that’s how you found yourself here, with Elvis Presley, instead of your boyfriend, Austin Butler. There’s something in his eyes you’ve never seen before - something wild and almost…feral. Like he wants to break you and bruise you but in such a way you’ll thank him for it and beg for more. Your heart bangs in your rib cage as he starts to advance towards you, his eyes pinning you to the bed - you couldn’t move even if you wanted to. You forget to breathe for a moment, completely under his spell. He’s standing over you now, dark and beautiful. The black leather hugs his lithe body perfectly and not for the first time you send a silent thanks to Catherine Martin.

“On your knees. Now,” he says with quiet force. Oh. This is new. He’s always mild and sweet, gentle even when he’s destroying you. The way he commands you now leaves no room for argument and you drop to your knees immediately, ready, willing and breathless. You reach your hands up towards his hips eagerly and he gruffly swats them away.

“Did I say you could touch me, honey?” He stares down at you and something like anticipation mixed with dread fizzes in your chest. You shake your head timidly, words failing you. He unzips his pants and pulls out his throbbing cock, stroking it lazily while he eyes you. He smirks, the caged animal look in his eyes sending a shiver through you, and it’s like he’s been holding something back the entire time you’ve known him.

“Take your tits out,” he orders. Your eyes widen and you hold back a gasp - he’s never said that to you before, not once, and it has you clenching around nothing and squeezing your thighs together. You do as he says, quickly shedding your t-shirt and bra. You look up at him, waiting for further instruction. He takes your hands, placing them on either side of your breasts, and squeezes them together.

“Just like that, darlin’. Stay just like that for me,” he says a little breathlessly as he spits in his hand and smears it to the glistening mess made by the pre-cum leaking from his tip. He guides his cock into the crease made by your soft, plush breasts and begins pumping in and out. You wish you could grab onto his thighs, his waist, anything to anchor yourself as his movements rock you back and forth into the bed, the wooden frame digging into your back with each thrust, your knees starting to rub and burn on the carpet. Austin is groaning, coming apart at the seams and he leans into you, grasping your neck for support, hand tightening around your throat just a little. His other hand grabs your hair and roughly pulls your head back, forcing you to look up at him, your eyes watering from the strength of it. The burning look in his eyes as he stares down at you sends a fire ripping through your body, blazing from the inside out, and you think it’s the hottest thing you’ve ever seen.

“Goddamn, baby, look at ya, all pretty and willing on your knees for me, ready to take whatever I give ya.” His breathing is ragged and his hips start to stutter, noises you’ve never heard from him before are escaping his delicious mouth. You look up at him, tears tracking down your face now and falling into your ears, his grip on your throat squeezing a little more air out with each thrust, his hand in your hair is like a vise, shooting a pleasing pain through your head and down your spine. He’s the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen - head thrown back, the prettiest flush creeping up his neck to his cheeks, mouth parted in ecstasy. God you just want to feel his mouth on you. Maybe later, if you’re a good girl and give him what he wants, maybe he’ll lay you out on the bed, ever so tenderly, and kiss every inch of you and use his tongue and his mouth to bring you to tears again.

“Come for me Daddy,” you manage to choke out, and he gasps then and pulls his length out of your warm, heavy breasts, and strokes himself roughly as he spills his pearly essence onto your neck and chest. He falls forward a little, legs wobbly and completely spent and you grab his hips to keep him from falling. You rest your forehead on his stomach as you both try and catch your breath. You chuckle a little, unable to believe what just happened and Austin looks down at you, a sheepish look on his face as he helps you stand up.

“You ok, babe? I….I don’t know what came over me,” he says, face flushing red. “Let me…hold on, don’t move, just sit right here.” He takes you by the shoulders and sits you down on the bed and disappears into the bathroom a moment before returning with a warm, wet washcloth. He kneels before you and gently wipes you clean before using his long, cool fingers to dry the tears that still linger on your cheeks.

“My sweet baby,” he coos, stroking your hair, “you did so good for me. Look at these poor, little knees, all red and raw from letting me have my way with you.” He places a tender kiss on each stinging knee, his hands moving up your thighs slowly before coming to rest under your skirt, placing a warm palm on your mound. “Now it’s Daddy’s turn to take care of his bestest girl.” His deep voice sends a shiver through you as his other hand pushes you softly down on the bed. You lay back as you feel him place wet little kisses all along your legs. Maybe you should get Austin drunk more often, you think hazily. You could think of a few more things you want to try with Elvis, but all of those thoughts are driven from your mind the moment you feel him tugging down your panties. You lift your head with effort and see your boyfriend, at least you think it’s your boyfriend, smirking at you from between your thighs.

“You ready, lil mama?”

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Tags: @aconflagrationofmyown @jelliedonut @elvisabutler @butlersxbirdy

#austin butler #austin butler fic #austin butler fanfiction #austin butler imagine #austin butler elvis #austin butler smut #austin butler fantasy #austin!elvis smut #austin butler x you #austin butler x y/n #austin butler x reader #elvis 2022 #cryingabtab #written by ab4eva

[rabbittwist]

Feral Conception

Michael Myers x Reader

Summary: N/A - Straight sauce.

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Word Count: 2.7k

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MASTERLIST | Slashers | Michael Myers

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WARNING: [NSFW, breeding kink, choking kink, creampie, lingerie, feral sex, marking kink, predator/prey kink, multiple positions, semi-pet play, masturbation, long drabble]

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"Oh!"

Michael shoved two fingers roughly into your leaking cunt, hitting that sweet spot that would send you over the edge in only a matter of minutes. He had you laid down against his large frame on your shared bed, legs forced to be spread by hooking your knees over his own in a painfully large split, and his free hand wrapped tightly around your pretty, bruising neck. All you could do was grip onto his bicep as he choked you, and dig your nails deep into the wrist that fucked you with thick fingers.

This was not how his night was supposed to go. Michael was suppose to go out and release the tension built in his chest from the voices that screamed for blood. Michael was suppose to go ravage inside someone's unsuspecting home and make sure whoever they were had a personal meeting with Lady Death herself. But no. You just had to be home when he was. You just had to come home early to try on that deliciously pink lingerie set you've been desperately waiting to wear.

You were too busy checking out your newly purchased piece to notice Michael entering your home and coming up the stairs. The only indication you got that he was inside was the loud thunk of his knife hitting the floor, and by then it was too late to hide what you bought.

"M-Michael! I didn't expect you to be home by now!" You stuttered, trying to quickly cover your exposure with what little pride you had left.

You noticed the way his hands shook, clenching and unclenching constantly, and how his body was tight as his muscles contracted. His breathing was heavy and rapid against the mask he wore, it loud and obvious while he continued to stare at your quivering form.

"M.. Michael-"

He took a loud step towards you, causing a flinch to ripple through your body, and take your own step back. Noticing your movement, Michael took no time to get over to you (it almost being instantaneous with how quick he was), not giving you the possible opportunity to escape. You let out a noise of surprise when his rough hands grabbed your arms, soon nabbing his sleeves and keeping a tight hold on his forearms to steady yourself. Gazing up into the holes of Michael's mask, you felt your breathing get caught in your throat when you saw his eyes - his pupils were constricted and irises smaller than normal, his attention scanning your body with fast glances over every part of your exposed figure.

After building up the courage, you asked with a shaky breath, "Michael, are you okay?"

He gave no response to your concern before suddenly lifting you off your feet and shoving yourselves onto the bed, leading to events that would land you in your present spot; his fingers fucking in and out of you roughly while being choked by his hand.

You couldn't help the pathetic moans that rawed your throat with each passing second of his hand rutting into your soaked sex. The crotchless panties that came with the lingerie you bought gave Michael the luxury of struggle-free entrance, and an easy view of your quivering pussy that fluttered perfectly around his fingers. You felt your climax begin to form from the lewdness of it all, a knot tightening in your abdomen and causing panic.

"Michael, no, please- ah- don't make me cum! Don't make me cum in this!" You cried out, your voice pitching up on your final word.

You shouldn't have told Michael Myers exactly what he was wanting to hear, because now, his fingers pulled away from your gapping hole in one swift motion and made sloppy circles around your hardened clit, earning a loud sob-filled moan from your trembling lips. You repeated 'no' over and over again as your orgasm grew near, bucking your hips in an attempt to deter your lover from forcing you to cum on his hand. With this bratty behavior, the grip on your neck tightened, warning you to accept your fate as you threw back your head in coerced bliss.

“Cumming.. Cumming-!”

You let out a borderline scream as your orgasm ripped through your system with such force, your vision clouded in white as your eyes rolled back in pure ecstasy. You couldn’t formulate a single thought, Michael worsening your situation with slow circles rubbing around your sensitive pearl. The grip on your neck was as tight as ever, a bruise surely to be left there before the next morning. You didn’t care. Hell, you couldn’t even care about anything. All that was on your mind in this moment was euphoria, wanting to chase that high over and over again from Michael’s efforts. As you began to regain your senses, your mate slowly pulled his hand away from your slick and split his fingers, showing you the stringy mess you left behind on them. He scissored the two digits slowly, admiring your spilled excitement despite your embarrassing gaze on them, before bringing them under his mask and licking them clean. You were completely hot in the face, and tears began to slip into the corners of your eyes from the pleasure and absolute embarrassment of what Michael was doing to you. As if sensing your state, his eyes snapped down to your body after pulling his fingers out of his mask, wanting to see the mess he made of his little girl. When he saw the shining tears cascade down your cheek, a fire was set off in his chest, and he was quick with his next moves despite wanting to savor your vulnerability. With the hand that was still gripped around your neck, Michael firmly pushed his thumb on your jawline to turn your head back towards him, it being a harsh turn and causing a whine to erupt from you. He gave your neck a tight squeeze at the noise, silencing your feeble complaint and signaling for you to look at him. Not wanting to worsen the state of your neck, you complied and let your eyes gaze up into the dark holes of Michael’s mask.

When your head turned and revealed your innocently lewd face, Michael’s breathing roughed up even more in almost an animalistic way. It surprised you, but if you saw what he saw, you’d understand the circumstance. With a sense of instinct, Michael moved his hand up from your neck and to your cheeks, squeezing them together and forcing your mouth open. You let out a short lived noise of discomfort before it was drowned out by Michael’s saliva coated fingers being shoved down your mouth. You shot your eyes straight into his in a confused daze, but the silent look he gave you told you everything as he forced you to suck on his digits; Taste me.

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A mixture of moaning, harsh panting, and the slapping of skin rang throughout your bedroom as Michael went down on your body. Your hands gripped onto his now open jumpsuit while his own were planted on either side of your head, your lower half folded up and shoved into a mating press. He planted your thighs on either side of his hips, your toes curled and pointed straight to the ceiling from how arched his body was to reach deep into your cervix with every rough thrust.

You couldn't help but look down to the junction of your thighs, watching Michael's thick length stretch your clenching hole as it went in and out, in and out. You moaned pleasurably as you watched his v-line slap against your skin, and his well built frame rub up against your clit with every deep thrust in. Michael let out strands of grunts before he slid his hand from the bed to the submental space between your chin and neck to jerk your face back up to his gaze. You gave out a whine of need as you stared into his mask while his hand dragged away from your neck and tangled into your scalp.

Giving a harsh tug, he jerked your body up into his in an arch, and forced his cock straight up against your womb. Your eyes crossed and fluttered shut, a high cracked moan ripping through your lips and earning a pleased smirk from behind Michael's mask.

You couldn't help how your eyes came from the back of your head before returning half-lidded to Michael, tears constantly running down your reddened cheeks. From how you looked at him, he could almost swear he saw little hearts in your eyes despite the carnal fucking he was giving you, and an involuntary growl rumbled from his throat that made the nonexistent hearts grow.

You looked so innocent. So prey like. Manipulated into liking a killers cock. Anything he'd give to see your fearful expression as he preyed on you in the forests of Haddonfield, becoming the full predator he was as he hunted you down just to manhandle you in the dirt. Shoving you into doggy and digging your head into the ground, ravaging your insides as the blood of his kill dripped down his chest and onto the base of his dick. He wanted- no, needed to claim you just as two animals would; fucking in heat from the need to own and breed their mate.

In several jarring motions, Michael had your face smashed into the pillows and your ass up in the air as he continued his barbarous pace. With each thrust, you let out choppy, raspy cries. Suddenly, your eyes widened when the tip of his thick cock jerked up into a soft spot of your inner walls, a high pitched squeal ringing out through your lips. Michael paused his onslaught, gazing down at your shaking figure with the tilt of his head. Before you could let out a sigh of relief from the moment of rest, Michael gave a hard thrust into your cunt back against that sweet spot that made you give another squeal.

It was music to his ears, music he wanted to keep playing as he continued to abuse that spot with feral thrusts into your weeping pussy. Wanting to peek behind you at the mess he was making against your rear, you lifted yourself up just barely with your arms that were tucked under you, and let yourself get a quick look at Michael's hips slapping against your reddening ass. Just when you were about to look up at Michael, a hand slammed your upper body back down into the bed, and another found its way into your hair with a vice like grip.

Michael took a moment to readjust himself on his knees before slamming away at your quivering pussy, basking in the tight grip you had on him as if wanting to milk him for all his worth. Slowly, he leaned forward onto your back, the latex of his mask rubbing against your cheek and his harsh breathing rang loud in your ear.

"Bunny." Michael growled, his voice raspy and low in a deliciously reverbing state.

Your cunt gripped his length tightly at the pet name, an embarrassed whimper escaping you from his words. He let out a grunt at the vice clench you held on him, his thrusting quickening to power through your delectably dense grip.

"M-Master! Master!”

His hips stilled against you, leaving you confused at his sudden pause as your pleasure washed away. Michael’s grip on your hair left along with his weight on your back. With a loud whine, his cock pulled out of you and left your hole gapped, twitching around nothing but air as the bed rose when he got off. You were dumbfounded by his actions, yet too fucked out to move out of the position you were set in as he walked to your shared dresser and began to rummage through his belongings. Finally taking a moment to breathe, you buried your head into the cool pillows and let your sweaty body shudder as your muscles relaxed. You heard a clinking noise before the shut of the dresser, footsteps quietly coming back over to the bed and dipping it as your serial killer came back behind you.

You let out a cry of pain as Michael grabbed you by the hair and pulled you up onto your knees and flush against his chest. The same hand quickly went from your tangled locks and down to your arms, grabbing them both into a firm grip behind your back and pinning you there. When you were about to question him, a leather collar strapped around your neck in a tight clasp, and you were shoved back down onto the bed as he let you go.

You couldn't formulate a word before Michael tugged you upwards, your hands instinctively going to hold you up. The chain leash attached to the collar you had no clue he obtained, wrapped around his hand snuggly before he pulled you up even more so your lower back was up against his hips.

In one fluid motion, Michael spread your legs with his own and shoved his cock back into your slit, the quickness of his actions causing a yelp from you. With an animalistic growl, he plowed straight into your sex like a jack rabbit, your broken moans and gasps matching with his raspy groans and pants. His thrusts slowed, yet kept their power as he leant down to your ear once more, his voice threatening as he snarled.

"I'm going to breed you," He accentuated his words with harsh, feral pounding of his hips, "Whether you like it. Or. Not."

You let out a defeated whimper as your hands gripped onto the collar that choked you stupid. He's going to empty out into me.. I'm not on the pill! You thought, but something in you snapped, and your pussy began to leak out like it was crying as an orgasm was placed right on the tip of your tongue. Was Michael breeding you with his semen actually making you cum? My, what a dirty slut you were for even thinking such a thing. Your most carnal, animalistic instincts were taking over to the point where you were left to feel your most basic role as an animal. Mate, breed, repeat.

At the very thought, everything snapped and you let out a high moan of pleasure as your thighs quivered with the slap of release. It had you feeling fire as your body released its love juices all over your thighs and Michael's abdomen, yet he kept pulling you back on his dick with that pet collar you were forced to wear and choke on.

Your body quivered and convulsed despite Michael continuing to ravage your prey body, chasing his own bliss as he gripped the leash, knuckles white. He grit his teeth as his cock twitched, and felt his balls prepare to shoot rope after rope of his baby batter straight into your breedable cunt.

Suddenly, he let out a snarl as his hips snapped up into yours, giving you everything he promised. Load after load was crammed into your womb, his boiling hot semen marking your insides while he slammed up into your pussy a few more times to push his cum straight into your womb. You sputtered out a gasp, practically begging for more of his thick milk despite him still emptying out in your tight, hot pussy milker.

When he finished, the tight grip on your leash and hip still present, you allowed your body to hang against the hold he still had. His cum began to leak out from around his cock and dribble down your fucked out thighs. Thinking he finally had his fill on screwing you dumb, you tried pulling yourself back down onto the bed to give your body the sweet release of rest. Feeling your movement, Michael tugged you back up against him and gave a harsh thrust, a gasp of overstimulation coming from your drooling lips.

Bringing your ear up to his mask, he allowed his hot breath to leak from his latex covering and onto your skin, violently giving you one final thrust as he lowly growled, "Stay."

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#michael myers #michaelmyers #smut #halloween #slasher #slashers #killer #michael myers x reader #michael myers x you #slasher x you #slasher x reader #slashers x reader #drabble #one shot #myers x you #myers x reader #horror films #horror movies #created by rabbittwist

[angelltheninth]

reader overstimulating hunter!!

cutting off his other senses, honing him in on this one really powerful feeling, enhanced senses and all.

sucking his cock until he's crying, but it feels so good and he's just an absolute mess

He's been through so much man. He needs a good fucking.

Pairing: Hunter x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, bondage (tied hands), blindfold, growling, cock riding, possessive sex, overstimulation, dirty talk, pussydrunk Hunter, feral Hunter

A/N: Let him be head empty, cock hard for once.

The bed shook and creaked from the force of Hunter tugging on his restraints, his cock going rigid inside of you for the nth time within the span of a few hours. It had been a fun game when it started, both of you confidant that you could make the other give up faster. Now it had become as seemingly infinite slew of orgasms, each feeding into the next.

"Ya were pretty confidant before sweetheart. But I don' think ya can resist my cock, your pussy's just too tight." He dug his heels into the poor bed underneath him, using his remaining strength to jolt his hips upwards, sending another flow of cum directly into your womb, "Don' even need ta see your face to know what kind of expression you're makin' right now." His confidence might be plentiful but so was yours.

He was the one tied up, the one at your mercy, "Big talk from someone who's cock's been hard for hours." This crazy stamina was of his was no joke, bit you had more then one trick up your sleeve. With a wicked grin you pulled up, exposing his hot, leaking cock to the cool air. The bed frame shook again, the ropes holding him against his thrashing.

Warm lips closed around one of his exposed nipples, his growl tapering away into a moan, his cock thrusting into nothing, feeling your warmth everywhere except where he needed it most. What made it even more cruel was the sound of your fingers fucking your pussy, the wet feeling of cum splashing about on his lower abdomen.

"Wish it were you huh?" You licked around his nipple, glancing back at his cock which flowed with hot cum despite there being no stimulation, "It can be. Please Hunter, I want you inside me so bad. Just say the word." He wasn't gonna fold easily and neither were you. Your fingers were a poor substitute for the cock that's been stretching your pussy for hours, "Should I go find someone else to satisfy me instead?"

Dangerous. You were playing a very dangerous game with him. Still you pushed on, despite his warming grunts and frowning.

You moved to the other nipple, the squelching sounds finally stopping when you brought your hand to Hunter's mouth instead. He bit your fingers hard, moaning at the combined taste hitting his tongue, the scent of sex assaulting his nose.

"Enough." He had had enough. He'd been letting you have your fun al this time but in a few short moments he'd managed to free himself from his restraints and impale you back on his cock, "You're all talk sweetheart. As if anyone could ever fuck ya as well as me. There's no other cock that can make your cunt happy, we both know it. And I'll prove it right here." He grabbed handfuls of your ass, the fast slapping sound of wet bodies hitting each other echoing around the room, "Come, come, come! Let me feel that cunt come! Now!"

There was no way to know which one of you was more desperate for it to happen, or who got there first but you both felt the sweet, and somewhat painful release wash over you. His cock slid out of you as you leaned forward, the length smacking against your ass.

Force he still didn't have enough. Of course not. He could never have enough. There was always more to give you.

#star wars #star wars x reader #the bad batch #the bad batch x reader #hunter x reader #star wars smut #star wars imagine #the bad batch smut #the bad batch imagine #tbb x reader #tbb smut #tbb imagines #tbb fanfiction #star wars fanfiction #the bad batch fanfiction #smut blurb

[littledreamling]

∇ - old age/aging headcanon (for dream and hob if they were human rather than immortal, i suppose)

Oh my friend, you have just unlocked a side of my mind that's rarely seen but so so feral!

From this headcanon meme!

I absolutely adore aging Hob and Dream. Even outside of a human au, I love the thought of them growing old together. Age continues to exist, even if the physical evidence of it (and indeed, the end result of it) does not. Hob still ages; each year that passes is another year since he last saw his mother, another year since he last rode a horse (he really wants to get back into that and keeps telling himself that this year will be the year, but it never is), another year since he heard his oldest friends' laughter. He feels the weight of his immortality every single day, and it's not an unbearable weight, but it hangs off of his shoulders nonetheless. Dream, too, ages. Perhaps not in the same way; his life is not measured in the same way as human lives are, he does not count each passing second as an added second to his never-ending, eternal clock, nor does he measure the length of the road behind him (or the road ahead of him) in human years. Yet he ages. If learning and growing and changing are all marks of growing up and growing old, then he is doing both. He was not always; for a long time, he had been stuck in time, neither adapting nor maturing in any conceivable way, but recent events (and a certain immortal mortal) have dragged him firmly into the realm of the aging.

And it's a good thing! Hob had learned the old aphorism long ago: change or die, and he had chosen to live. Living means changing; changing with the times, changing outlooks, changing opinions, changing biases. He is a master of change, moving from one life to the next with all the fluidity of a rushing river. His ability to do so is his aging. Likewise, Dream's willingness to, if nothing else, at least see Hob's point of view about change, shows his own aging.

But you didn't send this ask to hear me wax poetic about the philosophy of aging or changing, so here are my thoughts on old, human Dreamling.

Dream is a grumpy old man. He's the old man who worked every day of his life, without break or vacation, and his body is punishing him for it. He was definitely an artist of some kind, maybe a sculptor, maybe something else. It doesn't matter; at the end of his day, his knees click and his knuckles are swollen with arthritis and all of the muscles that had built up in his shoulders have languished in his old age. He can't hold a paintbrush or spin a pottery wheel anymore and it eats him alive with every sunrise. Hob, on the other hand, is the singular spot of warmth and light in Dream's life. Hob, a retired soldier, or maybe a life-long construction worker, has kept his sunny disposition (and, infuriatingly, his fit frame) into his older years. They're the quintessential grumpy one/sunshine one, though anyone who knows them personally knows that Dream has a soft spot for children, and for birds, and for anyone who has a story to tell, while Hob has a mean streak a mile wide if you get on his bad side. They spend their days sitting at the kitchen table, cradling warm cups of coffee or tea, or sitting on their front porch, cradling warm cups of coffee or tea, or sitting on a bench in their local park, cradling warm cups of coffee or tea. They always have warm cups of coffee or tea. They're well-known at the coffee shop, and Hob will recount the story of how they met in that very same shop loudly and at length to anyone who asks (and sometimes to people who don't).

On days when Dream feels as though he can't get out of bed, like his body is too heavy for the world, like his mind has fallen into such disrepair as to be unusable, Hob is the one who sits next to him, a warm hand on his shoulder, and affectionately calls him a drama queen. He'll roll his eyes at his husband's antics, but he'll bring him breakfast in bed anyway. And when Hob is haunted by old nightmares of a long life, not always well-lived, Dream will hold one of their countless books in long, shaking fingers, and he will read to his husband, poems and epic tales, and Dream won't tell Hob that he's not reading, he's reciting, because his quiver and eyesight have gotten so bad that he can't see the words clearly, but he knows them in his heart. And Hob won't tell Dream that he doesn't need to go through the trouble, that it's his presence that's grounding, not the words he's speaking; he'll sit in his presence and let the wash of words roll over him like a comforting tide, drowning his bone-deep anxieties. He'd listen to his husband read the phone book and still find enjoyment in that deep voice and the cadence of his tone.

And when they die, because they do die, they die together. Not in time, mind you, but in company. Surrounded by friends and family, the younger siblings of the Endless family, the children they adopted and the grandchildren, both blood-related and not. Morpheus dies first, his body breaking at the seams. He dies in his sleep, napping on the couch while Hob cooks dinner, and his last words are breathed into the quiet room, asking Hob for a blanket. The funeral is a somber affair, a solemn celebration of everything Morpheus had been; an artist, a husband, a father, a flawed man. The entire town attends, even those who had gotten yelled at from across the lawn or across the park (Dream had taken grave offense to anyone disrupting the local bird population, a story that gets told at the reception with teary eyes and wobbly smiles). When Hob gets home, their entire family is there, warm and laughing and joyful and he can feel his husband in the room, in the people they both had dedicated their lives to.

When Hob dies a week later, no one is surprised. It's his daughter who finds him, curled up on the very same couch, wrapped in the very same blanket, tucked lovingly around him, as if someone else had draped the quilt over his shoulders. She cries, because he was her father, and she loved him, and a part of her had hoped that he would be around forever. But there is a larger part, a much larger part, that finds comfort in the sight. Hob and Dream were never meant to be separated. Wherever they are, she reasons (because they were never a religious family), they are together. For now and forever. As they always should be.

#thanks for the ask! #anyway this got sad but I really enjoyed writing it #fun fact: my grandfather actually died how I described Dream dying #so that hit really close for me #I really love this idea (both ideas actually) and I could talk about it for way longer than this #dreamling nation is going to hate me for this one lmao #the angst king strikes again #I was really supposed to write tonight (and in a way I did) but this was far more fun to do #I made myself sad in such a good way #I hope this makes everyone else sad too #hehehe #i love how i say ‘rarely seen’ like this didn’t devolve into angst which I am very well known for lmao #the sandman #sandman netflix #dream of the endless #hob gadling #morpheus #dreamling #death cw #cw death #cw: death #major character death #my writing #death tw #tw death #tw: death

[misspearly1]

Breaking and Entry

Pairing: Dom!Joel x You (F!Reader) - this is not apart of my Dom Joel/ Sub Reader series.

WC: 2k

Warnings: 18+ Content, Minors DNI. Smut. Masturbation (Both F & M) Little bit of Voyeurism. Use of sex toys. Rough sex. Unprotected PIV. Praise kink & a little bit of Degrading kink. Overstimulation, it becomes a little too much for F. Mentions of after care for Joel. Fluffy ending. If I have missed anything, do please call it out my loves.

AN: Ok, I am writing a whole heap of stories at the moment, so I thought I drop this little smutty piece for you all to keep ya fed ;). (And myself too, I couldn't get this out of my mind). Hope you enjoy darlings - I plan to play the game sometime this week because I miss gruff looking Joel in the first game <3.

"Joel."

The sound of his name echoes throughout the house like a siren's song. Sweet and mischievous to the ears, he drops everything in his hands by the front door and starts following the sound of his beautiful angel calling for him. All lights are off, casting a darkness around every corner but Joel doesn't need light to locate where you are.

"Babe, come here." A giggle whispers its way to his ears, teasing the hunger that remains inside of him day and night - for you. "I've missed you so much today." You say seductively.

Discarding his clothes one at a time with each step he takes up the stairs, Joel reaches his bedroom with only his underwear left to be removed. A warm glow shimmered through the gaps with a scent of vanilla lingering in the air.

"I know you're there." A heavy sigh hums through the wood of the door - a sound so delectable to his ears that it sends a new rush of blood straight to his cock, hardening it with a feral need to be buried into your warmth. "Let me see you. I'm really close handsome, but I need to see your face."

Joel reaches for the door handle with a shuddering exhale then cracks it open a little before stopping at the sound of your gasp, followed by a loud vibrating hum. He doesn't move, but opens the door fully to be met by the pretty sight of you wearing a sexy new piece of lingerie while laying on your back, legs spread with a vibrator pressed to your clothed cunt.

Tongue running over his bottom lip, the man slides a hand inside his underwear to take himself in hand and ease the throb. You are soaking. Your little red laced panties are darkened with your desire as well as the sheets beneath you. Eyes almost black with lust, you didn't lift your head from the pillow but you met his gaze and formed your lips into the shape of an 'o'. You are close. Joel can see your legs trembling, but you're holding back.

"Hey there pretty lady." His voice rumbles across the room, eliciting a needy whimper from you. "Go on. Finish what you started." Joel hisses, leaning against the door frame to watch you pleasure yourself while slowly fisting his cock. "Let me hear all those sweet noises you make."

Muscles tensing and veins bulging, Joel strokes himself a little faster with a harder grip as you writhe on the bed. You amped up the vibrator and pushed it deeper into the fabric of your panties, directly over your sensitive clit. The way your voice sounds dry and parched as you mewl tells the man that this isn't your first orgasm.

"God-damn, Y/N." He seethes, an internal rage directed at his own will to stay put and keep his hands off you. Joel needs your cunt wrapped around him, not his hand, but first and foremost, he wants you ready for him. "Fuck! Pull those panties to the side." He groans through gritted teeth, practically fucking his fist now. "I want to watch your hole clench around nothing, baby doll."

Doing as he asked, you slid your lacy red underwear to the side and placed the vibrator over your bare clit, tossing your head back with surges of pleasure coursing through your body. "Joel! I'm going to-'' Your warning was cut short with your climax.

Toes curling into the sheets, the warmth rushes to your chest and spreads like fire, setting your whole body alight with stars. "Good girl. That's it, Y/N.'' Joel praises kept you from floating to another dimension, your orgasm was still seeing through its course, making it too much to bear against your abused clit. You've lost count of how many times you've climaxed tonight, it's been hours since your first one.

Taking the vibrator away as it became too much, you heaved a heavy breath and slowly started to come down from your high. You need a drink of water. Your mouth is so dry from all the moaning that you're certain it's going to hurt tomorrow morning. The sound of floorboards creaking open your eyes and you lift your head to see Joel climbing onto the bed with an animalistic look on his face.

"We ain't done yet, darlin'." He grunts deeply before slotting his hips between your legs and thrusting his cock through your cunt in one swift motion. You cried out with the intrusion, hands instantly darting out to his shoulders to hold on for what's to come next.

Buried to the hilt with ease, Joel shows his impatience by removing his cock and slamming it back home again. Somehow stretching you open more than the first time. You cry again, moaning his name to the high heavens above, but this time with Joel mocking you. "That's what I like to hear darlin'. Scream for me while I fuck you into the mattress."

Finding his rhythm which was slow and deep, yet punishingly hard each time his hips snapped into yours, Joel slipped a hand around the back of your neck and gripped gently. "You missed me today, huh?" He chuckles, heavy breaths bellowing across your face. "You miss my cock, don't lie sweetheart.”

That was… semi true. You do miss his cock, and you do miss him too. He left you in the early hours of the morning for his patrol, but something went wrong and he had to stay out there all day, thus bringing him back at this late hour, exhausted and irritable. A frustration that is effectively subsided when buried in your warmth, and it’s most favourable that you have spent the last few hours in his absence fucking yourself on his bed. 

You met Joel three months ago when joining Jackson, and boy what an adventurous three months they have been. You and him instantly took a liking to each other, and it didn’t take long for you to end up in his bed either. You don’t even live here, but you broke in to surprise him after hearing something went wrong on a patrol. “You’re a naughty girl, sweetheart.” Joel groans, bringing up your most recent thoughts “I oughta teach you a lesson for sneaking around my home when I ain’t here.” 

Pulling out of your cunt and grabbing your arms, Joel swiftly turns you around and pushes your face into the covers, successfully silencing your mewls as he thrusts his cock back inside of you. The man kept you in that position for a few moments before giving you a break for air, though he did that by gripping handfuls of your air and pulling your head back.

“Can’t get enough can you? I fuck you last night and this morning, but you always come back for more.” He growls into your ear, cock slamming into your from behind. “I just fuck you so good don’t I. Nothing else can compare, not even this little vibrator.” 

Grabbing the toy and pressing it to your clit, you cried as Joel buried his face into your neck and grinded into you. The clench around his cock apparently broke his dominance over you, but only for a moment. Standing up and pulling you with him, he placed the vibrator in your hands with an order. “Don’t take it away unless I tell yer to.” 

“O-okay.” You manage to utter. Shaking violently from his actions, Joel was fucking you now with such brutality that your breasts slapped your skin as they bounced. The hands he placed to your hips stopped you from falling forward and kept you in place, but that wasn’t enough for Joel.

Bringing one of his hands up your body, he grabbed your throat and pulled your head back to his shoulder. It didn’t hurt, you were too focused on your orgasm to care even if it did hurt, and his lips placed to your ear whispering absolute filth just drove you insane. “You’re gonna cum, I can feel it, baby.. s..squeezing me so t-tight. Oh fuck.” He moans, mouth falling open. “That’s it, Y/N. Cum for me you cockdumb slut.” 

Mewling with your climax, you tried to move the vibrator away but Joel grabs it just in time and holds it against your clit. “Ah ah. I didn’t say move it, now did I?” The sensations were too powerful, thus making you scream, however he moves his hand from your neck to hold over your mouth as he grunts. “The neighbors darlin’. They’ll complain.” 

As your shaking body jerked against Joel’s grip, you could feel another orgasm quickly building and you moaned into the palm of his hand with tears rolling down your cheeks. It felt so good, yet painfully good. Cock thrusting in and out of your cunt with a powerful vibration to your clit was too much pleasure. The vibrator was too much, but before you could even reach for Joel’s hand over your mouth to tell him, your eyes spring open with a sudden rush of liquid gushing out of your cunt, completely drenching your legs and Joel's. 

“Joel!” Ears ringing from how loud you screamed, a blanket of stars erupted behind your eyelids and Joel finally took away the vibrator, allowing you to come down from your aching orgasm, however he was still snapping his hips into yours, chasing his own climax.

“Nearly there darlin’. I’m close.” He says softly, planting one kiss on your lips before looking into your eyes. You’re spent. Completely spent and exhausted, and just as quick as the thought popped into his mind to abandon his orgasm to take care of you, your hand reaches up to thread your fingers through his hair. “Cum for me Joel, please.” 

Please - that was all it took.

The sound of your voice pleading him sent Joel over the edge and he quickly pulls out to spill creamy white ropes of his seed onto your lower back with a groan deep from his stomach. Kisses then planted to your shoulder, he breathed through his high while running a reassuring hand up your stomach. “Are you okay, babydoll?” He asks, voice raspy. “I didn’t…didn’t hu-”

“No, never.” You cut him off with a shake of your head upon hearing the guilt in his tone. “I’d speak up and tell you if it did hurt. It was just…” You sigh a chuckle, taking his hands in yours. “...For a moment there the vibrator was becoming too much, but I wasn’t in pain babe. I promise.” 

Tilting your face to meet his lips, it was soft and passionate, expressing every reassurance that Joel may want or need in this moment. You love how rough he can get in the bedroom, though sometimes when it’s a rough session, he needs extra attention and care when coming back down to earth. You sometimes need it too, but tonight Joel was the one in need of after care.

Walking towards the bathroom with him and still kissing him on the lips, you stopped at the sink and held a cloth under the tap before turning it on. “Will you stay the night?” He asks, taking the cloth from you and cleaning the mess he made on your back. “I want to feel you beside me in bed, it’s been a long day sweetheart.” 

“Of course.” You nod. Tossing the rag into the sink and holding his hands, you took Joel towards the bed and pulled the sheets back. “Let me fix this first, lay down handsome.”  

Removing the blanket that you soaked and finding another in the cupboard, you came back over to Joel and climbed in beside him then readjusted the covers over you both. Before you could even decide which sleeping position to take, Joel chose for you by turning you over to lay on your side and spooned you from behind. Skin touching skin just the way he likes it, he pulls your body flush to his and rests his chin in your neck. “No more breaking into my home, Y/N.” He whispers, gently shaking his head. Shame burned your cheeks and you felt terrible, however his next words overpowered the shame with happiness and joy. 

“I’ll get a key cut for you tomorrow, darlin’. My home is your home.”

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[ratchlocked]

If ur still looking for ratchlock prompts I would love to see something with either consensual cannibalism or siphoning. I go absolutely feral for the amount of trust it takes to be so vulnerable to give part of yourself to be subsumed by another yet trust them to not hurt you. I think it also fits in with ratchet's need to take care of others at his own expense. Feel free to ignore if it's not your cup of tea!

Well, dear anon, here you go. This broke the definition of "drabble" and is a one-shot instead, huh. Oops. Enjoy your 1,000+ words! If you like it, I'd love to hear from you :D

Warning: consensual cannibalism! This isn't sex but it's still kinky and horny, so beware.

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43961157 (I'd love some kudos/comments!)

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There is a plus to having his optics on a doctor. Many, in fact. The Doc can patch him up when he's wounded, mitigating the danger of exposing any vulnerability to another Decepticon before he can make it to a safe enough place to let his nanites get to work on repairs. He's also intelligent—Deadlock doesn't have the time to play with fools. More important than any of that, though, is that Ratchet knows how bots work. Through and through. He knows what breaks them, right down to the most minute things that can go wrong. He knows a million ways to fix those things, and it's downright fascinating what can be done to a mech without the risk of endangering their life. At least, not if remedied quickly enough.

With that in mind, Deadlock had proposed something to his dear medic, and he waits with a rattling shudder to each vent in for his response.

"Would you give me a piece of you, Doc? A real piece, one that I get to keep inside me forever?"

Ratchet's gaze is steady, boring into his own. Deadlock can already feel his frame heating up, ripples of possession and desire rolling through his EM field. For half a minute, he wonders if Ratchet will really say yes.

Because, surely, he knows what Deadlock is asking for. Deadlock is a siphonist—he's taken Ratchet's fuel many times, drank hungrily from the lines at his neck, or the glimpse of cables at his wrist joints. Ratchet knows that his fangs are sharp enough to pierce metal, to tear into it. Logically, then, he is also capable of... consuming it entirely.

Ratchet, Deadlock knows, must know of this phenomenon, too. Must be able to make the connection himself that Deadlock wants more than just his fuel. 

Deadlock braces himself for rejection, his spark taut in its casing. 

Ratchet comes closer, their chests pressing flush together. He takes Deadlock's clawed servo and cups the side of his own helm with it. Deadlock brushes the delicate little wing there between the tips of his digits.

"Whatever piece you'd like," Ratchet answers. "I trust you."

Deadlock doesn't lunge—no, he takes his medic's free servo in his own, gently lifting the pristine white plating of Ratchet's arm to his lips. 

"You're sure? It'll hurt more than..." Deadlock begins to warn him, but the look in Ratchet's sweet blue optics cuts him off. He's... serious about this. He understands. He's... he's going to let him do this.

"I want this," Ratchet reassures him, and the soft crook of his neck pushes that precious little wing further between Deadlock's digits. He could snap it off so easily, but he never, ever would.

"Ratchet," Deadlock groans, his voice softly crackling with static. The movement brushes his lips and fangs against soft plating, soft plating that he's wanted to crush and tear with his fangs for so long. He won't risk damaging Ratchet's talented servos, nor the sensitive wiring that connects them to his systems, so he must be careful with this. Ratchet would know this, too. One wrong move here could risk his career, his very duty. 

Deadlock bites into the plating of Ratchet's arm, beautiful white-painted metal tearing, compacting. Crushed beneath the force of his jaw. Ratchet's pained gasp sends alarm and heat in a single throb to Deadlock's spark, but he doesn't pull away. Ratchet is still, his servo still cupped over Deadlock's at his helm. Ratchet wants to stay here. As Deadlock consumes this piece of him, as Deadlock tears into his frame like he's his prey.

Only, he isn't. Deadlock would never hurt him, not in a way that couldn't be mended. And though he feels possessive of him, he would never claim to own him. He only wishes for Ratchet to be his. And his instincts tell him that for them to become properly inseparable, he needs to take a part of him as his own.  

Metal fangs gnash, chewing armoured plating like an organic would flesh, and the scraping of it as it travels down Deadlock's intake is exquisite. If Ratchet's frame leaves scratches, then those, too, will stay with him. He groans in satisfaction, grasping Ratchet's wrist with all the delicacy of a lover as he takes another chunk of his plating, ashamed to so enjoy the sound of it being cut, torn and crushed.

Ratchet whimpers this time, and Deadlock chews a little more hurriedly than before, intaking the scraps quickly before licking over the torn metal and wiring with his glossa. Lubricant drips from it, coats the shreds of metal liberally, and Ratchet—Ratchet moans.

This time, Deadlock does pull back, his mouth slack as he stares at him. 

"You... It can't..." There's no way that it feels good, he thinks.

But Deadlock knows that look in Ratchet's optics. That haze, the soft flickering of light. 

"Take more," Ratchet gasps, and Deadlock can only interpret it as a command. "Take as much of me as you want."

The next time Deadlock bites down, the tear of metal is sensual, languid. Wires snap between his fangs, and his gaze flits up to watch Ratchet's helm roll back, pain and pleasure crackling with static from his vocalizer. Deadlock can feel his spike pressurizing beneath its panel, and he hisses, glossa lavishing the torn metal and damaged wiring of Ratchet's forearm. 

"That's enough," Deadlock states raggedly, tearing himself away. Ratchet's energon drips from his lips, but the medic doesn't flinch away when he comes close, his servo curling tightly around the back of Ratchet's helm. "I want you."

Ratchet's damage isn't substantial, but Deadlock knows that it must hurt. Torn wires spark with live electricity. Energon drips from where he'd broken a line, but if left alone, Ratchet's nanites will seal it before he's ever at risk of bleeding out. 

Ratchet presses his frame to Deadlock's, the heat beneath his modesty panelling obvious. Deadlock growls, pulling him into a kiss that draws energon from his lips. Deadlock groans as he laps it up, his spike panel snapping open as his want pressurizes urgently between them.

"I'm yours," Ratchet whispers, the gentle touch of his servos flitting over Deadlock's frame. "Now, and—"

"Forever," Deadlock says with him, a soft smirk curled on his lips.

#ratchlock #valveplug #deadlock #ratchet #dratchet #transformers #cannibalism #idw #it's actually quite soft I swear #asks #my writing

[thiswasinevitableid]

Kepler Kreeps (Indruck)

The winner of the "sweet more than scary" prompt poll was: You and I are both haunted house actors and tonight is a slow night

Duck’s tent is covered in blood. 

Fake blood, but still. If he ever needed an excuse to buy one he hasn’t had since 1998, this is his chance. 

His room is one of the darkest, with only a tipped over lantern in the corner and glo-strips to help people safely find their way through. Squinting at his watch, he sees there’s still two hours to go before they close.

“Shoulda brought a card game or something.” He whispers.

No response from the darkness across from him. 

“‘Drid? Hey, mothman, don’t conk out on me now!”

There’s a sharp trill and then two, red eyes glow in the corner, “Oh dear, I was trying so hard not to fall asleep. If it’s any consolation, we will not be seeing another group for at least fifteen minutes. Not to mention the screams from Minerva’s scene would have woken me up.”

“True.” They’ve been using the alarm from his friend’s alien abduction sequence as their cue to get in position. After all, they want Kepler’s one and only haunted house to be worth the ticket.

Duck had worked with Kepler Kreeps a few times, usually when they were short volunteers and needed an extra zombie or ghost. The profits always went to the youth center, and Duck liked the chance to goof off a bit. So when he got back from Brazil in need of ways to get back into the swing of things in Kepler, volunteering for this year’s haunted house was a no-brainer. 

He’d been surprised to find Indrid seated in the folding chairs along with him on the first night of planning; last he’d heard the Sylph had gone home, leaving Leo to take up the Winnebago in his place. 

“I tried it for a while. But I was not speaking hyperbolically when I told you I was fond of earth. I missed it terribly and Sylvain…she has another, younger seer. So when the gate re-opened I decided to move back.”

This was how Duck also learned Indrid had been living in the apartment beneath him for three months. He’d taken Leo’s spot on the lease. Given that Duck had never seen him coming or going, he’s mostly just glad the mothman is getting out of the house. 

The group settled on “Haunted Monongahela” for the theme, with each room being a different scene of horror or carnage unfolding in the national forest. As people were chatting amongst themselves about what rooms they could do, Indrid had flapped his hands, grabbed Duck’s arm, and said “I have the perfect idea.”

So now here they are, in the second weekend of the house’s run, waiting for some kids to scare. The first weekend is always busy as the haunted house die-hards and people ready for the spooky season to start flock to the gates. His guess is it won’t get really crowded again until a week or two before Halloween. 

Screams from the front of the house. Now that Sylphs are an open secret, a few are more comfortable being seen in their monstrous forms. In this case, it’s Barclay’s second cousin, Franklin, who after a bout of being feral in Texarkana moved up to Kepler to work as a bartender. Franklin starts the house off in style by chasing guests up a corridor, teeth and claws bared. 

Soon enough, there are horrified shouts from the room closest to them, courtesy of Minerva slicing open the chest of a dummy and sending fake blood everywhere. Duck slips back into the tent and readies himself.

Once the cluster of teenagers is over the threshold, he shakes the frame and scratches at the canvas, screaming like he’s being torn apart. This scares the group away from his side of the room and keeps them from noticing the massive, feathery shape rising up behind them.

All Indrid has to do is open his wings and shriek to send them running to the next room. 

When no more groups come through, Indrid perches on the block he’s using to get further above everyone’s heads and drums on it with his claws as they wait for more victims. 

“You doin’ anything fun for Halloween?” Duck crawls out and sits up in front of the tent entrance, stretching out his back. 

“Most likely joining Barclay and the others at the Lodge for a double-feature. Ooh, unless-”

“Unless?”

“Unless we get many trick or treaters at the complex?” Duck can just make out the lines of his antenna twitching. 

“Decent number, since we got plenty of kids in the apartments and in the neighborhood. Crap, that reminds me, I gotta get the place decorated so they know to come up the stairs and knock.”

“Do you prefer classic decorations or more of a theme?” Indrid cocks his head.

“Usually just do lights and maybe a skeleton or two. I do got this one idea I think would be fun, but it’d take up more space, maybe even get in your way.”

“Duck, you saw where I was living, do I strike you as needing everything neat and tidy?”

“Guess not. It’s kind of a cheesy idea though…”

“I insist you tell me. Please?” The disappearance and reappearance of glowing eyes suggests Indrid is trying to bat his eyelashes at him.

“Okay, okay. I was thinking I could decorate like it’s a haunted tropical island. Put aloha shirts on the skeletons, see if anyone makes a skeletal parrot-”

“Put out some Jimmy Boo-fet records perhaps?”

Duck laughs, “Exactly!”

“That sounds delightful? Would you like some help? We could even decorate both apartments in the same vein for a stronger impact. “

“Hell yeah. You wanna stop by my place after work on Monday? I was gonna run out and get stuff then.”

A flash of teeth in the darkness, “It’s a date.”

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Duck tosses a few more leis into the shopping cart. He’s debating whether to get a spinning projector that casts ghosts over the walls when Indrid appears, hands behind his back. 

“I have the perfect costume for you.”

Duck leans on the cart, “I swear, if those are bear ears-”

Indrid gasps, mock affronted, “How could you suggest I would sink so low as a Smokey the Bear joke?”

“Smarter than the a-ver-age bear.” Duck swipes the ears from Indrids hand and places them atop silver hair, “besides, you wear ‘em better.”

His friend smiles as he removes the headband, “That’s high praise. Unrelatedly, if we go by the thrift store we will find some shirts that are perfect for the skeletons.”

Indrid’s foresight is spot on, and they also score a “It’s Five O’Clock Somewhere” hat and some unopened skull lights. He’s having such a nice time that he doesn’t think twice about asking if Indrid would like to grab dinner, though he slightly regrets his offer of a ride when his friend discovers the Jimmy Buffet C.Ds in his car.

“You truly contain multitudes, Duck Newton.”

“I had a case of the Mondays!”

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“This really was a way better idea than me just playing dead.” Duck says as he and Indrid get into their haunted house positions. The doors open in fifteen minutes, and the presence of an actual line suggests a busy night.

Duck adds, “But I’ll have you know I was always real good at playing dead. Played so many dead guys in emergency trainings.”

Indrid makes an amused face.

“I’m serious. Watch.” Duck lays down on his back, closes his eyes, and goes limp. 

After a moment, Indrid says, “That is rather convincing.”

Duck says nothing. 

“That is also very convincing.”

The lights go out, signaling that it’s time to get in final positions. 

“Oh dear” Indrid sighs, “visitors are soon to be upon us and my fellow scare actor is deceased. Whatever shall I do.”

Duck manages not to laugh as Indrid crosses the floor. 

A tongue mlems onto his cheek and he slaps a hand across his mouth, giggling as he opens his eyes. Indrid is bent over him, grinning.

“Dang, you figured out my trick.”

“Indeed I did.” Indrid flicks him on the nose once with his tongue, then sneaks soundlessly back into his spot.

 Duck’s just glad it’s dark; he’s not ready for the mothman to see him blushing. 

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“I expected the Friday before Halloween to be much busier.” Indrid sits on the floor across from Duck as the haunted house stays quiet around them (except for the atmospheric music from Kirby’s room).

“They got that Zombie fun-run over in Huntington. Think a bunch of folks from town went there since it’s a one-night thing.”

Indrid shudders, “I cannot say I’d enjoy such an event. Zombies are…they feel too close to what happened with the Quell at times.”

“I get that.” Duck scoots forward an inch, “I always get freaked out by vampire movies. Something about the biting, all the teeth going into necks, ech” he shivers, “no thanks.”

“Perhaps we should be grateful Reconciliation never sent a vampiric abomination through. Not that I can remember anyway.”

Duck’s hand bumps Indrid’s in the darkness, “Ain’t sure I ever been more scared than when I saw them tryin’ to make a mimic that looked like Jane. Figured it out quick and then I was just pissed but…but there was a second before all that when I thought they’d taken her too. That even though she was far away from this whole mess, I hadn’t been able to protect her, y’know?”

Indrid nods, “I am sorry you had to see such a thing.”

“‘Drid? Can I ask you something weird?”

Another nod and a chirp of assent. 

“What’s the most scared you’ve ever been?”

A rustle of wings, then the lilting voice replies, “When I was young. Before I learned how to manage my abilities. If you can see the future and you are not careful, you can look too far ahead, see the end of everything. When you are a little mothling, huddled in the dark after bedtime, there is nothing more terrifying than to let your mind wander where it need not and see the day when the planet goes dark.”

“Oh fuck, ‘Drid, I’m so sorry, I had no idea.” Duck takes his hand, feels cool chitin as the other three join it, clinging to him. 

“I learned quickly to be careful. But there will still times, times like when I was driving back to Kepler to warn you all your plan would not work, where I could not stop seeing the end.”

“What did you do?” His heart cracks at the thought of Indrid hurtling down some empty highway with no relief from the image of the sky ripping away. 

“I looked to better futures. To the ones where you succeeded. To the little moments that came after, even as the chances of them faded. I took comfort where I could” he lets out a weak laugh, “though I never foresaw such a comforting moment coming to me in a haunted house.”

“Me neither.” Duck thinks on the last weeks, on hushed conversations waiting for guests to come through. He’s about to say he’s glad the haunted house has let them spend more time together, but then he remembers the evenings decorating the apartments together, remembers Indrid appearing at the park to draw, remembers calling through the floor to ask if the mothman would like to come up and share the pizza he got for dinner. 

“Got another weird question for you.”

Indrid’s hands tense. There’s a chirp Duck’s never heard before, unsure and hopeful.

“I know we both got plans late Halloween night to go to the Lodge. But, uh, before then…maybe we could hand out candy together. Since we made the outside of the apartments look so damn good together, seems silly to make trick or treaters climb the stairs.”

“The answer is yes. To both.”

Duck smiles, “I ain’t asked the second thing yet, sugar.”

“The answer remains the same.”

Duck raises onto his knees and kisses Indrid once, gently, and has the unique pleasure of a seven foot tall cryptid turning to butter in his arms. 

Indridr nuzzles his forehead, “Is this the part where I am to say something clever about you being my treat?”

Duck snickers and kisses him again, “Nah. Just warn me if we need to stop kissing and scare folks instead.”

Indrid purrs and cuddles him into his lap, “Consider it done.”

#indrid cold/duck newton #indruck #taz amnesty #promptober #monster boyfriend

[hellhoundslut]

Kinktober Day 8: Breeding

(Lucian is transmasc and uses he/him pronouns in this, Mars is genderqueer and uses they/them pronouns in this. If I see some misgendering, I'll fuck yall's Moms AND Dads!)

The creak of the bed frame was all that Mars could hear, aside from the stream of moans coming out of Lucian’s mouth. Their grin was wide and wicked as ever, their eyes glued to the spot where their cock pounded into Lucian’s soaked hole. Lucian’s eyes flutter with every thrust, constant groans filling the air as Mars continues to fill him. Mars leans down closer, pinning Lucian’s knees to his chest and his wrists in one hand. They hover just out of reach, laughing as Lucian tries to lean up to kiss them then whines when he realizes he’s not quite close enough. 

Mars’ hips soon speed up, heat and desire pooling in their balls, drawing them closer and closer to the edge. They can feel the same happening in Lucian as well; the way each thrust draws more wetness from him, how his moans grow more and more feral. Mars leans down, skirting just past Lucians lips to drag their sharpened teeth over his neck. 

“You’re close aren’t you?” Mars whispers in his ear. All Lucian can do is nod in return, not trusting his brain to come up with actual words. “I can tell darling,” Mars replies, “You’re fucking soaked and practically milking my cock. You want me to cum in you that badly?”

“Fuck yes!” Lucian cries out, another gush of wetness spilling onto Mars’ cock. It wasn’t his obvious desperation to cum that fought through his fog-addled brain, but the idea of being filled with Mars’ cum, to be bred and marked as theirs. It was enough to have him babbling and begging for it. “Please breed me! Please, I need your cum so much! Please!”

Mars’ eyes widen at the whimpering display from their lover, only fueling their arousal and need to fuck Lucian into oblivion. They bite down harder, sure to leave a mark but neither of them can find a reason to care. Mars slams into Lucian, their thrust growing erratic and stuttered as they pant into his neck. 

“Gonna fucking fill you up…stuff you full!” Mars growls through their teeth, Lucian’s moaning directly in their ear sending them over the edge. With a final slam of their hips and bite of their teeth, Mars bottoms out in Lucian and starts to cum, covering his cunt in their load. When Mars’ teeth break skin, Lucian cums with silent scream, his pussy clenched so tightly around Mars’ dick that they have no choice but to stay in place. 

Mars finally lets go of Lucian’s neck, their tongue on the bite mark sending a shiver down Lucian’s spine. They both lay there breathless, Lucian wrapping his arms around Mar’ body once his arms are finally free. Mars nuzzles into his neck, hands sliding over his chest and through his hair soothingly. Lucian shivers and whimpers again when Mars eventually pulls out, his eyes fluttering as he feels their cum slowly drip out of his pussy.

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[romanstheory]

All The Way

Characters : Drew McIntyre, Erika (reader), Sheamus

Warnings : age gap (over 21), visuals, smut, fluff, size kink, oral sex female receiving

Word count :823

18+

Finally…. We’re alone. Finally I get my fiancé all to myself! Every day has been interviews, press, training for us for the last month. Drew and I have been engaged for a little over a year now, and with our hectic wwe schedules it seems like we never see each other anymore. Not to mention being on different brands. “I feel like we never see each other anymore” I say to Drew before taking a bite of my food. One of our favorite things to do was order takeout and watch a new cringy horror movie. “I know babe” Drew sighs. Despite all of our time spent apart, when we do spend time together it’s like we never left each others side. Drew is my soulmate without a doubt, he’s my home, my resting place, and he knows me better than anyone else in every single way.

Our relationship started off rocky….. he’s 13 years older than I am. People assumed I was after his money, but I’ve always had my own money. Not to mention some people don’t take too kindly to mixed race couples. It seemed like the odds have always been stacked against us, but we always make it out on top. Slowly the rumors starts to die down and everything fell into place. Drew wraps his arm around me, pressing me into his warm toned body. He uses his other hand and pulls my head up, crouching slightly to lock lips with me.

Our lips locked and twisted softly but passionately. His big hands began to wander around my coco skin landing on my breast. He softly squeezes them, playing with my nipples between his fingers.

I begin kissing on his neck, I know it drives him crazy. I leave a trail of love bites on his neck and he flips me on my back onto the couch. He almost rips my pajama bottoms off of my petite frame. He quickly kicks off his pajama pants and looks me deeply into my eyes before pulling his long dark hair back and starting to give me head. His tongue swirled around my now throbbing clit. He groaned in enjoyment while I wrapped my thick thighs around his head. He reaches his arm up, gripping my breasts again. I tangle my hands up in his hair feeling myself approaching my climax soon. He licks faster, flicking my clit with his thick warm tongue, sending me into a frenzy….. I can’t control myself…. I release my thick cream onto Drew’s face. He chuckles and wipes face.

“A bit shaky huh?” He chuckles “don’t tell me you’re tapping out already”. It was very clear he was just getting started and I was on board with that ever he wanted to do. He picks me up, gently pressing my 4’11 frame against the wall. He lowers me onto his thick long member and passionately moves in and out of my soaked vagina. I can’t help but release long, loud, groans while I claw at his back and curl up my toes

He makes me feral! “You like that don’t you” Drew whispers in my ear “look at how you take me all in”. He begins bouncing me frantically. “Oh god Erika!” Drew’s voice echo’s like thunder. I sink my nails into his back one last time before he pushes himself deep inside of me releasing his warm juices. He pulls out of me, his thick semen running down my leg. We both shower and go to lay in bed.

We spend most of the night up talking and giggling. God I’ve missed him!

The next morning Drew and I get a text from Hunter about the surprise draft coming up….. we’re both eligible for draft. “Baby did you see this text from Hunter?” I say bright eyed. “I did! This could be great for us” Drew answers “I mean we could be on the same brand again”. It’s been two years since we were on the same brand! This draft was going to be different, the fans wouldn’t know. It was going to be a complete surprise to them.

I’m really getting my hopes up that Drew and I will be on the same brand. Oh god that would be amazing! “Maybe we can be a tag team” Drew chuckles. I was sure how serious he was, but I liked the sound of it. We could be like Miz and Maryse but a million times better. I already have a fearless ruthless persona, it would just work so well with him. Drew’s phone begins to ring, he answers without hesitation and puts it on speakerphone. “Hey big fella did you get that text too? About the draft?” Sheamus speaks loudly on the other end of the phone. “Of course I did!” Drew answers. “What’re ye hopin for?” Sheamus responds “I’m kinda hoping for Smackdown”. Drew sighs “I’m just hoping to be on the same brand as Erika. I mean you know that’s all we’ve wanted” he responds. The two exchange banter and end the call.

A week of silence passes….. and finally…. It’s time for the draft. WWE is making it its own event. All of the superstars are watching from home, live recording themselves for the worldwide WWE universe. Drew sets up the camera, I’m trembling in anticipation……. The draft begins….