#v: patience is a virtue

[effervescentdragon]

id say "i need arthur to learn how to focus" but honestly i'd take everyone ahead of him taking eachother out idegaf i just need him to do well

#patience is a virtue #i however. have v little. as does arthur obviously

[gutsby]

Walker Bait

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader

Summary: An unforeseen foray into a sex shop leaves you and Daryl trapped between a plastic cock and a hard place as a herd of walkers closes in. Angry sex ensues.

Warnings: NSFW. Protected p-in-v. Oral (m!receiving). Hatefucking, facefucking, and lots of dirty talk, leaning heavy on the “enemies” in the enemies-to-lovers trope. Mentions of a variety of sex toys and other filthy materials, including a blueberry-flavored condom and a walker wearing nipple clamps. 6.5k words.

“All ya gotta do is suck it.”

You were eye-level with the length of it now, all but staring down the barrel of the gun, so to speak. You wetted your lips, shifted uncomfortably on your knees. Then, almost reluctantly, you looked up at Daryl.

“What if it gets in my mouth?”

“It won’t.”

Daryl gripped the base of it with a sturdy hand and guided it closer to your mouth. You made a face as if to recoil, but Daryl was adamant. Insistent. One more false start and he’d probably just shove the thing down your throat. A man of many virtues he may have been, but patience was not among them.

“If I’d known you’d take this long I would’ve done it myself,” he scoffed.

You had just begun parting your lips to allow him entry, but on hearing this, you forced them shut, frowned, and opened them again just to retort:

“Why don’t you, then?! You wanna suck this shit so bad, be my guest.” You were already wobbling back onto your feet, wiping the dirt off your jeans and watching Daryl’s face turn even redder.

“‘Cause I’m teachin’ you, dipshit,” he snapped, “Can’t even tie yer fuckin’ shoes, but I figured ya maybe could siphon gas this once. My bad.”

And there it was: smug, shitstain Daryl ready to jump down your throat with another show of superiority. You couldn’t track, couldn’t forage, couldn’t hunt, couldn’t suck the gasoline out of a car or even put the hose in your mouth. You were useless in his eyes, and he was never shy to make sure you knew it. He looked you over once and hardly seemed to see you at all—just narrowed his eyes and flung the plastic tube in your direction.

Because Rick and all the rest of them were home, and you were here, scoping out the remnants of a seedy one stoplight town miles away, Daryl felt far more at liberty to act like a dick. He would’ve rather anyone been by his side but you, and he let you know as much, but somehow, in some sick and absurd twist of fate, you had been obliged to tag along. You sensed it was because you were the newest addition to Alexandria. And, quite frankly, because you sucked at every other task you’d been given, sucking gas out of cars was all that was left for you to do.

So easy a walker with a dislodged jaw could’ve done it. But you couldn’t. And Daryl despised you for it.

“Figure it out,” he muttered, turning on his heels to stalk off.

You weren’t sure if it was the irate glint in his eyes or the air of condescension in his tone, but you were floored. He’d made two, maybe three steps in the opposite direction when he felt something strike the black leather on his back. He turned again, dropped his gaze to the ground, and saw the plastic hose at his feet. When he looked back up, you were quick to trail behind, stomping past him without a second glance.

“Suck it yourself, asshole.” And you couldn’t help it; you gave him the finger over your shoulder.

You didn’t need eyes in the back of your head to see the rancid, sullen scowl plastered flat across Daryl’s face. Didn’t need ultrasonic hearing to catch him curse beneath his breath and kick something at his feet. You just kept walking in the other direction and hoped with everything you had he wouldn’t follow.

When you’d made it a ways down the street and Daryl hadn’t bothered to chase after you, you breathed a sigh of relief. Now he could raid the mini mart and loot canned foods to his heart’s content or prove himself useful in fifty other ways, and you could just explore.

From the looks of it, you were at the heart of this defunct podunk town and had virtually every amenity at your fingertips.

A barbershop on your right and a dive bar on your left, two boutiques with their windows all busted in, an unsightly patch of grass that once passed as a park, and one lone Texaco, almost treacherous in the light of day as it stood without a single car stationed at its pumps. “NO WAY OUT” emblazoned on a makeshift placard and half a dozen bodies littering the sidewalk before you.

Nothing quite like that small town Southern charm.

Against your better judgment, you went fishing in your back pocket for a few familiar friends to lift your spirits. First, the near-spent package of Virginia Slims, then the lighter, then your Walkman and headphones. An admittedly lethal combination for any would-be survivor of the apocalypse—limiting your hearing and crippling your lungs was no way to live in a world like this, Carol always warned before she snatched both culprits from your hands—but you didn’t care today. You were most of the way down the street and turning down a side avenue; if any walkers were in the vicinity, you figured you would’ve heard them moaning and groaning and dragging their boney asses behind you long before. By all appearances, you and Daryl were totally alone.

You thumbed one miniature flame into view and brought it close to the cigarette you had clamped between your teeth. Then you deposited the lighter back in your pocket, snapped your headset over your ears, and fiddled with the portable cassette player until the strains of some archaic Molly Hatchet tune went spiraling in your ears—“Bounty Hunter,” by the sounds of it.

You were walking at an easy pace now. Took a left off Main and strolled quietly onto Sheppard Street, careful to dodge every bottle, beer can, and rotting body you could. You took a drag and ogled some of the saddest storefronts you’d ever seen. Windows all blown to bits and insides looking like shit as every place appeared to be looted.

It wasn’t until you’d walked a little longer and made your way past the epicenter of the havoc that you saw any spot worth looking at. Where it seemed every other place for food, clothes, firearms, or frozen yogurt along this stretch of road was ransacked and dilapidated, you noticed one building that wasn’t.

In fact, it stopped you dead in your tracks and warranted a triple take to ensure you were seeing things properly the first time you saw it. Blinking with disbelief in the face of this scorching Georgia heat, came your first, unfathomable, ‘What the fuck?’

Juicy Peach Pleasure Shop—Take a bite inside!

There were some sick, twisted people in this world before the turn, that was for sure.

You made a beeline for the entrance.

Admittedly, you’d seen your fair share of funky ass sex shops in your day, but this one took the cake. All shuttered up and seemingly untouched since the world first went to shit—because who in their right mind was robbing a pocket pussy emporium in the midst of the apocalypse?—the store was in surprisingly pristine condition.

The inside was probably tiny and grimy and crawling with walkers—but it was also now your only hope to make yourself useful to the Alexandria community, you thought.

You quickly came to realize that this store would allow you to supply a truckload of sex toys and offer every adult back home the opportunity at a kinkier recreational outlet. With a stockpile of vibrators, ball gags, and anal beads alike, you could finally show them you were good for something. Maybe even worth keeping around, in spite of your subpar siphoning skills and the fact that you’d scared off nearly every animal Daryl attempted to hunt.

You’d be a Juicy Peach pioneer, and one that was likely to meet with tremendous success, if you could just…get the damn door open.

You gave the handle several violent shakes and thrust your body against the door, to no avail.

The sun’s rays were relentless on your back and already bringing a sheen of sweat to your skin, try as you might to keep your cool. You fooled around a few more seconds with the knob, found it hopelessly stuck in its position, and were about ready to abandon the task altogether when you felt the glass begin to give way. Instead of pushing the door, all you had to do was pull it open.

If you were around anyone else but yourself and the dead, you probably would’ve blushed. Would’ve taken a peek at your surroundings, perhaps lifted one half of your headset off your ears and tried to listen to see if anyone had heard. But no, you forged ahead, as careless and oblivious as you were engrossed in the present song’s guitar solo.

Should you have bothered to do either, you likely would’ve heard a set of feet sprinting in your direction and seen someone reaching for you in a hurry. Would’ve caught a glimpse of the stranger’s left hand before it clamped over your mouth or the right as it closed around your own on the door handle and yanked it back. The next thing you knew, you were being hauled inside and held tight against someone’s body, all but immobile in their grip and struggling to gasp for air.

Then a breath, hot on your ear as the person pulled you closer:

“Herd. Don’t move.”

You tensed in Daryl’s arms and watched the scene unfold before you. Just outside the store’s boarded windows, a super-sized group of geeks began to descend on the street where you’d just been standing. Seeing them shuffle, stumble, groan, and hiss their way down, you shuddered to think you hadn’t heard them at all—and would have been overrun in a minute if Daryl hadn’t intervened just then.

The man’s hand remained glued to your mouth, sensing you might shriek as you watched the horde grow in size.

Slowly, he backed you away from the door and started looking around.

“Daryl, I—” you began in a whisper, turning around to face him.

Before you could continue, a half-rotted corpse rose from the floor a few feet away and started toward you and Daryl. You fought your first inclination to scream, remembering your current predicament, and opted instead for a frantic, furious wave of your arm as you pointed behind Daryl.

The man leveled his crossbow in a blink and had a bolt lodged in the walker’s skull even faster. You watched the body crumple to the ground, just before another one of its companions came rounding the corner.

This time, Daryl slipped his dagger from the sheath on his belt and in a single, swift maneuver, drove the blade through the walker’s temple. You watched with widened, paralyzed eyes as this one, too, dropped fast to the floor. But when it did, you still couldn’t bring yourself to displace your gaze, for something bizarre had snagged your attention.

“What in the everliving fuck is tha’?” Daryl breathed, eyes stuck to the same sight as yours.

That rank, decayed biter had a pair of nipple clamps fastened to its chest.

Just as your mind raced to furnish the man with an answer, Daryl took a sweeping look around the place and scrunched his nose.

“Is this—”

“Daryl, I can explain—”

You watched the anger flare in his eyes as he turned.

“You got us trapped in a sex shop?” Daryl snarled.

Though neither of you were in a position to speak too far above a whisper with the walkers outside, it was painfully obvious that your partner was yearning to yell in your face. In an instant, he got within an inch of it and stood towering over you, seething between gritted teeth:

“Risked our lives for a fuckin’ vibrator?”

“How was I supposed to know?” you whispered back, gesturing wildly to the window behind you.

Daryl’s fingers curled into fists, and for a second it seemed like one was primed to strike the nearest surface, but he stopped. Unclenched his hands and simply glared down at you.

“Ain’t you a peach,” he muttered, low and slow, “Ain’t you a goddamn useless little peach, huh?”

He took off in the other direction, probably in search of a back exit.

You stood and silently scolded yourself for feeling even the slightest inkling of arousal at the last, sarcasm-soaked insult. What the hell was wrong with you?

You hung back another minute or so and weren’t surprised in the least when you heard Daryl groan out loud, coming to find the back door barricaded all the way to the ceiling.

“Sonovabitch!”

Taking one, apprehensive look out the window, you observed the herd hadn’t budged. They were moving and milling about, to be sure, but the bulk of them hadn’t wavered from the shop’s front stoop, leaving you and Daryl prisoners within these four walls.

You flinched when one of the walkers bumped its near-fleshless head against the glass. Silently, warily, you backed away and hoped it wouldn’t stray any further.

At length, none of them did.

Nearly an hour had passed before you could tear yourself away from the window, watching each doe-eyed, groaning monster outside like your life depended on it. Then Daryl came staggering back, all but drenched in sweat and slashed every which way down his arms. He’d been prying whatever stuff he could get from the exit, only to find that the door itself had been boarded up and jammed shut. The herd hadn’t stirred.

Daryl had barely been able to look at you when he demanded you start looking—for batteries, rope, whatever the hell you could find in this “depraved place.” You’d gone searching without another word, and the pair of you had been radio silent ever since. Combing over aisles of porn flicks and cock pumps and pretending like this wasn’t the most uncomfortable thing either of you had ever had to do.

When the opportunity to slip somewhere else first presented itself, you took it.

Toward the back of the store, you found a set of changing rooms. All cluttered with boxes and other junk but nevertheless a potential treasure trove for supplies. You eased your way in.

To your relief, there were only two half-rotted walkers making their rounds amongst the wreckage. You knifed them both and went calmly about your business.

And for awhile, it was just that—business. You were ecstatic to find two pairs of boxcutters, a dozen rolls of tape, and more rope than you knew what to do with. You had loaded your arms chock-full of finds, were just about to step outside to show Daryl, when a clothes rack caught your eye.

You turned your head and stopped to take in the sight.

On a single, flimsy hanger at the center of the shelf, there dangled a baby pink lace lingerie set.

You hadn’t seen anything that tantalizing, lithe, and sheer in a long, long time. You were practically drawn to it, feeling your feet shuffle clumsily in its direction and your arms drop every last item they held. Surely, then, you embodied everything a Victoria’s Secret salesman could’ve dreamed—so singularly focused on that stupid piece of clothing that you were literally stepping over dead bodies to get there.

If Daryl could see you then, he’d probably slap you upside the head.

“This ain’t a fashion show, sweetheart, we got the dead beatin’ down our front door!” You could almost hear him now.

Almost. Any hypothetical harangue from your supply run partner and every other pressing concern, it seemed, was lost on you now. All you knew was lace embroidery and plunging necklines, satin fabrics and fuck-me mesh open gussets.

You were clothed in the garment quicker than you could say, ‘Bad idea.’ You did a spin in the mirror.

A thousand dumb ideas danced before your mind’s eye as you placed your hands on your hips, moved your shoulders in sync, gave your ass a little shake. It was ridiculous, but you just hadn’t thought of yourself that way in so long; it was like you were staring at a brand new reflection. Years in a noxious, nightmarish world like the one you currently inhabited would do that. Turn a person into a bloodless stoic, so focused on the means of survival that they couldn’t even say a simple—

“What the fuck?!”

Your heart leapt into your throat when you saw Daryl’s form appear in the corner of the mirror. You quickly covered your tits and turned back to look at him.

“I-I-I’m sorry, Daryl, I—”

“You off yer fuckin’ rocker or sumn’?” Daryl spat, striding right over to you, “We got a whole pack of walkers champin’ at the bit to get us outside, and yer in here playin’ dress up?!”

Daryl clenched his jaw and shoved the clothes rack to the side, sending it tumbling over the two dead walkers with a crash. You hugged your arms to your chest even tighter.

Just when you opened your mouth to speak again, to try and apologize once more, Daryl shoved a thick, angry finger in your face.

“If you go and get yer dumbass devoured by a dildo-wielding geek, tha’s on you. I ain’t fuckin’ comin’ ta save ya no more.”

Damn if the man didn’t have a way with words, even when he was fuming out the ears.

You glanced down and immediately wished you hadn’t. Or had, sooner. Your blue-eyed nemesis was currently sporting the largest hard-on you thought you’d ever seen.

Daryl looked down too and seemed only to grow in his anger, if that were even possible, as it appeared he was infuriated at the sight below him. Enraged with his own erection.

You almost would’ve found this predicament amusing if you weren’t still afraid Daryl might throw you over his shoulder and feed you to the herd outside. Deciding to play it safe, you kept your mouth shut and stood with your hands clasped in front of you. Eyed the outline of his dick only once. Okay, maybe twice.

When your eyes traveled back up to his face in a nervous gaze, you found that Daryl was glaring at you. A hand hovered uncertainly above his belt buckle.

“Fuck it.” You heard him say under his breath before suddenly reaching for you.

Your whole body tensed in his calloused hands as he shoved you toward the door, gripping your wrists behind your back and thrusting you ahead.

You dug your heels into the floor, uselessly, trying to stop your vicious path past the changing rooms and into the store. Your eyes widened as you saw an even larger horde amassed beyond the front door, and for several, fleeting seconds you seriously thought that Daryl might throw you out there.

“Daryl, please,” you wailed, thrashing against him, “I didn’t mean it, I was being stupid—you don’t have to do this!”

At the center of the store, Daryl stopped. Spun you around shortly to face him.

“What?”

“Don’t feed me to the herd, please, I’m begging you.” Your stomach clenched with fear.

Daryl’s expression shifted almost imperceptibly. If you weren’t so goddamn terrified, you would’ve detected that tiny change was in fact amusement.

“‘M not gon’ feed you to the walkers, girl,” he grunted, all matter-of-fact. Then, just as calmly, “‘M gonna fuck you over this counter.”

Oh.

It seemed your World War Z nightmare-fantasy had taken a pornographic turn. The meaning of his words hardly registered in your brain before he shuttled you off to the cashier’s counter at the front of the store. Before you knew it, you were lying flat on a cold, glass surface and staring straight out into a sea of undead faces a few yards ahead. You swallowed.

You flinched with another grating sensation, this time at your wrists.

You glanced over your shoulder and saw Daryl binding your hands together behind your back. Where he had obtained the black BDSM rope in the time it had taken him to bring you here was beyond you.

“Not to be a Debbie Downer here or anything, but isn’t this...kind of…dangerous?” you asked, jerking your head in the direction of the walkers outside the window.

“Don’t care.” Daryl pulled the rope even tighter.

“But they can hear us if they’re right outside.”

From your vantage point, it seemed Daryl was ready to yank your hair and pound you senseless. Instead, he smiled. Gave your ass a light pat.

“Then you’d be wise to keep tha’ pretty mouth of yours shut while I’m fuckin’ ya, sunshine.”

Daryl pressed one quick kiss on your shoulder before bounding off in the other direction. You shimmied helplessly against your restraints as you tried to flip yourself over.

“You’re sick, Dixon. You’re a sick son of a bitch, I hope you know that,” you whisper-shouted after him. You doubt he heard you but had a sneaking suspicion he’d already seen the soaked-through spot between your legs to disprove it even if he had. You pressed your head to the counter and cursed your primal instincts for turning your lower half into an uncomely mess every time a man twice your age said something mean to you.

You would’ve liked to have leaned back—or, rather, forward—and said a big ‘fuck you’ to Molly Hatchet as well for getting you into this bind in the first place, were it not for the sound of Daryl’s footsteps returning.

“Listen, I learned my lesson, Dar. If you could just untie me, we would be a lot better off figuring out a way to escape this place than—”

You yelped as something smacked your ass. It wasn’t Daryl’s hand.

“Ouch!” You strained against the rope once more, only succeeding in wiggling your ass before Daryl’s pleasantly occupied eyes.

“C’mon now, it ain’t tha’ bad, honey. Stuff’s meant to feel good,” he chided. Another strike on your ass check punctuated his words.

He was right; it didn’t really hurt. Just felt strange, all bent over and exposed before him like that. You glanced back and saw the crop in his hands, the smug look on his face, and for a second, you did feel a twinge of pleasure as you imagined him doing much more.

You whimpered when he spanked you again—this time, with the flattened palm of his hand.

“Better?” Daryl quipped, grinning.

The second you nodded your head, you heard the sound of the crop clatter to the floor behind you. Daryl swiftly took your ass in both hands and started kneading the skin. Really digging his fingers into the flesh and sending shockwaves trembling all through your body.

“Rick’s the only reason yer here, y’know,” Daryl said behind you. You yelped when he smacked your ass again, and you curled your toes into the linoleum below.

The man rubbed the spot as soon as he’d struck it, palming your skin like it was the softest, smoothest thing he’d ever felt.

“Thinks you’d be an asset.” Another slap on your rear.

“I told him he don’t know wha’ the fuck he’s talkin’ ‘bout. Said you were ‘bout as useful as a one-legged man in an ass-kickin’ contest.”

You fought back a chuckle. That was pretty good.

And when he spanked your ass another time, the sting didn’t hurt as much. You propped your chin on the surface beneath you, pursed your lips, and actually suppressed the threat of a moan.

“I said ya were a liability,” Daryl continued, “Didn’t know no fuckin’ manners neither.”

At that, you were tempted to speak, almost wanting to defend yourself against his baseless accusations. But Daryl stopped that from happening, as he grabbed a fistful of your hair and arched your back up to meet his face, half-standing.

“I think ya need me ta teach ya some manners, how ‘bout tha’?” he growled in your ear.

If the warmth pooling between your legs couldn’t answer for you, you decided words would have to do. You nodded and said, “Uh-huh.”

Daryl threw you back onto the counter and gave your ass another brutal smack.

“‘Uh-huh’ don’t sound too polite to me, sugar,” he said sharply, cruelly. He didn’t soothe your backside with the pulse of his fingers and stood back from you instead.

“Yes...y-yes sir,” you stammered out, legs trembling underneath you.

Your feet were slightly raised, all but standing on tip-toes to keep your body propped up against the counter, and you were suddenly aware that your cunt was plainly exposed. The open gusset in your lacy attire seemed to have spread even further, swelling with the size of your now-engorged folds and probably displaying yourself to Daryl in all the worst ways.

The man groaned behind you.

You sensed some fabric shuffle, the clink of a belt come undone, and finally a tongue—pressed flat against you and licking a stripe up your oozing heat.

You shuddered forward on the tabletop and let out a lewd-sounding squeal. Your eyes widened at the sight ahead of you as you swore you could’ve seen a walker turn their rotted head in your direction outside. Daryl clamped a hand over your mouth.

“Now tha’s— what we’re not gonna do,” he whispered through gritted teeth, “We’re not gonna make one fuckin’ sound so the geeks out there can stay right where they are. Ya hear me?”

Daryl’s hand moved to your throat and pinched it in a vicious grip when you didn’t answer him.

“Ya hear me?”

You managed one strangled ‘Yes sir’ and left your lips parted as Daryl placed a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss on them. He stepped back again.

You heard some other quiet stirrings behind you as Daryl fiddled with something above your back. Frankly, you were already too lust-struck and cum-hungry to care, breathing out in soft, gentle puffs of air as you tried to rein in your reeling mind. You watched the walkers for a minute, tried to ground yourself in the unsavory reality all around you—the precarious position you were currently standing in, as one stray stumble of one of those undead shitheads might veritably mean the end of you and Daryl’s lives as you knew it—and you sighed. Scanned your eyes across the sea of wretched, fleshy heads and wanted to hurl.

At present, Daryl stroked your lower back with the tips of his fingers.

“Y’know, it’s been real tough ta find anything useful here,” he mused aloud, running his touch over your skin and sending a flurry of goosebumps in its path, “Ain’t nothin’ worth keepin’ here, really—‘cept maybe some dirty magazines.”

You internally rolled your eyes. Good for you, Daryl.

Then he lifted his hand and dragged it down a little further, causing you to clench your legs and snag your bottom lip between your teeth.

“But I got curious, see…” Daryl’s forefinger followed the contour of your ass and slid down between your cheeks, traveling lazily ‘til he reached your aching core. He sank that same finger deep between your folds and circled around in your heat, eliciting a strained whimper above as he gathered your juices.

“Daryl—” you whined.

“Don’t interrupt,” Daryl growled, slapping your pussy.

You winced and let out the smallest of moans. Daryl smirked.

“I found some stuff,” he resumed, “Might actually make this little trip worthwhile.”

You panted in your current position, hardly hearing a word he said.

When he lifted something else to your heat, you did quickly sense that his wasn’t any part of his hand, or even his cock. You squirmed in place but didn’t speak.

“Found batteries,” Daryl declared, as though it were the grandest discovery he’d ever made.

“Ya know what batteries are good for, darlin’?” You could almost hear the grin in his voice.

Before you could answer, you felt a fierce pulse at your center. A tremor, a throb, an artificial oscillation.

A vibration.

You moaned.

Daryl twirled the tip of a pink vibrator against your clit and pressed.

So overcome with that raw, potent jolt, you couldn’t help it when you cried, “Fuck, Daryl!”

Daryl didn’t cover your mouth, but he did withdraw the device from your slit for a moment, just to whisper in your ear to shut. the fuck. up. The two of you ogled the swarm of walkers once more and stood in muted suspense. Waiting for one to turn toward the glass.

Not a single set of eyes drifted in your direction.

Bent over you with a buzzing vibrator at your core, Daryl couldn’t deny the rush was...addictive. He pushed the thing a little deeper and smiled when you stifled a moan.

“Ya might’ve been right comin’ all the way out here after all,” Daryl teased, “This shit’s way more fun than suckin’ gas, don’t ya think?”

You buried your face in the glass and wanted to scream when Daryl’s fingers started sliding in and out of your hole.

You were being so good, not making a sound, eyes all but welled up with tears at the pleasure that was coursing through your body. Daryl rubbed your back with his other hand and seemed to be treating you a little gentler now.

“Aw, tha’s my girl,” he said, words ripe with condescension. He traced his palm up the length of your spine and kept fingering you quietly. You barely even noticed that the vibrator was designed to hook inside you, still punishing your clit as it quivered away at the sensitive spot within your walls.

“Who woulda thought all it would take ta shake that disobedience away was a couple’a fingers in yer cunt and a stupid little toy.”

You were far too close to your release to give a shit about his patronizing speech; you bucked your hips against his hand, his front, and gritted your teeth as a tender bubble of pleasure grew deep within your belly. Then, to your surprise, you felt Daryl clasp your fingers while they were still knotted with rope behind you and squeezed them.

“Tha’s a good girl. Cum all over me, make tha’ pussy feel nice f’me, c’mon.”

You followed his command in short order and released all over his hand, humping his fingers and humming through a muffled shriek as you came.

Daryl beamed with pride and hardly had it in him to look away, notwithstanding the growing throng of walkers close ahead of you. He uncurled his fingers, slid them out, and took a nice, long taste of his hand while he watched you writhe underneath him.

“Take it out!” you hissed, thrashing against the vibrator still buzzing within you, “Take it out, take it out, take it out!”

In truth, you’d never felt so fucking good in your life. You surprised yourself when you stood there another couple seconds and came again, clenching repeatedly over the tiny pink toy and groaning into the condensation-dampened glass.

“FUCK!” you screamed, this time with no hint of restraint.

Daryl’s eyes bulged out of his head, and he yanked the thing out of you. Gaze darting to the window in a petrified look.

One walker paused in place and craned its neck with the slowest of motions. It stared blankly at the window before it but didn’t move. Daryl saw its mouth open and close, wheezing something violent, and stared another few seconds before shuffling back to its previous path. Daryl closed his eyes.

“What did I say about—” he started to whisper down to you, but you cut him short,

“We need a safe word or something, Daryl. This is too fuckin’ risky.”

You were right about that. Daryl straightened up and tucked the vibrator in his pocket, before wiping his forehead with the back of his hand.

“Yeah? How ‘bout ‘Walker Bait’?” he muttered, rubbing his face.

Then he was fumbling with the rope around your wrists and loosening it up. His heart was still thudding in his chest, scared half to death with the narrow miss you’d just had, though he didn’t want you to see it. He turned around as soon as you’d gotten free.

“Fine by me,” you grumbled back.

You watched Daryl disappear down a random aisle and felt obliged to cross your arms over your chest, pivoting back to the walkers with a wary gaze.

And, just when you started to wander back into the recesses of your mind, watching the swarm grow thicker and thicker and starting to doubt you’d ever escape this nightmare, you felt Daryl’s hands on you again. Squeezing your hips and turning you to face him.

“Jump,” he ordered.

You did as he said and locked your legs around his waist, welcomed by the familiar feeling of the counter behind you as Daryl pressed your bodies into it. He half-braced you against it, half-held you in his arms as he fingered something small and delicate beneath you.

Your smile widened at the sight of a condom wrapper being torn in two, and grew even bigger when you caught a glimpse of the rubber itself.

It was bright blue and littered with ridges. You laughed.

“The hell is that, Dixon?” you asked, bringing a hand to your mouth to muffle your amusement.

Daryl gingerly dragged the cobalt-colored condom over his length and made a face.

“Ain’t a single damn rubber here for normal people,” he grunted, “This one’s fuckin’ blueberry flavored.”

At the last, neither of you could contain your laughter as you both stared down at the bizarre blue condom stretching over Daryl’s cock. You scooted forward just a little.

“Never a dull moment with you, is there, Dar?” you said as you pushed his chest lightly. Telling him to step back so you could hop down and sink to the floor in front of him.

Daryl sucked in a breath as you took his shaft in your hands. He slapped a hand on the countertop and squeezed when your tongue darted past your lips.

Surely he couldn’t get a fruit-flavored condom and not expect you to give it a taste.

With the base of his cock between your fingers, you licked a long, wide line up his dick and moaned.

“Doesn’t taste much like blueberries,” you hummed, feigning disappointment as you gazed up at Daryl. He gripped the counter even harder and gritted his teeth to suppress a groan.

Regardless of the unsavory artificial flavor, you took the head of his cock between your lips and sucked. Bobbed your head up and down over his length as though trying to get a real mouthful of those so-called berry juices. You found yourself sorely dissatisfied with the taste but more than compensated for this loss in the form of Daryl’s throaty moans above you. It seemed he was letting loose on the restraints to keep quiet and finally gripping your hair, rutting into your mouth.

“Ah, honey, tha’s’it. Tha’s a good little slut,” he panted as he pushed you further down on his cock.

You tried not to gag when he grazed the back of your throat but couldn’t control the reflex. Daryl groaned even louder above you.

In a second, you were plucked off his bright blue boner and taken back into his arms, then shoved on the surface behind you.

“I ain’ fuckin’ waitin’ no more. Ya done achin’ for daddy’s cock?”

You nodded that you were. You readily accepted Daryl’s lips on your own and his tongue pushed deep in your mouth as he showered you with a string of sloppy kisses. Shifted you in his arms almost viciously, frantically, before bringing you down on his cock.

The second you were fully impaled on him, the two of you groaned. You bucked your hips and he rutted his, bouncing you up and down again and again with no time at all to adjust to his size.

All that could be heard in the deserted store was the sounds of your skin slapping against one another, punctuated every now and then with strangled moans and stifled whimpers. You steadied your hands on either one of his shoulders and stared, deeply, in Daryl’s half-hooded eyes. He panted out a breathy sigh as you clenched around him.

“Tha’s right, girl, fuckin’ take it. Take this fuckin’ cock like it’s yours,” he growled.

“It is mine, Daryl,” you bit back, grinding even harder, “Tell me it’s mine.”

Daryl’s jaw seemed to slacken just a bit, evidently aroused by the sound of you talking so dirty to him. In a blink, he was digging his nails in your sides and saying,

“It’s yours, baby. All fuckin’ yours.”

If someone had told you at the start of the day that this was how your dreaded supply run with Daryl would go, you wouldn’t have believed them. As your once-despised partner drilled you even deeper and caught your lips in a frenzied kiss, you still almost couldn’t comprehend it now. You bounced, and you writhed, and you rolled your desperate hips against him, but how in the fuck did this happen?

The moment Daryl dropped his thumb to your clit, you decided you didn’t care.

Your walls hugged him even tighter as he drew loose circles all over your swollen nub, and your head fell back. Daryl held you even tighter.

“Gonna cum again f’me? Gonna cum all over this cock?” he goaded you as your heels dug deep in his lower back.

All you could do was nod again—bring your lazy, fucked-out gaze back to Daryl and murmur in what hardly felt like words to you at all:

“Y-yes, daddy, yes.”

Daryl smiled at the sound of that word on your lips and thrusted his hips even harder, fucking you fast to build the friction on your sensitive, trembling walls.

That, paired with the flick of his thumb on your clit and the narrowing eyes holding you tight to his gaze—wordlessly coaxing you to cum for him now, make daddy proud—sent your senses spiraling into ecstasy. You released all over Daryl’s fat, throbbing cock and gripped him harder than you ever had before.

Before another scream could escape your lips, Daryl yanked you closer for a kiss and attempted to swallow every sound as his own orgasm surged inside him. You felt the man move both hands to your sides, seize them, and all but crush the bones beneath his fingers as he fucked you hard against the counter. He shot his load in the condom and groaned against your mouth.

Two former enemies, fucked out like a couple of crazed fools, stayed glued in place and blinked back at one other like you hardly understood what had just happened. Grinning nonetheless.

As Daryl leaned in for one last kiss, the pair of you froze—something rapped against the window.

The two of you turned and almost swore you could’ve felt your stomachs fall to the floor.

The herd of walkers outside, seemingly doubled in size, now stood at full attention at the storefront. Every undead, rotted head turned straight to face you.

They looked real fucking hungry.

#daryl dixon #daryl x reader #daryl dixon smut #daryl dixon imagine #smut #twd daryl #twd fanfiction #the walking dead #daryl dixon one shot #twd imagine

[minhosimthings]

Lancey or Lancey

Symphony Smut Series Day 5: Lancey Foxx's Lancey or Lancey

Lyric: Took her to Paris, she took her panties off

Pairings: Bf!Felix × fem!reader

Warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI, fingering, p in v sex, overstimulation, lingerie kink, Frottage, implied use of pheromone, dom!felix, sub!reader, protected sex, reader orgasms like 3 times, fluffy at the end (sorta), smut with plot

A/N: sorry for delaying day 5 everyone! I had to release my Christmas headcannons yesterday so I couldn't really post this. But we are back on track! So enjoy my urge for Felix to buy my lingerie, through this stupid oneshot.

THE SYMPHONY SMUT SERIES MASTERLIST

"Felix tell me you're kidding right now."

"Hmm." Your boyfriend put his finger to his temple, pretending to playfully think, "I think.... Nope!"

You could have screamed out loud right there. But instead of damaging your boyfriend's ears, you decided to damage his heart, by filling it with too much love, by hugging him almost to the point of his ribs breaking.

"I love, I love you, and I love you." You kissed every part of his face after every 'i love you'. His freckles, his nose and finally his lips, where you loved to be the most.

"I can't believe we're going to Paris." You slumped back on the bed, not being able to realise that you had Paris tickets clutched in your hands.

"Me neither darling." Felix leaned closer to you, encasing your waist in his arms, his grip sending tingles throughout your body, "Oh and I have a surprise for you."

"Don't tell me you got me lingerie." You rolled your eyes at him playfully, "Lix, for god's sake you already bought me so much crap."

"But this is special, I promise!" Felix scrunched his nose at you, before reaching over and taking out a box from underneath the bed.

"You hid it under my bed for how long exactly?" You raised your brow at his weird hiding spot, "Wait so this is why you were searching for your missing sock under my bed!?"

Felix chuckled, his deep voice pulsating throughout your body like electroshock. "You never clean the underside of your bed, so it became the perfect hiding place."

The box he held in his hands was about the size of a shoebox, completely covered in pink ribbons and lace and whatnot. It was pretty, you had to admit, but you were confused about whether Felix was getting you a box or lingerie.

"Open it princess." Felix nudged the box into your arms, "You'll like it, I promise."

You had often gotten lingerie as gifts from your boyfriend, with all of them almost becoming your daily wear. But he had never gotten you something like this.

"Liz is this-" "A lingerie dress? Yes princess, yes it is."

You stared at felix in awe, before snapping your head back to the white cloth in the box. It was pretty, made up of, what you assumed was white silk, with lace ribbons decorating the neckline perfectly.

"But, but, but, this isn't the surprise."

You looked up at Felix with confusion clouding your eyes, which made him chukle at how adorable you were.

"So the surprise is-" Felix said, in a hyperbole voice, "I get to fuck you in these in Paris."

"That's the surprise?" You scoffed, at how underwhelming it was, "We could fuck-"

"And you get no sex until we get to Paris and you're in this beautiful piece of art."

It was as if you got a slap to your face when you heard Felix's words echo through your mind.

"Lee Felix Yongbok." You glared at him, "Tell me you're joking."

"Nope." Felix leaned back against the bedframe, his shirt riding up slightly to reveal his abs, "Let's just say this is payback for making me love no nut November on purpose."

"So what is this then? Death by No Dick December?" You glared at him, as he sealed you tighter in his arms.

"Impatient aren't you?" Felix mumbled into your ear, rubbing his hand against your leggings, "Patience is a good virtue darling."

"Not when your dick is literally rubbing against my pussy."

A week passed and you were finally in the land of romance and love and roses and croissants.

A week with none of your favourite food in your mouth or in your pussy. Felix enjoyed it, the way you were basically on your knees for him, but you weren't a sore loser, so you kept the game up, with the help of your trusty vibrator.

But now, it was the real game.

After you enjoyed some nice croissants by a quaint cafe and petted a lot of stray cats, you headed back to your hotel, side-eyeing Felix all along the way who had not a clue about all the breakdowns you were about to have. Your cunt was itching to the point of destruction, and his dick was the only way of peace.

"Well aren't you gorgeous now?"

The room was more dimly lit than it was when you had entered it, the smell of lavender intoxicating you, courtesy to Felix's new perfume.

"Come 'ere." Felix opened his arms, as you silently walked towards him, the chill breeze from the open window giving you goosebumps. The material of the lingerie was thinner than you had anticipated, basically transparent, but then you reminded yourself that this was what Felix liked the most. And if you obeyed properly like his good princess, he would give you the medicine to your poor cunt.

"Fuck you're like a goddess." Felix's hands traced over your barely clothes thighs, leaving marks with his mouth on your collarbone, making you whimper.

"What do you want princess?" Felix chuckled. Teasing you was always fun, "My cock hmm? Use your big girl words now, come on. We don't wanna disappoint the city of love do we?"

"Ah fuck Lix!" Your voice vibrated off of the walls as felix squeezed the inner walls of your thigh, the desperation of him had been so high that even a tiny squeeze was already getting you wet, "Need your cock please!"

"Good girl."

He chuckles at how needy you sound, but at the same time, your voice has blood rushing to his cock while his head swirls with desire. He shifts his own hips, subtly pressing his erection against your ass. His eyes flutter at the minute pleasure. He grows more bold, and his hand rubs your hip before coasting up your side to your chest, giving your breast a gentle squeeze.

You whimper louder and squirm. He squeezes again softly while lowering his head to your neck to lay some tender kisses on the side of your throat. His palm leaves your tits and smooths down over your tummy in the direction of your panties.

Cautiously, he maneuvers his hand past the waistband and dips into your cunt. He cups your pussy, feeling the heat radiating off the area. A single finger slides between your folds in almost an exploratory touch. He feels your slick all over his digit.

He begins to use another finger, sliding the two up and down through your wetness. You roll onto your back, your breasts rising and falling as your breath gets heavier. Your thighs spread a little as if you subconsciously sensed his presence between your legs.

“I’m right here, sweetheart. I’ve got you,” he murmurs, his voice huskier with arousal this time around.

You cry out as his fingers brush against those same spots that brought you to the finish last time. Your hips twitch, and you grip his thighs as your peak rises within you. Moments later your cumming all over his fingers, sucking in a harsh breath as a second release courses through you, even more intense then the last.

His free arm keeps you secure against his chest while rubbing your side soothingly. The heel of his other palm roughly massages your clit as his fingers pump in and out.

As soon as you seem to be coming down, Felix lifts you up again, tugging your clothes off and moving your body around like a doll to get you in the position he wants. You were definitely more pliant after two orgasms, but you could also see how the weeks without pussy had been paying off. He was getting better.

He has you on your back now, thighs against your chest and knees hooked over his arms. Again, he had no patience to tease right now, so after pushing his sweats down to mid thigh, he takes his cock and slides it in you with no hesitation. He groans as your hole takes him in, your walls pulsing around him even after he bottoms out.

Your eyes droop at the stretch. It always felt so satisfying, having him buried balls deep in you. As close as he could possibly be. No fear of him leaving or pain of being separated. You whine and reach up to pull him closer.

“Perfect pussy’s made for me,” he grunts while snapping his hips, “Miss it every second I’m not inside it.”

“Lix” you whine, “Harder. Wanna feel it.”

He moans at your plea but indulges you, grabbing you harder, pressing your legs higher, filling you deeper.

He fucks into you over and over, stoking the flames within himself, trying to build to that explosion. You were so tight, so warm. He hums another low moan and whimpers softly as he feels it right there. He gasps softly before holding you tighter and muttering in your ear.

“Good… good girl,” he moans before his hips buck wildly and he finally releases.

You finish for a third time. You cling to him tight as the euphoria washes over you again. Locking your legs around his hips, you keep your face pressed to the warm skin of his neck as it goes through you. You feel the hot flood of cum he fucks into you. His chest is heaving now too as he recovers from the high.

He stays on top of you for a moment before pulling out. You cling harder upon losing that full feeling. He smiles at your desire to be close to him and gives you one more kiss before sitting up.

"Well-" Felix's deep voiced chuckle vibrates throughout your body, "That was fucking good."

"First of all-" you sleepily say, "Fuck you for depriving me of all that good dick for a week." You glare at him, "Second of all, I want more lingerie like this."

"Whatever you say darling." Felix shrugs his shoulders, supporting you a little straighter against his figure, "You know Paris does have really good lingerie."

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[shroomdreams]

propagation 1: Argenti

Cw: friends-to-lovers, reader in heat? (bugs don’t have heats but this is the best way to describe that), propagation monster!reader, pheromones, breeding kink, p in v, creampie, argenti revealed to be a monsterfucker???, implied virginity loss, afab!reader

AN: Just take this 💀 I am extremely unwell about this concept and Argenti

As a fellow Knight of Beauty, you and Argenti hit it off when you first met, landing on a planet where the locals were being accosted by some fragmentum creatures. You tagged along when your business was done, helping the citizens of the universe as his spear pierced enemies, while your shield protected the weak. All was well until a sudden event caused you to split from Argenti. Though you were saddened that you could no longer be with him, you continued on your journey.

In a way, you were happy that Argenti was no longer with you. Peeling off your armor and underthings, you gaze in the mirror with a frown. Humanity fades into purple chitinous armor, a pair of arms sprouting from your back alongside two, fragile cyan wings. Despite extolling the virtues of Beauty, there was nothing about you that can even be remotely beautiful. All you knew about yourself is that you were the product of something… awful. You’re lucky you haven’t remembered the details of your birth.

Today, you hid yourself away on the planet you first met Argenti. The locals welcomed you back with open arms, and even prepared a whole cabin for you to stay at. You couldn’t be more grateful for their generosity, especially considering the reason why you were hiding away in the first place.

Chrrrr…

To put it simply: The urge to Propagate had been calling to you for quite some time. Though your rigorous training and patience had managed to stave off the urge, you were bound to be overwhelmed. And for some infuriating reason, your thoughts were filled with the rosy-haired knight you met so long ago. How many months has it been since you last saw Argenti? Would he have remembered you?

Your body tingles, primal thoughts swirling in your mind. Argenti would be the perfect mate, your brain tells you. He’s strong, handsome, and you think an army of Argentis is exactly what this universe needs. However, you shake your head of these vivid images. You shouldn’t be thinking like that about your friend- You haven’t seen him in so long!

Hopefully, the urge will pass and you can return to roaming the universe, and perhaps bump into the rosy-haired man that plagues your mind. However, that plan is thrown out the window when you hear three knocks, and a familiar voice calling your name.

Argenti couldn’t believe his luck! Just as he visited this planet, he heard news that you were staying here for a while. His fellow Knight, and beloved friend, finally reunited with him. He contemplated on if he should bring something along- It’s only fair that he brings an apology for leaving you alone for so long…

Either way, Argenti await with a patient smile as he stands by the door of the modest cabin the locals said you were in. Such a quaint little building inspires warm feelings in him-

“A… Argenti?”

He’s quick to pick up the slight waver in your voice, how you seem to be tense about something. Argenti adjusts his stance. “My friend!” He calls out, resting a hand on the door. “It’s been quite some time. Do you mind if I come inside?”

“Oh, sure. Just… Give me a moment.”

He hears the rustling of clothes, followed by a meek “come on in.”

The interior of the cabin is rather nice. It certainly feels like a home, and the tasteful flowers everywhere really adds to the atmosphere. However, Argenti couldn’t help but notice a few peculiar objects scattered about. Mainly the strange, dull, purple orbs clustered together in a corner, and your armor tucked away in a nook. He quirks an eyebrow, before looking to you. You were rather disheveled, wrapped in a robe that seemed a bit too snug for you. There was also a rather sweet scent in the air, though he couldn’t exactly pin down what it was.

“A-Argenti, my friend. I’m sorry for the mess, today has not been kind to me.” You smile, patting the couch. Your body tingles as Argenti nears. He smells exactly as how you remembered him, how he smelled of flowers and vanilla- Your image flickers for the briefest of moments, but you desperately hoped Argenti didn’t notice. If you could just make it through this visit without much incident, you would be happy.

“Friend, are you alright?” Argenti asks, a frown on his face. “You just seem so jittery. Have you fallen ill?”

You quickly shake your head. “Well, yes, but i-it’s not so serious. Just a bit of a weak spell, that’s all. Tell me about you though!” You lean it with a grin. “I’ve been wondering what you were doing while we were separated.”

So Argenti regards you with tales of adventure- How he narrowly managed to escape the jaws of death from a Sting. You don’t realize how close you’ve gotten to him until you feel his hand touching your face. How lucky you were, that Argenti seemed to always be wearing his armor, else he would have felt how hard your “skin” seemed to be.

“O-Oh. Sorry, I’ll-“

What you were about to say was interrupted when Argenti leans in to place a kiss on your lips. You recoiled, looking at him with wide eyes and a blushing face. “Argenti?”

Instead of answering you, Argenti closes the distance, grabbing your wrists and pinning them to the couch and breathing heavily. “I’m… You…” He panted. His cheeks seemed to be dyed in the same hue as his hair, the waterfall of crimson cascading over his shoulders and making you feel small. “I’m not sure what’s gotten into me,” Argenti mumbles, his eyes sweeping over your quivering frame. “But you… You’re beautiful.”

“Argenti-“

You whimper when Argenti starts grinding against you, the fabric of his pantaloons not doing much to hide the pressure behind them. He sighs out, eyes closed as he rut against the space between your legs.

“Argenti wait- The pheromones- Ah~ They must be making you a-act out.” You murmured, trying to get him to see reason. That must be why he suddenly kissed you- The pheromones you were emitting must have triggered a response in Argenti. You have to stop him before he does something he’ll regret- Or worse, see you in all your ugly glory…

But Argenti seems determined to hold you down. Vines grown from the floorboards and wrap around your body, twisting and curling until you were immobilized. A whine was drawn out of you when Argenti kisses your neck, your disguise faltering again. “Argenti-“

“My friend~” Argenti shakily gasped out, leaning back in order to undo your robe. Before you could say anything, Argenti peels off the only protection you have, unveiling your naked body to him. His eyes grow wide, taking in the sight of your human form dissipating into quantum particles and revealing your insectoid-self, your other pair of arms desperately holding onto him as you look away, ashamed.

“Please don’t stare… I know I’m ugly.”

Those words shake Argenti out his stupor. You watch with wide eyes as he strips himself of his armor and underclothes, tossing the items to the side, revealing his toned body to you. You let out an involuntary chitter at the sight, drinking in his physique before he pulls you up into his arms, his emerald eyes boring into yours. While standing, Argenti continues to grind against you, letting out tiny groans alongside your own.

“Don’t you dare call yourself that,” Argenti growls. The vines wrapped around your limbs restrict your movement, allowing him to position you above his length. Breath quickening, you attempt to fight off your instincts and sink down on his cock post-haste, instead resting your head on Argenti’s shoulders. “You are the most exquisite person I’ve ever seen. The way the light shines on your chitin, I swear you’re made of the most precious metal in the universe.”

Trembling in his hold, you let out heavy breaths as he pushes your hips down, slowly sinking you down on his cock. Argenti throws his head back, feeling your warmth immediately sucking him in as you continue your descent. You whimper, mandibles reaching out and tapping his jaw. “Argenti…” You sigh out, feeling your resolve waver as you fully sink down on his dick. You and Argenti breathe in each other’s presence, allowing for the both of you to adjust to numerous sensations floating through your bodies. Gritting his teeth, Argenti summons the strength to lift up your hips, noting how your warmth drenched him in a strange, purple liquid.

“Magnificent. Like… Like liquid amethyst.” He slurred, a hazy look on his face. His hips begin to pump up into your pussy, fucking whines and chitters from your mouth, your free set of arms gripping the couch for dear life. Every single thrust from Argenti felt like electricity running through your body, brushing against a specific spot that has you screeching out in pure lust. Emboldened by your reactions, Argenti takes to moving your hips up and down in tandem with his thrusts, intensifying his ministrations in a delirious craze. That sweet scent grows stronger as Argenti pistons into your cunt.

“Let’s have children together!” Argenti babbles. It takes your brain a moment to catch up to his words, but when you fully process them, you feel yourself gushing around Argenti’s cock, the purple liquid making his thighs sticky and shiny. You let out a cry as he roughly slams you down on his dick, filling your cunny with his release, white mixing with purple and tricking down in tiny drops. As Argenti takes a breather, you begin rolling your hips, making him whimper from the overstimulation. You don’t heed his tiredness, though. Planting your legs to the cushions of the couch, you began slowly riding Argenti’s cock, purring as you feel him throbbing against your walls.

When Argenti wakes up, he finds himself on the bed, his body sore. You sat at the edge of the bed, cradling three large eggs. You nearly jumped out of your skin when you feel Argenti wrap his arms around you.

“Argenti. Did I wake you?” You asked, turning your head to look at him. He smiles, shaking his head.

“No, you didn’t. I just had the most wonderful sleep, in fact.” Argenti replied, kissing your cheek and laughing when he feels your mandibles tap against his face. His eyes wander towards the clutch of eggs in your arms. “May I…?” You enthusiastically nod in response. Argenti traces the shell of one of the eggs with a careful finger, noting how soft it was to the touch.

“I just laid these three a few minutes ago,” you explained, gazing at your clutch with loving eyes. “Your erm… Material managed to produce these three. The rest won’t hatch.” You look to Argenti once again. “Would you like to hold one?” Seeing Argenti nod, one of your hands scoop an egg and gently hand it over to Argenti, who holds it like he would a human baby.

“We made these precious gems.” He whispered in awe, catching sight of his reflection. “How long until they hatch?” He asked, making sure to keep his hold on the egg steady.

“I’m not sure,” you earnestly reply. “This is the first time I’ve uh. Coupled with someone. And the first time I might have children.” Your chitin gives off a faux flush of purple. “…Argenti, I must apologize. I realized that I may have taken advantage of you. You just wanted to visit me, but then you ended up fathering my first clutch. Hah… what a strange reunion between ‘friends,’ right?”

Argenti just smiles, leaning in to plan a kiss to your cheek. “I must also apologize then, for acting so foolhardy. But in my defense, you were just so… intoxicating. When I gazed upon your true appearance, I felt as if the Beauty had gifted me with something precious. And when you said that you were ugly, I supposed I wanted to show you that… I truly wanted you.”

“Ah, then…?” You leaned towards Argenti, careful to not jostle your eggs. “You wouldn’t be opposed to raising them together?”

“On my honor, I would never abandon our children.” Argenti affirms. “We shall raise them into strong, upstanding citizens of the universe! And no matter what…” He leans in, pressing his forehead to your own and closing his eyes. “I’ll protect you all. No matter what happens, I will take up my spear and fight against the Destruction if I have to.”

Months later, Argenti sheds tears as he holds your daughter while you encourage her brothers to emerge from their shells. He watches as you teach your children to shapeshift, hiding their monstrous forms and taking on human ones. However, he thinks they’re much cuter when they chirp for his attention, laughing as his daughter mimics his red hair.

OMAKE:

“It’s been a while since we last saw you, Mr. Argenti.” Welt politely greets, pouring the Knight a cup of tea.

“Yeah, we weren’t sure if you were still alive after that whole thing.” Stelle bluntly says, letting out an ‘ow’ when March elbows her.

“My apologies, friends. I have been very busy lately.” Argenti says. “I haven’t had much time to explore the cosmos, but Velite has been helping me in finding some work for the meantime.”

“What do you need to work for?” March asks. “Aren’t you a Knight of Beauty?”

“Well, my partner and I both agreed out duties as Knights would be on hold for the time being.” Argenti replies. “We want to ensure our children grow up in a stable environment, so that they may flourish as wonderful adults.”

“That’s nice- Wait, what?” Stelle looks at him with wide eyes. “You have kids now??”

“Indeed! Would you like to see their pictures?”

“…Holy crap, he does have kids.” March gaped. “Triplets, too. How old are they?”

“I’d say… nine months by now?”

“…Mr. Argenti, these children look to be toddler age.” Welt deadpans. Argenti laughs, taking his cup of tea.

“Well, they did recently hatch, so I understand the confusion.”

“Okay then.” Stelle hands Argenti his phone back.

It isn’t a few minutes later did Dan Heng finally speak.

“What do you mean they hatched?”

…Argenti just smiles.

#shroomie.fic #honkai star rail smut #hsr smut #honkai star rail x reader #argenti hsr #argenti x reader #propagation reader

[writeformesinpie]

A-Z Yandere Prompts w/ Dialogue Starters

A is for... Appetite

“I want to know how you’ll taste between my teeth.”

“I can never get enough of you. I’ll drink you down to the last sip.”

“You look delicious. I won't stop until I’ve eaten every bite.”

B is for... Brand

“I’m going to engrave myself into your very being.”

“We won’t stop until you’re so covered in my scent, no one will dare touch you again.”

“With this tattoo I’ve claimed you.”

C is for... Consequences

“Don’t play with fire if you don’t want to burn.” 

“Don’t complain now – you did this to yourself.” 

“You reap what you sow.”

D is for... Delusion

“This hurts me more than it hurts you.” 

“Why are you acting like you don’t know me?”  

“Why are you running? I did this for you!”

E is for... Eradicate

“You don’t need a job, baby. Your job is being mine.” 

“You’re better off without them anyway.” 

“I removed the problem. You should be thanking me.”

F is for... Forbidden

“You knew what you were getting into when you got involved with me.” 

“They will never let us be together unless we make them.” 

“It’s only taboo to those who’ve never loved like us.”

G is for... Game

“Here kitty, kitty.”

“I don’t know how to lose.” 

“One, two, Daddy is coming for you. Three, four, knocking down your door.”

H is for... Harmless

“I would never hurt you. You know that, right?” 

“Why are you scared?” 

“You’re the only reason worth living for.”

I is for... Isolation

“Why would you want to leave? I’m keeping you here for your own good!”

“There’s nothing left for you but me. Everyone else is gone.” 

“No one will ever find you here.”

J is for... Jealousy

“If his filthy hands touch you again I’ll kill him.” 

“Shouldn’t you be spending more time with me?” 

“I can’t control how I react when your eyes wander.”

K is for... Kidnap

“You say kidnap, I say date. Who’s really to know?” 

“It’s not kidnapping when your soul yearns to be here.” 

“There’s no use trying to run. This is your home now.”

L is for... Lies

“The truth would have just hurt you.” 

“I’m not lying – I bent the truth a little to protect you.” 

“Don’t you believe me?”

M is for... Manipulation

“I’ve done everything for you and this is how you repay me?” 

“If you leave me now I’ll die. I can’t survive without you.” 

“I told you they couldn’t be trusted.”

N is for... Neglect

“Stop ignoring me!” 

“Look at you, you’re skin and bones.” 

“If you won’t take care of yourself I will be forced to do it for you.”

O is for... Obsession

“It’s our anniversary! How could you forget? There isn’t a single thing I don’t remember about you.” 

“So it's a little crush when you fawn over him but it's an obsession when I pay attention to you?” 

“I can’t eat, I can’t sleep. You’re all I can think about.”

P is for... Persistence

“To my dying breath, I’ll never let you go.” 

“I’ll follow you to the ends of the earth. No matter where you run, I’ll catch you.” 

“Did you really think I wouldn’t find you?”

Q is for Quid Pro Quo

“If you do this for me I’ll think about helping you.” 

“Well, I guess it pays to have friends in high places.” 

“You owe me.”

R is for... Restraints

“I’ll let you go when you understand this is where you belong.” 

“Your poor wrists… Maybe next time you’ll do what I say the first time I ask.” 

“The cuffs will come off when you start acting like someone who doesn’t need them.”

S is for... Spoil

“I’d do anything for you, babe. Anything.” 

“Is this okay? Did I do well?”

“Nothing is ever enough for you, is it?”

T is for... Training

“We can do this the hard way or the easy way. It’s up to you.” 

“Haven’t we already moved past this? Do I have to train you again?”

“Patience is a virtue. We’ll keep going until you learn.”

U is for... Unending

“No matter how long you make me wait, our love will never die.” 

“The only way out of this house is death.” 

“There is no end. We are eternal.”

V is for... Voyeur

“Don’t act as if you don’t know me. I've been watching you watch me.” 

“I like you best when you’re sleeping.”  

“If I don’t keep an eye on you, who knows what will happen?”

W is for... Worship

“You’re my whole world, my Goddess. You're more than divine, you’re celestial.” 

“Let me show you what adoration truly looks like.” 

“No matter what you do to me, I’ll worship the very ground you walk on. That's what it means to love someone.”

X is for... XOXO

“I want to hold you but I can’t. Once I do, I know I’ll never stop.” 

“I need to kiss every inch of your skin.” 

“When we part, every caress becomes more agonizing than the last.”

Y is for... Yearn

“I’m aching for your touch.” 

“You’re my oasis. Please don’t leave me thirsting.” 

“You don’t know true pain. I’ll show you what it really means to crave something.”

Z is for... Zealot

“You are my religion.” 

“Words like radical and extremist are just a pseudonym for enthusiastic.” 

“No matter the world, we are fated. Through time and space we will always find each other.”

~Feel free to reblog and use~

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[feasibilities]

Sweet As Honey - Patricia 'Kitten' Braden x AFAB Client!Reader ⚢

Warnings: Prostitution, Pet Names, Teasing, Overstimulation, Pining (like really badly), Love at first sight, P in V, Soft!Dom/Sub Aspects, etc. Author's Note: I wouldn't have survived the year if I didn't write something about the goddess that is Patricia 'Kitten' Braden. A beauty who deserves everything good in this world. I was shook making the GIF above but that's neither here nor there. Enjoy!

“Am I really about to do this?” You thought as you stared at the red neon ‘GIRLS GIRLS GIRLS’ sign outside of Xanadu. Opening the door, you met the confused glance of a John—and the smell of cigarettes & cheap perfume. You quickly brushed past him and went to the front desk. Setting a few dollars on the counter, the madame gave you change. 

“Booth 7, darlin’.” She purred, looking you up & down. You hesitantly walked to the booth and shut the door. Sliding 4 coins into the slot, the booth’s window slid open. You were met with the gamine beauty on the other side.

“Hello, sir. What’s your name?” Patricia hummed, rocking back & forth on her flower-covered swing. Her view of you was obscured, so she assumed you were among her male clientele. 

“Y/N.” You spoke softly into the shoddy microphone. You felt your temperature rise after hearing her silken voice. Tilting her head, Patricia barely managed to hide her surprise that a woman was behind the wall.  Giggling to herself, she decided to toy with you.

“So…what brings you here, sweetheart?”  Patricia inquired, already knowing the answer. 

“Just looking for some company, I suppose…” You trailed off as you stared through the window. She was wearing a blue silk nightie & her hair was curled beautifully. Thoughts of the beauty that lie underneath were too much to bear.

“You can go to your local pub for company. Why are you really here, love?” Patricia purred, running her hands in between her smooth legs. You caught yourself rutting against the velvet chair before you realized she asked you a question. 

“To fuck.” You admitted, hoping she’ll accept your offer. 

“Now we’re getting somewhere.” She teased. Standing up, she walked to the booth window and stared inside at you. Her blue eyes widened with curiosity. It took every ounce of restraint to not kiss her. 

“A pretty little doll, aren’t you?” She praised. Your heart fluttered at her words. 

“I normally don’t do this but…” She trailed off, pulling a gold key from her bra. She unlocked the booth’s door and took your hand in hers. Pulling you to her bedroom, she quickly shut the door. Paper dolls & Marilyn Monroe posters covered the wall. Her vanity had a wonderful assortment of makeup and perfume bottles. A beautiful canopy hung over her bed with a mirror on the ceiling. 

“C’mere, darling.” She whispered as she pulled you closer. Taking some initiative, you slipped the sheer robe off her shoulders. She followed suit by reaching under your shirt and unfastening your bra. You moaned when her cool fingers teased your nipples. She hushed you with a fervid kiss. You whimpered softly when she nipped at your bottom lip. Pulling away, you saw that her lipstick was smeared and her pupils were dilated. Desire boiled over in the resplendent room. 

You took off the rest of your clothing as she watched with starved eyes. Growing impatient, you began to untie the silk strings of her nightie before she stopped you once more. “Patience is a virtue, my love. Lay down.” She chastised sweetly. You followed her orders and soon felt her lay next to you. Sliding her hand between your legs, she grazed the sensitive flesh of your clit. You bit your lip as you ached for her touch. She slipped her fingers inside and pressed against the spongy flesh of your g-spot. A wicked smile formed across her face when you gasped and your legs began shaking.

“Mhmm…” She purred, nipping at the flesh of your collarbone. Her fingers sped up while her plump lips moved to your nipple. You watched yourself in the mirror above the bed. You got off on the salacious visual and the sounds of your arousal gushing around her fingers. Her tongue swirled around the delicate bud as you unraveled. Your vision blurred as your climax took possession of your body. You cried out Patricia’s name like a Hail Mary. She held you close as you rode out your high. 

Removing her mouth from your nipple, strings of saliva clung to her lips as she stared up at you. She put her coated fingers in her mouth, savoring your taste. “Sweet as honey, beloved.” She whispered, sending chills through your body. She sat up to remove her nightie & was just as beautiful as you thought. You kissed her shoulder softly and moved your hand to her dick. Stroking gently, you heard her whimper. You held her in place as you stroked faster. She moaned sweetly as her eyes fluttered shut. Soon after, ejaculate began spurting out of her onto her torso. Her mewls were like music to your ears. 

“I..I don’t think I can take much more, sweetheart.” She relented.

“Of course you can.” You said, kissing her neck.

You pulled her down on the bed and straddled her. She hastily slid into you and thrusted her hips upward, bottoming out. A indecorous moan left your lips. She responded with murmurs of pleasure. Adjusting to her size, you started to grind slowly. Patricia stared up at you with appreciative eyes. Her pouty disposition, messy hair, and flushed cheeks almost made you cum once more. 

“So beautiful…” You praised, trying to keep the floodgates from bursting. 

“Just- mmm, just like you.” She replied, feeling the elixir of your arousal drip down her shaft. She ran her fingertips up your legs before stopping at your sides. She wrapped her arms around you and started thrusting at a searing pace. You buried your face in her neck and weeped at the overstimulation. She smelled sweet, especially of Chanel No. 5. Sounds of skin hitting skin filled the room. You tried to squirm out of her grip, but to no avail. 

“Hold still, sweet pea. We’ll be done soon.” She breathed as your walls fluttered around her. You cycled through one high after another before going numb. Patricia stared up at the mirror again and fell in love with the visual of herself plowing into you. The thin layer of sweat on her face made her glow. Seeing you pant in her ear made her want to pull out and finish all over your face.  However, she wanted to hold back her 2nd orgasm until you were deranged with pleasure. 

Your voice was a raspy whisper from constant pleas of mercy. The numbness from earlier faded as she started rutting against your g-spot once more. Your legs began to tremble involuntarily as another tsunami of delectation washed over you. Patricia finally followed suit as her thrusts staggered and hot ropes of seed spilled into you. 

“Fuck…” You groaned, drawing out the monosyllabic word. You made sure to clench tighter to drain every drop of her. Patricia whimpered once again as she throbbed inside of you. You kissed her lovingly while she held you close.

Things were silent for a bit as you two admired each other. She massaged the soft flesh of your hips. You toyed with one of her blonde curls. “Look at you, all fucked out, aren’t ya?” She giggled, examining the leftover tears around your eyelashes. You gave her a weak smile as reality started to creep back in. You understood that this gorgeous maiden didn’t belong to you, and this could be the last time you saw her. 

“I love you.” Patricia declared, virtually reading your mind. 

"I love you too." You replied, trying to hide your excitement for what was to come.

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[bunnysbrainrot]

If You Change Your Mind - Ch. 3

Relationship: Dean Winchester x fem!Reader

Content: explicit sexual content, fingering, oral (m and f receiving), p in v, unprotected sex (no glove, no love. be safe!)

Summary: After resolving some of the tension between you and Dean, you’ve made your way to his room. Finally, with the moment you both had waited for, he can take his time with you.

A/N: hi everyone! thank you for all the support on chapters one and two. i hope this serves as a good final chapter for this little series. my brain is soup, so i didn’t proofread, but i can later.

In your gut, you had a feeling this would happen eventually. Well, maybe not precisely like this. You and Dean held pent up tension with one another for months now. For the both of you, it had been excruciating. Your brain had been swimming in thoughts over the intimacy with the eldest Winchester brother; would, and should, things go back to normal after this?

But now, you couldn’t collect yourself to think about it. Not with the way Dean was touching you, his rough hands gliding gently over your thighs and ass. Your lips had been locked with his neck for minutes now while he toyed with you equally so. His skin tasted of salt and his woodsy musk. It drove you mad. Dean’s occasional breathy moans told you you were doing this correctly, the perfect way to egg him on.

Dean’s voice mumbled against your ear, “What are you doing to me, baby?”

You couldn’t hide the smile against the soft flesh under his jaw. A trail of kisses later meandered to his earlobe. You caught it between your teeth, suckling and tugging until Dean’s breaths quickened.

“I could ask you the same thing,” you said softly, tangling your fingers loosely in his hair. While on one hand, you wanted to take things slow; you wanted to draw this out, to remember it for as long as possible. To feel every inch of your skin littered with his kisses, to be lapped up achingly slow between your legs.

On the other hand, the tense feeling in your sex begged for more. For things to go faster, to finally have Dean in the way he always desired.

Dean wouldn’t waste this opportunity, whether this was the only time or simply the first. With the urgency of your kisses, he knew you had grown impatient all this time.

A stray hand had snaked from Dean’s hair straight to his waist, but it was soon tugged away. You whined in protest against his skin. If he wanted this, too, why was he stopping you?

“Don’t get ahead of yourself, sweetheart,” Deans’s voice vibrated against your ear. You sat up fully, using his hard length to move your hips in slow thrusts.

Through a groan, Dean explained, “We both want this, I get that. But, I need to take time with you.”

Between panting breaths you questioned him, “Dean, we’ve been… waiting for this… for so long. I don’t wanna go slow.”

Truly getting a sense of your impatience had Dean debating on how to continue. A devilish smirk tugged at his lips.

“We’ll have more time. Trust me, with the way you’re kissin’ me, ain’t no way we’re doing this just once,” Dean’s fingers slipped under the hem of your shirt. God, you had never looked tempting. Your flushed face, pebbled nipples poking through your shirt, your bare legs wrapped around his hips and grinding on his cock. Absolutely breathtaking.

You began to reach for your shirt, peeling it off of you to reveal yourself to him. Dean spoke in a gentle whisper, tugging your hands back down.

“Slow it down, babydoll. We gotta teach you some patience.”

It was one of the most excruciating virtues, patience. Every fiber of your body wanted him now, there seemed to be no point in waiting.

“Trust me,” Dean assured you, sliding a hand up your bare thigh. You arched your back, slowly falling apart as his hands worked their magic. “Just lemme take my time, I’ll give you everything.”

Acquiescing, you slowly tugged your shirt over your head and dropped it at the foot of the bed. Dean’s eyes glued to your body, taking in your naked form. If he had any less self control he would’ve taken you then and there, flipping you over and devouring every inch of you like it was his last meal. He steadied his breathing and let his hands move up your torso toward your bare chest.

“This is what I had been missing out on this whole time. Damn, I’m a dumbass.”

You laughed, “Well, at least you can make it up to me, right?”

“Oh, I fully intend to, don’t you worry,” he replied enthusiastically. Dean delivered a slap to your ass, giggling when you yelped in response. You gave him a glare before rolling your hips on his, reminding Dean that just how equally you could rile him up.

“C’mere,” muttered Dean, tugging your face down to his. With your bodies flush together he ground into you, his cock providing you the gut-clenching friction you craved. You moaned into his mouth, drowned out by way your lips tangled together.

Dean trailed a finger down your back, past your ass, and inward toward your aching cunt. Your hips bucked into his touch, earning you another soft laugh from him. At this point, your desperation for him wasn’t shameful, it was his call to action. Painfully slow with his movements Dean dipped a finger between your slick folds, growling lowly into your busy mouth.

He pulled away enough to taunt you, “Oh, honey, you’re soaked. Just from me touchin’ you, huh?”

You whimpered in agreement as his fingers explored further. Every inch of your skin felt like it was on fire. Every sensible thought had left you, only driven by the primal need in your throbbing sex. Dean dipped a finger into your entrance, easily slipping into your warm walls.

Desperately grinding against him, Dean formed another idea. He wove his free arm behind your back and pressed you tightly against his solid chest. Another whine escaped you as you wriggled against the pressure. Regardless, Dean was intent on your pleasure, curling his digit to strike your g-spot. Adding a second finger stretched you out further - Dean needed to make sure you were ready to take him fully.

The new sensation pulled a filthy moan from your throat. His mouth curled into a raunchy smile against your own, before slipping his tongue past your lips and explore you further. Each passing second made it harder for you to contain yourself; it was torture in the best way imaginable.

After a few moments, Dean picked up his pace to a steady rhythm. You mewled sweet noises into his mouth, against his chest and neck while his fingers took you over. A familiar coil tightened as you neared your first climax, your hips frantically moving against Dean’s fingers to release it.

“Come on, baby girl, that’s it. Show me whatcha got.”

His voice sent you entirely over the edge, your orgasm crashing through you like lightning. The strokes against your walls never stopped; the overstimulation left you helpless, biting into Dean’s shoulder to ride it out.

“Attagirl, good job,” cooed Dean. The praise drove your senses absolutely wild.

God, if this was just from his fingers, you couldn’t last long.

To your dismay, Dean removed his fingers, now soaked fully in your juices. He loosened his grip on your torso and placed the fingers he had used to make those sweet sounds to your lips. You took them in happily, swirling your tongue to taste the way he made you feel. He groaned, eyes half lidded in pure desire. The way that your mouth wrapped around him was mystifying.

“If you gimme the same treatment somewhere else, you might just break me, honey.”

You removed your mouth with a small pop, “If that’s gonna break you, then I don’t think you could handle me.”

He gave you a full smile, “Well, I guess I’ll just have to prove ya wrong, then.”

Dean set his thumb to your bottom lip, coaxing you to open your mouth. Your lips parted to let him set his thumb on your tongue - it was smooth, intuitive feeling to give this finger the same treatment. Making Dean’s face change into something more desperate fueled you like a fire.

“You got such a pretty mouth, sweetheart,” said Dean, “wonder what else it could do.”

Smiling, ecstatic for a change of pace, you left Dean’s thumb and shifted downward off of his legs. A shake of the head from Dean told you that this isn’t where he imagined you taking him into your mouth.

He stood, walking to the foot of the bed, with just enough room for you ahead of him. With him standing it was evident what the foreplay had done to him. His pants strained and warped around his erection, with Dean slowly pumping its length at the sight of you now crawling over to him. You kneeled at the perfect height; you were at the perfect spot for Dean to relish in the way your mouth looked wrapped around his cock.

You gripped onto his pajama shorts and awaited Dean’s instruction. If that was going the be the dynamic, there would be absolutely no issues for you. All you had imagined with Dean was letting go of the stress, for him to take control, and to let yourself lose your mind while he did so. He could have every morsel of your being and you would never refuse. By all means to you, you were utterly his.

Dean’s fingers raked through your hair, greeting you with a suave smile, “Never could’ve imagined how pretty you look like this.”

The praise was foreign, filling you with a sense of pride that issued you the perfect amount of confidence to reach for the drawstring on his pants. Gazing straight into his eyes you tugged his pants down, springing him free.

Just as you had thought, he was big. The sheer sight of him made your sex ache - ample length, sure, but the girth of Dean’s cock sent a hover through you. Eager, you licked a wide stripe up his length, drawing out a deep groan from him. Your lips wrapped around his thick head, tongue meeting the underside and delivering some special attention.

Fuck, at this rate, Dean was falling apart, self control diminishing with every bob of your head and intent eye contact. The hand he tangled into your hair tightened its grip, urging you to keep going. You hollowed your cheeks to give more suction, followed by another string of muttered sweet nothings from Dean.

“Fuuuck, that’s good.”

“Attagirl, just like that.”

“Good girl, taking me in like that.”

Everything he said worsened the situation between your legs; one hand held the rest of his length your mouth neglected, the other reaching down to your throbbing cunt. Panting now, Dean lifted his shirt and discarded it in some unknown place. You paid no mind, it seemed impossible to keep track considering the position you were in.

Your fingers drew small circles over your swollen clit, making you moan around Dean’s cock. He let out a breathy moan in reply.

“Playing with yourself? Dirty girl.”

You couldn’t decide which you liked better from Dean: his sweet praises or teasing degradation. Either way, your stomach tensed at his words. His grip on your hair tightened enough to bring a sharp moan around his length. Dean’s hips bucked forward, the head of his cock prodding the back of your throat.

Determined on his pleasure you pushed yourself onto him further, his size making you gag and your jaw ache with soreness. None of that discomfort mattered when Dean’s face twisted into that breathtaking expression. Eyes snapped shut, mouth agape and panting, head tilted back in ecstasy.

You worked your mouth on Dean for minutes on end, taking the occasional break to regain your breath. Every time, he coaxed you gently to take your time, that you could take it easy. You took his advice, readying yourself more fully each time you resumed.

Although you couldn’t get enough, it was Dean who needed you more desperately now than ever. He tugged you slowly off of him with a pop of your mouth, wiping the spit that coated your chin. You gave him a proud smile. Dean leaned over, crashing his lips into yours with fervor. His hands meandered to the back of your thighs, lifting you from your kneeling to wrapping your legs around his waist.

————

Sprawled open in the middle of the bed, your clenched legs invited Dean closer. Without his help this was the easiest way to give yourself the friction on your needy clit. Dean’s lips peppered kisses up the length of your thighs, leading himself to where you needed him most.

He wrapped his arms around your thighs, tugging your heat ever closer to his mouth.

“Dean..” you breathed, “Please… I need you.”

“I know, sweetheart. Just be patient for me,” he smiled at your urgency, licking a wide stripe through your soaked folds. You whined at his touch, his lips suckling around the sensitive nub with a quick tongue lapping up everything spilling from your pussy. Dean groaned in response to each moan, every one higher and higher pitched than the last as he worked you closer to another climax. You shuddered, your cunt fluttering around nothing, to your disdain. You needed him - something, anything, to fill you.

The way Dean inserted a finger into you left you convinced he was telepathic. Each of your wishes, he fulfilled as if reading you like a book. A whine left you while Dean curled his finger upward like he had done masterfully before, pushing you to the brink. Your orgasm reverberated through you, that shattering feeling making your walls clench onto Dean’s finger.

“That’s it,” he muttered, breaking away from your drenched pussy, “There we go, honey, come for me.”

You gazed down at him breathlessly, his eyes never leaving yours. Still in the shockwaves of your orgasm you rolled your hips into his finger as it slowly pumped in and out of you. The wet sounds coming from your entrance were lewd, borderline filthy. Dean’s cock throbbed with each wanton moan you sang into the room.

He needed you, and it killed him to wait any longer. Dean left your pussy empty and made his way up your body, wiping his chin of your slick juices.

He gave you a smug smile, “You feelin’ okay, sweetheart?”

Too breathless to reply you gave him a quick nod. Dean lowered himself to your lips, the thick head of his cock teasing your entrance. You desperately bucked your hips, teasing his through across your slit to your swollen clit, shockwaves roiling through you.

Your tone matched the desperation of your aching cunt, “Please, Dean. I cant wait anymore…”

He simply smiled, eyeing you carefully as he pushed his hips forward. Inch by inch, he filled you slowly. You both let out a long winded moan as Dean stretched you out, stuffing you with his length to the hilt. You had never felt more full than you did with Dean now. Fuck, this is what you had been missing out on?

“God damn, you’re fuckin’ tight, you know that?” Dean panted, “Perfect little pussy, taking me all the way like this.”

His praise had you clenching around his cock, drawing another groan from the both of you. Dean’s hips moved in a languid pattern of slow thrusts, followed by deeper strokes that struck your cervix in a mind-boggling wave of pleasure. With each moan he picked up the pace, desperate to hear each sound that came from your slacked mouth. His lips met yours, taking in each moan while you took every thrust, each one harder than the last until the only sound in the room was the wet slap of your hips colliding.

He broke away from your mouth, your mewls echoing around the room.

“I know, sweetheart. Feels good, huh? Stuffed nice and full with cock.”

You whined in response, your walls fluttering around him as another climax took over your vision, tunneled in pleasure.

“Perfect little fuck toy, taking me so well.”

Like a thunderstorm, your orgasms were relentless, completely wracking your body. You nails dug into Dean’s shoulders, pulling a growl from his throat.

“Dirty girl, gettin’ off from that,” he uttered, “desperate little slut.”

That was all it took to push you to the brink, wrapping tightly around his cock as you came once again. Dean’s hips sputtered more with each thrust, fully falling apart while your walls fluttered through each orgasm.

“Shit, baby, if you’re not careful-”

You couldn’t help it - the way you tensed around him, every muscle working to pull him further into you, to feel each thrust slam into your cervix. The way he stretched you made you sore, but the way the head of his cock struck your g-spot left your head spinning.

His thrusts became sloppier, verging on animalistic. Each stroke sent the two of you closer and closer to that final release.

With a sharp moan, you clenched around Dean’s length while you came again, harder than ever before. The way he was crumbling above you sent a thrill of pride to your gut. Unraveling Dean Winchester to the breaking point was no easy feat, but your warm walls were threatening to milk him dry.

“Shit,” Dean said urgently, quickly pulling out of you with a hiss through his teeth. He gave himself a few quick strokes and finally fell apart, thick ropes of his seed spurting across your stomach. He rode out his high, breath trembling as he gained his composure. Your chest heaved as you slowed your breathing, a thin layer of sweat coating your skin.

Dean settled himself and stood, headed to an adjoining bathroom. A moment later he returned, a warm washcloth in hand. He did you the favor of cleaning you up, doing so gently and expertly so. Now completely clean, the two of you laid side by side, catching your breath.

You broke the silence, “You’re right, you were a dumbass for waiting this long.” Dean laughed out his reply.

“Trust me, I’m already kicking myself in the ass for it. Won’t wait it out anymore, though.”

His fingers tangled into yours, squeezing reassuringly. You turned to him and gifted him a signature grin. Dean didn’t know what it was about your smile that made his insides turn to jelly, but he promised himself a while ago that he would do anything in his power to keep you smiling. To see you happy.

And now he had the chance to do that every day; the thought made him match your grin with one of his own, lopsided and giddy with pure joy.

You tugged the blankets over the two of you, scooting yourself flush with Dean’s chest.

“Can I stay here tonight?” You asked softly.

Dean planted a kiss on the crown of your head.

“Wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Hi everyone! Thanks so much for reading. I worry that my wording may have become redundant and repetitive, so I apologize if this didn’t read very well. I’m still working out some kinks from when my brain short circuits and I can’t switch things up. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed! My requests are open - feel free to give series ideas, oneshot concepts, or simply to ask a question!

much love,

- Bunny

#supernatural #supernatural fanfiction #supernatural smut #spn #spnfandom #fanfiction #dean winchester #dean winchester smut #dean winchester x reader

[bonezone44]

but pervy roller derby coach joel and seasoned derby girl fucking in joels truck after a bout when ezra finds them with the windows all fogged up… ofc he joins in

You fucking know it!

Roller Derby Coach!Joel Miller x F!Reader x Boyfriend!Ezra

tags: unprotected p-in-v, double creampie, Ezra and Joel being spiteful towards one another. praise, degredation, use of the word "whore" but in a sexy way

--

He wanted to offer you a personal congratulations after helping your Jammer get point after point, resulting in your team's win. 157 to 163. It was a close one and your offense is what made the difference. Joel lost count of how many times you knocked the opposing Jammer off the track, running them back and killing their spirit. He's surprised you still have any energy left after all that work.

But here you are in his truck with him, bouncing on his cock like it's nothing. You got nothing on but your sports bra and youre soaked in sweat with your gear airing out in his flat bed.

Then Ezra’s wandering around the parking lot outside the rink, wondering where the hell you are because there's an after party to go to. And he already smoked a couple joints with the referees, and you still hadn't appeared. Then he sees the foggy window, the way the truck is bouncing, and he can't help but creep closer. His whole body floods with heat when he sees your gear. He looks around, sees if anybody has eyes on him before opening up the passenger door.

"Shit!" Joel curses.

You both stop in a panic. Your hands gripping his biceps to stabilize yourself.

Ezra's all smiles. "You don't think she's done enough work tonight, Coach?" He chuckles at your silent, shocked faces. He climbs inside and shuts the door behind him. "Our superstar here requires appreciation. Not more strain on her supremely effective musculature." He crawls closer.

"How 'boutchu--" Joel begins.

Ezra wraps his hand around the back of your neck, pulling you in for a kiss.

Joel’s hands are still tight on your hips. Watching Ezra's tongue meet yours makes his cock twitch and pisses him off at the same time. He grunts.

Ezra's hazy eyes slide over to Joel's after he pulls away from you. "How 'bout I what, Joel?"

Joel snarls and shoves Ezra back with a broad palm to his chest. "How 'boutchu see with your eyes and not with your hands?" He turns back to you. "She's mine right now, and I ain't gonna let you touch her 'til I'm done with her."

Ezra chuckles and undoes his pants, pulling his hardening cock out. "Go ahead and fill her up good, then." He smirks and begins to stroke himself. "Patience is a virtue, and although I am far from a virtuous man, I have been known to wander briefly on the path of the principled." He breaths deeply through his nose, taking in the smell of sweat and sex. "A path more easily endured when enticed by heavenly rewards."

Joel rolls his eyes. "Does he ever shut the fuck up?"

Ezra chuckles again. "You best make haste, old man, before that little blue pill wears off and you go softer than an ice cream cone in the Fourth of July sunshine."

Joel smirks at Ezra and shakes his head. He turns back to you, his hands slide up your sides, grip your breasts through your bra. "You ever seen me take a pill?"

"No," you shake your head. You're so overwhelmed by the situation, you're surprised you were able to say anything at all. And Joel's strong fingers are working your chest, working the muscles in your hips and thighs.

"I don't need no pill," he says with a haughty grin, thrusting up into you. "I don't need her to ride me, neither," he adds for good measure. "I can make her come with my cock alone." He holds you still and you angle your hips slightly as his own hips jump in the seat. "Come on, baby. Show 'im how good this cock is. Come on, now."

You wrap your arms around his shoulders and dig your face into his neck, moaning and keening with every strong thrust. You hear Ezra moaning, too. You turn your head to the side and see him panting, biting his lips. He goes from jerking himself off to squeezing his cock at the base and shaking it, staving off his orgasm with a desperate look on his face. It's all so much, you're sent over the edge--your orgasm barely noticable amidst Joel's relentless assault. How can you come down when everything around you is still building and escalating?

"Gonna fill this pussy up, now," Joel groans. His meaty claws close and spread your asscheeks as he begins to grind into you.

You try to remind yourself to breathe as you squeeze him tighter, whimpering and panting.

"Gonna give you all this come," he groans again and you feel a rush of warmth inside of you.

"Come here, baby," you hear Ezra speak up. "Lemme feel that." And before you know it, you're in Ezra's lap. His cock slides readily into yours and he pants and moans pathetically. "Oh fuck, oh shit, oh shit, baby. That's so good." His hips are barely moving as he holds you close against him, but the squelch of your messy pussy is loud. "Mmmm-that's so good. that's that good shit right there. Oh fuck, baby. Gonna fill you up, too. Mmhmm--gonna give you that sloppy cunt, huh? You like that, baby?" His eyes go wide and you're locked in, nodding and agreeing to whatever he says. "You like bein naughty? You like being filthy?"

At this point, it doesn't matter what either of them say. You'll agree to just about anything that comes out of their mouths--and their cocks.

"Fuckin filthy," he mutters with a snarl and brings his hand down to your ass with a harsh, solid slap. "Fuckin filthy whore. Nnnngg---" He comes inside of you.

You feel dizzy. Spent. Tired. Dazed. You should probably hydrate soon. And you wonder if anyone else on the team is looking for the three of you. You hope Joel has some napkins somewhere in his car, but you're not too worried because you have a pack of wet wipes in your gear bag. You never thought you'd use them for something like this, but... so it goes.

No one suspects a single thing at the after party. You throw back a few shots with your teammates and leg wrestle on the bar floor. You dance to the salsa music someone is playing on the juke box. You consider doing those pelvic floor exercises you saw on youtube once.

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a/n: I love life and I love being alive.

#joel miller x f!reader x ezra #the ask task

[teyamsatan]

ᴋɪɴᴋᴛᴏʙᴇʀ ᴅᴀʏ ɪɪɪ - ᴛʜɪɢʜ ʀɪᴅɪɴɢ

pairing: dilf!jake x human!reader (part of False God)

➽ a/n: i wrote this literally an hour before posting so i hope you besties enjoy x i was gonna reuse an older jake drabble but @jakexneytiri inspired this, so blame her hahahaha. dilf!jake will never not make me feral and weepy, much like our reader is. this drabble is also loosely based in False God, because the dynamic seemed to fit them. anyway i will stop rambling enjoyyy x

➽ words: 600 words

➽ warnings: it goes without saying, but all of these works (kinktober-related) are smut and therefore minors should NOT interact with them. other warnings include: slightly mean!jake, dacryphilia, pet names (doll, kid), p in v

➽ taglist (x) ➽ kinktober masterlist (x)

“Daddy…” the half mewl, half-whine you let out wasn’t lost on Jake, who, whilst couldn’t quite see your face, immediately perked at the name that will never cease to send blood shooting straight to his cock. He didn’t know how there was any blood left in his body, his erection so hard it was painful, twitching and throbbing, begging for your tight little cunt to wrap around him, to milk him 'til the last drop, 'til his seed was forever imprinted on your walls. But now wasn’t the time - patience is a virtue, one Jake has had to learn in time, in his 43 years on Earth and maybe even more so here, on Pandora. You weren’t ready. You were so small - too small -, a tiny, ineffectual human who somehow managed to pull him away from the life he’s built, with your beauty and your brains, with your inquisitive mind and your warm, inviting heart. You needed an orgasm, or three, to get your pretty pussy ready for him, for him to breed you like he envisioned and give into his worst, most delirious fantasies. 

So here you were, after your third orgasm, still pouncing vigorously on his leg, that was glistening even in the dim light peering through the curtains, the sound of your moans, mingled perfectly with the slapping of skin on skin, enough to drive him into a frenzy. 

“What’s wrong, doll? Tell daddy what’s on your mind.” 

The hands rested forcefully on either one of your hips, pressing your swollen folds to his lustrous, muscular, tensed thigh released their deathly grip on you, settling instead for a comforting caress of your abdomen, drawing circles into the plush of your skin.

“You’re being mean.” 

Your sniffles spurred him on, cock dripping in pre-cum and spilling down his balls, and he found himself reaching for your armpits, twirling you around like one of those Barbies that you had hanging on your bookshelf, a keepsake of a life you’ll never have. You winced softly as you were placed back down on his lower abdomen, finding steadiness on his abs, marvelling once more, as you always found yourself doing, at his body that felt carved by Eywa herself, at his bulging muscles, at the way he was able to make your body scream and writhe in the fine line between pleasure and pain until you were a weeping mess, much like right now. 

His thumbs were gentle as they wiped the tears from your face, but there was a smugness to him, a mischievous glint haunting his beautiful irises. 

“Went a little too far now, did I, kid? D’you need to get fucked dumb on daddy’s cock now?”

You moaned in between pitiful nods, cunt desperate to be filled to the brim with him, the emptiness too overwhelming to be denied anymore. As he raised you once more, your heart fluttered, excitement coursing through your veins as he aligned his cock to your needy entrance. The tip was all you needed to feel stretched beyond belief already, and your head fell backwards, eyes shut in the desire that pushed to the side the pain when the reward was all you’ve ever wanted. 

“That’s right - fu-uck! There you go, princess. Let daddy make it up to you, huh?"

You could think about the consequences of your actions tomorrow, but right now, all you can think about is him, and the next 3 orgasms he’d coax out of you before you’d inevitably pass out of exhaustion, cock drunk and satisfied, as always. 

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[goosewriting]

My name looks good on you (rottmnt x reader)

summary: you gift your turtle a bracelet with your name on it

relationship: Rise Leo, Raph, Donnie, Mikey x reader (separate)

warnings: pure fluff asfasdf

word count: 2857

A/N: very self indulgent ;;v;; first time writing for the other brothers so i hope it’s not too ooc! also i’m still trying to figure out how to do headcanons haha

(english is not my first language. constructive criticism and grammar corrections are very appreciated!)

🔵 Leo

you were just chilling at home browsing Pinterest and somehow ended up looking at cute couple aesthetics things

that’s when you came across super cute bracelets

they had those cube shaped beads with letters on them, embroidered into colourful bands

this gave you the idea of making a bracelet for Leo with your name on it

you gathered the materials immediately and started working on it

for the palette you decided to go with varying shades of blue

you also alternated fun shaped beads, little turtles and stars, so the band wouldn't be too plain

on each side of your name you also added a little red crescent moon, for his stripes. this you found particularly clever and mentally gave yourself a pat on the back

Leo would boast so much about it, you’d never hear the end of it

but it’d be worth the torture if it makes him happy

and you’d be happy if he decided to wear it (which he definitely will)

as for how big it had to be you kinda just took a guess, leaving the ends long enough to tie a knot and cut off the rest

after it was done you looked at your finished work with satisfaction, and texted the turtles you were coming over

once you and Leo were alone you did the “choose one: right or left hand?” while hiding both behind your back

no matter what Leo chose, you’d show him an empty hand first just to annoy him

upon seeing your empty palm he looked at you with a quirked up brow and a curious smile

when he chose your other hand you quickly switched the bracelet behind your back, showing him an empty hand again

he scoffed in mock offense and went to tackle you to snatch whatever it was you’re holding

you squeaked and took a couple steps back

“ok ok! I’ll show you. hold out your hand and close your eyes!”

Leo melted inside with those big bright e/c eyes you were looking at him with, your weight slightly shifting from one foot to another due to how excited you were to see his reaction

he kept his cool tho and obliged and stretched out one arm, covering his eyes with the other hand

“if you prank me or something you’re going down y/n” he laughed

“where’s the trust” you sighed dramatically

you see him shift his fingers to take a peek

smacking his arm slightly, he covered up again

“alright alright, i’m just really curious!”

“just a little more patience, Leo. isn’t that like a whole ninja virtue thing? have you been slacking on your training?” you joked while tying the bracelet on his wrist, leaving the knot loose enough to redo it if he wanted

“my ninjosity is perfectly fine, thank you very much” he retorted, clearly growing impatient at not being able to see

“ta-da!” you finally sang and he uncovered his eyes

a huge smirk made its way onto Leo’s face as he admired the handiwork

he was about to make some corny comment but you were quicker

“it’s to show everyone you’re mine” you said pecking the tip of his beak

to hide his sudden blush, Leo trapped you in a bear hug

which you happily returned

when he let go, you helped him tighten the knot so the bracelet wouldn’t be too tight

you cut off the ends and sealed everything with a lighter, being careful not to burn your boyfriend or your own fingers

“i love it, thank you” he said, kissing you hard and ending with a loud “mwah!”

you were 100% partner material and his ego was through the roof right now

as expected, Leo went around the lair gesturing exaggeratedly to bring attention to his hand

it didn’t even matter if anyone commented on the bracelet or not, he’d go “oh this? yeah my s/o made it because I’m that awesome”

would smile to himself every time he looks at it

instant dopamine shot for Leo

he’ll definitely ask Mikey to help him make one for you so you guys can match

🔴 Raph

you were hanging in Raph’s room when you noticed how all of his brothers had some sort of custom thing to them

Mikey had stickers on his plastron

Leo had stripes and markings on his shell

Donnie also had markings plus his tech incorporated into his outfit

Raph didn’t really wear anything besides his mask

all he had was… spikes

how unfair

so you took it upon yourself to make something for him that would give him a bit of swag

you remembered seeing some cute bracelets with names on the internet the other day

perfect idea!

you just needed the materials

you decided to go to Mikey; as the artsy turtle of the four he may have something to work with

to no one’s surprise he pulled out a box from under his bed with string, cords and beads in all imaginable sizes, shapes and colours

everything was delicately sorted into smaller boxes

you thanked him excitedly and when he asked what you were doing, you told him it was a gift for his brother

but it was a secret! so shh

Mikey understood the assignment, saluted you like a soldier and went to distract Raph so he wouldn’t come into his room

you worked fast but diligently

as you were picking out the beads to spell your name, it occured to you that with Raph’s weapon of choice a bracelet might get into the way

since the handles of his sais were quite short you didn’t want them to get stuck in the bracelet

so you decided to switch to a necklace

it would be almost choker-like, as not to slip over his head when doing ninja shenanigans, but also loose enough to allow movement without choking him

aside from your name in the middle, you also decided to add little turtle and heart shaped beads as well

for the strings you went with a bright and a darker shade of red that you braided together several times to make it nice and sturdy

after all your turtle is big and spiky. but so full of love

ugh you got all mushy inside thinking about him wearing the necklace

with a blush adorning your features you finished the last knot, leaving long enough strings to tie them at the end

you started tidying up and set Mikey’s stuff neatly back into the box

poking your head out of his room you looked for Raph

from the projector room you could hear the laughs of Raph, Mikey and Leo

they were probably gaming

Raph was sat on the couch and had his back towards you

so you silently approached him from behind, poking his shell

he jumped slightly since he hadn’t seen or heard you, and was about to stand up to face you but you told him to sit

he obeyed with a questioning look, his brothers also curious as to what you were up to

“stay still” you said as you stretched your hands over his shoulders, placing the necklace in place and tying a loose knot at the back

Mikey went “aww” as he clasped his hands together to the side of his head

Leo muttered a “kinda looks like a collar lol” before adding a “looking good big bro!” with a thumbs up

Raph felt around his neck but he couldn’t see, so he rushed to the bathroom to the mirror, with you happily skipping behind him

when he finally got to see your gift he blushed a deep red, which made you blush as well

“do you like it?” you asked shily, since he wasn’t anything

“like it? i love it!” he exclaimed after regaining his composture

Raph picked you up in a hug and swung you around several times, setting you down with a giggle

as you’re fastening the necklace and sealing the ends with a lighter, he’s already making plans on what to get you

also a necklace with his name? a bracelet? …a ring? that last one made his heart skip a beat

when you were done he lifted you up like you weighed nothing (you really didn’t to him) and set you on his lap to give you a well deserved ‘thank you’ kiss

🟠 Mikey

Mikey and you had wanted to get matching somethings for a while now

you couldn’t decide if you wanted it to be a necklace, with pieces that fit each other like halfs of hearts

or something else that matched in some way

you once saw a 6-way necklace where every piece was a slice of pizza, which if put together, formed the whole pizza

that would have been perfect for you, April and the 4 brothers

but you also wanted something that was just for the two of you

so you were scrolling Pinterest and Tumblr to find ideas

and you found the instructions to making bracelets with those lettered beads

in your brain an idea started forming and you immediately went to work, gathering all the materials

Mikey really wanted in on what you were doing, especially because usually you’d do crafts and artsy thing together

so you kinda had to do this secretly when you were at home instead of with him

which was a bit sad but you just filled your head with thoughts of your favourite orange turtle and blasted some high energy music to work through missing him

you decided to go with a longer strand, so it would wrap twice around the wrist

your name was followed by a heart and then Mikey’s name, since it was long enough to fit both names

you also added flower and turtle shaped beads

you even found a little pizza charm that glowed in the dark

so obviously you had to add that as well

for the colours you chose neon yellow, orange and green

the ends were neatly tucked into some clasps

admiring your finished masterpiece in your hands you smiled to yourself

a yawn made you look at the time only to realise it was like 2 am

whoops

you barely got any sleep tho because you couldn't wait to give it to him

the next day you headed to the lair as soon as your schedule allowed you to

you entered the place like you’d always do, greeting everyone with a cheerful “hello!” and quick hugs

when you got to Mikey he hugged you tightly and swirled you around a couple times calling your name

you looked at him with a mischievous glint in your eyes and a smile that gave you away

“what is it?” he said, thinking you’d spill the tea about something good that happened in class or something like that

instead you rummaged in your bag and fished out your gift, carefully placed in a little bag with a paper bow

“for you” you told him, pecking his cheek

he looked like a little kid who just got a new toy, stars shone in his eyes and were filled with love

he giggled in glee and went to take out whatever was in the little bag, only to find another bag!

he looked kinda puzzled, but you only bit your lip, holding in your laughter at the face he was making

you could tell that for a split second he thought you were actually gifting him just a bag inside another bag

and he would have been totally fine with that because you could give him a wrinkly candy wrapper and he’d still cherish it, simply because it came from you

with a nod from your head you encouraged him to check the second bag as well

“oh mi gosh!” he exclaimed as he took out the bracelet and you swear he exploded into colourful confetti and hearts and rainbows

you took it from his hands and wrapped it around his wrist, clipping it together

he took your hands in his as he admired your handiwork, closely inspecting all the little details

once again you were tackled into a hug and swayed from side to side

“do you like it?” you managed to ask in-between the several kisses he peppered your face with

“i love it!!” he exclaimed and kissed you once more

“can we make more together? you need one as well!” he asked giving you his puppy eyes

you faked thinking it over really hard, bringing you hand to stroke your chin, and his pout only got bigger

of course you said yes so he took your hand and dragged you to his room, chirping happily

🟣 Donnie

it was a normal saturday afternoon

you were chilling at Donnie’s lab

he was rambling about his newest invention to you

you were listening, really, but you were also kind of just checking him out, propping up your head on your elbow

when he talked like that, all excited, it was like he was shining and brightening up the whole room

you loved seeing him like that, absorbing his energy

and as you were taking in and memorising all the details of how he looked, talked and moved, you got an idea

Donnie wasn’t really a jewelry person

but you felt the urge to give him something to wear that was yours

just to mark him as yours

the thought brought a blush to your face which he registered but he continued talking, enjoying the attention

that evening you racked your brain trying to think what you could give him

you knew he had sensitive skin so you’d have to get something with a smooth surface/texture

browsing ideas online, you decided on making him a bracelet for his right wrist (the one without the screen)

you looked up a lot of different designs gathering several ideas and combining them:

the part in contact with the skin would be a flat pleather material

it had a discreet metallic buckle, which would be useful to put on and take off

on top of it sat the bracelet itself, carefully braided and sewn into the band

you chose several hues of purple and lilac for the strings and a dark brown for the pleather

on the top part of the bracelet was your name spelled in circular beads with letters

you also included some little turtle and gaming controller shaped beads you found at the end of your crafts drawer

you decided against a charm in case it got caught on something or if the clinking would annoy him

it was pretty late when you finished your masterpiece

under the light of your small desk lamp you admired your handiwork until you were satisfied, giving yourself a small nod of approval

the next day at the lair you went about your day as normal, but Donnie could tell something was up

you had wanted to wait til later to give it to him when you were alone

but he dragged you off to the lab, leaving his brothers who were engrossed in the jupiter jim movie from the classic sunday movie marathon

you actually also wanted to finish the movie

but since he was so adamant to know what you were hiding, you decided to amuse him and give him the present early

“so what’s up?” he asked, “i know that look of yours. you’re scheming something, aren’t you?”

“ah, i’ve been caught” you said in a sheepish tone and went to get the gift from your bag which was on a chair at his lab table

you had wrapped it up all nice with purple holographic wrapping paper

turning around with a swirl and a dramatic bow, you presented the package to him extending your hands

“for you, from me” you simply said and looked up at him expectantly

this wasn’t the direction he thought this would go, but he was definitely not complaining

he was just scared he forgot an anniversary or an important date

he had a meticulously filled planner tho so that was practically impossible

“what’s the occasion?” he asked as he carefully unwrapped the bracelet

you shrugged “just felt like it”

when he layed eyes on your handiwork he let out a small gasp of surprise

“i know you don’t usually wear this kinda stuff so i understand if-“

“what are you talking about?” he interrupted and didn’t lose a second to put it on his wrist. the right one, as you expected

“maybe it’s time i did start wearing these so you can make me more” he said with a cocky smirk.

“so you like it?”

he took your hands in his and bent down slightly to give your forehead a kiss

“i love it. thanks, sweetheart”

you went back to the projector room hand in hand and sat down at your previous spots, the other turtles seemingly unaware that you were gone in the first place

you went right back to the movie but the soft smile on Donnie’s face surrounded by a faint blush didn’t escape you

#goose feathers #rottmnt #save rottmnt #rottmnt leo x reader #rottmnt raph x reader #rottmnt mikey x reader #rottmnt donnie x reader #tmnt 2018 #tmnt x reader #rottmnt x reader

[carolmunson]

pbv!Steve on V-Day? I can only imagine the level of over-the-topness…

February is Valentine’s month for our boy. He starts on the 1st with a single red rose that he picks up on the way home from the office, delicately handing it to you with a kiss to your cheek while you make dinner.

“Hey valentine,” he murmurs before pressing another kiss to your temple.

“It’s not for another two weeks, Steve,” you smile into chopping aromatics, butterflies fluttering from your stomach to your chest.

“Valentine’s Day isn’t for another two weeks but,” he hangs his coat up by the door with his briefcase, “You’re kind of my forever valentine. So, the name sticks.”

“Your forever Valentine, huh?” you tease, showing off your empty ring finger, “Says who?”

“Patience is such a virtue, Manhattan,” he sighs, “The city’s poisoned you into wanting everything so fast.”

You let a puff of air through your mouth while you slide the celery, onion, and carrots into the heated pot on his newly installed chef’s stove top.

“When the jeweler and I agree on the stone, you will have that ring before you know it,” he says, rehearsed. He reminds you all the time. It’s weeks away. Fiancée is weeks away. But not Valentine’s Day because you told him that’s so cheesy, and Steve Harrington is much smoother than that anyway.

Valentine’s Day is an ordeal. He spends the first two weeks of the month adding a rose, so you end up with a huge bouquet by the holiday. Dinner reservations were made a month and a half in advance — he loves you in red, so your custom garter belt and bustier with lace and crafted boning flash a bloody crimson against your skin under your dress. A surprise. He loves when you surprise him.

Dinner and two bottles of wine and a box of chocolates and a new necklace later you are draped over each other in the living room, making out like teenagers who were told they could never see each other again. He barely has time to appreciate the lingerie before he tears it off you.

In the morning, you make him breakfast to deliver to him in bed. Wine always gives him a hang over, you tease him for getting old too fast when it does.

He smiles sleepily while he sits up, running a large hand over his face and through his hair — watching glinting in the morning light of February 14th.

“Good morning,” he says groggily, admiring you wearing nothing but the short silk robe you cooked in. He kicks himself for not being awake to watch you make it.

“Good morning, valentine,” you say back softly, “I’ll go get you some Advil.”

#pbv #pbv!steve

[quicktosimp]

Patience is a Virtue

Kinkmas Day 01

Warnings: Cock Warning, Alien Genitalia, P in V Sex, Sub!Teylan, Dom!Reader, Mommy Kink, Begging, Breeding, Creampie

I have to say such a huge thank you to @neteyamsyawntu, I am super excited for this event!!!

Divider by @cafekitsune

“Can- can I move now? Please?” Teylan wimped behind me.

I sighed dramatically, “No, Teylan, how many times do I have to tell you? I’m trying to work. Now you need to stay quiet until I am done,” I scolded, flexing my inner walls in punishment.

I could feel the tendrils of his cock squirming inside me, wanting to finish locking in place, eager to breed their mate.

“BUt, but you said it wouldn’t, oh fuck, take long,” Teylan whined as he grips onto my hips, steading himself.

“No, I did not say that. I said that it wouldn’t be long paperwork-wise; that’s still a long day,” I deadpaned at him.

“Please, please, please, I need to move, please,” He begs, and I can feel his tears drip into my hair. 

“No, you’re going to be a good boy and stay still, or I’ll get off, and I’ll put you in your chastity slate,” I threatened, glaring at him from the corner of my eye.

Teylan doesn’t need to know that I am bluffing, yet you would think he’d know based on how soaked I am. My juices dripped down me and all over our thighs, creating a sticky mess underneath Teylan’s ass and pooling on the seat.

“I’m a good boy! I’ll listen, I promise! Please, I’ll be good!” Teylan’s begs become desperate, needing to prove that he is a good boy.

I hum to myself as I lean back onto his chest, “I know you’re a good boy. You’re always a good boy for me. Sometimes you just need some reminders, don't you?” I praise him mockingly, “Now tell me what you want, and make sure you ask politely,” I demand.

“Please, Mamas, can I please fuck your pussy? I promise I’ll be a good boy and fill you will all my cum, and I won't let any leak out. Please, Mamas, your pussy feels so good, please, Mamas,” Teylan’s voice is music to my ears.

I can’t help but clench around his large cock, gigantic by human standers but small for a male Na’vi, making it possible for me to sit on his cock for hours at a time. I always love to sit on it whenever I can, paperwork, ikran riding, hell, even sleeping. I just want to be on Teylan’s cock. But Teylan never quite learned patients when it comes to his dick. Alway’s cumming too soon and then being too tired after to help me. So now we have training sessions to help build his stamina. Although Teylan finally getting proper nutrition is most likely what is helping him the most, I refuse to stop these training sessions just to hear him beg me for more. 

I sit there quietly, pondering if I want to give in to his pleas, but a much better idea comes to mind, “No baby, you can’t fuck my pussy, but I am going to fuck your cock. You’re going to sit pretty like that and not move while I fuck your cock, and if you cum before I do, you’ll be punished, understood?” I explained.

“Yes, Mamas, I promise,” Teylan moves his hands down to the chair, holding himself in place.

Not wanting to move much, I bounce in place, barely lifting myself, just enough to feel the spins on his cock rub inside my cunt, scrapping my walls deliciously.

“Your cock always feels so good, Teylan,” I moan, my soaping cunt squelching around his length.

“Mamas, please, good, please,” Brocken moans slip past Teylan's lips as tears and drool trail down his face.

I turn myself and grab Teylan’s face, bringing our lips together sloppily. As our tongues meet in the open air, our saliva mixing and dripping between us, as I grind on his cock, clenching even more as his spins flex inside me, telling me he’s near his release.

“I can feel you, Teylan, you need to cum don’t you?” I asked him, chuckling, as another groan slipped past my lips.

“Yes, Mamas, please let me cum!” Teylan shouts into the empty office room.

“Then you know what to do,” I mutter.

One of Teylan’s large hands slips down to my cunt, needily fingering my clit, rubbing it just on the right side of harsh, as he starts to roll his hips, just as I like it. More of a soft grind as more of his spins lock into place, sticking me on his cock. More whines and whimpers leave Teylan’s lips as he slots himself into place inside me, wanting nothing more than to breed his mate. 

“Are you close, Mamas? Please tell me you’re close,” Teylan begs again, and I know he’s going to cum the moment his cock breaches my cervix. 

“I’m close, baby. Make me cum,” I demand, humping into his fingers.

The coil inside me is tight as I near my own release. Shockwaves of pleasure override my senses just as the tip of Teylan’s cock breaches my cervix, the tendrils at the tip of his cock forcing the deepest part of me wide open. 

“Mamas, I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” He cries as ropes and ropes of cum enter my womb, the tendrils forming a seal, refusing to let a drop escape my cunt. 

As I was filled with cum, clenched around his cock, finally able to cum. My vision turns white as blinding pleasure overtakes me, “Teylan!”

I continue to rock myself on his cock as I’m still hit with waves of pleasure, needing to ride out my high. Teylan’s hips stutter as he keeps trying to force more of his cum inside me. I grab his face once again, needing to feel his lips on mine. His lips are soft and needy against mine as Teylan finally settles. Knowing that we’ll be here much longer, I relax the best I can, plotting his future punishment.

#avatar #avatar way of water #atwow #smut #teylan #frontiers of pandora #avatar frontiers of pandora #kinkmas #avatar12daysofkinkmas #teylan x reader #james cameron avatar #avatar pandora #pandora #teylan cult #sarentu #afop

[jellys-compendium]

Patience is a Virtue

A Spicy Vash x F!Reader x Wolfwood Drabble

Rating: Explicit (18+ Only, Minors DNI)

Pairing: Vash x F!Reader x Wolfwood Cw: Smut, threesome, Vashussy (i.e., Vash has a pussy), grinding, making out, p in v sex, consensual voyeurism, cumming inside, slight belly bulge, anal fingering, cum as lube, hair pulling A/n: Very impromptu thirsty thoughts plagued me while I was making dinner, so now you all get to suffer with me (also not proofread, sorry for any errors)

Imagine laying naked on top of Vash, nipples hard and skin electrified as your mouth caresses his--both your tongues eagerly swirling and thrusting against the other as the room fills with sounds of messy panting and lewd moans.

Imagine the glistening saliva that leaks down Vash's chin. It pairs beautifully with that disheveled spikey hair and his glowing rosy cheeks.

Imagine bucking your hips against his, watching as those blue eyes glaze over and feeling his back arch beneath you. Vash's strength lifts you so easily as he sings a blissful cry.

Imagine those cold and hot fingers digging into your back as Vash's pussy throbs against yours. His flesh is swollen and sensitive, wet and wanting. With a desperate whine he grinds up against you, rubbing his folds against your own and mixing your slick with his.

Imagine Vash desperately keening when his clit finds yours, languidly rubbing your sensitive spots together until he's coming under you for the second time that night. Trembling, open, and so devastatingly beautiful.

Imagine hearing Wolfwood's rumbling chuckle from the loveseat. A half gone and long forgotten cigarette smokes between his rough fingers as those dark eyes drink in the sight before him. He's naked too--cock laying hard and proud against his navel.

Imagine the devilishly handsome smile that spreads across Wolfwood's lips when he captures yours and Vash's attention. "So cute," he rasps before putting out his light and making his way towards the bed with confident strides.

Imagine feeling the mattress compress, the old springs protesting with a groan as Wolfwood climbs on. Hot fingers reach to tease at both yours and Vash's pussy, the two of you moaning lewdly as Wolfwood sinks his fingers into your fluttering walls.

Imagine the preacher teasing both you and Vash, that irresistible timber softly cooing your praises as he spoils you with his touch, telling you both how good you are for putting on such a pretty little show just for him.

Imagine feeling Wolfwood's hot cock press against your folds, your hips wiggling and your heart accelerating with anticipation. When you feel that smooth glands slip down your folds and nestle against Vash's entrance however, you cannot hide the pout that decorates your face. Wolfwood's chuckle perfectly compliments the apologetic little kiss that Vash presses against the corner of your mouth.

Imagine being pressed so close to Vash that you can practically feel when Wolfwood enters him. The small lump that manifests and presses against your navel makes you dizzy with arousal. Vash's beautiful eyes squeeze shut, his grip tightening around your waist as he lets out another broken cry. You tremble as Wolfwood starts pounding into Vash's cunt with the ferocity and desperation of a man starved.

Imagine the slick and desperate friction between the three of you, heat rising as hands touch everywhere. Pinching, gripping and caressing. As Wolfwood's hips slap against the both of you, his strong hands pin you in place, and despite the fact that you're not the one being penetrated, you're practically teetering on the edge of orgasm.

Imagine Vash egging you on as he's fucked stupid on Wolfwood's cock. The typhoon's hands reaching up to grope and caress your breasts, his hot mouth on yours as he whispers--begs--for you to come. Wolfwood's mouth is on your neck not soon after, the stubble on his chin and cheeks a pleasurable burn against your sensitive skin.

Imagine reaching down between the three of you, fingers wrapping around the base of Wolfwood's cock and giving him a squeeze before traveling up to circle around Vash's engorged clit. "Come," you whisper, breathless and aching. "I want to feel both of you coming."

Imagine the feeling of both Wolfwood and Vash reaching that high, their moans echoing through the room as their bodies tense all around you. Powerful muscles arching and straining, trapping your body between their own as they grind and groan, savoring the feeling of their shared release together.

Imagine the satisfied smile that grazes both their faces, and then the glistening mirth in their eyes as Wolfwood pulls out of Vash, and then before you can prepare, spreads you open and buries his fat cock to the hilt inside you. Vash's mouth latches onto your throat as you arch and cry out--Wolfwood's fingers ensnare your hair in an iron grip.

Imagine both men praising you as they begin to fuck you. Vash's fingers lubed with his slick and Wolfwood's cum, circles around the tight rim of your ass before plunging inside your tight hole. Wolfwood's hips ram against yours, knocking the breath out of your lungs.

"Such a good girl for us." Wolfwood praises. "Patience is a virtue, you know?"

#trigun #trigun stampede #trigun maximum #vash the stampede #nicholas d. wolfwood #vash x reader #vash the stampede x reader #wolfwood x reader #trigun smut #trigun x reader #jellywrites #vash smut #wolfwood smut

[catalinadearagonsblog]

Mary Tudor : The death of her mother

The year 1536 was hardly begun when Mary lost her mother. Katherine of Aragon, who had fought so unflinchingly for herself and her daughter, died at Kimbolton Castle on 7 January. She was fifty years old. Katherine told Ambassador Chapuys wanted to bequeath to Mary her furs and the gold cross she had brought with her from Spain in 1501. Few other possessions remained to her. She had suffered with “pain in her stomach” for several months and had begged Henry to allow Mary to visit her. Yet mother and daughter, separated for four years, were not to be granted the solace of a final meeting.

Four days after Katherine’s death, Lady Shelton went to Mary and “most unceremoniously without the least preparation” told her that her mother was dead. That evening Mary requested that Katherine’s physician and apothecary be allowed to visit her so she might hear of her mother’s final hours and of the manner of her death. Charles V wrote to his wife, the Empress Isabella, that Mary was “inconsolable at the loss she has sustained, especially when she thinks of her father’s past behaviour towards herself, and the little favour she can expect for the future.” Chapuys encouraged Princess Mary to show ‘good heart and constancy … great sense and incomparable virtue and patience’ to bear the loss of ‘such a mother to whom she bore as much love as any daughter ever did to her mother, who was her chief refuge in her troubles’.

In the final inventory of Katherine’s possessions taken after her death, the scribe noted that she bequeathed four small, frayed quilts to her daughter, Mary. These quilts were used by Katherine during the lying-in period of Mary’s birth and were willed to Mary as swaddling for her own children. Katherine does not say why she kept these quilts or what they meant to her. She doesn’t need to. These quilts are deeply emotional objects that convey love and affection and ultimately, sadness, because we know, from our vantage point centuries later, that Mary never had a chance to use them because she never gave birth to a child.

Sources:

Catherine of Aragon: Infanta of Spain, Queen of England by Theresa Earenfight

Mary Tudor: The First Queen by Linda Porter

Mary Tudor: England's First Queen by Anna Whitelock

Catherine of Aragon: An Intimate Life of Henry VIII's True Wife by Amy Licence,

#catherine of aragon #katherine of aragon #catalina de aragon #mary tudor #mary i #mary i of england #eustace chapuys #sarah bolger #the tudors #english history

[katdoesnothing]

how we feeling seeing the heavenly virtues in s&v

S&V // TDOS AU // THE DAILY OBJECT SHOW AU!

Current leader) blogger : humility

Spoon : kindness

Lava bucket/ LB : temperance

Computer : chastity

Tablet pen : diligence

Card : charity

Post it : patience / forgiveness

#object show community #object shows #tdos #osc #the daily object show #s&v #sins and virtues #au #alternate universe #the daily object show au #the daily object show series #skull tdos is my husband #I feel so pregnant

[pictureinme]

cheri cheri lady – kitten braden (6)

❧ you go to a peepshow. you meet kitten. your life is flipped upside down.

patricia 'kitten' braden x f!reader tags: voyeurism, oral sex, p in v, etc. (see ao3 for full list) parts: (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) 6

You giggle into the kiss as her hands tickle at your sides. The way her plush lips fit yours so well seemed like more than chance. You dismount from her lap, giving her space to cool down, but don’t yet separate the entanglement of limbs.

Kitten looks at you and sighs, “You’re a beautiful young lady, (Y/N).”

Despite the previous events, you blush and look away, “Not as beautiful as you.”

She touches your cheek gently, making you look back into her beautiful blue gaze. “Don’t be like that… let me compliment you.”

You feel a warmth in your heart as she praises you, continually whispering just as sweet compliments. Her fingers make their way to your chin, and you open your mouth slightly. Her thumb rubs against your bottom lip, and you dart your tongue out to taste.

“Pretty, pretty, pretty…”

Your lips wrap around the tip of her thumb, and she pushes in. A slight moan erupts from your throat, and she smiles gently. Kitten watches as you suck her thumb with a passion reminiscent of you going down on her. She continues to cradle your jaw with the rest of her hand, and finds herself getting lost in the feeling.

Not before long, she releases it with a pop, and quickly replaces it with her tongue. You suck on it with the same intensity as before, if not more. She makes her way on top of you to deepen the kiss, and scratches down your sides, causing you to whine loudly.

“Good girl.”

You relish in the praise, “Am I getting my surprise soon, love?”

She smiles rather mischievously, “Patience is a virtue, (Y/N).”

Kitten begins to kiss your face gently, covering every inch in the tint of her remaining lipstick. It tickles, and your smile widens even more. You feel her grind down on your lap, and you both share a moan. Her thighs feel amazing on yours, so plush and soft. She continues her kissing down to your neck, nipping every now and then.

Her fingers stroke your hair, and you practically mewl at the sweet attention she gives you. Not before long, you feel a familiar hardness grow on top of you.

Almost on cue, she moves up to whisper in your ear, “Would you like me to fuck you, pretty (Y/N)?”

Your eyes flutter closed, “God, please, Kitten. I’ve been hoping for that all night.”

“Lord, you’re brash,” she smirks as she starts to make her way between your legs again, “Not that I mind, but I may have to clean that mouth of yours…”

You moan quietly at the implications, “Don’t even think about prepping me, I’m practically dripping, love.”

“You think I can’t tell? I’ll help you find new sheets tomorrow,” she spreads your knees apart slowly.

‘Tomorrow?’ you think, ‘She wants to stay with me, even tomorrow…’

You’re knocked from your thoughts when a finger slides up your slit.

“Ready for me, doll?” Kitten kneels in front of you, her pretty length just inches away from where you need it to be.

“Please, I need you.”

She begins to lube herself on your wetness, the teasing seemed unending. Moving forward, her tip enters you slowly. This could be the only thing she does, and you would be beyond content. Thankfully, she pushes in further, more than you expected, until her hips are flush with your thighs.

“Oh, fuck me…” your head lolls back, and you let out a long moan.

“You’re so warm and tight, (Y/N),” Kitten’s eyes are shut, allowing her to feel every sensation you provide her.

She stays still inside you for only a little longer, just so you can adjust to her size. Once you urge her with impatient movements, she pulls out and back in just as fast. Your eyes shoot open, a whimper being pulled from you. You find her watching your expression, and the pleasure only doubles.

“Good girl, taking me so well,” her thrusts start to build a rhythm, “Does it feel good?”

Nodding, you move one of her hands to your breast, needing more stimulation, “It feels so good, Kitten, you’re so good!”

She grabs it, and begins to tease at your nipple, “So desperate, I love it.”

You nod again, feeling lost in the increasing speed and deepness of her movements. If this was heaven, you wouldn’t be surprised. Feeling her skin stick to yours, her sweat dripping onto your stomach, her groans and whines like music to your ears…

She twists your nipple very suddenly, and your back arches into it. Kitten smiles, delighted by your reaction. Wanting more, she sneaks the same hand to your clit, and rubs little circles around it.

“Kitten…” your brain turns to mush as she plays with you.

“Yes, love? Feeling close?” Her words were confident, but her voice wavered as she stuttered in her thrusts. She was close, just like you.

You nod enthusiastically, feeling your hips grind back on her subconsciously, “I’m so close!”

She moves her hand from your clit to ghost around your neck, and applies a very gentle pressure. It was enough to have you mewling. Kitten’s eyes fill with a devious glimmer, and she presses harder.

“Pretty little girl… come for me,” she watches as you squirm and quickly move your hand to rub at your clit. If she wanted you to come, you were gonna give her a show. You feel lightheaded, but her thrusts keep bringing you back down to Earth. You rub and rub, and watch her mouth fall open as she watches you.

You feel her so deep inside you, and you have no choice but to let go. Her thrusts are relentless as you see stars, and it only strengthens the orgasm. Your eyes open, not realizing they were closed, as you hear Kitten whimpering.

“Come, baby, please come in me…” you practically beg her, and her head rolls back.

Her whimpers turn into full blown moans as she thrusts desperately into you. You feel her twitch, and the warm feeling of her release is evident. She releases your neck from her grip, and collapses on top of you. Her breath is ragged, and her body sticky, but you feel so enraptured.

As both of your breathing calms, you let out a noise of contentment, “That was the best sex I have ever had in all my years of living, Miss Kitten.”

She giggles, and turns her head away from your body to breathe, “I have to agree, dear (Y/N). I can’t remember the last time I was, well… on top.”

“It certainly did not show, love.”

Kitten moves up to look into your eyes, and you both smile sleepily. You move to kiss her, and she pulls you even closer by the hair.

“I should probably pull out, huh?” She smiles coyly, and does so. You groan as she moves, but she shushes you sweetly, “I’ll grab a towel, don’t worry.”

You watch her naked form skip to your bathroom and wet a cloth with water to clean you up. As she does so, your sensitive body twitches uncontrollably.

“Ah, be gentle!”

She grins unabashedly, “Maybe you shouldn’t have rubbed so hard, hm?”

You fall silent, having been stood corrected. Kitten hands you the cloth, as well as a glass of water she grabbed, and you gently wash her as well.

Both being clean, calmed down, and hydrated, the two of you climb into your bed.

“Is this okay?” You look at Kitten.

“Of course, your bed is quite lush.”

“That isn’t what I meant, dear.”

She turns to her side to face you properly, “Then what did you mean, silly?”

“All of this, what we did,” you pause, “I don’t think I want this to be a fling. I know it isn’t exactly romantic, but…”

“Hush, doll,” she puts a finger to your lips, “I don’t want it to be like that either. I’d like to get to know you a bit better and… maybe we can see what happens?”

Her eyes looked uncertain, something you had never seen before in all of her confident swagger.

“I’d love that, Kitten. Thank you so much, I just can’t believe…!”

She moves forward suddenly to kiss you on the lips, seeming to have a knack for cutting you off mid-sentence.

You separate, smiling, “Let’s rest, lover. I’ll make us breakfast in the morrow, yeah?”

She nods, “Good night, Miss (Y/N).”

You kiss her again, softly, “Good night, Miss Kitten."

#patricia braden x reader #kitten braden x reader #breakfast on pluto #cillian murphy smut #cillian murphy x reader