#PLACED UNDER THE CUT DUE TO LENGTH

[fuckyeahisawthat]

There are so many places in the Villeneuve Dune adaptations where he just...takes all the narrative pieces that Frank Herbert laid out and subtly rearranges them into something that tells the story better--that creates dramatic tension where you need it, communicates the themes and message of the book more clearly, or corrects something in the text that contradicts or undermines what Herbert said he was trying to say.

The fedaykin are probably my favorite example of this. I just re-read a little part of the book and got smacked in the face with how different they are.

(under the cut for book spoilers and length)

The fedaykin in the book are Paul's personal followers, sort of his personal guard. They show up after his legend has already started growing (the word doesn't appear in the book until chapter 40) and they are people who have specifically dedicated themselves to fighting for him, and right from the moment they're introduced there is a kind of implied fanaticism to their militancy that's a bit uncomfortable to read. They're the most ardent believers in Paul's messianic status and willing to die for him. (They are also, as far as you can tell from the text, all men.)

In the book, as far as I can remember (I could be forgetting some small detail but I don't think so) there is no mention of armed resistance to colonialism on Arrakis before Paul shows up. As far as we know, he created it. ETA: Okay I actually went back and checked on this and while we hear about the Fremen being "a thorn in the side" of the Harkonnens and we know that they are good fighters, we don't see anything other than possibly one bit of industrial sabotage. The book is very clear that the organized military force we see in the second half was armed and trained by Paul. This is exacerbated by the two-year time jump in the book, which means we never see how Paul goes from being a newly deposed ex-colonial overlord running for his life to someone who has his own private militia of people ready to give their lives for him.

The movie completely flips all these dynamics on their head in ways that add up to a radical change in meaning.

The fedaykin in the movie are an already-existing guerrilla resistance movement on Arrakis that formed long before Paul showed up. Literally the first thing we learn about the Fremen, less that two minutes into the first movie, is that they are fighting back against the colonization and exploitation of their home and have been for decades.

The movie fedaykin also start out being the most skeptical of the prophecy about Paul, which is a great choice from both a political and a character standpoint. Of course they're skeptical. If you're part of a small guerrilla force repeatedly going up against a much bigger and stronger imperial army...you have to believe in your own agency. You have to believe that it is possible to win, and that this tiny little chip in the armor of a giant terrifying military machine that you are making right now will make a difference in the end. These are the people who are directly on the front lines of resisting oppression. They are doing it with their own sweat, blood and ingenuity, and they are not about to wait around for some messiah who may never come.

From a character standpoint, this is really the best possible environment you could put Paul Atreides in if you want to keep him humble. He doesn't get any automatic respect handed to him due to title or birthright or religious belief. He has to prove himself--not as any kind of savior but as a good fighter and a reliable member of a collective political project. And he does. This is an environment that really draws out his best qualities. He's a skilled fighter; he's brave (sometimes recklessly so); he's intensely loyal to and protective of people he cares about. He is not too proud to learn from others and work hard in an egalitarian environment where he gets no special treatment or extra glory. The longer he spends with the fedaykin the more his allegiance shifts from Atreides to Fremen, and the more skeptical he himself becomes about the prophecy. This sets up the conflict with Jessica, which comes to a head before she leaves for the south. And his political sincerity--that he genuinely comes to believe that these people deserve liberation from all colonial forces and his only role should be to help where he can--is what makes the tragedy work. Because in the end we know he will betray all these values and become the exact thing he said he didn't want to be.

There's another layer of meaning to all this that I don't know if the filmmakers were even aware of. ETA: rescinding my doubt cause based on some of Villeneuve's other projects I'm pretty sure he could work it out. Given the time period (1960s) and Herbert's propensity for using Arabic or Arabic-inspired words for aspects of Fremen culture, it seems very likely that the made-up word fedaykin was taken from fedayeen, a real Arabic word that was frequently used untranslated in American news media at the time, usually to refer to Palestinian armed resistance groups.

Fedayeen is usually translated into English as fighter, guerrilla, militant or something similar. The translation of fedaykin that Herbert provides in Dune is "death commando"...which is a whole bucket of yikes in my opinion, but it's not entirely absurd if we're assuming that this fake word and the real word fedayeen function in the same way. A more literal translation of fedayeen is "self-sacrificer," as in willing, intentional self-sacrifice for a political cause, up to and including sacrificing your life.

If you apply this logic to Dune, it means that Villeneuve has actually shifted the meaning of this word in-universe, from fighters who are willing to sacrifice themselves for Paul to fighters who are willing to sacrifice themselves for their people. And the fedaykin are no longer a group created for Paul but a group that Paul counts himself as part of, one member among equals. Which is just WILDLY different from what's in the book. And so much better in my opinion.

#dune #dune part two #adaptation #paul atreides #fedaykin

[satoruhour]

please do car sex w gojo where after a date reader couldn’t hold back!!

a/n: short one !!!!!sorry sorry just like that week ive got two essays due and im a little panicky! pls bear w/ me as uploads will be slow ty :")

warnings: fem!reader, playful banter (it’s becoming a thing w/ my gojo smuts idk why), handjob, oral (m! receiving), like one (1) spank, fingering, little prep, unprotected sex, creampie / breeding kink, implied multiple rounds, n*sfw under the cut

you’re not sure about why gojo looked so damn good today. you could attribute it to the fact that you haven’t seen your boyfriend in at least two weeks or the fact that he’s abandoned his jujutsu uniform for a formal suit. but you’re equally as dressed to the nines as him, visiting a quiet but delicious restaurant on the top floor of a mall.

“any reason why you’re so quiet, sweets?” satoru always could pick up on your silences and your mannerisms; being together all through high-school, at both his and your lowest, through taking care of megumi and tsumiki does that to him. the squeeze of our thigh is a question enough, done more for comforting you, though, and not for the dirty, dirty reasons you’re thinking about.

satoru bathes in the red light of the traffic crossing, and you think he simply looks stunning in the fitted suit and tie, blindfold exchanged for his signature glasses and his blue eyes that are so blue they shine over the stop light.

you bite your lip, turning in your seat slightly and grabbing his hand, heart jumping when it wraps around your smaller one — and he smiles at your reaction.

“nothing.” you hide a grin badly, getting one in return when you reach over his slacks, hand creeping up his thigh and getting closer and closer to his centre. he already knows you need not comfort, but rather something else, letting you give his hardening bulge one last squeeze before red turns green and your pout is the cutest thing ever. “damn.”

gojo steps on the gas and you’re forced to sit properly in the passenger seat, hearing a boisterous laugh from beside you, but he’s not exactly a law-abiding citizen either. he tugs on your hand, placing it on his hard-on and grinds into your hand, pins and needles forming in his hands from how hard he was grabbing onto the steering wheel.

“can’t keep my baby waiting, can i?” it’s said breathlessly, a smirk on his face that switches between its smug look and a face of pleasure. soft whines leave satoru’s mouth as you palm it, eyes fixating on the way the strongest sorcerer melts at your touch.

at the second red light, your hands are already tugging at his zipper, prompting pleas from your boyfriend. he sighs when you‘re fishing out his cock, pretty pink with an angry tip that’s leaking pre-cum, and when you start stroking — you can thank god that there’s no cars waiting at the traffic light with you.

gojo has a hand under your chin affectionately, eyes boring into yours that are starting to falter under your hand. it strokes his cock, squeezing and releasing, making sure all of his length gets your attention. the pleasured flutter of his eyelashes are the prettiest, a whimper escaping his lips that sends a spark right down to your cunt.

“oh f-fuck— your hands are so w-warm . .” there’s a crack in his voice and he breaks from your eye contact to lean back against the seats. your hands pump him slowly, enjoying the sensual moment until a honk from behind you surprises both of you and gojo screams, hitting his head on the roof of his car.

“ow— fuck!” gojo tsks, ignoring your giggles before he gets back to driving, “the other lanes are unoccupied, idiot!”

gojo, in classic gojo fashion, points his thumb and says can you believe that guy? like a suburban dad, shaking his head and sighing and forgetting his whole dick is out until you’re bending over the stick shift, engulfing his tip in your mouth.

your boyfriend chuckles, a twinkle in his eye as he looks down at you, “impatient little girl, aren’t you?” you only hum, preening at the hand that strokes your hair, aiding you but never really forcing you down as he drives at a leisurely pace. gojo grunts out when you run a tongue up the underside of his cock, other hand playing with his balls. his fingers tense momentarily on your head, before they move down your back, cupping your ass and you moan around his shaft.

“i’m surprised you didn’t drag me into the bathroom to fuck.” he speaks through laboured pants, earning a soft glare from you as you continue to bob your head.

“there was only— mmhff— one stall . .”

“wouldn’t have stopped me.”

you bite down gently on his dick as a warning and he yelps and laughs, surrendering with repeated okay’s. you feel his thigh move below you, speeding up to his penthouse when you’re holding tight onto his legs, steering wheel bumping into your head ever so often.

“o—oh . . baby, baby,” gojo groans out, pulling the car to a harsh stop and yet you’re not stopping, slobbering over his cock while the twist of your back starts to ache. but the sounds your boyfriend makes is just too hot, sucking in your cheeks more and going for the hilt. you bury your face in his pubes, gagging a little at his sheer length.

“shit, shit, shiiit . .” the gurgling sounds resonate throughout the car, interrupted briefly when the hand on your ass slips past the slit of your dress, going right to where your panties should be.

gojo breathlessly laughs, “no panties?” a spank to your ass and you’re wide-mouthed over his slick cock, pussy clenching around nothing.

“dirty whore.”

you click your tongue with a wink, moaning when his fingers tease the tight ring of your entrance and you’re forgetting all about your job when his fingers enter from behind.

“probably don’t even need prep — so fucking wet.”

you hum in response, sitting back up and climbing right into the comfort of his back seat. you’re too far gone to care when you start stripping, pulling the single garment of clothing off your body and gojo gapes at your lack of a bra too.

“was i just too amazed with the food?” he aaks himself more than you, but the endearing question brings a giggle out of you, making you violently gesture for him to just get in the back seat, already.

he follows you, as he would anywhere, lips meeting yours in a soft kiss, “clearly you wanted me to initiate . . i will be a better boyfriend, prommy.”

you pull away to make a face, “satoru, please never say prommy in your life ever again.”

“whhyyyyy?” now he’s just whining to annoy you, pulling him right into your face and spreading your legs. there’s a mixture of playfulness and desperation in your tone, hips humping the air at the lack of contact.

“please just fuck me, satoru.”

gojo gives you a sweet kiss, positioning himself right at your dripping cunt. he’s focused on pushing past your tightness, throbbing tip just nudging into your walls and satoru sighs—

“since my sweet girl’s asked so nicely . . gladly,” the height of the seats are perfect for gojo, bottoming out in you and moaning so loud the next neighbour over could probably hear you, “you’re so— tight, mmfuck—”

gojo finds a pace, head tilted to right where your bodies connect just to watch himself slip in and out of you. you’re entranced, too, just with the beauty of your boyfriend’s face as his brows pull together and his mouth hangs open.

“sa— satoru . . g-god,” you’re dragging him closer into you with your legs, locking behind his back as his hips continue to drive into your tight pussy. you’re so pliant, juices coating his cock so easily that he has no problem thrusting into you. “o—oh, pleaseplease—”

gojo props a leg up, ramming his hips deeper into you and the periodic twitches of his dick makes your pussy flutter, hips stuttering when you call out his name in such a sweet tone it’s got him wondering whether you were an angel instead.

“angel — fuck me — you feel so damn good . .”

“think— it’s the other way ’round,” a chuckle weasels its way out of satoru’s lips at your cheeky comment, bumping foreheads with yours gently as he holds his stare with yours.

“silly g-girl . .” your hands wrap around his neck at that, coaxing him into another deep kiss, moaning into his mouth and the way his body jerks into yours is just so cute. his tie is discarded, your dress is on the floor of the car and his hair is everywhere and you like gojo the best like this: dishevelled and messy, in love with you like always and he would happily be like this all the time if he could.

the sheer pistoning of his hips is so strong that the car is probably shaking, skin against skin and your dripping pussy that wraps around him so good that he can’t hold on any longer, muttering into your lips. his hand reaches down to rub at your clit, sending your body into little shockwaves into his hold.

“princess, i’m gonna—” he groans into your mouth, betrayed by his own body before his hips stammer and he’s cumming deep in you, spilling his seed deep into your waiting cunt and his eyes roll back. he has no chance of recovering when you’re reaching your high soon after, clenching so hard around him that his hips continue to buck into you. your brain is only full of satoru, satoru, satoru, whining into his skin as he fills you up.

“s’full . .” you mumble, pulling away drunkenly, meeting his slightly dull ones from his fatigue. “need more.”

your body moves on autopilot, prompting your lover to lie on his back seat without any protests and he welcomes you like clockwork atop him. and when you sink down, you swear you see another shade of blue pop up in his eyes at the sight. there’s a small sigh from gojo when you reach his pelvis, body illuminated by the street lamps and the moonlight. satoru is always in awe of whatever you do—

“that’s my pretty, pretty girl.”

#asks #satorusugurubae #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk gojo #jjk gojo x reader #gojo smut #satoru gojo smut #gojo satoru smut #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #satoru gojo x reader #gojo x you #gojo satoru #jjk thirsts #jjk drabbles #jujutsu kaisen

[lzaisv]

WRIOTHESLEY . NIGHT SHIFT

sypnosis; being clumsy isn't easy. doing a poor performance due to how you lack skill at work only leads to you earning less credit coupons, which is a result of your week only having one day off. wriothesley, who adores you so much, offers to help you earn credit coupons.

afab!reader

NSFW UNDER THE CUT ; MINORS DNI !

Wriothesley who adores you so much.

Ever since he first saw you in the infirmary, sitting all alone and a bruise on your wrist, you caught his attention right away.

He thought that Sigewinne might've been getting supplies for your wound, and you seemed rather lonely so he approached you and asked about your wound.

When he talked to you, it came to his surprise that your clumsiness got you accidentally tripping and your wrist hit on one of those super sharp areas of a nearby pipe. You explained to him how you couldn't really earn credit coupons that well since you were not used to this environment, and you told him how you were basically really clumsy, too, you were really nervous talking to him back then since you've heard a lot about how he was a cold and mysterious man, but somehow, he managed to change the way you perceive him. 

Now, you saw him as a caring man that had a strong sense of responsibility, welcoming rather, too. He radiated an aura that let you feel safe and comforted by him. The light jokes and sarcasm he had made you feel better.

Since that day from the infirmary, Wriothesley notes to himself about your schedule and he always tries to be there to see you. Initiating small talk that allowed you two to be closer. And everyday, he would see you working hard on your task, only skipping work at least once every week. So when Wriothesley figured out that you struggled earning credit coupons, he proposed a way to let you earn more coupons. He suggested that you could help him out with something in his office, and you'd earn credit coupons in return. 

You were honestly tired from working almost everyday a week, so you agreed. You needed those credit coupons.

So the following day, you went to his office at the exact time he instructed you to come. It was rather late at night, and most of the inmates were asleep already. You thought the task he had stored for you was things he doesn't have time for like cleaning his office, organizing paperworks neatly, just those stuff.

But you were wrong.

Somehow, you're here with your chest facing down on his desk, your hands handcuffed behind you, a mirror infront of you, and your pussy being wrecked from behind by his grace.

“ah ─! shit.. tighter than expected.” wriothesley groaned from behind, his cock slowly entering your intimate area, your eyes shutting tight from the stinging pain of him slowly entering you. He was hung, after all. He only entered half of his length inside you, but you couldn't help but tear up. “it hurts, your grace.” you whimpered, you don't know how much you could take, he wasn't even fully inside yet. 

“i'm sure you could take it all, fuuuuck, your pretty pussy's clenching down on me.” he scoffed, his hands placed down on your waist, tracing your curves with his thumb. “It's like it doesn't wanna let go of me.” Wriothesley had a sly grin on his face, trying to keep his cool and not just enter you in one go. He was trying his best not to lose his self control. 

But once he's fully entered you, now this is a whole different level.

Once he was fully inside you, wriothesley seriously could not stop himself anymore. “'m sorry, princess. I'll give you extra coupons for this.” he warned you, and that got you confused, “h-huh? Wha ─!” your eyes widened, a gasp coming out of your mouth as he started ramming his cock inside your cunt with no stopping. He moved quickly, and still managed to reach the deepest parts of your area that you never thought would be possible to reach.

Your head fell on his desk, tears forming from your lower lash line, and your fists clenching as you tried to protest, but you couldn't. Only whines and moans came out of your mouth, and you were going dumb so fast. 

“fucking─ ngh, gorgeous.” he mumbled in between his low moans. He just adored you. Ever since you stepped foot in the fortress of meropide, that was the first time he was thankful a person even committed a crime. He couldn't stop looking at you, visiting the cafeteria almost everyday just to sit right next to you and ask you about your day. He loved listening to you ramble on about your day, and whenever you mentioned how tiring the jobs were, he would speak with the guards who were there to supervise you with your task to lessen the work for you so you wouldn't have to be so worn out everyday. 

These little gestures of affection were his way of saying he wanted you. And to have you here on his desk, all being fucked dumb, he couldn't be even more thankful to the archons above.

“you don't know how long I fucking waited for this.” he whispered in your ear, yet his sharp thrusts where uninterrupted. Although, he was aware you couldn't even think as of now and just went dumb on him so easily. “going dumb already on me, angel? How cute.” he praised you, placing a kiss on your cheek. 

“'m gonna ─! 'm gonna cum, wrio ─ !!” a high pitched moan came out of you from your nonsense babbles and whimpers. Pleasure was overtaking your brain, all your senses going stupid. 

“hnghhh, go on, milk my cock.” he insisted, his movement becoming sloppier, and he could tell that he himself was close too. He was aware he shouldn't cum inside you, with the possibility of even knocking you up, he could ruin your life. 

“inside, please.” you whined at him, turning your head back on him, drowsy eyes looking at him, begging for him to cum inside you, and who was he to refuse such an offer? That was enough to push him to the edge, and after one last thrust, he spilled his load inside you as you orgasmed, filling you up to the brim, causing your eyes to roll back to your skull.

Immense pleasure washed on your brain, seeing stars, and it felt like a warm embrace, enveloping you with a sense of contentment.

Wriothesley pulled out after cumming inside you, seeing his cum overflow from your sweet pussy, he couldn't help but use his fingers to stop his load from coming out of you, he just adored you. 

“aren't you just the cutest? as promised, I'll give you 5,000 credit coupons for this.”

© lzaisv . do not copy/steal, translate, modify my work.

#genshin impact #genshin impact smut #genshin smut #wriothesley #wriothesley smut #wriothesley x reader #genshin impact x reader

[diorcities]

⠀   ⠀ ── ♡ ♡ ♡ w a choke kink !

nct dream hard hour.

you feel mark's hands put pressure on your neck. he's sweating and swearing, breathing through his open mouth from how desperate he is. you look so pretty under him, cover in sweat, rolling your eyes. he feels the need to use his hands as a necklace. feeling many sensations at once, a little overwhelmed by the crushing sounds of his hips against yours, the sounds he brings out of you every time he pounds into you, the music that plays in the background, the heat wave he experiences when he feels the tingling at the tip before he comes. your hands wrap around his hands feeling yourself dissolving into pleasure, looking at him through the fog in your brain with lust eyes that cause him to utterly burst.

as you ride him, jeno wraps his hands around your neck and cuts off your blood flow. it's a way for him to tell you that he's still in control even though you're pushing him over the edge with your sharp, practically erratic movements. you would slow down as you feel light on him, starting to fuck yourself up and down on his length, as you hold on to his muscular arms. feeling dizzy while your pussy starts to throb, sensing how tense his muscles are under your touch. he works his way inside you with rough, jerky movements while your body jolts and twitch due to sensitiveness, and it's the way you try to slow down the pace with your small hands on his that makes him nut on the spot.

renjun enjoys overpowering you. when you try to control the situation and your fingers wrap around his neck causing his body to spasm. returning the gesture when you ride him until you succumb to your high and he must take control. bringing your legs to your chest, completely possessed by the way your body is covered in sweat and your puffy lips are open, letting out the most pretty moans he's ever heard. the leud sound of his constant pounding that makes his cock slide easily in and out as your legs suffer quivers now and then.

haechan loves how your body contorts at his commands. how your body writhes in any position he desires, loving how flexible you are for him as he takes you from behind on the couch. your pretty dress is now wrinkled and ruined as he pulled it up to your waist and pushed your underwear to the side, eager and needy that he doesn't check if someone hears the smashing sound of your skin every time he sinks deep inside you, putting on a chokehold as he fucks you mercilessly. movie longer forgotten, playing as a background sound in harmony with your muffled moans. you hear him hiss before he guides one hand to your neck and wraps his digits on the soft skin to pull your head back to kiss you. when he pulls away, the hand transfer to your mouth, shushing your whimpers.

chenle enjoys the view from below while eating you. he hums over the sensitive area as he feels your fingers tighten in his hair when he licks right where you like it. keeping your legs open whenever sensations swirl and cause your body to crack. and with his hands on your neck, he forces you to stay still in your place when you try to push him away from you. your body succumbs to the spasms that plague you without giving you time to register when he gets up and licks your remains from his lips. he also likes to watch your ruined body before having a taste on his own.

from the way jisung's eyes linger time to time on your clavicle you know how much he wants to put his hands on it. he has always been this cautious, because, what if he makes you uncomfortable, what if you don't like it, what if he hurts you? hands squeezing thighs and waist to restrain himself from how bad he wants it, resting them under the valley of your breasts, cupping one of them as he shoves his cock with rhythmic, quick pace moves, sensing your fingers wrapping on his wrist and pulling his hand up til they're now on your neck. so small and thin when his fingers wrapped it.

jaemin forces you to see your destroyed reflection on your vanity table, while holding you in place with the firm grip of his hand at the base of your neck, so that your body is not propelled forward each time he thrusts you. you cannot look, however. your eyes do not cooperate and flutter from his rhythmic and hard movements, unable to stand on your own, and lolling your head forward when you are too sensitive and he does not stop. jaemin moves his fingers up to your neck and gently squeezes. “i said look” seems to scream the gesture. so you look, through the haze of your tears.

#haechan smut #mark smut #jeno smut #jaemin smut #renjun smut #chenle smut #jisung smut #nct dream smut #nct dream hard hours #nct dream reactions #♡dream

[hearts-4-vicky]

g!p julie fics are seriously understocked rn it's a crime

made me bussanut ‼️‼️‼️

warnings: G!p Julie, 5th member reader, reader snuck in cuz she on hiatus😭, fan sign, edging…, semi public sex?, secret blowjob, natty is stupid, u slap her balls like once🎀 kinda short, i think thats it…

um not proofread again…

Everyone at the fan sign knew something had to be wrong with the Julie. To stuttering, gasping, and having her eyebrows furrowed nearly the whole time, people started to get worried. many speculated she missed you, since you were set to be on a hiatus for at least a month due to being accused of being a porn star being debut, (cut me some slack man… idk what to write😭) little did they know you were under the table, stroking Julie’s fat cock.

placing tender kisses along her length and on her tip, never taking her fully in your mouth. Julie had been on edge ever since she sat down, wondering when you would start a proper blowjob. your fingertips teased her tip while you were as the fans started to line up, Julie felt warmth around her tip, making her let out a soft whimper. you wrapped your fingers around the base of her cock, before taking more of it in your mouth little by little. head bobbing on her dick as you take her in your throat. your tongue swiping on the underside of her cock made her let out a low grunt, gaining the attention of the fan in front of her.

“um… are you okay?” the girl asked, before pushing the opened album in front of her

gulping, she answers while trying not to moan out loud “ghk- yeah! how are you though?”

“well-“ Julie had completely zoned out, focusing on trying not to start whimpering in the middle of the fan sign

timeskip… idk what to put man😔

Julie’s facade had started to break as the fansign came to a halt, breathing heavily as showed her no mercy. every time you felt she was gonna cum, you stopped your actions. waiting for the urge to go away before going right back to deep throating her throbbing cock.

As the members were resting, Julie was still trying to be as quiet as she can with her the overwhelming head she was receiving.

“Do you have a ding dong?” Natty whispered to her, breaking the girl from the trance she was in

“H-huh?” Julie gasped out, feeling you play with her heavy balls. your tongue swirling on her tip. Natty continued to speak

“Y’know.. like a… cum gun? pew pew?” Natty started to lean in closer, voice lowered in order to not disturb the other girls. “Or a joystick? whatever you call it!” she trailed off, before noticing the slight sweat around Julie’s neck. “mmfh- fuck..” you took her all in your throat now, pausing for a second before bobbing your head up and down “wha-“ “shhh… yeah I do h-hAVE! one.. oh shit…” Natty looked at her wide eyed as the girl now had her head thrown back. “The fuck?” she questioned the older girl. Before she could respond, Julie felt you bob your head faster, feeling her tip ram into the back of your throat. She brought her hands to her face as to cover her flushed cheeks and to quiet her moans😵‍💫 her cock was throbbing once again as you suckle on her mushroom tip, she prayed you would let her cum deep in your throat. Natty walked away not wanting to deal with whatever was helping with the leader. Julie felt the same knot in her stomach, nearly crying out as she thrusted hard into your awaiting throat for the first time of the night. she painted your insides white with her thick load, making you gag but not rejecting it whatsoever. she leaned back in her chair, riding out her orgasm as she breathed heavily.

“Get up! we’re gonna perform!” Belle called out to Juile. still recovering from her orgasm she panted out a response “huh? i t-thought we would get a little practice before that..” her mind foggy, only thinking about how she would pound your pretty little cunt after this. you giggle at your girlfriend’s cuteness before coughing loudly. hearing this, Belle stepped closer to find the source of the noise.

“what the f-“ Belle lifted the cloth on the table, revealing your topless figure

“oh!- um hi! miss me?”

“how are you here? why is there white on yo- EWW NASTY!”

“nuh uh! not nasty… my babygirl tastes good..”

“yeah whatever.. unnie put your dick away”

hi my loves 🎀 IM LOCKING IN FIX MY ACC RNNNNN n other shit um💪💪💪🤫🧏 wish me luck yall…

Anyway Love you guys and stay safe❤️❤️

-Vicky 💋

#vicky’s asks #anon ask #wlw #kiss of life smut #kiss of life x reader #kiof smut #julie han smut #julie han x reader #g!p

[cheollipop]

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navi | taglist

pairing: choi san x fem!reader

w.c.: 2.6k

tags: smut, fluff

after days of isolating himself in his room to study, you offered to help san relax. you forgot one thing, however -- that choi san has always been better at giving love than receiving it.

warnings: soft dom!san, praise, oral sex (m & f receiving), fingering, masturbation, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex (boooo 👎), creampie, impregnation/breeding kink, overstimulation, slight cockwarming, nicknames (sannie; baby, angel, darling, love, treasure)

A/N: this fic came out of nowhere ngl, I was planning another one and then BAM- over 2k words of filth -- some of the dialogue in this made me short-circuit. I hope you enjoy! ^^ <3

nsfw under the cut - minors dni!!

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You peeked through the open door into San's room, your gaze fixing on his slumped shoulders as he typed away at his laptop. The final week of the semester was always the hardest on him, his assignments piling up just before exam season. He'd often isolate himself in his room for days, and you'd have to spoon-feed him his meals when he refused to look away from his laptop. He was mumbling to himself while his fingers tirelessly punched at the keyboard, deleting words and sentences and replacing them with ones he found more appropriate.

You smiled to yourself, pushing yourself off the doorframe and walking towards him. His body jolted when you placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Shit, babe, you scared me," his hand flew to his chest, his heart beating rapidly under his palm.

Your smile widened. How cute, you thought. "Sorry," you kissed the tip of his nose. Taking in the redness of his eyes, probably dry and painful whenever he blinked, you pulled the eyedropper from behind your back. "Lean back," you muttered the instruction.

"There's no need-"

You raised an eyebrow at him, and he stopped his sentence, leaning his head back against the headrest. Your smile returned for a second before fading to make way for your tongue to peek out in concentration. Your fingers were gentle against his eyelids, holding them open while dropping the liquid into each eye. You pulled away and screwed the lid shut while San blinked rapidly.

"Thank you," he grabbed your hand, swinging it back and forth twice before bringing it to his lips and placing a tender kiss over your knuckles.

Your heart felt warm at the gesture. You ran your free hand through his hair, smoothing down the disheveled locks.

"Why don't you take a break?" You suggested, looking down at him with big eyes – you hoped they would convince him.

"Ah, baby, I really shouldn't," he sighed, looking back at his screen. "It's due in two days and I have so much left to do; I haven't even finished it, let alone proofread whatever I managed to write already-"

You watched as he began to spiral, the stress staining his expression, so you pinched his chin between two fingers and moved his head away from the screen to face you again.

You leaned down and pressed a kiss to his cheek. Smiling, you lowered your voice so only he could hear you – despite there not being anyone else present. "I've missed you, Sannie. Won't you let me help you relax? I promise it'll feel good."

You saw, in real time, as the hesitation in his eyes disappeared, replaced by excitement when he took in the meaning behind your words.

"Okay."

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“Fuck,” he threw his head back when you licked a stripe up the underside of his cock – standing hard and throbbing against his lower belly.

You looked up to meet his eyes, fluttering your eyelashes at him as you glided your tongue over the throbbing vein stretching over his length – he almost came right then and there. You were taking him so well, licking at his tip teasingly, his shirt hanging off your shoulders and adding to the visual. He wondered if it would still smell like you even after you washed it.

His thoughts were interrupted when you finally took him into your mouth whole, relaxing your jaw until he hit the back of your throat. San’s hand flew to your nape, tangling in the hair there and pulling harshly, but not enough to pull you off – the pain egging you on.

“Holy fuck, (Y/n), my love. Your mouth- god,” he let out a throaty moan when you swallowed around him.

Your hand reached down to cup his balls, fondling them while you drew him out of your mouth until the tip was leaning against your lips. The corners of your mouth curled, smiling at San’s flushed cheeks, his eyes heavy and lidded as he stared right back at you from where he was leaning against the headboard. San’s hand reached forward to cup your cheek, his thumb rubbing back and forth against your cheekbone, touch so delicate you almost forgot you'd had his cock down your throat less than a minute ago.

"My beautiful baby," he breathed, his eyes soft as he took in your features.

San bit down on his bottom lip when you took his cockhead into your mouth again, giving it a firm suck and smiling when he groaned. You flattened your tongue against the underside of his cock and slowly took his length down your throat, nuzzling your nose into the soft skin at the base. You sectioned your cheeks, your eyes tearing up as you tried not to gag around him, his cock twitching uncontrollablely in your mouth.

"Fuck, (Y/n) wait, wait-" San's hands cupped your jaw, pulling you off him, a string of spit connecting you to his cockhead. His cheeks were flushed, chest rising and falling rapidly as he gazed at you with hooded eyes, glazed over with lust. "I almost came, shit, sorry. Give me a second."

You raised an eyebrow at him. "That's the point, no?" You breathed out a laugh.

His mouth curled into a mischievous smirk. "Not yet."

With deft fingers, San flipped your positions, stripping you of your sweats and panties and throwing them off the bed before sitting back on his heels to take you in – dressed in nothing but his shirt. With his hands cupping your knees, he spread your legs in front of him, nearly growling at the glistening arousal dripping from your pussy – the tight ring clenching and unclenching around nothing.

"What a-are you doing?"

"It's your turn now," his eyes were fixed on your middle, clicking his tongue when your legs closed around it. San parted them again, met with a little resistance, his hands sliding down your inner thighs teasingly.

You sat up the best you can, pouting as heat creeped up your face when your eyes flitted down to San's cock – painfully hard, the tip red and angry where it stood against his lower belly. "But I'm supposed to be making you feel good."

San smiled, dimples dipping into his cheeks while he looked at you fondly. "Oh baby, when do you ever not make me feel good?"

You weren't convinced, closing your legs again and trapping his hands between them. San narrowed his eyes at you, forcing your legs apart yet again and placing himself between them.

"Saaaan," you whined, your knees bumping against his shoulders.

“I thought you said you missed me.” Leaning over your lower half, he kissed down your thighs, leaving a trail of bruises, some darker than others. "Just let me have a taste," he muttered against your skin, his words interrupted by kisses.

"San, stop being a stubborn shit!"

"Have I told you how hot you are when you're angry?" San giggled when you huffed, falling back against the bed with a plop once you realized that he wasn't going to give up. His lips strayed down to place kisses around your mound, not quite close enough to where you need him. "So, what do you say, hm? Can I?" He pressed his lips to your clit, flicking it once with his tongue. Your breath hitched, heat soaring through every nerve in your body.

As per usual, he had won this battle, and he would probably win the next one with only a single sweet smile.

You reached down to cup the back of his head and pushed his face between your legs, his tongue not wasting a second to lap at your folds, swallowing your nectar with a low moan. With his thumbs digging into the skin at either side of your cunt, San spread you out and circled his tongue around your entrance, dipping his tongue in teasingly before moving back up to suck your clit into his mouth. His fingers found your hole before you could complain, stuffing you with two of his digits and curling them to press against your walls until your back jumped off the mattress.

“San- Ngghhh, right there, fuck,” you fisted your hands in San’s hair, pushing his face further into you.

He tongued at your clit with vigor, his eyes closed while he nuzzled his nose into your pubic bone. The sweet noises you were making only incited San to go harder, punching at your g-spot with every thrust. His other hand had long since strayed down to pump his cock, moaning against your clit when he squeezed at his tip, smearing precum down the rest of his length. His hand moved sloppily over his cock, his high only a breath away with the way you were clenching down on his fingers.

“Oh, fuck, San- I’m-”

The vibration of San’s moans as he came into his fist sent you over the edge. Your thighs shook around his shoulders, fingers tugging painfully at his hair while you rolled your hips over his flattened tongue and reveled in the slow pump of his digits inside you as you rode out your high. San slipped his fingers out when your knees pressed against his shoulders in an attempt to close, your hips moving away from his mouth as you began to feel overstimulated. With a final kiss to your clit, San pulled away.

You took in each other’s appearance – you, your cheeks a bright red, panting heavily while your thighs twitched and quivered as you recovered from your orgasm; and him, your arousal dripping from his chin, his eyes hooded and glazed over with lust, his thighs painted with his own cum while his cock twitched where it hung between his legs. You reached a hand out to him and San didn't waste time climbing over you and slotting your lips together, making you taste yourself on his lips. San’s tongue ran over your teeth, then found your own before he sucked it into his mouth. His hips rolled against you, his cock already half-hard where it slid through your dripping folds; your body jolted when it brushed against your sensitive clit.

“See what you’ve done to me? ‘Cumming all over myself before I even got the chance to fuck you properly.” He covered your parted lips with his own, muffling the broken moans he pried out of you with every insistent grind of his hips. “How will you take responsibility? Hm?”

You gripped his shoulder, digging your nails into the skin when shocks of overstimulation brought tears to your eyes, shivers running through your body. “San, S-san, wait- please, give me a second-”

“Mmm, I- ahh, I don’t think you can wait any longer, my darling.” San kissed over your jawline, running his tongue over the shell of your ear. His cock was now fully hard, heavy against your cunt as he continued his unrelenting pace. “I think you still miss me very much.”

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Your legs shook where they were propped up over San’s shoulders, his cock pounding into you frantically while he bit down on your nipple, nuzzling his nose into the soft flesh around it – bending your body in half so you could take him properly. You were already out of breath, San’s cock pushing so deep inside you and pressing against your g-spot with every forceful thrust. He kissed his way up to your jaw before peppering kisses all over your cheeks and nose, breathing out airy moans in between.

“My love, my sweet girl, you’re taking me so well,” he kissed over your parted lips, taking in the pretty melodies you were expelling. “Such a perfect pussy, hahh- so fucking tight.”

San gripped your thighs, pressing a kiss to your knee beforee bringing them down from his shoulders and wrapping them around his hips to allow his cock even deeper into your heat. You reached for him, and he instantly leaned down so you could wrap your arms around his shoulders, pressing your chest to his while his hips continued thrusting into you, slowing to a heavy grind before drawing his length out to the tip and slamming back in.

“San, Sannie, feels so gooood- hnnngh,” your eyes rolled to the back of your head when San’s hand slipped between your bodies to toy at your clit, flicking it at the same pace as his thrusts.

"Louder. Let everyone hear your pretty voice, angel,” he pressed wet kisses over your flushed cheeks. “Show them all just how much you missed me."

His fingers on your clit circled around to grab a fistful of your ass, guiding your hips to meet his thrusts and watching your skin ripple at the impact. “Good god, I’m going to fill you up, stuff you so full and have you carry my children. Would you like that, treasure?”

“Yeah, yes, please. Give it to me, Sannie. Ngghhh- Make me pregnant, make me a mommy, p-please!”

Broken cries slipped out of your mouth as San hammered his cock into you, feeling it twitch and throb between your walls while he came. He fucked his cum into you while two of his fingers worked your clit, his thrusts desperate as he tried to bring you over the edge with him. He buried his face into your neck, groaning and grunting as he overstimulated himself, fucking into you with urgency.

“Fuuuck, baby, please- please, shit, cum for me,” he pressed his hips into yours, shoving his cock as deep as it could go and pressing the tip against your sweet spot, his cum seeping out of your abused cunt.

San chanted praise into your skin, emitting a hearty groan as your pussy clenched around him when your orgasm finally washed over you: your vision blurred, toes curling as pleasure flooded your body and sent your nerves into overdrive. San remained still, leaving you to ride out your high at your own pace despite being overstimulated himself. He sprinkled soft kisses all over your face – from your chin, to your cheeks, delicately over your closed eyelids, then up to your forehead before moving back down to press gentle pecks to your lips. When you slumped down against the mattress, a sheen of sweat illuminating your skin, San pulled back to look at you. A fond smile adorned his lips and the dimples you loved so much decorated his cheeks, his eyes soft as they took in your content expression.

“Hi,” he spoke, voice so soft you felt a wave of warmth surging in your chest.

“Hey,” you giggled, bringing him in for another kiss – the slow movement of lips, I love you’s whispered against each other’s skin like a prayer.

“(Y/n), baby,” he muttered while his mouth strayed down to your neck.

Your fingers carded through his locks, sighing when he sucked at your sweet spot. “Mm?”

“Not that I don’t love being inside you, but I can’t really pull out when you’ve got me trapped like this,” he chuckled into your neck, kissing over the blossoming bruise he'd left behind.

Your lips curled into a timid smile and you wrapped your limbs tighter around his figure, warming his softening cock between your walls. “Mm, good."

You clenched down on San teasingly, giggling when he hissed sharply, your laughter getting louder when his fingers began to poke at your sides. “You little- let go of me!”

“N-no!” You squirmed under him, gasping for air as he continued to tickle you.

His fingers stopped their ministrations after a few seconds and he smoothed his hands over your waist. “What if I promise to stay here and cuddle with you for the rest of the day? Will you let go of me then?”

Your eyebrows shot up, “what about your assignment?”

San cupped your jaw, his eyes full of love as he looked down at where you laid under him, so beautiful after he’d had you. How could he ever deny you anything?

“It can wait. It seems I've been neglecting my pretty baby and now I gotta make it up to her.”

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[lonelystarrs]

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐀𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐝, 𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢 𝐅𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐨.

𝑇𝑜𝑗𝑖 𝐹𝑢𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑔𝑢𝑟𝑜 𝑥 𝐹𝑒𝑚𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

You made his toes curl, his eyes cross and his heart thump, you were his bratty sweetheart, his second chance —it’s as simple as that really.

Warnings: 18+ MDNI • fluff • smut smut smut • Toji brain rot • Toji bit yandere / toxic but how is that surprising • rough & soft Toji •

Toji who likes cupping his large hand under your chin and throat so he can feel the bulge of his dick as he slides it down. Spit dripping down your chin and lacing through his fingers until it slides down his wrist. Tilting your head up ever so slightly so he can watch little hearts form in your eyes.

“Fuck girl, you take it so well.”

He could feel your tongue against his balls, just giving him that little something extra because you were a sucker for spoiling him.

He knew you liked the view from here, his six pack, huge man titties and has hair falling forward to frame his face, those gorgeous green eyes almost glowing as they looked down at you.

That shit eating smirk on his face, that scar ever so noticeable.

“Y’not even gaggin’ -fuck, throats tight though think it’s got some competition with that pussy huh?”

His hips gave a test thrust, letting his dick flex down your throat to see if you’d gag, it made the man groan when he could feel his own cock flexing through the bulge in your throat. His green eyes rolling back into their sockets when he felt his cock sliding, the bulge retreating and running along his fingers.

But what made his eyes actually cross? When you pulled back and pushed him onto the sofa that was behind his legs, cock slapping against his stomach and he landed with a chuckled umph.

Joking about you being a brat, with a smirk on his face as you put yourself between his thighs, elbows resting on them. taking both hands around his length and wrapping your lips around his thick head, hollowing your cheeks and pressing your tongue to the underside of his cock head.

Rotating your hands in different directions and bobbing your mouth on his cock, solely focusing your tongue and cheeks on his bellend —and it was too much.

Never in his life had he found someone that sucked dick like you, that handled him like you had. You gave him a run for his fucking money and you made love hearts appear in his damn eyes.

Toji’s mouth hung ajar, his toes curling against the living room carpet, his eyes almost crossing as they started to almost zone out past you whilst his hips rose from the sofa in automatic, little bucks. Lacing his fingers behind your head and watching you with some dumb ass expression.

Toji who makes you some tea after with honey after to help with a sore throat caused by his dick. ♡

Toji who puts you in a choke hold when he’s fucking you from behind, huge biceps bulging against your neck practically cutting off your air supply.

Keeping you in a standing prone bone position as he presses you against the huge glass windows of the pent house. Ass arched back into him, your cheeks red from the result of his vile thrusting but he can’t help it, the look of your ass rippling each time and the sound of it against his stomach makes him near damn feral.

“Whole city can see you getting fucked like a slut, shit -you like that huh? Cunts clenching me.”

Toji who insisted this was just incredible sex, but hadn’t slept with anyone else in eight months since he first fucked you.

Toji who deals with any guy who tries to get close to you.

Toji who has access to your phone through his, having found someone to hack it so he can see who you’re texting… he insisted it was just sex right? He never asked you to stop seeing anyone because that would admit he wanted you to himself. Cause he’s piss scared of committing, he can’t accept love or acceptance due to his past trauma.

Toji who actively ruins any date you get asked on — he finds out the time and place, through your phone conversations, gets there before you and scares the guys away before you arrive.

Toji who is there to comfort you after being stood up again because he texts at just the right time, sliding in with a subtle check up and invites himself to see you… he cheers you up with some drinks, some touches all before stumbling into the house and hiking up that pretty dress you wore for the date, for that other guy.

Toji who gets off on the fact you started giving up on dating, because it just wasn’t working out.

Toji who kinda ends up feeling bad when he sees that you start thinking something is wrong with you, that you’re undateable.

Toji who starts seeing you different when you begin to hang around him more and he invites himself over, leaving things in your house, like his shirts and a toothbrush. how he likes your cooking, your night & morning routine.

Toji who wakes up with you one morning, the sunlight coming through the blinds. Green eyes tracing their gaze over your plump lips, the sheet riding just low enough to see some side boob, your subtle breathing and his heart really thumps for the first time for you in the glow of morning light. Crisp white sheets that always smelt so fresh, so you.

Toji who he can’t help but lean over and graze his lips to yours, eyes watching to see a reaction from you.

Toji who shifts himself to lay on top of you to encourage you to wake up, pressing kisses to your cheek before trailing down to your neck. Pressing his morning hard on to your bare cunt, still wet with slick and cum that he filled you with not seven hours ago.

Toji who hums in response when you groan his name, stirring from sleep, threading your fingers through his hair lazily before wrapping your arms around his head cuddling into him as he leaves wet kisses on your neck. Rotating his hips so the head of his dick rubbed over your clit, your groggy moan as you hips reacted back to encourage him. His heart throbbing like his cock as he starts to feel that emotion for you fire through his veins.

Toji who angles himself to slide in slowly, both moaning at that first stretch to accommodate him, his hot breath and moan vibrating against your neck. Hearing his muffled ‘fuuu’ck,’ still deep with recently waking from sleep.

Toji whose hands that skim up your body to place his elbows either side of your head, his thrusting unusually slow and controlled, green eyes drinking in every expression you made. His stomach pressed against yours, forehead resting to you as he actively made love to you for the first time.

Toji who let himself go, burying his face into your neck, wrapping his huge arms around your waist so he could fuck up into you. Coaxing you with words of praise to cum around his dick saying you were his girl, his bratty sweetheart.

Toji who got into a desperate state fucking you that he moans out a muffled ‘I love ya,’ with sloppy thrusts as he cums, hips jolting into yours as he releases trying to keep his dick thrusting at the same time but sensitive from over stim.

Toji who smirks into your neck when he hears you breathlessly say “finally, it took you long enough to realise and bloody say it.”

Toji who lifts himself, eyebrow arched looking down at you.

“What, you ain’t got summit to say back?”

“I need to hear you say it a few more times, you ruined five dates thinking I wouldn’t find out, so let’s say four more times with you meaning it and I’ll think about it.”

Toji who frowns when you winked at him, wondering how you knew he’d been ruining the dates, wiggling your hips to bring him back to you as he still cock warmed in you.

“I’ll convince you with my cock long before that happens sweetheart, you forget how I get you beggin’ n’cryin?” Bucking his hips a little as if to make a point, feeling cum drool down his balls at this point.

“T-Toji stop I can’t take anymore, you’re so big.” He mocked in some girlish voice, with some sarcastic expression making you smirk up at him knowing he was slightly irritated. As fair as you were concerned Toji had something to prove, females swooned over him and you were no fool to his past behaviour.

“Challenge accepted Toji Fushiguro, just don’t forget whose eyes I can make cross when I suck dick.”

“You fucking brat,” a large hand wrapped around your throat, cock flexing in your pussy as he half assed glared down at you.

“Yeah, but you looooooveee me~!”

“Yeah? hope you remember that sweetheart ‘cause I ain’t gonna fuck you like I do.”

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[hotyanderedaddies]

you are legit my fav author on here your stories are amazing, could I possibly request yandere wolf daddy with a forced feminized male reader ( who secretly enjoys it)

and can I be 🪬 anon? :3

[Yandere! Werewolf Daddy x Male! Reader]

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"Princess, it's time to wake up," Daddy whispered into your ear as he tightened his hold on you, squeezing you in closer to his hairy chest. He leaned down and placed a large kiss onto your forehead, exaggerating his kissing noises.

You grunted in response, already rolling your eyes at the older werewolf's foolishness.

The big werewolf rolled out from under you and stood up from the bed, stretching his powerful arms over himself. He looked down at you and mock-frowned when he saw that you haven't budged, too tired to get out of bed at such an obscene hour (7 AM).

Daddy crossed his muscled arms over his beefy chest, tsking at you. "Princess," he warned, putting on an authoritative air, "it's time to get up so we can get ready for the day. Now be a good girl and listen to Daddy."

"Shut up..." you whined, shoving the bubblegum pink pillow over your head in frustration.

You heard Daddy utter out a low growl.

Before you knew it, Daddy threw your tiny body over his broad shoulder. He stomped over towards the bathroom, plopping you on your feet in front of the tub.

"I'll lay your clothes out on the bed," Daddy said as he reached over and turned on the hot water for the shower, steam already billowing out. "Unless, you want some of Daddy's help?"

"Pass," you muttered, slamming the bathroom door shut so that you had some semblance of privacy.

As you washed yourself under the hot water of the shower, you couldn't help but sigh as you lathered up your hair with the sickly sweet strawberry scented shampoo. It was such a girly smell and the bottle was even bright pink with flecks of glitter garnishing it- you wouldn't have been caught dead using it at the gym with all of your buddies around.

Still, even you had to admit that it did smell a little good. You couldn't resist taking a big whiff of the sweet strawberries as you lathered up your longer hair that Daddy forbade you to cut.

Normally, you opted for buzzcuts since it was an easier style to manage, but now your hair was shaggy and starting to cover up your ears due to its longer-than-normal length.

After rinsing out the suds from your hair, you grabbed your equally sweet smelling body wash (this one shaped like a red candied apple), and washed yourself.

It's been four months since Daddy stole you.

You'd been packing up your stuff to move out of your freshman dorm at college. You'd been all set to leave the next morning and had lied down to get some much needed sleep.

That'd been when Daddy had snuck in through your open window, and had snatched you out of bed.

He'd taken you to the cabin he calls "Home", where he'd claimed that you were soulmates and where he dotes on you hand and foot...

and where he insists on calling you "Princess", "Baby Girl", "Sweetiepie", et cetera.

Daddy dresses you up in the girliest clothes that he can find, and he keeps on giving you gifts that would traditionally belong on the more feminine side of the spectrum (roses, jewelry, vibrators).

It was mortifying for a manly athlete such as yourself... or at least, it used to be.

Despite your annoyance, even you had to admit that having such a strong, hunky, muscly wolf daddy pampering you constantly was sorta nice.

Ignoring your irritation for the time being, you stepped out of the shower and dried yourself off. You walked back into the bedroom and nearly wailed at the hot pink hoodie and light blue skinny jeans that Daddy had picked out for you to wear. It was a rather tame outfit considering that there were no frills or glitter this time; but you were never a big fan of pink to be honest.

Still, not wanting another spanking, you yanked on the clothes, surprised at how soft the fabric of the hoode was. Despite its garish color, the fabric was soft to the touch like fleece, and you could definitely smell Daddy's musk on it from when he absolutely rolled around on it to scent it.

As you examined yourself in the mirror, the bedroom door swung open and Daddy sauntered in, wearing tattered blue jeans and no shirt, allowing his buff chest muscles to be on display.

The split second his eyes landed on you, Daddy rushed forward and wrapped you up in his arms, nuzzling you lovingly.

"You look so cute, Princess," Daddy gushed happily. "You're Daddy's Baby Girl, right?"

The way Daddy looked at you with such love and adoration in his eyes, combined with the softness of the hoodie, the sweet scent of the strawberry shampoo, and the firmness of Daddy's large muscles caused you to completely melt into the wolf daddy's hold.

"Yeah, yeah," you mumbled, blushing slightly as you rested your head on Daddy's chest, hearing the deep rumble of contentment as he kissed your forehead.

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[sturnlova]

First time ( C.S )

(Chris Sturniolo x Female reader)

( Warning : Smut, F & M receiving, kinda new to writing, not proof read all the way, pet names, fluff, i don’t know what else 😭 )

Chris : Orange

Y/N : Pink

Matt : Blue

Nick : Purple

Nathan : Red

(Word count : 900)

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Me and Chris have been best friends for over 8 years and i’ve told him every secret expect one, i’m a virgin, but i didn’t feel the need to because he can’t do anything about it. well at least i thought he couldn’t

“Exactly bruh, Y/N when your fucking someone would u let them do anal cause i personally wouldn’t” i giggled at his comment and so did everyone else but i didn’t really now what to say since i’ve never done anything romantically like sex, it’s not like people didn’t want to do it with me i just wasn’t ready. Nate went on for a while about fucking girls and his own experiences until i grabbed my phone and hoodie and hopped off the couch to go to Chris’ room and lock myself in there until i was ready to come out. I heard Matt whisper yell at Chris to go check on me and find out what’s wrong.

“Y/N let me in please, i wanna know if you’re okay, what happened Y/N/N”

“please go away Chris it’s embarrassing it doesn’t concern you anyway.”

“ I’m not going away Y/N/N cmon we’re best friends you gotta tell me ill tell you a secret if you want me to”

A minute after i unlocked the door, Chris opened it to see me with a puffy face due to the tears of embarrassment i shed. “Wanna sit and talk about it, i promise i won’t judge ” Chris moved us to the bed and laid me on his chest for we could talk about why i was crying out of nowhere.

As we laid down and made ourself as comfortable as we could i let out a sigh and a whisper into his chest “i’m a virgin at my grown age, Chris i just don’t want to do it with someone i don’t connect with, you know.” Chris just runs his fingers through my hair as i talk about how i feel embarrassed about being a virgin and why i still am one.

A uncomfortable silence forms until Chris cuts it with a knife “if you don’t wanna do this we can forget about it but do you want me to help, like platonically of course.”

“Help?”

“Yeah help.”

“You will tell me how to do it?”

“Of course Y/N no one has to know if u don’t want people to know“

He stands up and asks if i’m 100% sure, “im 101% sure Chris” He takes of his top and i take this as a queue to take mine of to, chris is there with jorts on and i’m left with shorts and my bra on which he unclasp with a bit of a struggle, but it’s fine. He leans down to kiss me softly but passionately.

He lays me down on the bed and crawls on top me of me. He pulls down my shorts and panties, leaving me naked well he still has his shorts on. “Chris please can you take ur shorts off, or do something please, it feels weird being naked and ur not.” “yeah sweetheart i’ll take it off don’t worry” He takes them off as he speaks.

Sweetheart?

I have to be honest with Chris because after all we are best friend’s “what if it hurts Chris, many get a towel in case i bleed.” “It’s ok we don’t need a towel but i’ll be slow i promise and you can just tap my arm 2 times if u want me to stop, ok?” i nod my head in response. He spreads my legs open and places my ankles on his shoulders. He teases my pussy hole a bit making sure i’m stretched before anything more happens.

“Okay I’m ready Chris just go slow” he slowly adds his length to me, i hiss in response as this is a new feeling and his definitely not small “you ok? want to stop” “no no keep going” He finally adds it all to me and starts moving, i can feel his balls against my butt it’s a bit funny to me only because this is the same boy i used to force to let me practice make up on. He continues his thrust at a steady past well whispering praises in my ear.

I’m a moaning mess under him due to all the new sensations i’m feeling; his tip hits my cervix with every movement he does. Chris giggles, “what’s so funny lover boy?” “the fact you can barely talk ” “shut up” i say between my moans.

“Y/N i’m really close ok, i want you to cum all over my cock” he whimpers as he moves slower and sloppier. “Let go baby” we finish together and giggle at each other’s sweaty tired faces a couple seconds after. We lay in bed together naked in a comfortable silence.

“You did so good Y/N/N i’m so proud of you. Thank you for being comfortable with me.” he kisses my check “you want me to get ya dressed for we can go back down? Or you wanna stay here for a bit ” “Yeah can you please get me dressed before someone walks in, and also i know i don’t have to much experience but you’re good at fucking” Chris giggled and pulled out of me to add my clothes and his clothes back on.

Chris puts his clothes on then grabs me by the waist and puts my clothes on until Nate walks in our room.

“Did y’all fuck?”

“what?” i say with a tone that clearly had attitude to it.

“No we didn’t do that, she had really bad stomach pains and was crying so it might i’ve sounded like moans but it wasn’t..”

“Oh sorry than but why is she naked?”

“Nate get the fuck out”

Chris whispered in my ear “I’ll drop you off home baby” i started to blush and nodded my head and looked down.

✧༺✦✮✦༻༺✦✮✦༻✧

It’s been 4 months since Chris admitted his feelings to me after “helping me” and i couldn’t be more thankful. I now have the best boyfriend i could ever ask for, we also have an annoying but loveable Nate who saw us Post sex.

#chris sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo #chris sturniolo x reader #nick sturniolo #matt sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo smut #sturniolo smut #chris sturniolo smut #smut #chris sturniolo x you #christopher sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #chris sturniolo fluff #sturniolo fanfic

[therhythmafterthesummer]

A Mutually Beneficial Agreement (M) ~Bang Chan | [1/3]

Pairing: Demon!Chan x F.Reader Themes: Supernatural AU | Smut | Established Relationship (kind of) Word Count: ~3k | AO3 Synopsis: How ironic... to have found yourself entangled with a demon called Christopher, of all things. Some people would’ve made you believe he was taking advantage of you. But you knew better. [Find part 2 here]. Warnings: pet names · there seems to be specks of plot in my corn (pwp) · Chris has horns and a tail (feels like that deserves a warning on its own) · graphic depictions of intercourse (smut warnings under the cut).

Author’s Note: finally sat down to finish this idea i had ages ago. i’ve been in a bit of a slump lately, so this was certainly a nice warm-up. this is all just filth, and i dedicate it to my fellow monster lovers. especial thanks to @notastraykid & @kisskissbanggang for reading this one and sharing their valuable thoughts with me. it means the world to me💜

Due to all the abovementioned warnings, this story is intended for an adult audience only. Minors please do not interact.

Part 2 >

Smut Warnings: literal monster cock · praising · smidge of degradation · unprotected penetration [piv & anal] (the reader is presumed to be on birth control) · the tail goes in places it probably shouldn’t go into · double penetration · minimal nipple action.

Disclaimer: the story presented in this work does not represent Stray Kids in any way; anything described in this story and all actions performed by the characters are purely fictional, this was created just for good fun.

“You’re so warm, sweetheart…” Chris mumbled against your cheek, all while he held your jaw in place with his hand.

“So warm and soft…”

With his chest partially against your back, one of your legs over his hip, keeping your legs as spread open as much as this position allowed, Chris kept each thrust controlled, and his rhythm steady.

“So… mortal…”

The feeling of his cock splitting you open repeatedly had your mind disconnected from anything that wasn’t him and you on this bed, and it wasn’t like you wanted it to be any other way.

You weren’t really sure how long you’d been here, much less how many times either of you had reached that perfect peak. Your thoughts were just muddied images, the only thing you could see clearly was Chris.

Chris, and his charming smile, and his ageless eyes, and the horns on his head, and his perfect nose… 

The weight of his arm on your chest and the tight hold on your jaw felt heavenly, just like his length within your walls did. 

“Mortal, but incredibly talented… Perfectly capable of… taking me, of giving me everything. Hm?”

His voice was but a whisper against your cheek. There was no way you wouldn’t have been able to hear him when he was this close, when you both were one and the same with how intertwined you were, when every single one of your senses were solely focused on him…

It wasn’t just his length or what he was saying that had your mind hazy. It was also the pants and groans and grunts he let out, all the kisses he pressed on the side of your face, and the feeling of his thick tail wrapped around your waist.

Chris had a way with words, and whenever he talked like this to you, whenever he let out his thoughts completely unfiltered while you had sex, you couldn’t help but feel tingly all over. Aroused, warmer, wetter…

“Can’t talk, darling?” Chris mumbled, each word made his lips brush against the skin of your cheek. He pressed a lingering kiss on your skin, keeping the pace of his hips just as steady as he had this entire time, unfaltering, somewhat slow, but precise.

You opened your mouth to speak, to confirm what he’d said much earlier. That yes, yes you were more than capable of taking anything he wanted to give you, that you could talk. But, honestly, you couldn’t really confirm that, not when what came out of your mouth instead was a moan.

He chuckled, clearly amused. So amused he quickened his pace, further clouding your reason. Just his mere presence set your insides alight, that, added to his motions, to his words, was just so incredibly dangerous. He had your mind going all fuzzy, drunk on his aura and the feel of him. 

A priest would tell you this was all a curse, that the demon laying here with you was manipulating you for his own gain, enhancing your lust and sins so he could ultimately devour you whole for his own pleasure.

But you knew better.

There was no way you wouldn’t have known better, when this arrangement had been going for so long. Chris had always made it very clear that he’d never used any spell or mind control to make you do the things you did, his presence simply enhanced what was already there. 

And you believed him.

‘Sinful little human, aren’t you?’ You could still remember the first time he told you that, back when you found him by a tree in the town’s cemetery. 

You’d given in to him so easily… And, honestly? You had no regrets. Zero regrets.

Especially when he was fucking you this good, when he fucked you this good several nights a week.

‘All these endorphin rushes keep us healthy, hm?’ Chris said sometimes, and you couldn’t help but agree. Sometimes you were groggy and achy the next day, but you were certainly satisfied, even happy… What an odd emotion to feel thanks to a demon.

“Have you gone dumb already?” Chris chuckled. You felt your cheeks burn with embarrassment, but you nodded anyway. Because it was true, you couldn’t even speak at this point. “Aww, pretty little human has gone dumb on my cock, poor thing…”

There was something about his condescending tone that made pleasure pool in the pit of your stomach, that made your lower belly tighten further. Needy, needy, needy, needy… You could almost hear his voice in your mind, and you honestly wouldn’t be surprised if it truly was him speaking to you. It wouldn’t have been the first time his thoughts slipped into yours while you both got lost in each other.

Chris’ hand loosened its grip on your face, while his tail unravelled from around your waist. His fingers ghosted all the way down your torso, between your breasts, over your belly, until they reached that borderline overstimulated nub between your legs. You couldn’t help but mewl, a sound that was almost pathetic to your ears. Not only because of his motions on your clit, but also because his tail had made its way up your body, until it found one of your nipples to rub it gently with its tapered tip.

It was so much. He was so much. And, somehow, you still couldn’t get enough.

“C’mon, pretty thing”, Chris was panting, diligently stimulating those pleasure points of your body in just the exact way you needed him to, in that way you’d shown him how to all those months ago. “Aren’t you gonna bless me with another? I need it, darling. And I know you need it, too”.

His pace picked up, until he was almost brutally ramming into you, stretching you open to your very limits, stimulating your insides in ways only the bumps and ridges of his very supernatural cock could. You were certainly close, and you knew that it wouldn’t take long for you to finally come undone under his enticing motions.

You could barely register the sound of his name coming out of your mouth, not only because of how quiet you’d said it, but also because your mind was going completely numb, hazy as you drew closer and closer to that ledge. With the rough pad of his fingers, with the texture of the tip of his tail, Chris worked you up, and, just like you’d predicted, in a matter of minutes, you fell face first into that pool of burning ecstasy that Chris himself had prepared for you.

The feeling raked throughout your body, extending from your core to every single one of your limbs. You couldn’t tell if you were moaning, or crying, or saying his name. You couldn’t tell what was going on outside of the feeling of Chris’ skin on your own, of his breath against your cheek.

“That’s it, baby. I love it when you tremble for me. You’re so good, doing so well…” Chris whispered the words in your ear. You could barely hear them over the sound of your own heart beating within them.

Gasping for air, you released Chris’ tail from your grip. You honestly hadn’t even realised you’d grabbed it in your orgasm-induced frenzy. The tip of it had finally stopped stimulating your nipples. Instead, it found its way between your legs to replace his fingers on your clit, just to apply pressure on it to prolong the final waves of your climax while he used his now unoccupied hand to turn your head towards him so he could kiss you. 

His thrusts had stopped, his tongue, forked and slightly textured, was gentle when it moved against your own, and his thumb softly caressed your cheek as you were barely conscious enough to kiss him back. The taste of him was addictive, his throbbing length within your warmth made you dizzier, and it was at moments like these that you were reminded of why you always let him into your bed.

Because you just couldn’t get enough.

When you fully came down from your high, you figured he’d start ramming into you once again so he could reach his own relief. Instead, he removed his hand from your face and brought it to your lower abdomen, where it settled to caress the skin. 

“Say…” Chris mumbled, pressing a quick, brief peck on your lips before he pulled out of your walls.

The loss of contact almost made you whine, but when his hand left your lower abdomen, and you started feeling the slick tip of his cock against the sensitive skin of your ass, you looked at him through half lidded eyes, holding your breath in anticipation.

“Would you let me come in your perfect little hole, pet?” Chris’ tail moved away from your core to wrap around your thigh, squeezing the supple flesh as he continued to rub the head of his length over the ridged skin between your buttocks. 

You swallowed, licking your lips while you nodded. You didn’t trust your voice right now, you just knew you were almost trembling with excitement at the thought. It had only been a couple of days, but you certainly missed the stretch, just his fingers earlier in the evening hadn’t been enough.

“Say it”, Chris reached for the bottle of lube that had been discarded next to the pillows, like he was sure you were going to comply.

And he was right. You were going to comply, you wanted to, needed to…

“Please…” Your voice was hoarse, low, tired after all the involuntary noises that had been escaping your mouth, but you did say the one thing you knew he wanted you to. And as soon as you did, you heard his deep intake of breath.

His tail moved your thigh, closing your legs, and your body moved instinctively, laying fully on your side so Chris could press his chest completely against your back. With a hand on your buttock, you helped him keep yourself spread open, exposed so the lubed tip of his cock could start pushing against the ring of muscle between your cheeks.

Breathing deeply, you willed yourself to relax, and after a few moments, he finally breached past the initial resistance, slowly, but steadily filling your ass with his monstrous cock. Chris groaned behind you, nuzzling your shoulder. You just whined, already feeling yourself heating up with the feel of him going into your hole.

As soon as he bottomed out, his hand found its way to your lower belly, gripping your soft flesh tightly while his sharp teeth scraped the skin of your shoulder. A shiver ran up your spine, leaving goosebumps in its wake. The feeling of fullness within you was absolutely mouth-watering, but, still, you wanted more.

Reaching for Chris’ tail on your thigh, you ran your fingers through the black snakeskin. The motion had him swearing under his breath, right next to your ear. The skin of his tail was smooth, sensitive, shining under the low lighting provided by the lamp in the corner of your room. The shimmer and iridescence was like nothing you’d ever seen before. Pretty… So, so pretty…

“Chris…” 

“…Hm?” 

“Move”.

Chris inhaled sharply behind you, tightening his grip on your belly, and finally started to move. Slowly at first, to ensure you felt every ridge, every bump of his length, making your eyes roll to the back of your head. Oh, what a satisfying stretch…

When you dragged your nails over the texture on his tail, Chris groaned, and his pace picked up considerably. His tail unfurled, releasing your thigh for blood to rush back to the area–you honestly hadn’t even realised how tight he’d been holding onto you. The mild numbness didn’t prevent you from feeling its movement, though. 

Releasing your tummy to instead hook his hand under your knee, Chris pushed your leg towards your chest, giving his tail plenty room to find its way between your legs.

You could feel your legs tremble, your heart almost leaping out of your chest, and, in a poor attempt to ground yourself, you reached back, finding Chris’ soft strands. But, most importantly, finding one of his horns. 

The moment you held onto the keratin covering, Chris swore, borderline moaned under your tightening grip around the base of it. Before you knew it, the tip of his tail was at your entrance, teasing your opening while Chris kept brutally and repeatedly pushing himself into your ass. There was nothing you could coherently say or do. You knew what he wanted, what you wanted, but you just couldn’t speak.

However, you really didn’t need to say anything, as you mindlessly caressed the base of his horn, his tail had finally plunged itself right into your sopping cunt. Full, full, full, oh, so full of Chris… Just how you wanted to be, how he wanted it to be…

Warm, warm, warm, wet, tight… Chris didn’t say any of this, but you could hear him clear as day, even through the fog coating your thoughts. He was losing himself as well, and you could feel yourself gush around his tail with how aroused the thought made you, with how good he was fucking both of your holes.

“How are you… this soft and warm, hm? Warm little human. Lewd, sinful, aren’t you? Giving yourself to a demon so wholly…” Chris mumbled the words against the skin of your shoulder, broken between groans and whines of his own as you kept stroking the horn in your hand, as you kept squeezing him tight. 

You just nodded, incapable of telling him anything else. You could feel the flesh of your bum ripple with each collision of his hips, and it wasn’t long until his thrusts and the movement of his tail became an uncoordinated mess. He was close, and you’d be damned if you didn’t make the most of it yourself.

With your fingers on your clit, you rubbed quick circles as best as you could in this position. Uncaring of the desperate moans coming out of your mouth, at your motions, at the stretch of his cock in your ass, and his tail within your walls, nudging your sweet spot. 

“Shit… Fuck, gonna–gonna blow, pretty thing”, Chris was panting, breathless after hours of indulging in you and your body, and you certainly weren’t doing any better. “Stuff you full of me… Want it, pet? Want that?”

You nodded, frantically rubbing your clit as you chased your relief, telling him that yes, yes you wanted it. You wanted anything he was willing to give you.

With a desperate plea of your name, Chris finally came. His tail stopped moving, but his thrusts didn’t, he kept fucking into you as he filled up your ass, whining once your own orgasm washed over you and you started to clamp hard around his appendages. Whines of your own escaped from between your lips, your grip on his horn tightened, eliciting more desperate pleas from the demon behind you.

After one final thrust, keeping his hips as flush as he could with your buttocks, Chris finally stilled. Your throat was dry after doing nothing but moaning and crying for a while, your chest rose and fell with your quick breaths, and you could feel Chris’ doing the same against your back.

When his tail left the comfort of your warmth, it snaked all the way up your body, until the tip pressed against your lips, which you eagerly opened to let it in.

As you swirled your tongue around the textured skin, you could taste yourself on it, something that didn’t displease you in the slightest. If you hadn’t just spent hours here, you were sure just the texture and the taste on your tongue would’ve been enough to heat you up all over again.

Chris pressed tired, lingering kisses on your shoulder, just as he pulled out of your ass. Slowly, his cum spilled out and onto the now more than ruined bedsheets, joining the mix of fluids that had ended up there throughout the evening.

When you finally let go of his horn, when his tail finally popped out of your mouth, you turned around, looking into those dark eyes of his that always made a shiver run up and down your spine. Chris just grinned, a wolfish grin that had you scoffing a small laugh and rolling your eyes.

Your limbs were achy, your eyes could barely stay open, but you still let him pull you into his arms when he stood up from the bed. The sheets behind you started moving on their own as he walked you to your bathroom, where he sat you down on the toilet so he could diligently clean you up. A shower just wouldn’t be possible right now, you could barely stand straight, so he just made do with a jug and a washcloth.

One wouldn’t think a demon would be this gentle, but Chris was probably the oddest demon you’d ever met. ‘If I’m gonna do something, I better do it right’, he often said, and as you came to find out, this was just an integral part of fucking you as the act itself.

When you were finally mostly dry, laying your head on his chest with the now clean bedding under you, you could feel your eyes droop, vaguely even registering the words coming out of Chris’ mouth.

“When you wake up tomorrow, I won’t be here. But, with a bit of luck, I’ll be back in a couple of nights”, he mumbled, quietly as he caressed your hair and your back.

You just hummed to let him know you’d heard him. Not like he needed to tell you that, since it was always like this. He’d appear, feed off of your lust, and disappear for a few nights. That was your arrangement. It wasn’t conventional, nor normal in any way, but it was what you had, and, for now, it was enough. It was just what you needed yourself.

A priest would certainly tell you this was all a curse, that the demon laying here with you, cuddling you, was manipulating you for his own gain. But what a priest wouldn’t have known at first glance, was that you had summoned this demon yourself. That the only reason you let him into your bed and feed off of you, was because, in a way, you fed off of him, too.

Part 2 >

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[juuuulez]

WE NEED MORE CARL JERKING KFF HEDCANNONS PLSSS

can’t believe i’ve just done a carl grimes jerking off trilogy…….but i have no regrets

once again, turned this one into a small oneshot, with x reader!!! soooo enjoy (also could definitely be read as same reader from capulet)

NSFW under the cut, all characters depicted are 18+, MDNI.

Due to your relationship being secret, yourself and Carl often had to go outside the compounds of both Alexandria and the Sanctuary to truly enjoy each others company.

Because of this, you two struggled to be intimate with each-other, as the time and place was never right. It was always too dangerous, or there wasn’t enough time.

Usually, you’d meet in the woods. It was like a fun game, stalking around the trees, careful not to make any noise. Whoever saw the other first got to lunge, try and capture their prey.

The two of you would roll through the twigs and grass, fighting to see who could pin the other down, prevail as the strongest. It didn’t really matter, except for bragging rights, until your next scheduled tousle.

You’d ended up near a fallen tree, Carl still squirming on the floor as he attempts to get you off him, but you’re determined to stand your ground. You snake your hands up his arms, using all your strength to pin his wrists above his head.

That’s it, he’s lost. As such, he accepts his punishment (or reward, for feeding your ego?), letting your mouth come down onto his to capture it in a hot kiss.

It’s heated, feverish from the start, licking into Carl’s mouth, your tongues swirling together in a mess of teeth and spit. It’s always like this, as if it’s the last time you’ll ever see each-other, that this moment will cease to exist ever again.

You take mercy on him, releasing his wrists from your grip, allowing him to grab onto the flesh of your hips. Now, you can snake one hand into his hair, the other gripping just below his jaw.

Wanting to shift into a better position, one where you can feel him under you, you sit up. Eager to keep your lips connected, Carl follows, shifting backwards enough so that he’s leaning against the fallen tree, with you seated on his lap.

A steady rhythm grows, arms tangled around each-other, holding on like a lifeline. You develop a slight motion of rocking against him, the movement encouraging your heated makeout session, Carl palming your ass over the thick fabric of your jeans.

Eventually, breathless, you pull away. It calms down, transitioning into something softer, peaceful. You kiss over Carl’s face, lips dancing on his cheeks, forehead, nose. In turn, he tilts his head back, resting against the tree while you adorn his body with your love.

Deciding you’ve spent too long here, guards down, you begin to stand. Carl’s hands fall from your hips, his back straightening again, eyes downcast.

You follow his gaze, a small grin spreading on your face. “My poor boy.” You coo, leaning back in to kiss at Carl’s cheek, an embarrassed blush spreading across his pale skin.

There was an obvious tent in his jeans, arousal having developed over the course of your making out and heavy petting. It was impossible to miss, and you openly acknowledging it caused Carl to squirm at the attention.

When you reach down, letting your palm ghost over the bulge, his breath hitches. “You don’t have to. It’ll go away.” He assure you, that nervous glint in his eye. So cute.

“No, no, I want to.” You tell him, one hand settling on Carl’s hip, the other working at his belt buckle. He calms down a little at this, leaning back against the tree, submitting to your actions. Yet, he’s still watching you observantly, wanting to gauge your every reaction.

His cock is half-hard in your palm, slender and pale as the rest of him. You give it a few slow, leisurely strokes, savouring the way it hardens under your touches, growing to its full length. The tip reddens, a pinkish hue enveloping the head of his dick, appearing strained just from the slightest ministrations.

Carl let’s out a soft moan, causing your gaze to flicker up to him. In response, he clamps his teeth down on his bottom lip, silencing any other reactions. But your smile is sweet and caring, despite how you’re currently jerking him off, leaning in to continue kissing over his cheek, then down to his neck.

“It’s okay, baby. Let me hear you. It’s just us.”

It’s impossible to resist, causing Carl to grip onto your arm, his other hand fisting the leaves and dirt as he pants heavily next to your ear. You practically thrive off his reactions, learning exactly what makes him feel good, trying to wring as much pleasure from the boy.

When you squeeze over the head, his legs jolt upwards, body curling inwards, towards you. You continue the motion, running your thumb over his throbbing tip, watching as Carl drops his head onto your shoulder with a needy moan.

It’s perfect, so perfect.

You continue to pleasure him, whispering sweet nothings into his ear as you twist your hand over Carl’s cock, over and over, manipulating your actions as he nears the edge. Faster, tighter, and then you’re putting a firm pressure on the swollen head, nibbling on his neck, as sticky streams of white finally spill onto your enclosed fist.

“Good boy.” You whisper, continuing to milk out his orgasm as you nurse Carl’s softening cock, careful not to let it brush against the rough fabric of his jeans.

With a sultry grin, you bring your hand up, watching his wrecked face as you lick the substance from your palm. It’s salty, coating your tongue and lingering on your tastebuds, leaving the hand shiny with saliva.

The lewd act causes Carl to gasp, eyes blown wide as he watches you, absorbed by this side he’s never seen before. His body still tingles from the aftershocks, and when you lean forward to kiss him again, he can already feel himself returning to attention.

He’ll never jerk off alone again.

#carl grimes x reader #carl grimes #carl grimes x you

[hotmencore]

"𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞. 𝐁𝐲 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞" 𝐃𝐑𝟑

Pairing: Daniel Ricciardo x bestfriend!reader (she/her)

Summary: During a family and friend gathering, you and your childhood best friend reminisce on the milestones you have both reached together.

Warnings: Quite a few repeated phrases, but not to the point its annoyingly frequent. Pure fluff

Word count: 1300+

A/N: Set in Daniel’s RedBull era, and he is single. Kinda rushed and shitty, let me know what you think!

Likes and reblogs are much appreciated! Copying and reposts are not! My fics are only posted on tumblr, under this account, @hotmencore

You finally put the finishing touches to your light layer of make up. You shuffle back in your chair to buckle your block heel shoes up, that compliment your casual but classy floral dress perfectly. You decided to keep your hair down, it naturally swooping neatly behind you, and chose a small set of earrings to finish off the whole outfit.

Due to you being home at your parents for a few days, they decided to have a family friend get together, plus it was the early stages of summer and it so happened that most of your mum’s intended guests were free. You started to make your way downstairs as chatter began to fill the garden, where you and your mum had set up some tables and chairs before hand.

You weren’t aware of who the guest list included specifically, but had a clue. Old friends, distant family, etc. But as you walked down the stairs, it so happened that the last person you expected to be stood in front of you, was stood in front of you.

Daniel. Your Daniel.

“Y/N” he so naturally breathed out. He stood at the bottom of the stairs in a pair of beige trousers with a summery linen shirt on. He thought you looked absolutely beautiful, even more than when he last saw you, about 4 years ago.

You couldn’t help the grin that adorned your face as you sped up your pace to jump into his arms, a chuckle leaving his lips as his arms go to wrap around you, yours resting around his neck.

“I’ve missed you so much!” You practically squeal, though muffled by your head being tucked into his shoulder.

“I’ve missed you too! How have you been?” Daniel asks with enthusiasm, you both pulling your heads back to smile at each other, your arms still round his neck and his placed round your waist.

“I’ve been good! You’ve been doing well in your races, I see?” You say with a smile.

A twinkle appeared in Daniel’s eye as he looked at you with love, “You watch my races?” He questions, tilting his head slightly in a gesture of surprise.

“Of course I do Daniel” you say matter of factly.

Daniel doesn’t reply, only pulling you into another tight embrace, partly to hide the blush he felt creep onto his cheeks, and his massive grin.

But your moment was cut short by your mother asking you to help take food out. Your mother secretly looked in awe at the two of you before grabbing your attention, as both yours and Daniel’s mothers knew deep down of the attraction between the you too, though you were both annoyingly oblivious to it.

You and Daniel both helped take the food out with your mum, before catching up with everyone else whilst eating. Though during, Daniel struggled to keep his eyes off of you. He thought you looked absolutely beautiful, your smile, the way your hair sat perfectly behind you, everything. You were just perfect.

It came to later in the evening, most people having gone home, now leaving you and your parents, and the Ricciardo’s.

Yours’ parents were chatting with each other, leaving you and Daniel both huddled together under a blanket on the other side of the lounge set. It felt like it did years ago, when the ‘boring adult conversations’ came into play, leaving you and Daniel in each others company, becoming sleepy almost every time, and cuddling up to each other. Neither of you spoke, both in a comfortable silence as you lay your legs along the length of the seating, your back squeezed into Daniel’s side as a search for warmth, one of his arms along the seats as his other lay down your side, his hand placed delicately on your hip.

The sound of your mothers voice broke you out of your sleepy haze, looking up to her as she walked over to the two of you holding a book.

“I found this yesterday and thought you two could look through it as you haven’t seen each other in years” she says with a soft smile, handing you the book.

You two were confused at first until looking at the cover properly, nostalgia flooding back to you both as you realised it was your old photo album. You two put this together when you were about 15 years old, filled with every photo you two have together, updating it whenever either of you had new photos taken with each other. On the front you had both written your names in bright colours, it reading ‘Y/N and Daniel’s photos.’ You turned your head to grin at Daniel, his expression mimicking yours. Your turn back round to open the book, you two reliving memories as you turn each page.

"Omg we were so small" Daniel chuckles from behind you with a chuckle, pointing at a photo that was taken of the two of you when Daniel had just turned 4, and he got his first little Ferrari car. You and your family had gone round to give him his present, and your remember vividly his anticipation to show you his 'cool new car'. In the photo the two of you are squished together in the one single seat it had, both giving massive grins to the camera, your hands jumbled together in order to both hold onto the wheel.

"Yeah, I guess everyone is a Ferrari fan" you reply with a laugh, Daniel joining in as his mind goes to Vettel's famous line.

You carry on flicking through the book, pausing to look at your graduation photos. There was one specifically of you adjusting Daniel's cap midway through the shots as you remembered looking up to him at one point seeing it placed haphazardly on his head. The other photos of the day carried on like a flipbook, eventually finishing with a perfect shot of the both of you. Your arms around each others waists, your outer hand placed on his chest, both adorning the same grins on your faces as of which were in the former photos. Although you were there with him in the moment, it made you miss how often you saw him. But there is nothing you want more than for him to be happy, and if that means seeing him every few years, then so be it.

The time gap between each photo slowly grew as you flicked through the end of the book, saddening the both of you, though neither of you decided to mention it. Though you wouldn't believe it, Daniel thought of you everyday. He had always felt guilty about how he left, but knew you would hate it even more if he stayed for you. His announcement to you of him leaving for F1 was abrupt, and did hurt, but you couldn't be more proud of him and where he has gotten himself. You just wished that you could go with him.

The pages of photos slowly turned into empty slots, as you shut the book and placed it down on your lap. You and Daniel didn't converse after, being comfortable in each others company, your head leaning back to rest on his chest.

"You free next week?" Daniel questions suddenly, your interest piquing as you think about your plans for the next several days.

"Yeah, I think so, but you're racin-"

"Come to the Grand Prix" Daniel says, the question making you turn around abruptly, confusion written all over your face.

"What?" You ask, slightly out of shock.

Daniel chuckles at your reaction, "You're free, and the Grand Prix is here next week. First one of the season." he says almost freakishly calmly.

"Why?" You ask, almost confused as to why he wanted you there.

"Is it wrong for me to want you to see me race? You haven't been able to since I joined RedBull." he replies matter of factly, confused as to why you would even ask.

"I want you there with me. By my side." Daniel says softly. You almost crumble at his kind words. You smile delicately at him, the answer to his question vivid through no exchange of words, only the twinkle in your eye and your soft expression. Your faces now both adorn the same massive grins of which now lay as memories in the photo album.

You have your Daniel back.

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TAIYO MY LOVE I DIDNT KNOW YOU LIKED ERROR 143 TOO😭 PLS IM ON MY KNEES FOR SOME MICAH CONTENT FROM YOU (if you dont write for him just ignore this)

★  𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒. + 𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐇 𝐘𝐔𝐉𝐈𝐍

masterlist. / taglist. / any request? synopsis. the movie date you go on with Micah ends up being a bit more than PG-13.

─── ☆ notes. i'm always willing to help a fandom in need,, also just finished the game like yesterday and the way i instantly logged in a scrolled for fanfic i need to be TAMED .

─── ☆ length. 2.2k words (22 mins) .

─── ☆ genre and warnings. +18 nsfw under the cut. minors dni, idiots in love, takes place after good ending, praise kink, Exhibitionism, handjob, oral sex(male receiving), height difference, size kink, cheesy fluff, movie date, consent is sexy, Micah’s is a head pusher, comment if i miss something | — feedback is always welcomed & don't forget to reblog 🤍

Perhaps it was strange to let the man you had just met online persuade you to go on a movie date with him.

A swarm of not only butterflies but possibilities clouding your thoughts—mostly concerns given the fact that this all could be a trap to lure you away from your home just to kidnap you, or worse, maybe he was just a massive fuckboy toying with your emotions all this time.

However, there you were, nervously shifting your weight as you waited for Micah to arrive as you stood close to the entrance.

It had been a while since you had experienced such anxiety, the butterflies in your stomach fluttering at just the mere thought of some boy like you were back in middle school.

Maybe the reason you had felt like this was that Micah had put you under some strange spell, and you wanted to curse him and his stupid golden eyes, and his stupid lips, and his stupid face.

Oh brother, you had it bad. 

He wasn't hard to miss due to his tall, goofy build, which gave the impression that he was some sort of model strutting down the runway. Once he caught your attention, how dare he look so good a shiver ran down your spine making you straighten up once his sight was on you.

“Well don’t you look beautiful Angel,” his screen lit bright catching sight of his lock screen. 

You had caught just a glimpse of it the day he had first visited you: a very adorable picture of Skrunkly all dressed up in a dinosaur onesie. Just as you caught a glimpse before it had been tucked away in his jean pocket.

“I should be telling you that.” His attire was usual, nothing out of the ordinary from what you had seen him in the comfort of his own home. 

Ripped jeans and a neon sweatshirt that was pulled just above the bend of his elbow gripping the muscle against his golden brown forearm, you had to stop yourself from drooling over him let alone reaching out to touch him like a kid in a candy store.

Though Micah on the other hand could read your mind, as much as that would have been really cool. 

Instead despite your efforts of self-control he is the first to wrap his arms around your torso lifting you just to the tips of your toes against his hard chest into a bear hug enticing you with a laugh to break the tension. 

“Oh my gosh hi,” you giggle with your cheek pressed against his shirt, “did you miss me or something?” Micah lets out a shy noise, something close enough to a whimper to have you figuratively clutching your pearls. 

Nothing could ever brace you for hearing all the little noises Micah would make in real life. “Hm maybe?” he drags out, the hum of his voice comforting you as he lets you go. 

You make the mistake of glancing up at him, the eye contact makes you both melt as his smile curls into a bashful expression, his hand reaching out to hold yours. 

You weren't naive nor blind you saw that Micah had practically towered over you but there was just something about seeing his slender fingers completely engulf yours that made your nerves tingle from the contact. 

You also saw Micah would stare at you as if you were the most precious thing he had ever laid his eyes on like you were the most beautiful good in the world to him.

Which was ironic, given that you also thought the same about him as well. “Do you wanna go in now?” you manage out, still standing in his touch despite offering neither of you moves, both almost afraid to pull away first.

“That sounds like a good idea,” he says almost breathlessly.

Being the first to pull away you offer him a small smile, your fingers still laced together as you step away the small squeeze of his hands in yours giving comfort as he follows behind you almost like a lost puppy. 

Even despite his large build and tall height, Micah was really just an anxious nerd who liked to cover up his anxiety with bold confidence and sarcasm. 

Micah finds ease in watching you guide him through the theater taking lead as if he hadn't looked like some scary guard dog lingering behind you.

The movie you chose was something based on your favorite novel, a romance no-brainer months ago.

When you had first seen the trailer, you never would have thought you’d be seeing it while having the same shy relationship as the main characters instead of torrenting off of some rip-off movie site with a hentai ad in the corner. 

Micah, being the gentleman, was offered to buy snacks, convincing you that since you were the one to buy the tickets it would only be fair for you to let him spoil you with snacks.

You were weary of it even with the knowledge of him having a hefty amount of money tucked away in his many accounts.

It only took him a flash of that adorable toothy smile to have you pipe down and walk to the cinema room with his arms occupied with the list of snacks that he had convinced you to try. 

The theater seats were mostly empty with only a handful of people occupying the seats making it possible for you and Micah to slip to the back right before the lights could dim.

Exciting not just from the movie but sitting so close to Micah as the screen flits to life makes it hard for you to settle comfortably in your seat practically trembling as you sucked down your blue slushie. 

And as the movie continues, you realize why there weren't many people occupying the seats.

You wanted to give it a chance, hoping that maybe the Hollywood famous actors would be able to save the rest of the film as it continues.

But you're still bored. Not even the pile of snacks could help you from your mood souring as from the time you had turned your head Micah had managed to completely inhale almost everything within your taste.

The man doesn't at all seem too fazed by the horrible hating let alone the choppy plot in fact he just looked happy to be there.  

His big glistening eyes and fisting a handful of popcorn in his mouth yet he had still managed to look so perfect under the movie's light. 

You had felt so embarrassed finding his dazed and confused look so attractive he was practically good enough to eat.

So you do the closest thing to that, shoulder bumping into him as you lean over the armrest and place a peck just against his cheek.

The gesture catches him severely off guard flinching at the feeling of your lips against his skin. 

Before he could open his mouth and protest you lean in for another, this time with him facing you so your lips could meet, and the first thing you notice was how he tasted like chocolate and the flavor from your slushie that you shared. 

You wanted to taste more, pressing your tongue into his mouth a small sigh of contentment rolling from his throat as he parts his lips for his tongue to meet yours. 

It feels different not from his split tongue but his piercing ball that was cold from the ice from your drink. 

When pulling away the first thing you see is Micah's frowned expression almost as if he were in concern about why you had just decided to suddenly pounce on him. “Uh, thank you?” The cute reaction keeps you from leaning in again, having to cover your mouth from laughing out loud. 

“Oh shut the hell up.'' He doesn't bother retaliating instead taking the lead with the palm of his head reaching to rest gently around your throat, the pressure of his palm not enough to choke you but instead better to angle you just right for his kiss. 

You're convinced that he could hear your heart thumping against your chest, wanting to break from your rib cage just to present itself to him.

The thumping only gets louder as his fingers hover lower towards your thighs, and the kiss only gets more intense feeling your other heartbeat as Micah’s hand grasps at the flesh as if he needed to hold onto something so tightly to keep himself from bursting at the seams. 

“I kinda wanna leave,” you whisper into his ear after breaking away again, Micah makes a small noise of the struggle.

His head ducked away from your voice as a reaction to the sexual implication of your offer. 

You had practically seen the man's tits and yet here he was squirming in his seat not being able to look you in the eyes. “Don't you wanna finish the movie first?” His tone is whiny, dragging at the question in a way that hinted that he too felt the alluring feeling boiling in his chest and that only added more fuel to the flame inside of you. 

“I kinda wanna suck your dick though,” you say bluntly, almost panting at the way Micah’s eyes widened. 

His canines poked from his mouth as he bit back his lip even in the dim light had you seen the way his cheeks turned a dark shade of purple. “Unless you want me to do it here?”

Micah hesitates, his lips parting to answer but closing the moment his eyes flickering to yours just to look back at the screen. 

Instead of nodding his head, spreading his legs apart even with his eyes glued to the screen. 

You waited to watch him for another sign of confirmation, your hopes being answered as his hand engulfs your wrist. The feeling of his fingers trembling against your skin as he places his hand on top of his erection. 

There was just something about him being so excited. So needy for you that he had managed to be so hot and bothered as you felt up the outline of him. 

Squeezing and groping at the hilt of his dick watching the way Micah twitched and fidgeted under your hand. 

The hitch of his breath as you unzip his jeans and finally break through his layer of clothing. “It's big,” you muttered dumbly as his length twitched against your grasp.

“Oh my fucking god.” Micah leans his head back against the headrest, covering his face with his hands as his body reacts out of his control. 

Fully had you pulled his dick out exposed, you're a bit nervous only allowing your hand to do what you assumed was natural when in reality all you really wanted to do was yank down your pants and take him until he was buried inside of you nice and snug. “Can I put my mouth on it?” 

You swear that you had just witnessed Micah physically reboot, his hands pulled back just enough to peek over at your eyes glancing over with that same nervous look. “Please.” he whimpers, promptly turning his head away once more.

And who were you to ever reject his pleas, having to angle yourself over the armrest just to hunch over his lap Micah readjusts himself for you to have better access to your mouth. 

Your tongue glides against his tip tasting not exactly what you had expected cum would taste, feeling his hips jolt a bit as your mouth wraps around him. 

It takes Micah everything he has to not outright groan from how good your mouth had felt around his dick, the feeling of getting a blowjob with a bunch of strangers in the room only adding to the feeling as he squeezed his eyes closed.

His hips stutter with every tug and pull of your hand, working at the base of his dick the length that you couldn't get to with your mouth. 

Your head bobbed up and down working for his orgasm: the small noises he couldn't help to hold back only being covered by the volume of the movie speakers loud enough to be a whisper were his small moans.

The feeling is just so unbearable, his hands wandering to the back of your head only with the intention of holding back your hair to get a clear view.

But the moment that his fingers wrap around he couldn’t help but press down just a smidge and the noise that you make around his dick makes him want to cum down your throat right then and there.

His senses come too as you pinch his thigh instead of glaring at him even as you crawl to the floor in between his thighs the new look of determination written all over your face. 

A whole new angle just perfect enough to fully deepthroat him, Micah swearing under his breath as your mouth coaxes an orgasm from him. 

It takes a moment for him to gain his composure, kneeling in the aisle licking your lips, and meeting his gaze. 

Giving him a small smile, his hand reaching out to cup your cheek, the brush of his thumb against your bottom lip making you open your mouth with frowned brows watching as the male processes that you had swallowed all of him. 

The way his dazed expression crumbles to something else, your eye catching the attention of something else. “Oh, you’re hard again.”

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(Y/N) felt breathless with Harry's lips smeared against her own. Her hands were on his chest as he worked to unbutton the sweater draped over her form. His hips were fit between her thighs, heavy against her core as she could only whine against his mouth. It was with reluctance that she dropped her hands from his chest so he could pull her sweater from her body, leaving her in the soft white bra that cradled her chest.

Harry kissed down her chest, drawing his messy kisses down the curve of her throat as she placed her hands in his hair. Her chest heaved under his mouth, thighs tightening around his hips as she felt the swipe of his tongue drawing over the swell of her breast. Her back arched as Harry slipped his hand under her spine, drawing her closer to his mouth as he nudged the cup of her bra out of the way. An absent smile spread across her lips as she pressed her head back into the pillow cushioning her head. 

Thank god Naomi had a late class today. 

Physics had been particularly distracting today as she sat at Harry's side, his hair having grown out longer than she'd ever seen on him causing her to think a little too long about running her fingers through the strands and messing the curls that topped his head. He hadn't helped her concentrate any, giving her sly looks whenever he caught her stilled fingers on her keyboard, much too preoccupied to be copying down the notes he was so generously offering to her. More than once he drifted his hand to lay across her thigh, giving the doughy skin a squeeze to grab her attention. By the time lecture had been dismissed, she was practically dragging him out of Mr. Stanfill's hall and towards his car so they could get back to her empty apartment as soon as possible. 

That was how she found herself topless, back pressed into her mattress with Harry's own shirtless torso hovering above her as he worked his way down her chest. 

"Harry," she whined, the call coming out breathless. 

"What do y'need, sweetheart?" he murmured into her skin, his hand under her back flexing against her spine. 

"I-I want—" she stuttered, cutting herself off with a huffed whine as she felt the scrape of his teeth against her breast.

His smug smile could be felt against her skin, the tip of his nose skimming the valley between her breasts. "Want what? Tell me, sweetheart." 

He wasn't making his ask of her easy with the way he ground his hips against hers, his hand gliding over her side with teasing fingers drawing goosebumps to the surface of her skin. It took all the willpower she could muster to loosen the grip of one of her hands in his hair to draw down the broad of his shoulder, nails dragging behind over his skin. She traced the strong lines of his muscles, corded and flexing as he held her tenderly despite the depth of his strength. 

Down she went until she hit his tattooed wrist, tugging the hand that traced over the dip of her waist down to the apex of her thighs. The tight leggings she had clad over her form for the day did nothing to hide the desire she felt for him, her wetness already soaking through her underwear until her bottoms could mold to the shape of her pussy. She pressed his palm against her center, the heel smearing over the bump of her clit while the length of his fingers followed the line of her slit clearly outlined due to the slick fabric of her leggings. 

"I-I want you here," she breathed, feeling as he all but slumped into her, his forehead pressing into her sternum. The frames of his glasses grazed against the heated skin of her chest, a brush with clarity that only served to make the moment so much more vivid. 

"You're so wet, flower," he practically moaned into her skin, a slew of messy kisses being pressed between her breasts as if he couldn't get to her quick enough. His hand flexed over her center, fingers dipping gently into the split between her thighs. "I can feel y'through your pants. How long have y'been like this for me, love?:" 

"Since class," she rushed out, bucking her hips into his hand, "Oh my god, Harry." 

He took that as his cue to abandon the attention he was giving to her breasts and drawing his mouth back up to match hers. Her top lip was quickly tucked between his two, allowing him to suck on the pillow and taste the raspberry gloss she had painted over her pout—the same formula he had told her was his favorite on her. 

"I've got you, sweetheart," he crooned into her mouth, tipping his head away just enough to speak before he was wetly sealing his lips over hers once more, "I'll take care of you, don't worry." 

(Y/N) couldn't even be upset with the smug tone he carried as he listened to just how worked up for him she was. He had every right to be satisfied with himself; he'd barely touched her up to this point, and she had been wet for him since she'd noticed the styled ringlets of his hair while in the middle of a lecture hall. He had every right to be satisfied with the power he held over her in that moment. 

Just as she felt the heat of his touch travel upwards, cupping her hip as he plucked his fingers between her skin and the waistline of her bottoms, (Y/N) heard the telltale catch of her front door being opened. 

A pinch formed between her brows as she fought to stay in the moment. Surely, that was just the neighbors across the hall getting into their own apartment, the sound sometimes traveling into her own home. Ny wasn't supposed to be home for another hour and a half—at least. 

(Y/N)'s hopes came crashing down as soon as she heard a familiar voice pattering through her living room. "(Y/N)! Guess what the caf was serving today!" 

Harry's hands stilled as soon as he realized they were no longer alone. He gave her a lingering squeeze on her hip before he began to draw his touch to safer territories, starting with the curve of her waist. Glancing down, (Y/N) found him looking at her with his cheeks flushed, bottom lip between his teeth, with his eyes trained on her through the frames of his glasses.

"She's not supposed to be home already," she whispered to him, sitting up with Harry maneuvering around her to sit on the edge of her mattress. "I'm sorry." 

"'S okay, 's okay," he waved off, sincerity in his tone as he reached for her sweater to be draped back over her shoulders. 

As sweet as he was being, buttoning up her sweater and minimizing the contact he was making with her bare skin, one glance down to the bulge in his pants told her just how not okay this interruption was for the both of them. 

"I can tell her to leave," (Y/N) offered, already trying to collect a story to give to her best friend, "We need groceries anyway, so I can tell her tha—"

"No," Harry told her, drawing out the syllable with a dimpled smile on his lips, "She wants to talk to you, flower, there's no reason to make her leave jus' so I can kiss you. 'S alright, really. Next time, okay?" 

"Are you sure?" she asked, worried eyes dropping to his flushed neck.

"Positive," he told her, leaning forward to press a warming kiss to the apple of her cheek. He pulled away with a seemingly refreshed look on his face despite the messy state of his hair and the blown out pupils overtaking his irises. "Now, we need to stop ignoring her, and go out there. Plus, 'm pretty sure the cafeteria was serving enchiladas today and she probably brought some home for you." 

"Oh my god, you think so?" 

With the promise of a next time, (Y/N) didn't feel so bad about getting distracted by the idea of free food. Especially not when she felt Harry's gaze glued to her butt as he happily followed after her. 

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Next time didn't come until a few days later, almost a full thirty-six hours since Ny's interruption (not that (Y/N) was keeping track or anything). It wasn't until the night after, when Harry had gone home and couldn't entertain her even over the phone as he was working, that she realized just how frustrated she was to have been cut off. 

That time in her bed had felt different, she had realized when she was trying to unsuccessfully fall asleep that night. Harry loved giving, giving, giving to her, always offering to go down on her or slip his hand between her thighs and take care of her. He told her there was nothing more pleasurable to him than to see her feeling good all because of what he was doing for her. But this time, the way he ground into her, pushed his hips against hers in lingering strokes, she swore he wanted more. He was going to fuck her, she was almost sure, for the first time. And they had been interrupted. 

So, maybe it wasn't the best time or place, but (Y/N) couldn't help herself when the next time presented itself in the form of the hour they spent in the back of her car after their Friday afternoon physics class. She always stayed back with Harry while he wanted for his next class before going home, leaving them to do whatever they pleased while waiting for him to run off to his molecular biology lecture. What she pleased to do today was sit herself right on his lap, tangle her fingers in his growing hair, and kiss him to her heart's content. 

At first, Harry had stuttered underneath her when she plopped herself on his thighs, hands hovering over her waist as he looked up at her with big eyes. That apprehension had only lasted a moment until she had her mouth sealed to his and Harry was happily getting a taste of her tongue over his. 

If their first time happened to be in the backseat of her car like a couple of teenagers, then so be it, (Y/N) decided. At least she had a pretty dark tint on her windows and she'd gotten a shitty parking space at the edge of the lot. 

With the strength of his steadying hands hooked around her waist, he made easy work of helping her grind down into his lap. Rolling his hips upwards, she felt every press of the ridge between his legs right against her clit, drawing breathless moans of his name from her lips. 

"Y'sure y'want to do this here?" he murmured against her mouth, grip tight on her waist to keep her from moving without his prompting. The green of his eyes was reduced to a sliver as he gazed at her, intensity burning through her as she tried to process what he was asking. 

"Mhm," she hummed, chest pressed against his with every heaving breath fanning across his skin. "I-I want you to fuck me, H. Please, I've been wanting you for days." 

His eyes fell closed, lids pinching tightly together as he touched his forehead to hers. It was as if he couldn't help himself, the way he rutted his hips up into her center. "Can't wait for me? We don't have a lot of time, sweetheart." 

"No," she all but whined, shaking her head with the tip of her nose skimming his, "We'll be fast, I promise. Please, please, H." 

She knew he was giving in as soon as he tipped his head and pressed his lips to hers. His kiss was slightly off center catching more of the corner of her mouth than she was sure he intended, but she didn't care knowing that she was going to have what she'd had on her mind for days at this point. 

"C'mere then," he told her, voice a grumble that sounded closer to his cam-voice than her soft Harry's. "Lay down for me, flower." 

With a little bit of his help, he had her pinned underneath him in the cramped back seat of her car, legs bent at his hips with his fists on either side of her head to hold him up. (Y/N)'s arms were looped around his neck as he kissed over her own, fingers twirling the baby curls she was becoming so fond of. There was no way she was letting him near a pair of scissors anytime soon. 

Wrapping her legs around his waist, she drew him down against her hips, driving the bulge between his legs against her core. She had half the mind to be embarrassed as a moan flittered out of her throat, but Harry was the great distractor as he sealed his mouth over hers and took in every moan into his own mouth. (Besides, was this really any worse than when he fingered her in the library?). 

(Y/N) felt a sense of deja-vu as he worked his way down her neck, nose skimming her skin until he started working her out of her long-sleeve, slouchy blue top. He nudged the loose neckline over her skin, giving him more access to the smooth skin of her décolletage with every nipping scrape of his teeth and soothing pass of his tongue. 

That deja-vu got kicked into overtime the second she heard the first note of his phone alarm blaring from his bag. His alarm he had in place to alert him when he had only ten minutes to get to class if he didn't want to be late. 

"You've got to be fucking kidding me," Harry sighed, forehead dropping to her sternum as he let out an exhausted breath. 

"I thought we had more time," (Y/N) whined, her eyes falling closed due to less than pleasant circumstances for the first time since sliding in the backseat. 

"Hold on, sweetheart, stay right there," he told her as he lifted himself from her body in search of his phone from his bag, "Jus' let me turn it off and we can keep going." 

"But we only have ten minutes," (Y/N) started, sitting up despite his request for her to stay where she was. 

"No, no," he shook his head, curls flopping over his forehead and the frames of his glasses, "'M skipping today. I don't need to go, I'll get notes from someone else. We can go back to m'place, anyway, then I can take m'time with y—" 

"Don't you have that quiz today?" (Y/N) cut him off, watching as he fumbled with his phone as he shakily pressed the stop button for his alarm. One look at the lap of his pants gave a perfect explanation to his jumpy behavior. She hadn't been the only one worked up. 

"Fuck," he sighed, head falling back as he knelt over her at the reminder of his day's agenda. It wasn't until he ran his hand through his hair, neck craning, that she saw the tight pinch of his closed eyes through the lenses of his glasses. "Fuck. And, I have a paper to turn in." 

"Its okay, Harry," she told him, slipping out from under him as he moved to sit properly on the leather seat beside her, "Next time, right?"  

"I don't want to wait," he whined, sounding just as desperate as she felt in that moment. 

"Me neither," she laughed, reaching over to fix the curls flopped over his forehead, "But, maybe it's best that we didn't finish today. I mean, now that I can think a little bit clearer, having sex in the back of my car doesn't sound as fun as I thought." 

"Maybe not very practical, but I would have liked it," Harry sighed, sounding much too serious for someone with lipgloss smeared all over their face. Some of the glitters even made their way to the tip of his nose. "Next time, nothing's going to interrupt us, alright?" he told her, sincerity coating his voice as intensity fueled his gaze, "I promise." 

"Next time," she agreed, swiping her thumb over his nose to collect her smeared gloss, "Now go to class before you're late." 

A tender smile spread its way across his lips at her words. "Y'sound like me." 

She only pressed her lips to his in a gentle kiss, a quiet goodbye before she sent him off with a promise to text him when she made it home. Despite her reassurances that it was alright for him to go to class, that she wasn't frustrated and could wait until another next time, he was reluctant to start off for class until he earned another kiss. 

"'M sorry" he murmured to her, ducking his head through her open window as she had settled herself in the driver's seat. 

"Don't be," she said, drawing away to brush her hands through his hair one more time, "We'll have another next time. In a much more appropriate place, too." 

A deep sigh had his breath fanning across her skin, the tight line of his lips showing he was still disappointed even with her promises that everything was okay. "I love you," he settled on, the green of his eyes returning the more time that passed. 

"I love you, too, Harry," she told him with a sweet smile, "Now go or you're going to be late." 

The laugh he let out was the last thing she heard before she rolled her window up, left to watch on as he started off for his next class. 

(Y/N) really did believe she was fine, that she could wait until another next time presented itself, but that sentiment was thrown out the window when she saw him subtly adjust himself in his pants. 

She was going to have to go home and reopen one of his old streams, wasn't she? 

—————

Finally. Fucking, finally.

That was all that was running through (Y/N)'s head as she laid, splayed out on her back with Harry's forgotten sweater cushioning her head on his couch. His apartment was quiet aside from the disregarded movie playing on screen and the sounds of her heavy breathing as she tried to catch her breath from the messy makeout session that led to her getting her pants pulled down from where he sat between her legs. 

"Come back," she whined to him, making grabby hands for him. She wanted to feel the weight of him on her chest, the warmth of his skin and heat of his kiss searing over her lips. Now that she had nothing on but a rucked up shirt and a flimsy pair of panties, Harry with his pants undone and the waistline of his boxers open to her eyes, she felt like she could slow down for a moment. Savor him now that they'd made it farther than they had the previous handful of next times. None of those last times had she successfully gotten this naked without someone barging in or a blaring phone going off. 

"Daddy's here, sweetheart," Harry murmured to her, his smile smug before it melted away in favor of her kiss. 

That was all it took to have her hooking her legs around his hips and her arms looped around his neck. Harry's grip on her waist turned hard, fingertips surely to leave bruises she would be happy to find the following day as he ground his hips down into hers, soft center giving way to his hardened bulge. 

"I lov—" her declaration was cut off at the sound of a phone buzzing against the coffee table, Harry's screen lighting up. 

The owner of the device didn't bother to even glance in its direction, Harry's nose nudging against hers to get her attention back on him from where it drifted in the direction of the phone. It was easy for her to fall back into line, meld her lips to his with a sighed whine printing over her kiss as he rolled his hips against her. 

With Harry's lips dipping down to her neck before he jumped to the exposed skin of her tummy, she lost herself in the fantasy, ready to get something from him after the weeks of interrupted time. It seemed like the only time she could catch relief with him was through his camsite, it wasn't fair. But that wasn't something she wanted to worry about now that he was skimming his nose over the soft curve of her tummy, teeth grazing the waistline of her panties. 

Just as he gripped her thighs, aiming to throw them over his shoulders, his phone went off again, buzzing, buzzing, buzzing against the table. This time Harry was thrown for just a second, his hands stuttering in their grip before the vibrations ceased and the room fell into another loaded silence. Barely a moment passed, a single kiss being placed at the center of her panties before another call was coming through. 

"Fucking hell," Harry cursed, his jaw ticking as he sat up between her legs, thighs falling from his shoulders as he reached for his phone, "Why can't anyone take hints anymore, 'm obviously fucking busy righ—" 

Harry's frustration dipped the second he saw the contact on his screen, rolling his lips between his teeth as he looked over the device to (Y/N).

"What is it?" she asked, running her hands down the muscled lengths of his arms. 

"'S—uh—I was supposed to call my mum tonight about m'sister's birthday," he explained sheepishly, his guard dog-esque disposition melting away. 

(Y/N) sighed, less out of frustration than disappointment. This was just the way of their sex life at the moment, there was no reason to be surprised. They both knew there was no way he could keep ignoring her calls.

"It's okay, Harry," she told him, soothing a hand down his arm before looping her fingers around his wrist, "Next time, right?" 

"Right," he sighed, running a heavy hand through his hair. Her reassurance did nothing to quell the apologetic smile on his lips as he leant down and pressed a soft kiss to the apple of her cheek. "Next time." 

(Y/N) watched as he redialed her number before the device was pressed to his ear, disappearing into his bedroom to most likely find them clothing to change into now that there was no reason to lay around half-dressed. Looking at the textbooks spilling out of his book bag by the door, (Y/N) wondered, half dressed with a wet spot dampening her panties, if she could use his calculus book to somehow figure out what exactly next time meant. 

If the answer even existed, anyway. 

—————

The deep gasp (Y/N) took in, just short of a moan was what woke her up to the dark of Harry's bedroom. Her heart beat heavily in her chest, filling her ears with the sound of her blood pumping through her system. She felt hot, tight in her stomach, with an ache between her thighs. Harry was quietly, sweetly, tucked into her side, puffs of air fanning across her neck from where he had his face buried in the curve with his arm thrown across her middle. 

The details of her dream slipped away the more she woke up, eyes blinking owlishly in the dark of his bedroom as she tried to catch her breath. If she concentrated hard enough, searched the recesses of her mind, she could just barely remember the vision of Harry hovering above her, panting and thrusting his hips between her legs. The scene blurred the longer she tried to cling to it, but the feeling remained, so vivid she could cry just now, realizing it was nothing but a dream. 

After a couple of weeks of so many promises of next times, her dream had convinced her she had finally succeeded in finding the perfect next time. In reality, she was wrapped up in Harry's sheets, a sweater of his adorning her torso that felt entirely too thick with the way she couldn't settle her racing heart, and wetness sticking between her thighs. Worst of all, the star of her dreams was innocently asleep next to her, looking way too cute catching up on his sleep to skip out on the guilt that would come from shaking him awake in the middle of the night. 

She couldn't blame him, as she tried to sink back into the mattress and untense her muscles, he'd had a busy day. After all of his classes, he'd performed double duty, shooting a premium scene to be posted the following week just before he worked himself up enough to put on a live stream. No wonder he'd practically passed out after they finished dinner, tugging her along to bed with him without much more than a kiss before he conked out. He deserved his rest, she told herself, forcing herself to concentrate on brushing her fingers through his hair instead of the solid mass of his chest pressed to her side and the strength of his arm over her middle. 

Forcing her eyes to close, (Y/N) did her best to start leveling out her breathing in hopes of wiping the memory of her dream from her head, her heartbeat hopefully following suit and calming down from the way it rattled against her ribcage. As concerted as her efforts were, she couldn't quite stop herself from squirming against the contact the softened sheets made against her bare thighs, the wet cling of her panties against her core, or even the heat bubbling under her skin that had her considering shrugging out of Harry's sweater and sleeping in only her undergarments for the remainder of the night. 

As such, she couldn't have been that surprised when Harry stirred beside her, a pinch appearing in his brow with a huffed breath as he returned to the land of the living. 

"(Y/N)?" he grumbled, all but slurring through the rumble of his sleepy voice, "Why are y'awake?"

Guilt poked a hole in her chest as he raised his head from where he had burrowed against the curve of her throat. Her hand rested in his hair, twirling the messy, overgrown curls around the tips of her fingers as a quiet apology. "I just had a dream, H, I'm sorry," she cooed to him, dropping her hand from his hair to his shoulder where she gave him a gentle tug to lay back down, "Go back to sleep, it's okay." 

Despite her request, Harry only blinked his eyes wider, trying to wipe the sleep from his system as his brows raised. "A bad dream?" he breathed, reaching over her blindly for his glasses on the bedside table, "From the movie?" 

A tender smile touched at (Y/N)'s lips at his question. He'd been able to convince her to let him watch a scary movie earlier that night that had been recommended by his friends Mitch and Sarah. (He had told her that they'd seen it the week prior and that it 'wasn't that bad', but she later found out that they had a very high threshold on what constituted scary. The movie was awful but Harry did his best to protect her, so she didn't mind too much). 

"No, it's not that," she settled, watching fondly as he slipped his glasses over the bridge of his nose before losing the squint he had been looking at her through, "Don't worry about it, though, okay? I'm sorry I woke you up." 

Taking in a deep breath he quit hovering over her as he settled in beside her, propped up on his elbow with his palm cupping his cheek. "Are y'sure, flower? Y'look a little rattled," he pressed, a concerned knit to his brows, "Y'can tell me if it was the movie, you know. 'M sorry I made y'watch it." 

"No, no, Harry, really. It wasn't the movie," she told him, debating if now really was the time to disclose her sex dream about him. Best case scenario, he makes it a reality. Worst case, the roommate he'd never had until that moment would barge in asking for help with the panini press he didn't have, only for Harry to promise for another next time. With their luck, anything she would try to initiate would undoubtedly be pushed to a next time. 

"What was it, then?" The arm he had thrown over her middle shifted, his palm laying on the soft of her tummy as a comforting weight. 

(Y/N) floundered over her response, mouth dropping open though no words came out. He most likely didn't mean to, but with the slightly looser knit of her borrowed jumper, she was allowed a peek at the warmth of his hands poking through. Gentle brushes against her bare skin had goosebumps rolling in his wake, teasing enough to take her back to that muddled headspace she had woken up with. 

"Are you okay, flower?" 

Harry's voice was a godsend and a curse at the same time in that moment. The deep rumble of the sound, the dredges of sleep deepening it enough she could hear traces of his cam-voice, was like pouring warm honey over her skin. But, that warm honey was almost too warm. It was too warm for the calm she was trying to inject into her system, too warm to keep the fragile hold she had on herself that kept her from crawling all over him and spreading her legs for him.

"Um, yeah, I'm okay. Sorry," she chirped, one of her hands dropping to lay atop his to stop the short circles he was unknowingly teasing her with on her tummy. "I can't really remember my dream, I just ended up waking up all funny." 

He clearly didn't believe her with the way his analyzing gaze traced over her features. "Flower?" 

"Harry?" she emulated, hoping her teasing would distract him. 

Canting his head to the side, he gave her as stern of a look as he could muster with his lips fighting the uptick that tried to make itself known. "Tell me the truth, love. Gonna make me feel bad if y'had a bad dream because of me and wouldn't let me fix it." 

He knew just the game he was playing, plucking at the exact strings he knew would have her unraveling for him. And, it worked. Because, of course Harry could get anything he wanted when he looked at her all cute with his glasses and big, sleepy eyes.

"It was a good dream," she said, half shrugging her shoulder from where she laid under him.

"Tell me about it, love." Harry disregarded the steadying weight of her hand atop his, beginning a circuit on her tummy she was sure he didn't know was as alluring as it was. 

"You were in it," she divulged, absently dropping her gaze from his down to the curvature of his lips. Her tummy clenched at the sight of the tip of his tongue swiping out and wetting the seam. She watched as his mouth shifted into the curl of a smile. 

"Yeah? What was I doing?" 

"You—um—we were in your bedroom. I can't really remember it that well," she stalled, trying to find the words all the while his gaze was unrelenting on her face. "I just know it was good. You were—I think... You know that next time we've been talking about?" 

Something flashed in Harry's gaze at the mention of the phrase that had been plaguing the both of them for two consecutive weeks. "Yeah." 

"It was that. But we weren't interrupted this time." 

(Y/N) felt exposed with the way Harry only offered a hum in acknowledgment, his gaze dropping from her own to trace down the features of her face. He lingered on her lips until he trekked down to the curve of her neck as if he could see the way her heart was pounding under his attention. She wasn't surprised to feel his gaze fall down to the bare of her décolletage before watching the way his hand touched over her tummy through the drape of her borrowed sweater. She knew he liked the way she looked in his clothes; something possessive awakened in him when he saw the soft of his sweaters over her body or even one of his hair clips being pushed through her hair. 

"That's what got you all squirmy, love?" he finally muttered, not bothering to look up from where his fingers were just barely pushing into the open knit of her top. "I thought I could even hear your heart while I was sleeping. A dream got y'that worked up?" 

It was like a switch flipped with the way he was talking to her now. There was that lilt, tone lingering on the words as he spoke, the kind of inflection in his voice that only appeared when he was on camera or between the sheets with her. 

"Uh-huh," she breathed, feeling herself nod. Her mouth dropped into a small gape, parted just enough to let a puff of air pass between. 

Harry's intense gaze flicked up to match her own then, hearing how closely she was teetering on whining for him. Her hand on his was left behind as he traced over the soft of her tummy, slipping towards the hem of her borrowed sweater where it laid, rucked up at the top of her thighs. 

"But y'don't remember it?" he asked her, the very tips of his fingers brushing underneath the knitted fabric of her top. Her thighs erupted in a layer of goosebumps, sensitive to every touch he bestowed upon her. "Not even a little bit, sweetheart?" 

Her breath caught in her throat at the mention of the petname he only used when he had something specific in mind for her. "I-I," she floundered, trying to pluck scenes and moments from her dream that had done its job to slip away, "I just know you were on top of me, an—" 

She was cut off by Harry shifting beside her, both his hand propping him up and the one grazing the skin of her legs landed on her thighs. He gently pried her thighs open with the strength of his fingers denting the soft flesh, emulating her words and fitting himself between her legs. (Y/N) moved instinctively, wrapping those legs around his hips, the heels of her feet digging into the backs of his sweatpants-clad thighs. 

"What else was I doing, sweetheart?" he prompted, bringing her back to the train of thought she let go passed in favor of paying attention to him. 

Fluttering her lashes in a blink, (Y/N) tried to replace herself in her dream. It was as if a moment of deja-vu touched at the back of her mind as she looked up at him. She swore she could see her dream overlaying with reality, only her real life Harry was much more collected than the dream version with sweat clinging to his skin, curls pasted to the sides of his face, and hot exhales fanning over her skin as he worked himself above her. 

"You w-were—um—kissing me, and"—her eyes fluttered closed with a sigh interrupting her as Harry dipped down and pressed his lips to the hinge of her jaw—"I can't remember what you were saying, but you were talking to me." 

His smug grin burned against her skin. "Y'do like when I talk to you." She grew flustered at his words, that slight teasing edge poking at the knot in her tummy in the most pleasant way. "Y'got off to m'voice for so long, you've got a thing for it even now that y'have me right here," he continued, smearing his lips over the line of her jaw until he hit the point of her chin, "Right, sweetheart?" 

"Mhm," she hummed, her bottom lip fit between her teeth, "I love your voice." 

"I love yours, flower," he told her, a tender tone to his voice, "That's why I want y'to tell me what else I was doing in your dream. I wasn't just cuddling and kissing you like this, was I? That wouldn't get y'so squirmy." 

"N-No, you were," she swallowed, feeling the tip of Harry's nose dot against her cheek as he started spreading his kisses up to the corner of her mouth, "We—You were—" 

"I was fucking you, right?" he finished for her, settling her tied tongue, "Finally getting to that next time I promised you, right?" 

(Y/N) practically melted into the sheets at his words. If not for the solid weight of him above her, the fact she could feel the strength of his thighs and the length that was hardening and pressing into her core, she would have been able to convince herself this was another dream. 

"Yes, daddy," she sighed, her mouth dropping open just before Harry caught her bottom lip between his teeth. 

That was just what he wanted to hear it seemed as he dipped his hips into a slow roll over her own, lingering over her damp panties. She knew he wasn't wearing any underwear under his sweats, the fact only to be confirmed again as she could feel the ridge of his head with his length thickening towards the base. She could feel every detail she'd become familiar with through each time she'd gone on her knees for him or slipped her hand under his pants. She wanted to know him everywhere now. 

"Fuck, (Y/N)," he breathed out, sealing his lips to hers in a way to soothe the bite he'd given to her bottom lip, "What do y'need from me, flower? How ready are y'for me?" 

"So ready, daddy," she rushed out, looping her arms around his neck only to push her nails into the tanned skin of his back. She couldn't get close enough to him like this. There were too many layers, too many things that weren't his skin touching her. "I just want you, please." 

"So good for me, you know that?" he praised her, bringing her back to the day he had said something similar to her over the cam-site chat, before they even knew who was on the other line. She always wanted to be his good girl. "Even all desperate for me, you're so sweet and polite for me, aren't you?" 

She could only manage to nod for him, not wanting to draw away from his lips anymore now that she could get a taste of his praise on his tongue. Harry had his hands fisted in the bed on either side of her, keeping the brunt of his weight from bearing down on her though he was sure to sit his hips heavily on her as he pushed her into the mattress with every grind. Each roll, (Y/N) could feel his sweatpants slipping from the cinched position over his waist, giving her a peek of his uncovered length against her core. The idea made her moan out against his kiss. 

"Y'need me so bad, don't you, flower?" Harry pressed, his voice not much more than an adoring mumble against her lips. "Don't need me to help y'get ready for me or anything, do I? You're jus' that desperate and wet for me. All because of a dream, huh?" 

There was nothing in her that had the space to be embarrassed as she listened to him. He was right, anyway. She could feel her wetness dampening her panties, the fabric the only thing keeping the stick from covering her thighs. She was sure that when he took a look at his sweatpants later, there would be a wet spot just from the way he was grinding down on her then, bumping her clit and teasing her with how hard she knew he could fuck her. 

(Y/N) sunk into the bedding below her as Harry gave her a searing kiss just before starting a new trail down her neck. The same trek he'd made with his eyes was now commemorated with his kiss. Swift nips with his teeth and gentle soothings of his tongue following right after his lips as he decorated the curve with tiny marks she hoped would last the weekend. Just when he hit the drooping neckline of her borrowed top, she expected him to shove it out of the way or tug the material over her head. 

"You're keeping this on, okay?" he told her, nosing at the neckline with her nails pinching into his back, "Want to fuck y'while you've got my clothes on. Because, you're mine, aren't you?"

Her eyes were closed as she nodded her head into the puffed pillow cushioning it. "I'm yours, Harry, I'm yours." 

"I know y'are," he murmured, "And I'm yours, flower. Still can't believe y'love me like I love you." 

The surprisingly tender moment was cut short just a second later as he shifted, fitting his hands over the cuffs of her hips under her shirt. He sat up, giving her a pointed look when she whined at the loss of contact, though her own hands still landed on his forearms. Hooking his fingers into her panties, he helped her lift her legs with the garment sliding along the length of her body. He dropped the soaked fabric to the floor, leaving her in his soft sweater, and Harry in a pair of sweats that sported the wet patch she wasn't surprised to find. 

"Y'really are ready for me," he murmured, mostly to himself as his eyes glimmered when he caught sight of her glistening slit and the budding clit he had been grinding into only a moment before. 

With her legs spread out before him, bare and shirt pushed halfway up her tummy, (Y/N) expected to feel exposed under Harry's gaze given the new territory they were to breach. Instead, she felt the warmth of his eyes seeping over her, hot and wanting just as much as she wanted him. Even in the middle of the night with messy hair and a crease in his cheek from where he had his face buried against her shoulder, he was the hottest man she'd ever seen. And, he wanted her too. 

"Come back," she all but whined to him as she hooked her legs around his hips, tugging him back down with her grabby hands reaching up towards his shoulders. 

"Give me a minute, sweetheart," he laughed, catching himself before he could topple over her. She watched as he hovered over her, one hand pushed into the bedding while the other was reaching into his bedside table again. 

He rifled around in the drawer while she watched the muscles in his arm flex and contract, the sight stealing every train of thought until it was off the track. She almost mourned the loss of the sight as he found whatever he had been searching for, his arm retracting back to his chest. That feeling only lasted for a split second until she spotted what was pinched between his fingers, the packaging gleaming in the light. 

Sitting back on his heels between her spread legs, Harry ripped open the foiled condom packet. He pushed his sweats to the mid of his thighs, letting his length slap against his stomach in the low light of his bedroom, the head weeping precum that stuck to the blocks of muscle lining his stomach. (Y/N) couldn't take her eyes off him as he pulled the condom from the packet before sliding it over the length of his cock, the rubber unrolling with the help of his pumping fist that gave cursory strokes down the shaft. She could have drooled at the sight, especially when she could see the way he jumped in his hand when Harry swiped his thumb over the head. The sight brought back plenty of good memories.

"Now, I'm ready for you," he told her, finally obeying her wish and fitting himself atop her once more. 

"Oh my god," she whined at the first touch of his uncovered cock over her slit, the head nudging at her clit. 

"I know, sweetheart, I know," Harry responded, voice strained as his own eyes became hooded behind the lens of his glasses, "I've got you, alright?" 

With that, (Y/N) watched as he reached between their bodies, wrapping his guiding fist around his cock. She was spread out just so for him, giving Harry the freedom to slip inside after brushing the tip through the slick that had dripped from her hole. 

(Y/N) felt herself clench at the first intrusion, his head stretching her enough to be felt in the pit of her stomach. As much as she tried to keep them open, she couldn't help the way her eyes fluttered closed at the feeling. Her toes curled behind him, heels pressing into the small of his back as she beckoned him further inside. 

"Oh, flower, fuck,"  Harry cursed under his breath, the swear fanning over the heated skin of her neck. 

The further he pushed in, (Y/N) swore she could feel him in her stomach, something she remembered him teasing about in a cam session all that time ago. He hadn't been lying. 

Harry all but slumped against her as he bottomed out, his balls pushed against the curve of her ass. His forehead dropped to the planes of her chest, the frames of his glasses pressing against her with the tip of his nose wiggling against her skin with every deep breath he sucked in. "Fuck," he repeated, "I can't believe this is happening." 

His voice was low enough (Y/N) couldn't be sure he was even speaking to her or just voicing whatever thought came to mind. Nonetheless, she clung to him tightly, her own silent reminder that this really was happening, even if he couldn't believe it. Her arms resumed their place around his neck, hands grazing the expanse of his bare shoulders 

"C-Can I move, sweetheart? Y'feel okay?" he breathed out, returning to the moment with her as he peeked up at her through the fan of his lashes.

"Please, please, Harry," she pleaded with him, tightening the hold of her legs around his hips. 

That seemed to be all the permission he needed before he started rolling his hips against hers. He pressed himself as deep as he could at first, the tip of his cock nudging walls (Y/N) didn't even know she had with every swivel of his pelvis. He watched her intently, his glasses slipping down the edge of his nose with his hair flopping over his forehead. The hand he had guiding his cock inside her was now holding her tightly on her hip while his other was fisted against the mattress, keeping him hovering above her with the perfect view of every effect he had. 

Just as she opened her mouth to ask for more, Harry reared back, leaving barely the tip still inside her before he thrust into her with a lingering stroke. She felt every detail of his cock; the ridge of his head that split her open, his veins imprinting on her walls, and the ribs embedded in the condom she hadn't even realized were there. 

Her nails in his back pressed harder, scratching up just enough as he began to curate a rhythm. His hips slapped against hers in the dark of his bedroom, her wetness giving way around him with slick noises filling the room. His mouth had dropped open in a gape, heavy puffs of air escaping as he looked between their bodies to where he was disappearing inside her only to reappear with a layer of slick pearled over him. Muffled curses in his deep tone mixed with the breathless moans her fucked out of her with every harsh thrust. 

"D-Daddy," she cried out for him, tugging him down with the help of her hands on his back so she could kiss him.

Harry relented easily, moaning at the sound of her voice wrapping around his title. He tasted her with a swipe of his tongue touching her own, the soft pad licking hers before he pulled away with a wet pop. He couldn't not look at her right now, he needed to see what she looked like when she got fucked. 

"I-I've wanted you for so long, you know that," he breathlessly started, unable to help himself before he pressed his lips to the tip of her nose, the apple of her cheek, and the soft of her lips. "W-Wanted y'before y'even talked to me. I can't be-believe you're letting me fuck you, flower." 

He knew what she was doing when he spoke to her like this, but there was something especially adoring in the dirty words that dripped from his lips. (Y/N) held onto him tighter, adoring him back with a messy kiss to his chin and a clench of her muscles around his cock. 

"I l-love you," she told him, swallowing down air while she had the mind to, "Harder, please, daddy." 

Complying with her wish, (Y/N) swore he was pushing things around to make room for his cock inside her. His length pushed deep inside, spreading her open just for him—just as he had promised her before they even knew one another. Her head fell back against the pillows then, her lover quickly marking his territory along the column of her throat with a string of messy kisses.

"Used to get off thinking about this," he told her, a secret she knew all about, "Would think about g-getting to fuck you, y'calling me daddy, being so good for me before I'd do a stream jus' so I could get hard. N-Now I've got the real thing, don't I? Get to fuck y'whenever I need, right?" 

 The spiral that had made a home in her tummy from the moment she'd woken up from her racy dream tightened at his words. Her toes curled behind his back, her hands dropping from his shoulders down to his biceps where she could feel the straining of his muscles as he held himself up. She wanted to feel bad about the way she dug her nails into his skin, but she couldn't find it in herself in that moment. She'd apologize later. 

"Had the biggest crush on you and now you're all mine," he babbled, his words seemingly only for himself at this point. "I love you s-so much, flower." 

(Y/N) wanted to say it back, she wanted to tell him that she loved him too with all her heart or whatever organ it was that he was nudging out of place so he could make room inside her, but with the way her mouth was dropped open with puffs of humid air falling through, she knew she didn't have it in her. Instead, she tightened her legs around his waist with a pulse of her thighs, and her hands on his biceps. 

"Gonna make me cum, sweetheart," he panted, a messy kiss to her neck punctuating his words, "So fucking tight, can't help myself. Are y'close?" 

"Uh-huh, uh-huh," she whined, nodding her head with her hair a mess around her, "Harry." 

"I've got you, sweetheart, do-don't worry," he told her, nudging her jaw with the tip of his nose, "Want y'to cum with me." 

It was with his declaration that he moved his hand from where he was cupping her hip to settle between their bodies. His thumb pressed into her pouty clit, slick immediately covering the digit. (Y/N)'s call of his name was choked off the second she felt her walls tightening, matching the knot in her tummy. 

"Please kiss me, please kiss me," she babbled off, knowing she sounded somewhat delirious in that moment. 

With his thumb circling her clit, cock spreading her walls open just for him, Harry didn't waste any time sealing his lips to hers in a messy kiss. He was just barely off center with the way she couldn't manage to keep his name off her lips even if it wouldn't get any further than her throat before it was cut off with her eyes going crossed at every thrust. He kisses the corner of her mouth before he gained access to play with her tongue with his own. He tasted every broken call of his name and murmuring of his title. 

"C'mon, flower, cum for me," he told her, the words falling from his tongue right onto her own, "Be good for daddy." 

He knew what it did to her to hear him refer to himself with his title, the desired effect coming in a tightening of her tummy and a clench of her walls around his cock. He was bringing her closer all the while using her to get him to the edge.

"I'm so close," she told him, repeating the sentiment another time as she didn't bother to collect her scattered thoughts, "Please, please, please cum in me, daddy." 

Despite knowing there was a condom covering his length, there was something about the fact she knew he wasn't going to pull out and she was going to feel every bit of warmth that spurted out of him, that had her breathless. She wanted to see what he looked like when he came because of her pussy, what it looked like when he came for the first time without her hand or mouth there to clean it up. 

"Shit, shit, 'm cumming, flower. 'M cumming for you," he gritted out, his mouth falling open against her own. He wasn't even kissing her, only resting his lips against hers as he filled the condom with the warmth she had been craving. 

Even with the stuttering of his hips and the disjointed movements of his circling thumb, she came following after him. Her nails in his skin had to have felt like pinpricks with how hard she was holding onto him, her toes curling and thighs aching from how hard she was clinging to him in every respect. Her wetness grew, the distant feeling of warmth flooding her limbs while her mind went blank in favor of feeling everything he had to offer her.

Her heart was pounding in her ears still by the time Harry slumped atop her, his body coming alive once more as he pressed a smattering of kisses all over her face. He was murmuring something to her as he continued to press his thumb to her clit and rock his hips in half-hearted rolls against hers. She's halfway sure he was telling her that he loved her, but her ears weren't working for the moment. 

The comedown was slow and gradual, starting with her wrapping her aching hand around his wrist to keep him from touching at her swollen clit for any longer. It was too much, she barely remembered telling him, she's too sensitive, daddy. She hadn't even realized her eyes had fallen closed until he did the brunt work of shifting them around, only settling when they were bundled in the bedding, laying on their sides with either limbs wrapped around one another. 

"'M gonna pull out now, okay, love?" he asked her, the first thing she could hear with clarity as she came down to earth. (Y/N) only managed an absent nod.

He helped her unlock her legs from around his hips before he withdrew, a slick sound echoing in his bedroom that was compounded with the sound of a pathetic whimper working in her throat. He slumped into the bed beside her then, (Y/N) cracking her eyes open just enough to see him fiddling with the filled condom before it was tied and tossed into his trashcan across the room, just barely making it in before he fixed his sweats over his hips. 

The bedding was a mess around them, Harry's room suddenly humid as she watched his eyes fall closed. His profile was perfect, she thought in a dreamy haze—the line of his jaw led her to the point of his chin, rounded edges forming the full pink of his lips with high cheekbones leaving a soft place for the fan of his lashes to rest. Her favorite bit came in the slope of his nose, the same one that had skimmed over her entire body at this point, with his glasses resting on the bridge. It felt like a dream to see him like this, heaving, flushed chest with his lips swollen and slick with spit. As much as she loved his eyes, there was something about seeing them shuttered like this, knowing it was from the complete pleasure they shared in. 

With languid limbs, (Y/N) plucked his glasses from his nose. She utilized the puffs of bedding messed around them to clean the lenses, delicately handling them as Harry laid beside her. She took her time, both from satiation tainting her limbs and the fact she wanted to take care of him after everything. After testing the clarity with the help of the bedside lamp, she replaced the frames them back on his nose. A quiet smile had formed on Harry's lips though his eyes remained closed. 

"Better?" she murmured. 

She watched as Harry blinked his eyes open, adoration dripping from his irises as he looked to her. "Better. Thank you, flower." 

(Y/N) sunk into the mattress underneath her, bundling her hands underneath her cheek as she gazed at him. She hoped he could see the adoration swimming in her irises. 

"Pretty good for a next time, right?" he joked with her, his smile lopsided as he reached out and replaced the hem of her borrowed sweater over her modesty. The barely there touch of his fingertip over her skin had goosebumps layering over her thighs. 

"It was alright," she smiled, her voice sleepy as she gazed at her dream. 

"Jus' alright?" he balked, puffing out his cheeks as he let out an exasperated breath, "Gonna have to keep practicing then, huh?" 

"That sounds like a good idea," she played along, her smile growing as he played along with her. "C'mere," she beckoned to him.

Harry shuffled over the bedding in an instant, invading her space to the max until he was flush against her. She didn't care about the sweat covering both of their forms in that moment, even with his sweater still tucked around her body. She was grateful for his closeness, the love only growing when he wrapped his arms around her waist and nudged his nose against hers in an affectionate puppy's kiss. 

"I love you, too," she whispered, kissing him gently on his swollen lips, "Sorry I didn't say it back earlier."

"'S alright," he smiled, dimples deep in his cheeks—deep enough for her to crawl inside and sleep in, she thought—, "I know y'were a little distracted." Harry gave her calming kisses, innocent presses of his lips to hers in long and drawn out pulls that had her heartrate slowing into something so grounded she couldn't leave this moment. Those same heartracing touches were now calming, drawing her tightly into his world. "I meant what I said before, you know," he told her, a murmur against her kiss, "About wishing for things like this. It wasn't jus' about what we jus' did, I also thought about stuff like this. Holding you and kissing you and stuff. I still can't believe sometimes that y'gave me a chance. You're like a dream to me." 

"Harry," she practically whined, his words breaking her heart as she drew away to get a proper look at him. His sparkling eyes looked to her with clear pupils, everything lustful left behind in favor of sincerity swimming in the green of his irises. "Of course I gave you a chance. You're wonderful, Harry. You made me like physics." 

"You don't like physics," he teased, his smile going lopsided as he sunk the blunt of his teeth into his bottom lip, "Y'tell me every day how much y'hate it. And, Stanfill." 

"Okay, I don't like physics, but you made me like that class. You make even awful stuff like that worth it to me. I'm only sad it took me so long to see that, then we could have been doing this so much sooner," she told him, their voices hushed secrets to be shared between them and the sheets only, "And, I, obviously, dream about you, too. There's no reason for you not to believe this." 

"I know," he mumbled, his features rounded and soft as he took her in, "I jus' love you, that's all." 

Laying in the sticky sheets, legs shaking from how hard she was hanging onto him with nail marks appearing on Harry's chest and arms, (Y/N) gazed at the man of her dreams, his love for her on his lips. 

All those next times had definitely been worth it. 

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finally it is hereeeeee!!! thank u sm to whoever requested this and everyone who's been patient for this and also @strawbrryshortcakerry for helping me figure out where I wanted to go w this !!! thank u sm for reading, sorry for any mistakes, and if you have any ideas or requests of your own please send them in!

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[sumi-sprite]

This is entirely @wisp-of-chaos's fault. They got me into the idea of Illithid babies, specifically their OC Vlassk with baby Omeluum. If I have to suffer the cuteness overload and brainrot, THEN SO DO YOU ALL.

Under the cut due to length!

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1.) Born partially blind and know their parent of guardian by their psionic signature, touch, and smell. Their vision will gradually adjust over ten to fifteen weeks of age.

2.) Self soothing: Newborns are prone to suckling on their own tentacles!

3.) Internal yolk. A newborn Illithid will "nurse" on its parent's psionic energy for the first six to eight weeks of life before adjusting to a semi-solid diet.

4.) Cranium bones are still soft and not yet fully fused. This makes the birth easier for not just the parent, but the child as well, whose delicate brain can be easily damaged until the skull hardens.

5.) Limbs are soft and extremely weak. It takes months for a newborn to learn how to fully use its limbs, with their tentacles being the first to gain full mobility and dexterity.

6.) Claws are not yet developed. Fingers and toes and very soft and delicate and may be prone to injury if the parent is not careful. Grip strength is extremely weak compared to the tentacles.

BOTTOM TEXT: Extremely soft and fragile, but frighteningly intelligent and curious. Newborn Illithids may gain a higher vocabulary in under a year if they are cared for properly and fed a rich diet of sapient brain mush. At roughly a year of age, they can be given cut pieces of intact brain. After eighteen months, they are big enough to eat a whole half brain. They are able to walk, speak, and levitate around two years.

Other HCs not included due to limited space:

juvenile marks and spots vanish over time.

newborns cannot lift their own heads for at least five months due to the size and weight of their own brains.

teething. Newborn teeth come in at around ten months of age, then shed them at two years, gaining juvenile teeth. These fall out at five years old and they gain their first sub-adult set.

the internal yolk is visible until the newborn fully absorbs it and moves onto brain mush. The translucency of its belly also becomes opaque over their first year of life.

Newborns are entirely reliant on their parent or caretakers for the first two years of their life due to their weak muscle and delicate bone structures. Their fragility makes them precious to a colony, and they take almost as much precedence as an Elder Brain.

I don't know, I just thought this was fricken adorable and like I said, entirely Wisp's fault. I need baby Omeluum in my life being a curious and extra squishy little bean that can't stop putting things in its mouth and is ENAMORED by glowing mushrooms.

It's HC hobbies include extra long naps, chewing its own tentacles, chewing Vlassk's tentacles/hands, getting into places it shouldn't, wearing cookware, naps in its sling and/or Vlassk's tendrils, touching EVERYTHING, watching small critters, and contemplating the mystery of mirrors.

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[thebibliosphere]

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At the top, white text stands out against a purple/blue gradient. It reads: Hunger Pangs: True Love Bites, Book one of the Hunger Pangs Series.

Beneath that it lists qualities of the book: queer paranormal romance, vampire x werewolf, gaslamp fantasy, mutual pining (the love is requited, they're just idiots), slow burn and happily ever after, for now….

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