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jude5bellingham · 2 months

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tbt pt.2 ౨ৎ trent alexander-arnold

part one here!

pairing: trent alexander-arnold x f!reader

summary: part two of throwback thursday, reader is lfc's photographer but people start thinking there is something off when she is exclusively posting tbts

notes: hope u guys enjoy :3

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yourusername my first heartbreak tbh.. #tbt

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trentarnold66 mine too

yourusername wrong actually! your first heartbreak was when i laughed in your face when you asked me out cause i thought you had to have been joking

ibrahimakonate oh wow😂😂

user1 trent getting aired out on a tbt of 2021/2022 ucl finals post of yn's is crazy😭😭

trentarnold66 it was just a misunderstanding 😒 we are literally married now anyways

virgilvandijk no need to open old wounds

yourusername sorry skip im running out of content

mosalah you will have more if you comeback!

yourusername soon mo!!!!

andyrobertson94 comeback to work soon

yourusername hopefully

user2 yn isnt at work???

user3 we miss you yn

user4 real lads' first heartbreaks💔

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yourusername throwback to when my (now) ex-boyfriend made me pay stupidly expensive tickets to see him #tbt

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trentarnold66 did not

yourusername did too

joegomez5 you two are such children

yourusername 🤫

trentarnold66 stop calling me your exboyfriend

yourusername you literally are mate

andyrobertson94 your exboyfriend sounds terrible

yourusername he didn't even score! why'd i spend all that money!

ibrahimakonate 😂😂😂

szoboszlaidominik what's your exboyfriends @

yourusername oh hell no....

user5 her calling trent (her husband) her ex boyfriend 😭😭😭

user6 they're literally so funny 😭😭😭

yourusername

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yourusername shouting out this young lad from liverpool #tbt

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trentarnold66 ...

andyrobertson94 up and coming young scouse lad

curtisjr young lad just trying to make it

judebellingham that is broski 🙏

user7 i wonder how trent felt seeing these pictures 😭😭

user8 has anyone else noticed she's only been posting tbts?? i know she does normally but she hasn't uploaded a not tbt in a while..

user9 she might just be going through old content!! she has a habit of uploading extra pics from old tbts later when she feels like she needs to post more!!

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yourusername even with setbacks, just know YNWA ❤️‍🩹 #tbt

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trentarnold66 i miss you at the games

yourusername alright pack it up loverboy

yourusername i miss you at games too... GET BACK ON THE PITCH!

judebellingham mate can never catch a break huh

yourusername nope!

user109 WE also miss you yn

harvelliott we miss you

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liverpoolfc yn YOU need to remember that ynwa ❤️❤️

curtisjr ^^ ❤️

mosalah ^^ ❤️

ibrahimakonate ^^ ❤️

virgilvandijk ^^ ❤️

yourusername okay relax guys i'm going to cry and i'm a real ugly crier...

trentarnold66 @yourusername liar

andyrobertson94 trent's just a sap after all

user10 is yn okay? why did lfc comment that?

user11 did yn leave lfc?

user12 why are they all leaving hearts and saying ynwa?? did yn leave??

user13 i hope everything is alright yn ❤️ YNWA❤️

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yourusername when @england hired me for the season and then i literally just watched him have stronger bonds with men than me but that's ok i guess #tbt

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trentarnold66 i'm not even going to say anything

aaronramsdale you're acting like trent didn't kick me out of the room to spend time with you

yourusername okay don't get dramatic! it wasn't even your bed!

aaronsramsdale 🙁

england 😳

yourusername 😳

judebellingham no photos of trent and i?

yourusername yeah as if i was gonna post my ex-boyfriend's side ting

judebellingham ex-boyfriend 😭

user14 did yn leave lfc for the england nt???

user15 if you left for the england nt, we still love you yn ❤️❤️

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yourusername yes i have heard the news, trust me we are all devastated but YNWA klopp and thank you for the memories, especially the ones in the making ❤️❤️❤️ #tbt

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yourusername no words can describe how i feel about this friendship but maybe this ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹 emoji can! #tbt

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andyrobertson94 love you both❤️❤️ can't wait for your return

trentarnold66 ❤️

szoboszlaidominik that should be me 💔

yourusername leave my ex-boyfriend and his husband alone... homewrecker...

user16 we hope you feel better ❤️❤️ we miss you and klopp

user17 klopp hasnt even left yet

user18 tell that to the hole in my heart

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yourusername hi everyone! i'm so sorry i did not say anything during these last few months... if i'm honest they were very difficult. I was not myself for the last few months so I took a leave of absence from lfc, that i'm so incredibly grateful for, and i tried to post like usual even though i was running out of photos and energy. Trent's injury, Klopp's announcement, and everything else in this world felt incredibly hard to deal with but even in those times I could always turn to this community to put a smile on my face. I'm so happy to let you all know Trent and I have welcomed a beautiful and healthy son to our family. anyways, long story short, always remember that i love you and that ynwa❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

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andyrobertson94 Proud godfather here!❤️❤️

user229 omg😭😭😭

liverpoolfc congratulations yn! we love you & ynwa❤️

virgilvandijk ❤️

curtisjr new young scouse lad about to become a superstar 💫

judebellingham 🤍

aaronramsdale ❤️

jordanhenderson ❤️❤️

szoboszlaidominik ❤️

ibrahimakonate ❤️

user19 we love you yn❤️❤️

user20 im so glad you put yourself first❤️❤️

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yourusername my pretty boy 🤍🤍

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yourusername trent is there too i guess

andyrobertson94 you know you could've asked me to take a picture of the three of you right

yourusername you don't get it andy

andyrobertson94 🙄

virgilvandijk two very stylish lads in the pics

yourusername it's cause i styled them after you skipp😁

curtisjr didnt know your exboyfriend could dress so well

yourusername he can't without my help 😕😕

user21 sobs... this is so cute😭😭

user22 dilf trent

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user23 theyre soo cute together 😭😭

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yourusername some day my kids will know the winner that their father is #tbt

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liverpoolfc they'll watch him win another with their own eyes

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andyrobertson94 more importantly, they'll know how big of a winner their godfather is

yourusername honestly... you kind of are the captain of scotland and a member of the great british empire ...

trentarnold66 okay stop agreeing with each other

yourusername no need for jealousy in my comments

user24 KIDS??? AS IN PLURAL????

user25 omg is this a pregnancy announcement 😭😭

user26 ANOTHER ONE??? OMG

user27 UGHHHHH SPILLLLL

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yourusername i don't think i could even begin to describe how happy and grateful i am, but i will try. i love the family i have created here in liverpool with the help of everyone. you are all family, thank you for the love and support you have always shown me. ❤️❤️

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tyunzonlystar · 3 months

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mentioning this in anon cus i get so shy typing things like this but the idea of big dick soobin gets me so bad omfg esp if he shoves his big fingers into ur mouth while he’s pounding deep inside you, telling you how good you take him and how you were made for his dick

bros at least packing 10 inches down there ALSO REMEMBER THAT ONE LIVE WHERE HE WAS MANSPREADING (sugar rush ride era i think) 🍓💋

TWW!!! Fem!reader, big dick!soobin, Slight breeding kink if you squint, tit sucking, pet names (pretty, good girl, princess, doll, slut), big dick (9-10 inches😭), penetration, vaginal sex

THIS ISNT PROOF READ BTW AND LET ME KNOW IF I MISSED ANYTHING!!!

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Soobin walked through the door of your apartment and took his shoes off then sat next to you on the couch

“You okay pretty boy?” You asked him as you shuffled closer to him

“Mhm yeah just tired” soobin mumbled back

“Seriously Soob tell me whats wrong”

“This fucking hard-on has been pissing me off ever since you posted yourself in that slutty new outfit!” He said as his bucked his hips up to get more comfortable (hes now man spreading)

“‘Nd you just called me pretty boy and wearing my top-“

You put a finger over his mouth to shut him up and straddled his lap. You removed your finger from his lips and replaced it with your lips now resulting in you two making out. Soobins hands were all over your ass and tits groping at the flesh while you let out small whimpers into his mouth.

“C’mere princess” He mumbles into your mouth before picking you up and carrying you to your shared bedroom and placing you on the bed as his big hands find the hem of your (his) top and lifts it over your head and latches his lips onto your left nipple while he plays with the other one. He then stops and looks up at you and kisses you before latching his lips onto your opposite nipple and playing with the one covered in his saliva.

“Mm soobie.. w-want you..”

“Impatient slut hm? So desperate for my cock”

You just nod your head without saying anything as he undoes his trousers and throws them on the floor and taking his blaze and shirt off and piling it on the floor. His long thick fingers find their way to your white cotton panties and he rips them off you and takes his boxers off. Your eyes widen in shock even though you’ve seen his cock before and you’ve had it inside you.

“Lay back pretty”

You shuffle further back on the bed and he picks you up and flips you onto your stomach and from your muscle memory your back arched and had your ass in the air for him.

“Good girl”

You whimpered in response as he slowly pushed his length into your pussy

“Mm s-soobin… too m-much! T-too big!” You cry out tears pricking the corner of your eyes and he hasnt even entered you halfway yet!!

“Its gonna be okay you can take it like you always do, hm?”

He entered you fully and you swore you could’ve cum on the spot.

“Ready?”

“Mhm! Please!”

Soobin started thrusting in and out of your pretty pussy while gripping at your hips hard enough to make bruises as he slapped your ass. At this rate you couldnt keep your mouth shut, saying every cuss word under the sun, whimpering into the sheets, begging for more.

“You want more? Is my cock not enough?”

He muttered while grunting. You felt Soobin hit your g-spot repeatedly to the point you practically screamed his name. So Soobin did what he had to do.. he pulled you up by your hair now in a new position that felt even better than the others. You started whining again as he used one of his hands to make you bounce on his cock while his other hand gently pressed around your neck

“F-fuck! Soobin!! ‘m close!!” You whimpered loudly

“Shhh you loud girl” He whispered in your ear before he shoves 2 of his big fingers into your mouth. “Be a good girl and suck okay doll?” You obviously obeyed and sucked on the two of his fingers which quieted down your whimpers and moans

“Such a g-good fucking girl for me taking my cock nd your p-perfect pussy made for my cock hm? All mine yeah? Let me cum inside?” He grunts loudly as you just nod

“Mhm! All y-yours!! Please cum inside me bin!!”

Soobin smirked as he done one last thrust up into your pussy and let his hot load into you pussy as you clench round him and squirt.

“Holy shit princess you have to do that again but on my face yeah?”

EEEEE I HOPE YOU LIKE IT!!! I TRIED MY HARDEST SINCE THIS IS MY FIRST DRABBLE??? OR IS IT TOO SHORT OR TOO LONG TO BE A DRABBLE😭

ALSO IM GUESSING YOU MEANT THIS SOOBIN

Feel free to reblog!!

#txt hard hours #txt hard thoughts #txt smut #txt imagines #soobin smut #soobin hard hours #soobin hard thoughts #Yuri writes!!#Yuri✨Inbox #idk what to put #anon ask

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emmyrosee · 1 year

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WELP! THIS IS SO CUTEEE 👀💞

https://www.instagram.com/reel/CqPdjRoA6rT/?igshid=ZWU2MTYxZTY=

soooo, who do you think among the hq boys with their son would be like thiisss??

*anywaayyss, i personally think that this would be rin and atsumu 😁

AHHHHHHH THIS IS SO CUTE- but this got suggestive bc I needed it for the content minors pls skip this one 😭

also cheating a lil bc in my dad au Rin has a son so… sue me BDJSBSOSN-

But if this ISNT suna, I’ll eat my hat.

Bc I just KNOW that Rintaro is the worst instigator in the damn world, and because his dad is so cOoL or something, Akito wants to be just like him too. He’s very much a daddy’s boy, has been since he was a new born, and as much as you don’t want to admit it, the sight is damn cute.

Until it’s not.

Rin’s always been… open, with his affections, everything from cute to suggestive, but thankfully he tries to do the former more than the latter. Things like holding your hand, you soon feel Akito’s tiny fingers grip yours. A kiss to your cheek, Akito wants to do the same thing to your other cheek. Feeding you a bite of food, a chubby hand brings a fistful of food to your lips.

What yourself and Rin forget to remember is that he does pick up so easily. And sometimes that does more harm than good.

Making dinner tonight was supposed to be fine. Until Rintaro slinks up behind you with other intentions.

“Smells great in here,” he purrs, still gripping the meat of your ass in his fingers, and you sink your teeth into your lip as you bite back a breathless scold. “Always can’t wait to have a taste, momma.”

“You’re feral,” You say, but he leans in for a kiss that you happily give him, giving you one more small smack that has you smirking softly.

“Just lookin’ so good doing basic things… so glad you decided to wife me up.”

You roll your eyes with a small laugh, “you practically begged me to do it, I- AIYE!”

A small, open palmed hand smacks against your ass, making you reel away in shock, your knees folding slightly as you try to keep yourself away from the now tiny offending hand. Both of your faces drop before you both lean over to look at your son, who’s smiling up at you.

“AKITO!” You yell in shock.

“Hedo, mumma!”

Doesn’t hold quite the same emotions as when Rintaro purred it.

You see your husband snort loudly in his palm, which is of course followed by your son’s chubby hand doing a similar action, and you give Rintaro a look of pure rage when he’s now fully laughing, gripping his sides as he gawfs. “Can I get some help here, Rintaro!”

“Oof, full name huh?” He says, finally catching his breath. He gets down on one knee and playfully beckons Akito with crooking fingers, the three year old toddling over giggly. “Now why’d you do that, dude?”

“Watch do, dadda!”

You groan aloud in the air, knowing this will only spark a new game between them because Rintaro takes everything to a next step before he steps in and says “hey, just so you know, we don’t smack other people’s asses.”

Dickhead.

Instead, it becomes to your two children dashing around you as you chop vegetables on the counter- your eldest, being of 25 years old, doing one thing, then your two year old copying him.

Kissing you, once again patting your butt, feeding you a bit of your chopped vegetables, all until Rin tries to pick you up, and when Akito cannot succeed, he decides to plant a surprisingly hearty smack on your leg.

“Ow!” You whine, your hand coming down to rub at your leg. This, apparently, snaps Akito out of his game, turning to face you with wide eyes that watch you gently try to sooth the stinging.

“Hurt mumma?”

You look at him softly through your lashes, “a little bit, bud,” you smile. “This is why we don’t hit people. It can hurt them sometimes.”

“I sorry, mumma,” he mumbles, placing an open mouthed kiss to your stinging thigh. You giggle and lean down to scoop him in your arms, hoisting him up onto your hip and kissing his cheek.

“It’s okay, handsome,” you assure, resting your head against his for eye contact, which he delivers. “Just want to be like daddy, huh?”

He nods eagerly, whole body jouncing happily, “wanna gib mumma dadda love!” Rintaro opens his mouth, but you shut him up with a glare. “Daddy love mumma, I wanna love mumma!” You chuckle and plant a kiss to his nose, then quick pressed all over his face which had him giggling and writhing softly. “Mummaaaa!”

“Hey, gettin’ a little jealous over here!” Rin teases with a pout. You give him another playful glare, which is then copied by Akito, and you chuckle softly as Rin flashes you his biggest set of puppy eyes. You stalk over to him and lean in, and when he leans forward too, you blow him a huge raspberry which has him reeling back. “You’re such a shit!”

His eyes fly open and widen once he realizes. Your jaw slacks again as you try to ignore the fact that in your peripheral, you see your son trying to articulate the word.

It flies from his lips soon after, and you wince at the new letter in his vocabulary. You drop your head in defeat before turning back towards the vegetables, “here baby, help me with dinner okay?” You say to your boy, which has him bouncing excitedly. “Daddy’s going to be sleeping on the couch tonight, isn’t he?”

“Yeah!” He chirps. Rintaro bites his lip, trying to think of damage control. When he can’t think of any, he cowers to the living room, invisible tail tucked between his legs.

Were you really that mad? No, you’re more impressed it took you both three years to finally say a curse word.

Would you have immense joy watching Rintaro paw for your forgiveness?

Hell yeah.

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actualbird · 8 months

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HI!!! i wanted to ask ur opinion on how the nxx boys sneeze 😭 it was a hilarious thought because i was trying to sleep when suddenly i heard my dad make the loudest, most disruptive sneeze ever and i thought "thats so funny lol WAIT what if the tot boys sneezed".

i generally think the tot boys would be more "a-chooooo...." rather than a nuclear explosion but i need ur opinion. HOW WOULD THEY SNEEZE!!??

scream omfg i love this ask and i remember i actually talked about this with @samsspambox once forever ago so, without further ado

how the nxx boys sneeze

vyn: sneezes normal but my god he's super sensitive to allergies and, most of all, Pollen. which is hell, given that he loves to garden. but his easy workaround is just to wear a mask, and that usually saves him when hes working on his own garden. but come Pollen Season, and all the plants and trees spewing particles into the air, and hes a nose-clogged sneezy mess. his students know that when it's pollen season to not piss him off because he will be so cranky from all the sneezing and also the horrid feeling of only having one nostril unobstructed

artem: sneezes the Loud Dad Sneeze. he is the disruptive sneezer, the nuclear explosion. he is sneezing like how a lion roars deeply to establish its territory lines, except artem isnt a literal lion and does not do this on purpose. his sneezes are LOUD. the type of loud that makes people want to ask artem if hes okay afterwards cuz it's so loud it seemed like it dislodged a rib or something. it's immensely comical, given artem's usual quiet nature, that his sneezes are a force of nature. he could sneeze in his office and people all the way over in the pantry would hear it. he is, and i cannot stress this enough, so fucking embarrassed about it.

marius: the sneeze that keeps wanting to happen but Doesnt happen. you know, the cliffhanger sneeze, the sneezes that are like "ah...aaAAAHH...AAAAAAAHH—" and then the resulting "choo" doesnt happen. and this Not Happening just Keeps Happening. it's agonizing. marius will start a sneeze at 9:55am but the Conclusion Of The Sneeze only happens by 10:03am, once hes already in a meeting with the board of directors. how unsightly, he KNOWS, but the worst part really is the sheer anticipation. what marius would GIVE to have a normal sneeze.

luke: the tiniest kitten sneeze on the planet, and always 6 times consecutively in a row MINIMUM. back during the NSB Days(TM), the fearsome Agent Raven arrived at the training class he handles with a slight cold, saying he'll just monitor and teach and give pointers while socially distanced. the trainees were so scared cuz "wow, hes still coming in even when hes sick, how TERRIFYINGLY DEDICATED, to be expected from the FEARSOME AGENT RAVEN." and then luke steps back and grabs a piece of tissue, obviously rearing for a sneeze, and the trainees thought "oh i bet his sneeze is the Loud Disruptive one, just like his own scary fighting skills, to be expected from the FEARSOME AGENT RAVE—" and then

it's the smallest, cutest sneeze. one after the other. and another. and another. it was like hearing a squeaky dog toy get squeezed several times vigorously. it was like how you'd assume a pixie sneezes. it was like the sound sprinkles and pink bubbles would make if those could sneeze.

once luke is done with his consecutive sneezes (that, for the life of him, he could not stop) he promptly death-glares at the trainees and they all agree to Never Bring It Up.

but the consecutive kitten sneezes still follow luke through his life and all the way up to, yep, the nxx team being able to witness it

mc: awww, it's been so long since ive seen your cute sneeze!!

luke, nose clogged: it's [sneeze] not cute! [sneeze]

marius: it's so cute, i think my heart is melting

luke: shut [sneeze] up!

marius: AAAWWW, is the big bad agent having some twouble? >:3

luke: dont you f[sneeze]ucking patronize [sneeze] me!

mc: do you need more tissue?

luke: PLE[sneeze]ASE

#tears of themis #tears of themis headcanon #vyn richter #artem wing #marius von hagen #luke pearce #im a consecutive sneezer but not tiny kitten sneezes just normal consecutive #asks #anon

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ieirislover · 2 months

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Joel Miller, The Giver

joel miller x fem!reader

this started out as a part of a series i wanted to start, but i got lazy and never really wrote the actual story 😭 ive never written smut or ff so i apologize if its bad.

warnings: nsfw content, descriptions of sex, oral sex (f receiving), pwp (literally no plot at all), come eating, kissing, making out, grinding, dry humping, fingering, overstimulation, mentions of blowjobs

word count: ≈1.7k

this isnt proofread so i apologize if there are any mistakes.

He trails his calloused fingers up your sternum, then to your collarbones. It’s a small act, but it feels so… intimate. You shift your gaze up to meet his eyes only to be met with his curved brows and parted lips.

He’s so pretty.

Is all that goes through your mind as you trace his face with your eyes. His almond shaped eyes, skin tanned by the hot Texas sun, subtle patches of freckles covering his cheeks and nose, his bushy brows and pink, plush lips. You just want to bite them. Mark him. Make him yours. The distance between your lips gets smaller and smaller, to the point where his breath reaches your nose, minty and fresh. You hold back a giggle at the mental image of him brushing his teeth before meeting you, maybe wondering if he knew this was going to happen. Wondering if he fantasizes about you as much as you fantasize about him.

You finally close the distance and lock your lips with his.

It feels unreal. Every heartbreak you’ve dealt with before seems worth it to have him in your arms, lips locked with yours. There’s so much need in the kiss, both of you gradually getting more and more desperate. Eventually coming up for air, you both make eye contact, panting, pupils blown.

He’s now the one to take initiative, his hands grabbing your cheeks in an instant and pulling you back towards him. Your stomach is fluttering with such intense need and want for him that it feels like you’ll explode. You’re sure that if you don’t get some sort of release soon that you definitely will.

Your grinding has gotten harder, and you’re surprised that you feel this good from not even touching his bare skin. As you pull away from the kiss, he takes notice of the string of saliva connecting both of your lips. He can’t help but grow harder as he takes in the image of you on top of him, eyes blown, hair slightly tussled, lips wet and puffy from kissing.

“So pretty, baby.” You hear him say before he dives into your nape, open-mouthed and marking you in an instant.

It feels euphoric as he sucks your pulse point and you grind down harder into him in order to alleviate the continuous throbbing between your thighs.

“Please, Joel.”

He makes his marks trail down your neck from your collarbones to your cleavage. His eyes look into yours, silently asking for permission to go further. You nod as you feel his thumbs tease your nipples over the fabric of your blouse. He then moves his hands to your waist and lowers his mouth over your blouse onto your nipples, now erect from the exclusive attention he’s given them. He mouths over the fabric, darkening the fabric with his saliva.

Its hot to see him so invested in you and the both of you haven’t even taken off your clothes yet.

You hastily unhook your hands from his curly locks and begin to unbutton his flannel. Your hands are so shaky, your entire body thrumming with need, and he clasps onto them, steadying them.

“Lemme help, baby.” His voice is low and raspy and you swear its impossible to be any wetter than you are right now.

He places your hands on your thighs that are sitting on his, and begins to unbutton his flannel.

“You d’yours too, sweetheart.” He says quietly into your ear, the hairs on the back of your neck standing up immediately and your eyes squinting in pleasure at the mere tone of his words. You lift off your blouse, immediately wishing you’d picked a better bra to impress him with, but its Joel. He doesn’t care. He just needs you.

His stomach, only occasionally being visible to you when he lifts up his t-shirt to wipe the sweat off his forehead while mowing, is finally visible and you can only drool at the image in your head of where his trail of chestnut locks on his soft belly lead down to.

Before you can salivate any longer at the idea of his happy trail or length of his dick, he grabs your waist and his thumbs stroke the skin by your ribs. Your head leans back in comfort and pleasure and Joel takes this as the opportunity to suck more marks into your neck. At this rate, you’re surprised theres any room on your upper body for him to leave any more hickeys but as usual, he proves you wrong.

Your hands find purchase in his hair yet again and his body begins to shift off the couch.

“W’na take this to the bedroom, baby. G’na treat you right.” He asks states, and you swear his eyes are black.

Your only response is a moan and a frantic nod, as you feel arousal pumping through your veins.

Good enough for me. Joel thinks.

—

You both stumble into his bedroom, tongues intertwined, and he immediately guides you to his king-sized bed.

It doesn’t take long for Joel to flip you onto your back on his bed, gently pushing your chest down. You lay flat on his bed, craning your neck up to continue kissing him. His kisses get slower and slower and they get lower and lower on your stomach. You can feel the pressure of his suck getting harsher. You’re somehow wetter. His lips trail down and down until they get to the button of your jeans. His eyes look up for approval once again and you swear your heart skips a beat. He’s so kind, even when he’s in bed.

He unbuttons your jeans and zips them down and god, do you wish that you wore something easier to take off. Or less tight. He’s patient when you lift your back so he can slip off the jeans and his eyes immediately attach to your black panties.

He revels in the image of your slick seeping through your underwear and it’s like at this moment your thoughts are confirmed.

Joel Miller is 100% a giver.

It’s quiet. But you definitely heard it.

He lets out a moan, a moan, at the mere sight of you wet for him. His lips trail down the fabric and begin to lightly apply pressure to your clit through the thin layer separating him from you.

Your head whips back at the subtle intrusion and you thank the lord for not getting whiplash. You let out a loud, long, moan, one that intrigues Joel; one that eggs him on. He applies more pressure to your slick-coated panties and you cannot believe how you’re this close to coming already.

He grabs your hands from gripping the sheets and moves them to his hair, keeping a steady, slower pace with his tongue as he continues to tease you through the fabric.

“Joel.. Please.” You say, embarrassingly desperate.

“Aww. Is it not enough, babygirl?”

You bite back a moan at the pet name and your back arches closer to his face.

“Pretty please.. Please Joel.” You say again, even more desperate.

He’s silent for a beat and you see a smirk etch itself onto his lips.

“Whatever you want, sweetheart.”

In an instant, his fingers begin to slide your panties off and his breath stutters when he sees the string of slick still connecting your pussy to your panties.

“Christ, you’re wet. You ever been treated like this, baby? Or d’you just like me that much.” He teases and you’re sure you’d find his playfulness more charming if you weren’t so close to coming right now.

“Come on, Joel.” You whine.

He scoffs and playfully rolls his eyes as he takes your thighs and wraps his biceps around them. He takes his thumbs to spread you open, and he sure is taking his time considering he stops every five seconds to relish in the fact you’re practically gushing for him.

Finally, he takes his tongue and swipes it through your slick folds, causing you to moan loudly at the touch. His strokes get faster and faster, as he starts to indulge in your wetness, almost as if this is more pleasuring for him than for you. You’re dangerously close to coming but still can’t seem to get quite over the edge and Joel must be a mind reader as he unhooks one of his arms from your legs and begins to tease your hole with his middle finger.

You moan louder at the pressure as he slowly eases his finger in, lubricating itself in your arousal. Before you know it, he’s easing in his pointer into your pussy and the slight stretch around his girthy fingers feels absolutely divine.

You let out a scream-like moan when Joel easily finds your g-spot. And like some sort of expert, he massages it, almost like he’s coaxing your orgasm to come closer and closer. His tongue and fingers speed up and as his fingers reach a fast, delicious pace, his lips latch around your clit.

You feel your climax start to sneak up on you, your clit throbbing around Joel’s wet tongue, and walls clenching around his slick digits. You swear you see stars when a shock bolts through your spine, sending white hot pleasure throughout your entire body. Letting out an embarrassingly loud moan, you come, and you feel Joel’s tongue continuously lap up your spend.

He lets you ride out the aftershocks on his fingers as he still licks you open. It starts to tickle, the overstimulation, causing your thighs to start closing. He lightly keeps them open with one hand, tutting at you, almost as if you were inconveniencing him. Once he’s gotten his fill of lapping up your spend, he trails kisses from your stomach towards your neck.

“Y’did so good for me, baby. Such a good girl.” He whispers in your ear and you lightly clench around his fingers once again.

You feel exhausted from your orgasm and as much as you want to suck his dick and give this man everything he’s ever wanted and more, you’re asleep.

#joel miller headcanons #joel miller hcs #joel miller smut #joel miller #joel tlou #tlou #tlou smut #joel miller is a munch #pedro pascal #joel miller hbo

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svnnysidez · 5 months

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eunseok nsfw alphabet

minors dni!

a=aftercare: he runs a bath for you, he knows he takes a lot out of you when you have sex so he makes sure to pamper you afterwards

b=body part: his favorite body part on himself are his hands. he loves his hands, more the hand prints that he leaves on your ass from how hard he slaps it. his favorite body part on you is your ass, he looovveess doggy so much because he can see the way your butt jiggles when his hips slap against it. loves leaving hand prints on your butt esp when he knows you'll be in a bikini the next day so the prints will be on display

c=cum: cums on ur ass and back and thighs, he isnt really a big fan of cumming inside of you honestly but he loves painting your skin with his cum

d=dirty secret: he LOVES when you pull his hair when hes eating you out, and just in general, he would never admit it bcs he knows you would make fun of him for sounding like a bottom

e=experience: hes pretty experienced, i wouldnt say his body count is through the roof but its not zero, he knows what he likes, and he also knows what you like and thats all the matters to him

f=favorite position: like i said before he loves doggy, or anything to do with ur ass being in the air, loves the way your ass jiggles

g=goofy: i wouldnt say hes "goofy" but i wouldnt say hes like serious either. but ig hes "serious" in this situation, hes not like cracking jokes or anything, ig you're the funny one bcs hes fucking you silly

h=hair: hes not like completely shaved down, but hes def trimmed, keeps the hair short bcs if ur sucking his dick he doesnt want his bush to get in your mouth he thinks its gross

i=intimacy: he is not super intimate, he will have intimate sex with you if its like your anniversary or something but its mostly rough

j=jack off: he doesnt masterbate like, ever, why should he if he has someone whos willing to do it for him whenever 😁

k=kink: impact play, loves slapping you around, slapping your ass, your face, your tits, and you love it as much as he does

l=location: hes not really a big fan of doing it anywhere besides the bedroom, but like if yall are watching a movie on the couch yall will do it there

m=motivation: he loves when you wear short skirts, or shorts, or anything that shows off your ass. he always tells you its only for him though, if you wear stuff like that around the guys he'll kill the guys for looking at you and then you for wearing it around them

n=no: doing anything with the other members, hes made it very clear that he would never include them in yalls sex life (not that you need it) he just thinks it should be between the two of you and no one else has to be involved

o=oral: goes both ways, he loves when you suck him off but he also loves eating you out, like he cannot choose which one he likes more

p=pace: fast and rough‼️ you can probably only count on one hand how many times you've had slow sex with eunseok

q=quickie: LOVEESSS quickies, since his schedule is so packed he can barely fit you in so when he can he makes the very most of it

r=risks: takes risks sometimes, not without asking you first ofc, he always says hes down to try anything once

s=stamina: he has so much stamina lord its crazy, he gets so hard so fast after cumming its crazy. he can probably go for 7 rounds without stopping 😭

t=toys: he doesnt really use toys, he doesnt think him or you will benefit from it

u=unfair: oh hes such a tease, he can do it forever without getting tired of it

v=volume: he doesnt really make sounds, he does talk dirty tho, calls you names like slut, whore etc,

w=wild card: when he first met you he thought you were the prettiest person ever, like genuinely he had never seen anyone like you before. he saw your pretty makeup, your eyelashes batting, and he knew he just wanted to ruin you, wanted to make your pretty makeup smear, have your long eyelashes wet with tears. and thats what he did, he had you screaming his name under him and that was just the first round.

x=xray: hes about 8" and hes pretty girthy, bro is not messing around with his cock 🥲

y=yearning: he doesnt think abt the act of having sex, he thinks about you in general more, just about how pretty you are, and then that gets him going

z=zzz: he doesnt fall asleep that quickly, he usually lets you fall asleep before him

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#riize #riize x reader smut #eunseok #eunseok smut #eunseok x reader #kpop x reader smut #kpop x reader #kpop smut #kpop #svnnysidez createsఌ

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takasgf · 1 year

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Truffle salt and Fleur De Sel for the ask game ♥️♥️🌻 I hope your taking care <33

Hewwo :3 Thank you so much for the ask!! 🌟

truffle salt - what is the best gift your f/o has ever given you?

I can answer this question in two ways. Firstly, a "physical" gift (at least as physical an imaginary object from my daydreams could be) from him that I treasure with my entire heart would be flowers. I love thinking about him giving me flowers, either to celebrate something, or simply because he thought about me... But the actual gift that I might never be able to thank him for, would be his love and care. Very cheesy, I know, but I see it as the best gift I could ever have. His existence in my life (both fictional in Frog's case, and the real one in my case) has helped me every single day. He is the gift. He makes me feel so lucky to be alive and know him!!! His smile, his hugs, his encouraging words, literally all the things that make him him are enough for me to feel happy and comfortable with our relationship. I'm thankful for him saving my life pretty much.

fleur de sel - if you could travel anywhere with your f/o, where would it be and why?

Serious answer: Any trip in nature, in a place that isnt overly cold, so we could have picnics outside comfortably. I dont have a preference for a specific place. It could be on a beach, in a park, in a forest or on a literal field and I'd enjoy it quite a lot. Okay I lied, the field does sound like the nicest place to have a picnic at (a sunflower field... oh gosh.. (つ﹏<。)), but anywhere is appreciated.

Silly answer: I WANT TO SIT ON A CLOUD WITH HIM😭!!!!!! so much. I know its literally just air but i want to be there and lay down on the cloud and look at the sky with him from even closer. Ishigeru will soon enough start investing in a plane. Or a hot air baloon. Or they could just borrow the Saya-copter (the M.aizono themed helicopter put together by her team for advertising purposes) (i made this all up)

I hope you are taking care too🍀!!! Sending hugs!🫂❤❤❤

#ishigeru

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all-hallows-evie · 2 years

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Summary: Something in the woods has taken Omega and Tech is the only one around who can get her back.

Warnings: THIS IS MY FIRST SMUT PIECE EVER! so there's the first thing to be wary of, lol! Mentions of blood, the occult, swearing, mentions of virgin! Tech. Slight non-con, oral Sex (f receiving), PinV sex (i don't have anything clever to say just be safe out there guys this is fantasy), creampie (?), dark imagery. PLEASE LET ME KNOW IF I LEFT ANYTHING OUT.

Rating: E, NSFT, 18+, KIDDOS GTFO THIS ISNT FOR YOU - explicit, sorry Tech 😭

Wordcount: 5,129 (drabbles I dont know her)

A/N: This didn't start as a smut fic, this started out as a "You know who i would love to have an unexplainable supernatural experience? Tech. Cuz it would blow his little analytical mind." And then it escalated. Again this is my first smut fic and I decided to make it harder on myself by not making it an xReader too...*sigh*. Seriously, send letters of condolence to @ashotofspotchka who had to deal with me during this whole ordeal. Im sorry if it sucks, but its my first and thats the excuse I'm going to run with 🤣🤣🤣

It isn't the darkness.

It isn't the ink dark shadow all around that swallows the flames of the fire as soon as the branches start to burn...

No, that isn't what is causing the strange unease that crawls up the back of Tech’s legs and whispers up his spine, tiny and prickling. It's a cold whisper of a spider building web up the jagged bones of his back. He shivers even though the air is thick and warm…

No, it's not the darkness, it’s the silence that has fallen over the camp.

The sound of his every breath is gone, swallowed by the same murky darkness that is currently hard at work smothering the light of the flames.

He’s never found himself in a forest as still as this. He can’t stand the silence, he turns back to the Marauder, dark and foreboding, only its sharp wings manage to cut through the darkness with the weak sparks of the fire, “Omega?!”

The words leave his lips but they don't echo like they should. He stands from where he is sitting cowered close to the fire, “Omega?!” He calls again as he holds back a frustrated swear when the girl doesn’t appear in the doorway of the ship. He tries to shake the sudden sick feeling at the bottom of his gut.

There is nothing to be afraid of, his inner voice begins, the lack of sound is most likely due to the gravity of the planet. He chides himself for letting his mind wander to a place he hasn’t explored since he was a child.

The little blonde figure in the doorframe startles him half to death, “There you are!” His fear is quickly replaced with anger and annoyance, “I’ve been calling for ages!”

“Sorry Tech,” She rubs at her eyelids that droop heavy with unfinished sleep, tufts of her hair stick out at strange angles as she yawns.

He sighs, her sleepy face makes it hard to stay annoyed for long, “I didn’t know you were sleeping.” he begins his apology.

“Is everyone back?”

He shakes his head, Hunter, Wrecker and Echo have been gone for what feels like hours now, having left them alone to repair the ship, but the growing darkness makes it impossible to work long, “No, not yet. I was just worried.”

“About what?” She asks, slowly perking up as sleep slips from her.

“I didn’t know where you had g-”

“Do you hear that?” She turns to the woods, eyes focused on something hidden by the darkness.

Tech bites the inside of his lip and listens, when he hears nothing he looks down to her, “Omega there isn’t anything out-”

“There it is again!” She yelps as she hops from the ramp, slipping through his grasp, and right for the edge of the woods where the firelight can no longer reach. The place where the leaves stop shimmering in the wind. She is there one moment and then in the next, she is gone. Grabbed by the very woods themselves.

Tech is frozen into place, unable to make his feet move until she is gone, “Omega!” He tries to follow behind her, he scrambles into the darkness, he leaps into the darkness of the forest and runs as hard as he can even as the path stretches out ahead of him but, keeping him just out of reach the trees. He grits his teeth and wills his legs to push him farther, not stopping until his shoulder pauldron finally scrapes roughly against the bark of a tree as he runs past.

The same, thick silence follows him, only thin slices of light from the moon dot the cluttered forest floor where roots curl into gnarled knots. They snatch at his heels as he calls out for Omega and almost bring him tumbling down face first into the void below, if only for every instinct in his body that warns him

Don't fall

We won't come back up if we fall.

It repeats in his head, over and over, growing louder and louder as he fights his way through the forest.

“It all looks the same, it all looks the same.” He hears himself muttering, trying to drown out the cries all around him: DON'T FALL, DON'T FALL, WE DONT COME BACK IF WE FALL until he can’t take it anymore, “Omega!”

His legs give out as he skids to a stop into a clearing, his knee armor scraping against small rocks and twigs all washed in a deep orange glow from a bonfire burning high on one side. He rips his helmet off of his head as everything inside his belly (the few ration bars and water) rushes up his throat and onto the ground beneath him.

Once his coughing has subsided, the sounds he was missing come rushing back, the roar of the bonfire, his own choking gasps as he retches once more and tries to catch his breath at the same time.

The laughing.

The forest is full of laughing all around him and beside him. He wipes away the acrid foam from his mouth and tries to clear his eyes as the laughing gets clearer, and moves from all around to beside him. The figures watch him from a distance, outlined by the roaring fire behind them as its flames tower high, he curses at his fogged lenses for making him vulnerable when he needs them most.

The laughter dies down into quiet giggles, as one of the figures calls out to him, it’s a woman's voice but without his helmet to translate, Tech is unsure of what they call out to him.

He shakes his head, unable to clear the burn from his throat quite yet.

The woman clears her throat and calls out to him again, the words jumble together in his mind as though he can almost understand them, but they still don’t quite sound right, it’s gibberish in his brain. His lenses clear just enough so that he can see the group of women watching him from afar, eyes glimmering, hair wild and unkempt like the forest around them. Shapeless forms in dark cloaks surrounding the fire. It’s enough, as long as he can see their faces, he pulls his Deecees from their place on either side of his thighs and aims at the one in the center, “Where’s the girl?!” His voice is hoarse, he struggles to hold back a cough after every word.

The giggles erupt into laughter again.

“Girl?” comes the response and he trains his sights on the woman standing near the front, “A girl in the woods?”

“Y-yes.” He stutters as he pushes himself back up to standing, sights never leaving the spot between the woman’s dark eyes, her hair an impossible red only matched by the smoldering branches behind her, “She ran here, small, no more than ten.”

The woman falls silent, her eyebrows knit together into a thin crease between her brow, “No child can outrun the beast in these woods.”

“I was right behind her-”

“And the beast ahead.” The woman replies, “It calls to children in a voice we will never hear, like the siren songs on the moons of Iego.”

He grips his pistols harder, “Where is she?! I need to find her!”

“You cannot find her.”

“Then the beast you speak of, where can I find it?

“You cannot find the beast as you have nothing it wants.”

One of the women in the back mutters something under her breath and a chorus of laughter follows.

“What does the beast want?”

The woman smirks, “Innocence.”

He swallows hard but the knot in his throat refuses to move, "what kind of innocence?"

In the light of the fire her grin seems much more menacing as it cuts through the soft part of her cheek, "all kinds, but it covets innocence that it can take for its own most of all." Her dark eyes fall down to his waist and wolfish fangs peek from behind her lips as her grin becomes a hungry smile.

There’s no denying the innocence she can smell, even from under his armor.

“W-will mine do?” He can feel the heat rise to his cheeks, never having had to admit it out loud, much less in front of a crowd who seems only moments away from pouncing.

The group falls into silence, only the crackle of the fire echoes around them as her gaze rakes up his form until she meets his gaze, “Only the beast can decide.” She replies as she turns away. With that simple movement the other figures approach him, each tugs at the ties for their cloaks, letting them fall down their shoulders to pool at each other's feet. A sea of flesh of every color approaches him cautiously as he drops his weapons to the ground.

When he looks up he is met by hungry hands reaching out to grasp every part of him, slipping under the edges of his armor to peel him out from under the plates with a skill he is about to question but gentle hands cradle his jaw and quiet his growing list of concerns with plush lips pressed against his own.

The last piece of his armor clatters to the forest floor, piled into a messy mound around his feet as he’s pulled closer to the edge of the forest, the darkness cold against his skin as his blacks are pulled off of his frame, revealing his skin bit by bit. Their hands are warm as they curl against his body, gently pulling him out of what’s left of his under armor, the warmth of it’s fabric quickly replaced by the warmth of their palms, or their own flesh.

Under the darkness of the forest he’s unsure of how many of them surround him, unable to see anything besides the occasional sparkle of moonlight in someone’s eyes. He hiccups in surprise as a brazen soul takes it upon themselves to lick a hot stripe from up the side of his chest before circling his nipple.

There is another chorus of laughter all around him as he shudders but he doesn't have time to get annoyed as another tongue joins the first on his other side and warm mouths attach themselves to other parts of his skin, down his back, and on his wrists. The one that nibbles at top of his thigh is the one that finally makes him cry out, his cock half hard as he grinds against his hidden captors, wanting friction in the one area where they have all but ignored.

Any shyness he may have been feeling is replaced by molten heat and a need he can't put words to. It's not the familiar ache that he's dealt with in the past, sometimes with a few quick strokes in his bunk or in the shower in the barracks, this was deep in his bones. A need as strong as a gasp of air after being underwater.

"Fuck, please-" he whimpers before he can stop himself, his voice is needy and pathetic and unfamiliar in his own ears.

Hands wrap around his throat as some of the voices around him coo, and shush him, trying to quiet his needy cries. Lips meet his and he claws at the flesh around him in desperation, needing more, wanting more, but not getting enough air in his lungs to ask for it, to scream for it.

"Give it your innocence." Someone purrs into his ear.

"What?" He barely manages to choke out as his fingers dip into an unseen mouth, a hot velvet tongue slides between his fingers and his mind goes blank.

"Call out to the beast-"

"Call out!"

"Offer it your Innocence!"

The logical side of his brain fights with every sensation assaulting the rest of him, none of this makes sense, there is no creature in the darkness holding Omega, there is a logical explanation for all of this!

He struggles to get his bearings, but loses the battle almost immediately as fingernails press hard into his skin, scratching lines and symbols into the flesh of his thighs and across his belly, hard enough to break skin with a smoldering burn. His cries grow more desperate as hands ghost over his chest, he twists in their grasp, desperate for anything but his whimpers and whines go unanswered as the hands all around him push him down onto the floor of the forest. The leaves on the ground stick to his skin in patches of cold against his heated skin.

The creatures around him pin him in place, the shadows obscure them from his sight, for all he knows they have twisted themselves into strange monsters under the cover of dark. Long fingernails pinch against his skin and silence falls around him again. Hidden hands cover his mouth before he has the chance to speak, the silence so dense it makes his ears buzz. In the corner of his vision he swears he sees something shift, but it's pitch black and the movement is low to the ground, lower than any of the branches around him. Hands may hold his body still all around but it’s panic that grips him around the throat, there is an animal out there and he can feel it coming closer, he can feel its eyes before he can even see them, raking up his body, laid bare.

His blood runs cold and painfully hot at the same time as it approaches, slow and lumbering in its ancient gait. Twigs creak loudly before they snap in half, something unseen brushes against dying bark of old trees, scraping them clean with every pass.

Trap! This was a trap!

He struggles but the hands hold him tight against the ground like the gnarled tree roots around him. His chest rises and falls wildly, the only part of him not held down as he waits, dread fills up any available spaces between his ribs and in his belly, amid all of this terror his cock is still painfully hard as it curves up against his thigh.

“We’ve protected you all we can, offer it your innocence before it rips you in two.” The sound is close to his ear but he could have sworn there was no one beside him. The hands on his mouth slip away along with the tight grip around his body, he misses them immediately as the chill of the darkness replaces their warmth.

The Old One. The words appear in his mind seemingly on their own.

He sits up, trying to put some space between himself and whatever was creeping closer in the darkness. The other women are gone, the warmth of their skin and the hungry sparkle of their eyes nowhere to be seen. He swallows harshly as the creature continues to approach.

He slips, the slick dew on the leaves below him causing him to flail helplessly for a moment as he struggles to pull his body away from the darkness and into one of the tiny pinpricks of moonlight that seep through the dense canopy above.

It’s still too dim to make out much of anything but as his vision adjusts he can start to make out the glyphs that have been scratched on to his skin, all over the inside of his thighs and up his belly and across his ribs, the marks are dark, mud mixed with beads of his own blood in places where their nails sliced his skin deeply.

Breathless, but slightly comforted by the intricate swirls and jagged lines across his body he finds his voice, “My innocence for the girl!” He squeaks out. He swears, clears his throat and tries again, “Old One, I give my innocence for the girl you stole from me.”

The forest falls silent again as the creature comes to a stop right at the edge of the light, until all Tech can hear are it’s heavy breaths.

He sits there in silence, eyes scanning the place where the creature must be standing, waiting for his eyes to adjust to the inky darkness all around. After a few moments a jagged outline appears, a thick coarse fur draped over a tall figure, pale streaks in the fur slowly start to make themselves known, the shapes becoming a bit more familiar with every passing moment until he’s certain of what they are. The figure is draped in bones from animals he’s yet to see inside these woods.

He wants to be afraid with every fibre of his being, he wants to get up and run back to the safety of the bonfire, but Omega…He couldn’t leave her out here with this thing.

It feels as if the forest begins to speak in a language much older than any of the trees, a thick and rolling growl all around him with words he can’t fully make out.

...blood…

...bind…

...an oath…

...in return…

He lets the words sink in, waiting for them to become clear like they had with the women before, and once he calms his over analytical mind and closes his eyes, the growls become words, less monstrous and more melodic as the voice becomes clear

“I take of blood and bone and bind your innocence to me, an oath freely given, an oath collected, in return for the child.”

He opens his eyes and searches the darkness for the beast only to find the darkness nearly lifted as if the sun was beginning to rise, what was once dark and inky black is now almost deep blue.

He’s able to make out the rough mishmash of roughly hewn together furs of their thick cloak, the bones once frightening in the dark now beautiful as they glimmer softly, covered in patches of gold and sharp crumbles of jewels. He searches the deep hood for a face underneath the ghoulish costume but finds none. He swallows before he nods, “You have my oath, the child is mine.”

The deep hood falls first, it crumples down around her shoulders, her hair silver and pale when caught by the straining light. He thinks she is human, he tries to focus to study her face but it’s almost as if the shadows and the light have a life of their own as he is unable to make out any distinct features. Her face and the color of her flesh ever changing until they look like no one and everyone all at the same time. It hurts the longer he stares, his gaze falling further down her body as the thick furs slide off her skin and on to the ground.

The sting of the icy breeze is gone as he takes in her nude form. He knows, theoretically what a woman looks like, having seen depictions of them in famous pieces of art he would never experience for himself, and in a cold, medical, sterile sense he knows what he's signed up for, but the glow of her skin a mere arms length away freezes the synapses of his brain.

He sits up as she comes closer, his weight braced on his arms, "What...what are you?"

She tilts her head to one side, the shadows dance over her gaze and down her neck, spreading like purple and blue bruises down her ribs and across her belly.

"Do you have a name?" He feels his heart pound against his ribs and up the column of his throat. She comes to a stop just as his nose almost touches the skin of her lower belly, every breath bringing him that much closer. She smiles down at him, "I am older than names." She sighs, her voice melodic yet rattling like old bones that have long ago lost the marrow.

The heat from her skin spreads to his face, his eyes slowly making their way up her body until he meets her gaze, eyes dark like the night sky above them without the white of the moonlight. He breathes in her scent, fresh rain on already soaked dirt, masking the tang of a sweet undertone he knows well but can't place. Hes frozen again as she closes the space between them, his nose brushes the soft skin of her belly, his lips right above her slick heat. He closes his eyes, overwhelmed by her heat and the smell of her skin until a piece of his brain that he has buried deep down starts to surface again.

It's a side he refuses to indulge, finding it brutish and crude and completely unbecoming of someone who lacked the roguish good looks of his brothers or even some of the regs. It claws at him now, threatening to rip its way out of him one way or the other, but here in the darkness of the woods where no other soul could find him, he's finding it harder to keep this part of him at bay.

The smile on her lips as she watches the struggle behind his eyes isn't kind, it is knowing.

Let him out, the woods start to whisper again, a thin whisper that rustles the leaves.

The ache between his thighs, the heat bubbling under his skin and now the voices in his head, it cracks him open. With his face buried deep into the flesh of her belly his sharp intake of breath becomes a snarl, his hands grip at her back, pressing her tightly against his mouth.

His throat is dry, his tongue scratchy and rough feeling on the soft inside of his own mouth, Tech would have worried about hurting this strange creature but whatever the woods was turning him into gave no second thought as he drags that same dry tongue through her folds.

Blessed rainwater that soothes his thirst, it’s not sweet the way he’d heard it described before but it’s nothing like he’s tasted. His nose brushes against the bud of nerves at the peak of her as his tongue explores lower, he grunts in frustration, unable to quench the thirst that is building at the pit of his belly. He wants more, he needs more, but with her standing over him he’s denied any more room to explore the rest of her.

He pulls her down, using his own weight to bring this creature to her knees, she hovers over his chest, strings of his own spit mixed with her own growing arousal slowly drip on to his skin, threads of slick moonlight with the same sparkle as her hair. His body twists in a well practiced takedown, pinning her down against the ground in the same pile of fallen leaves where he had been not even moments before.

He grips at the soft flesh of her inner thighs, pushing her hips up until she lays open for his hungry gaze and greedy tongue. She may have been silent before, but this second onslaught of his tongue against her causes her breath to come out in small puffs and quiet mews as his tongue finds her opening.

He’s rough in his explorations, wanting to run his tongue over every new inch of her that he discovers, stopping only when her cries break their rhythm and grow more frantic. Her groans mix with his as he runs the tip of his tongue around her hardening peak, her thighs quiver under his hands in a weak attempt to move him from the sensitive part.

She reaches out, her fingers curling around the roots of his hair as she works him against her in a different rhythm. Her hips cant against him, pushing him back on his haunches enough to cause his cock to run against his thigh. He groans, eyes closed as he lets her use him, feeling her grow impossibly hot, her slick flowing down his chin as her cries grow more and more high pitched. Every cry makes his cock pulse until it's the only thing he feels. Relief from the searing pain between his thighs stops being a want and becomes a need, more than air, more than water, more than any hunger he has felt before. He needs to feel her soaking folds around him. So much so that he nearly misses as her muscles go taught, she cries into the woods with words unfamiliar to his ears as she comes against him.

He's torn, does he stay where he is, between her thighs to clean up this new mess he's created or does he obey the growls inside his mind that beg for more.

His hand traces a path down his belly, fingertips gliding over the slightly raised skin where his sigils still burn warm and down between his legs to wrap a hand around his cock, skin stretched painfully until it feels like he will burst, the tip starting to flush purple with need. He gives it a light tug and bites down a groan as his vision goes white and a hot streak of pleasure shoots through him, it leaves his skin crackling, coursing with little lightning bolts of pleasure. He bites into the side of her thigh, stifling his moans with her flesh as he fucks into his fist.

Her grip on his hair grows tighter and before he's able to edge himself a bit more she yanks him on to his back.

He goes to yell as the flash of pain brings him back from his place at the edge but her hand is wrapped against his throat, turning his cries into strangled gurgles. Her hips are perched right on his pelvis, his shaft pinned between her and his belly as she grinds against him slowly, teasingly. His hands are at her wrist, tearing at her to let him go, growling and gnashing like a wounded animal as she continues to toy with him.

She licks her lips, savoring every moment of Tech's agony, his nails cutting crescent moons into her arms as he loses himself to the beast he's kept hidden underneath a calm exterior.

Her hand wraps around him, slowly pumping him in rhythm with her hips until the dark purple head drips lazily with precum. Tech's eyes are squeezed shut, teeth bared in a snarl until she sinks down on to him, taking his entire throbbing length in one smooth tilt of her hips, not stopping till he's fully seated inside.

His eyes shoot open, mouth gaping as he tries to suck air into his paralyzed lungs. Everything that his body has been screaming for is fulfilled with every slow press of her hips against his, but he wants more, there has to be more. His hands abandon her wrist and instead he grabs hold of her hips, clawing into the flesh and yanking her violently down onto his cock, pushing deeper. He feels her tighten and flutter around him as he forces her to go faster. He ruts back up into her with every bounce, his mouth hangs open as he watches the way he disappears into her slick folds. The slap of wet skin and her moans ring in his ears and he knows he's close, his eyes shut as he tries to savor the delicious burn that's running through his veins, it tightens every muscle in his body and makes his heart pound behind his chest like peering over a high mountain top before leaping off.

He feels her hands move from his neck and down to claw at his belly, other hands join in, stroking every part of his skin exposed to the night sky, holding him tightly until he snaps. Pitching forward he comes inside her with a cry until he is spent.

He topples backwards bonelessly, hitting the ground with a muffled crack. The familiar sound of his helmet hitting the ground jolts him sober and he crawls up onto his hands and knees to see that he is back beside his campfire.

The Havoc Marauder stands in silence behind him, the ramp still open. A dim flickering light bounces off the walls inside, he scrambles to his feet, locating the source of the light as an incoming comm on one of the navigation consoles inside.

Keep Omega up, we've scored a hot meal.

Echo's comm signature signs off on the message.

“Omega.” Tech turns, preparing to search the entire ship to make sure she was safe. He doesn't have to look long; her wild blond hair peeks out from under the rough woven blankets on one of the racks. Lula’s chunky red legs hang out from under her head, serving as a makeshift pillow for the kid.

He taps her shoulder and waits until she stirs before he calls her name, “Omega, everyone will be back soon.”

She yawns and gives a sleepy grunt as a response before she sits up slowly, she pulls Lula close to her chest.

“-both of em are probably asleep by the looks of it!” Wrecker’s booming voice comes through loud and clear as the rest of the batch make their way to the small fire that was still roaring outside.

“Then let them sleep, more for us.” Echo chuckles, to which Wrecker makes a loud sound of approval.

Omega’s face breaks into a wide grin at the sound of the other batchers, “Food.” She hums happily as she hops out of the rack, “Come on Tech, before there's none left for us.”

He nods, watching her half in shock as she hurries down the ramp and towards the other batchers who greet her with friendly ribs about her sleep mussed hair.

Tech stands there, unsure of how to process the last bit of his memory.

Was this all some strange delusion brought on from exhaustion or dehydration…

He ducks into the tiny fresher of the Marauder, he peels off the plates that make up his chest piece and shoulder armor, leaving his wrist communicator and gauntlets for last. He peels off the top part of his blacks, letting it hang around his waist like a shadow as he looks down to the flesh of his belly.

Relief washes over him as his skin seems untouched, until his fingers skim over a rough set of already scabbing wounds on his right side. He twists, trying to see for himself what was cut into his skin. He tries to calm his racing mind, no, it has to be an old wound, most likely blaster fire that somehow caught him under his armor. He pulls at his skin, trying to see the familiar scorch marks but instead….cut deep into his skin and already peeling from a rough scab is the familiar circles and lines that had protected him from whatever was in the woods.

Whatever had taken a part of him and gone back into the shadows.

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I'm not gonna tag list this one cuuuuuz....>.> Im shy. 🤣🤣🤣

#NSFT #18+#Tech #TBB #Tech The Bad Batch #Tech x OC #badbatchweek2021 #halloween mini event #TW GORE #cw: horror #horror fiction

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