#i finally put clothes on his bitch ass its been so long

[everyones-least-favorite-bard]

The eyes of the Lord are toward the righteous.

#HEY ITS MORE UNKNOWABLE KIM DOKJA!!! #i finally put clothes on his bitch ass its been so long #anyways you ever think about how no one really properly saw kdjs face for like A While if at all in orv #because i do #i do often #orv #omniscient reader #omniscient readers viewpoint #kdj #kim dokja #bard draws

[rafeandonlyrafe]

my angel

part 2 to angel

words: 3.6k

warnings: 18+ only, smut, protected sex, p in v sex, reader is a stripper, reader also gets called a bitch and assaulted but its not very graphic or "bad", f receiving oral

taglist: @drewstarkeysbae @thelomlisrafecameron @f4ll-for-you @dilvcv @slut4drudy @drewsbabygirll @jjmaybankswifes-blog @rafescokenostril @jjsmarijuana @jjmaybankisbae @seeingstarks @angelofcigs @spear-bearing-bi-witch @ghostlycrystobalove

“there’s my favorite regular.” you smile, plopping down on rafes lap before he even pays. you know that he’s good for it.

“angel.” rafes hands land on your hips, rubbing his thumbs over the bare skin there. security already knows that you consent to his touches.

as promised, rafe has become a regular at your strip club. some days he comes with his friends, who you have learned are named topper and kelce, but it’s usually just him, alone in his regular seat, eyes not drifting from you, ignoring all the other strippers who try to get his attention, especially after seeing how much he tips.

you sometimes take him in back, depending on the day and how long it’s been since he’s last been in. he’s always more needy, willing to pay for more when he’s away for a couple nights, but you stick to your original rule of mouth only.

“lap dance?” you ask, watching rafe pull a bill out of his shirt pocket.

“how about i pay you for a lap dance and you sit here and talk to me instead? just for five minutes, i want to get to know you better.” rafe has been trying to get closer to you every week, and as he spends more time there, you start to let him, but still say no politely every time he asks you out.

“mmm, fine.” you hum, letting yourself relax on his lap, feeling your core press against his thigh. “stick it here.” you pull on the cup of your bra, allowing rafe to slot the folded up bill against your breast. he lets his fingers skim down the soft white fabric, teasing over your nipple briefly before dropping back down to hold onto your hips.

“where are you from?” rafe asks, and you respond with your hometown, about an hour further inland.

he continues to ask you basic questions, like your favorite color, food, and so on. you feel so natural talking back and forth that you forget that you’re even at work, until the stripper right before your set comes on stage, and you know you have to go in back to get ready.

“well, thanks for that chat, rafe.” you stand up, his hands hesitating to leave your body. “i’ll be watching you while i’m on stage.” you give him a wink and walk away, making sure to sway your ass, knowing he’s watching.

you don’t perform solo every night, so it’s a real treat for rafe when you do. you prepare backstage, putting on a few more layers and your favorite accessory, a small white befeathered pair of angel wings, to go along with your stripper name.

when your music starts, you head out onto the stage, dancing slowly to the music, keeping the act up by pretending to be shy and demure as you slowly strip off the layers of clothing that you just put on until you’re in a simple pair of white lingerie.

you twirl around the pole, every time turning to keep your eyes on rafe in the crowd, although you do try to glance at the other men, you just can’t help but be drawn to your most loyal regular.

the song changes to the last one of your set, the one where you will strip off that final layer of clothes. you’ve danced topless, but tonight is your first night going fully nude, and you feel some excitement rise over the nerves at getting to do this for rafe specifically.

you shed your top, covering your nipples with your fingertips while the crowd cheers. you finally raise your hands up, hips still moving to the beat of the song, dollars being thrown onto the stage.

you turn your back to the audience, finally ready to reveal the final part of yourself. you pull your underwear down your legs, keeping your movements as innocent as you can while dancing fully naked.

you meet rafes eyes, a look of lust in them that you hadn’t seen before. you smile, just for him, as you finish your dance before moving off the stage. 

you take a deep breath, pulling on your second look of the night, only having to perform one more time in a group later on, but you were just in the back for that. you take a minute to eat some food before heading out onto the floor for lap dances.

you head straight towards rafe, wanting to get his reaction to your final dance, when your wrist is suddenly grabbed by an older man.

“hey!” you shout, tugging your arm away. “no touching.” 

you know he knows the rule. everyone gets told it a thousand times before they’re allowed to enter. no touching the dancers without express permission, anywhere on their body.

“sorry, sweets, you just keep going to pretty boy over there.” the man says, and you glance up to see rafe watching the interaction with his jaw locked.

“would you like a dance?” you ask, flicking your eyes back to the man, his entire body reeking of alcohol. it’s one thing you like about rafe, he always orders a glass of whiskey, but he’s never drunk when you dance for him.

the man pulls out a $20 bill, and you snatch it out of his hand more rude than you should for a paying customer, but he put you off by grabbing your wrist, and the $20 gives you a good reason to keep it short, it doesn’t pay for a lot.

you turn around, keeping yourself hovering over the mans lap as you dance half-heartedly, letting your mind drift elsewhere than what you’re currently doing. you eventually lower down so you’re just barely touching him, but when the song ends you pull away.

“you’re not done yet, bitch.” he grabs your hips, pulling you back down as you let out a squeal, losing your footing and falling against him.

rafe is over to you quicker than security is, pulling you off of his lap and into his arms. you turn in his hold as security grabs the man, leading him towards the door as he screams about how much of a bitch you are.

“are you okay?” rafe asks, rubbing your arms, walking you to the outskirts of the room as the final number hits the stage, something you’re supposed to join in the next couple minutes, but you know security already relayed it to your boss what happened.

“yeah, i’m fine.” you shiver, glancing at the door to double check that he is actually gone. “thanks for rescuing me.”

“no problem, angel.” rafe says softly, pulling you into a hug, that you graciously accept, surprised how natural the intimate touch feels, especially considering all of your previous interactions have been sexual.

“i need to get backstage.” you sigh, forcing yourself to step away.

“of course.” rafe squeezes your hand before letting you go. 

you complete the final dance of the night, body working on autopilot as you try to forget the sound of the mans voice calling you a bitch. you finish the dance and head backstage, only glancing briefly at rafe as you leave the stage.

you chat idly with the other dancers, but you mostly keep to yourself tonight as you wash your face free of makeup, change out of your lingerie for a comfy sweat set, and to your biggest relief, take off your heels for a pair of crocs.

“bye, girls!” you call, making sure to have counted your money and cleaned up your locker before leaving. 

you head out the back door, swinging your car keys in your hand as you head towards your vehicle. you get the feeling of being watched, your step quickening when you hear the one voice you don’t want to.

“hey, bitch!” you don’t turn to look, breaking into a run, but the man, even in his inebriated state is faster than your tired legs, grabbing you and shoving you against your car. you hope security is watching the footage of the parking lot as you leave like they’re supposed to, but even then it will take them a full minute.

“please, let me go!” you shout, trying to force the mans hands off of you.

“hey!” you turn your head to the side, coming face to face with your savior once again as rafe shoves the guy off of you and onto the ground, his head smacking against the pavement, but he stays conscious as rafe shouts at him to never touch you or come back here again.

security runs out as you sink to the ground, dropping your head to your knees as you cry. you can tell just from the scent and feel that it’s rafe who wraps his arms around you.

“shh, you’re okay. i got you.” he whispers, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

you wipe away your tears as security escorts him away, bringing him back inside to do who knows what. you’ll let your boss handle that.

“i’m okay.” you whisper, not sure how much you actually mean it as rafe helps you up off the ground. 

you stand in silence for a minute, just holding his hand as you calm down.

“thank you for rescuing me. i guess you’re my angel.” you giggle, making rafe smile. “what were you still doing here anyways?” “well…” rafe trails off, looking guilty. “i always stay until i see you get into your car. just to make sure that you’re safe. you really shouldn’t be walking out alone.”

“rafe, oh my god.” you pitch yourself forward, wrapping your arms around his torso. “you really don’t have to do that, that’s so sweet.” “i wouldn’t want anything to happen to you, angel.” he squeezes you against him.

“y/n.” you pull away to look rafe in the eye as you tell him. “my name is y/n.” 

rafes mouth breaks into a wide grin. “nice to finally meet you, y/n.” 

you turn to look at your car before turning back to rafe. “i really don’t want to be alone tonight.” you tell him, hoping he gets the hint, and you can tell from the look in his eye that he understands exactly what you want, lacing your hands together and leading you towards his car.

you keep quiet on the drive, not even sure how long it is, focusing on the music and rafes hand on your thigh to quell the negative thoughts of if it’s a bad idea to go back with someone who you’ve never seen outside of the strip club.

rafe pulls up to a huge house, and you gape for a moment, but you knew he had money, so it’s not too much of a surprise as he heads around the car to open the door for you.

“thanks for letting me stay over.” you say, admiring how beautiful rafe looks in the moonlight.

“of course, y/n.” rafe smiles, bringing a hand up to cup your cheek and pulling you into a kiss. you kiss back instantly, keeping it sweet but still passionate as you enjoy the moment before rafe pulls away to lead you inside, and up into his bedroom, not wanting to waste any time.

“did you like my dance today?” you ask as rafe sits on the bed. you stand in between his legs, letting his hands run over your hips and thighs. 

“i loved it.” he leans forward, pressing a kiss to your stomach over your hoodie. “such a pretty pussy.”

he tugs at the zipper, pulling it down and letting it fall from your shoulders, leaving you in a thin tanktop, clearly not wearing any bra. rafe smiles, cupping your breasts. “i may see these every week, but i still am breathless every time i see your body.”

you pull your top off, rafes hands quickly taking the same place without the layer of fabric in between. you moan as his thumbs rub over your nipples.

“fuck, it feels so good.” you moan as rafe leans forward, his lips wrapping around your nipple and giving it a suck. you press your chest into his mouth as his fingers toy with the other nipple, giving you equal stimulation before switching to taste the other one.

rafe pulls away to take his shirt off, and your eyes widen at the muscles revealed. you could tell he was fit, but seeing him shirtless has you in awe.

“take your pants off and get on the bed.” rafe stands when you take a step back to pull your sweatpants and underwear off all at once, no point in hiding it when rafes seen it all before. you lay down on the bed, not sure what position rafe is going to want to fuck you in, all you know is that you want him.

rafe pulls his pants off but leaves his underwear on as he climbs onto the bed. you expect him to continue up and kiss you, but he drops to his stomach in between your legs.

“rafe-” you gasp when he presses kisses to your thighs, trying to get him to stop by closing your legs.

“shh, no.” rafe says gently, pushing your legs back open. “you’ve given me blowjobs with nothing in return, let me eat you out.”

“you paid me in return!” you argue back, feeling your wetness grow at the thought of rafes mouth against your cunt. you’ve never had such an intimate moment with a man before, all of the ones you’ve been with in the past just wanting to use your pussy for their pleasure then leave.

“those were pennies compared to what you deserve. come on baby, let me taste this pretty pussy.” “i’ve never…” you sigh, ashamed to admit this, “i’ve never had someone eat me out before.”

rafe is silent for a moment, and you worry what he’s thinking. “i know i’m a stripper and everything but i’m not super experienced and i’ve just never-” “baby.” rafe says softly, getting you to shut your mouth. “i am only mad that no man has ever done this to you before. you absolutely deserve the pleasure i am about to give you.”

and with that, rafe leans forward, going straight for your clit as he licks broad strokes over the most sensitive part of you, making you see stars from the sudden pleasure he brings you.

“oh my god, yes!” you cry out, eyes squeezing shut as the pleasure overwhelms you. rafe drops his mouth lower, tongue lapping against your entrance and greedily tasting your wetness, gathering it all into his mouth.

he swirls his tongue along your folds, touching new parts of you with every movement, keeping his focus on your pleasure as he darts back to your clit to press kisses to it, your back arching off the bed as you cry out.

“you’ve had a hard day, y/n.” rafe says, barely pulling his mouth away from your pussy, letting his words vibrate. “just relax and let me make you feel good.”

you take a deep breath and settle into the bed, bringing your hands to his hair as you push his head back between your spread thighs. rafe juts his tongue out, letting you move him as he licks obsessively over your pussy.

he brings his mouth back to your clit, kissing and licking gently as one of his fingers prods at your entrance, easily being able to slip in due to how wet you are.

rafe moans against your clit as he pumps his finger in and out of you. you want to squeal at the movement, but you manage to control yourself to just moans as you feel your high getting closer, never having it come so quickly with a partner before.

“fuck, rafe, i’m close!” you warn, but he doesn’t pull away, doubling down on his efforts until you burst, flooding his mouth as you squirt onto the bed sheets, but it doesn’t phase him as he continues to eat you out as you ride out your orgasm.

he finally pulls his face away from your soaked cunt, wiping his mouth against a dry part of the bed sheets. 

“oh my god, i’m so sorry, i didn’t think i was gonna squirt.” you cover your face with your hands.

“y/n.” rafe says gently, draping his body over yours and pulling your hands away from your face. “you have nothing to be embarrassed about. that was the hottest thing ever. look how hard you made me.”

rafe presses against your core, and you moan out from your oversensitive clit being stimulated so soon after an orgasm, wishing the fabric of his underwear wasn’t in the way so rafe could plunge inside of you.

“can i fuck you now or do you need a break?” rafe smirks when you scoff, you need him immediately and you think your body might just explode if he isn’t inside of you soon.

rafe tugs his underwear off, revealing his cock that you’ve had in your mouth so many times, now about to cross the final boundary. rafe grabs a condom he must have tossed onto the bed at some point, rolling it over his cock before getting back into position, hovering over you.

you don’t bother to argue about letting you ride him after he ate you out, knowing rafe is focused on your pleasure right now, not like guys you’ve been with in the past wanting you to ride them and then bust within minutes.

“god, i’ve wanted this so bad since i first laid eyes on you.” rafe mumbles, mostly speaking to himself as his cock presses against your entrance. 

you connect your lips in a kiss as he pushes inside, both simultaneously moaning as he sinks deeper into your cunt until he’s completely nestled in your heat.

“you can move.” you whisper after a moment, not needing anymore time to adjust, craving his quick thrusts into you, but while rafe starts to move, he keeps it slow and passionate, rolling his hips against yours in a steady motion. 

“heaven.” rafe kisses your forehead, then both your cheeks, before connecting your mouth in a kiss. “your pussy is heaven.”

you blush under the praise, not used to something so intimate, used to sex being impersonal, being seen just as an object.

“god, you have to keep letting me fuck you after this, angel, i’m never gonna get enough.” rafe moans, grinding against you to give your clit some stimulation.

“you can fuck me whenever you want if you-” you gasp at a particularly deep thrust from rafe “move faster.” rafe smiles, hips starting to buck into you with earnest now, his cock pressing so deep that it has you seeing stars.

“fuck, that’s good.” you whine, squirming underneath rafe as he ignores your movements underneath him, focusing on thrusting into you.

rafe grunts as you feel his cock move against your walls, his face twisting in pleasure. you grab his shoulders, needing to feel connected to him.

“this…” you pant, moving your body on the bed to match rafes thrusts, bringing your hips up despite the burn in your stretched thighs. “is the best sex i’ve ever had.” you tell him honestly.

the side of rafes lip quirks up in a cocky smile, bending to press your lips together as he keeps his rhythm. you regret not agreeing to this earlier. you would have fucked rafe the first night he came to the club if you knew he was this good in bed.

“sounds like you should be the one paying me.” rafe jokes, making you slap his shoulder gently, unable to really laugh as he keeps you moaning with his cock touching every part of you, his pelvic hitting your clit with every thrust.

“close.” you tell rafe, feeling your orgasm building up again, hoping rafe is also close because you’re not sure how much longer you can hold back.

“me too, baby.” rafe groans, his cock swelling inside of you. you’re unable to hold back the rush any longer, entire body shaking as rafes cock forces your orgasm from you, again a rush of liquid being expelled as your arms tighten around rafes shoulders, pulling his body flush against yours, wanting to feel as much of him as possible.

you barely even notice rafe pulling out and tugging the condom off, rutting against your stomach until he cums, covering your torso. 

you breathe deeply as you let go, letting rafe flop to the side to lay on the bed next to you, both recovering from the activity, heartbeat slowly coming back to normal. when you’re able to move your body again, you turn on your side to come face to face with rafe.

“hey.” he smiles gently, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“hey.” you giggle.

“i knew you wouldn’t regret coming home to me.” rafe says, rubbing his hand over your back.

“i made a mess of your bed though.” you feel a flush of embarrassment, looking down at the wetness that has soaked into the sheets.

“we will just shower than sleep in one of the guest beds. you can make a mess of all of them for all i care, anything to have you again…” rafe pauses for a moment, letting you enjoy his rough hand smoothing over your skin. “you will let me have you again, right?” “yeah.” you nod, there’s no way you can give up rafe now that you’ve gotten a taste. “you can even take me on that date if you still want to.”

rafe smiles, positioning himself on top of your body, pressing kisses all over your face, hands tickling at your sides as you squirm with laughter underneath him. “my angel.” rafe sighs happily, pressing a kiss to your lips.

#i made it fluffy and soft. #IM SORRY GUYS #I AM INCAPABLE OF KEEPING SOMETHING DIRTY #I CRAVE SWEETNESS AND INTAMACY #rafe fic #rafe fanfic #rafe fanfiction #rafe smut #rafe cameron smut #obx smut #outer banks smut #rafe x reader #rafe cameron imagine #rafe cameron fic #rafe cameron fanfic #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron fanfiction #rafe cameron x you #rafe cameron one shot #rafe imagine #rafe x you

[tired-biscuit]

thinking about big biceped and big boobed jock kiba staring at you with hungry eyes, licking over his fanged canines with his tongue. he's hovering above you on the bed on all fours, but his dick is so big you still feel the fat leaking tip brushing against your thigh and trailing his pre-cum along your soft heated skin. he can't wait to devour you. 🩷

18+ MDNI, fem!reader // cw: size kink

divider by @/benkeibear

kiba thinks he’s one lucky son of a bitch when you come back home for winter break and he finally gets the chance to see you.

however, he thinks he’s even luckier the moment the clothes you’re wearing come sliding off.

your eyes are big as you lay in the bed that belongs to your childhood bedroom, completely naked and pinned underneath your boyfriend’s much, much bigger body. the soft glow of the festive fairy lights that decorate the window — and which you’ve excitedly put up only hours after arriving back home for the holidays and unpacking your suitcase — reflects inside them.

as a result, there are sparkles twinkling in your pupils.

kiba thinks they make you look like a dream.

with a voice that’s barely above a gruff drawl, he leans in closer to your ear, all until your naked chests are flushed together. “make sure to stay quiet when i push in, ‘kay? i don’t wanna give your old man a reason to beat my ass.”

the way he speaks, all hushed and borderline breathless from mere grinding and heavy petting that you’ve been indulging in ever since you’ve both excused yourselves from dinner that you were having with your parents and rushed upstairs to your bedroom, makes his yearning for you evident. consequently, it also quickens the speed of your pulse.

your heart feels like it’s hammering behind your teeth because of it as you slowly nod your head yes and meekly utter, “i’ll be quiet. i promise.”

“i mean it, though.” he glances at you, a faint blush warming his cheeks. “your dad scares the crap outta me.”

“i know, ki.” you pause before giggling. “it’s brave of you to be doing this right now… i’m really proud of you.”

kiba, currently kneeling while looking nice and snug between your legs, smiles at the compliment and the rather expectant look that sits on your lovely face.

he’s got both hands on either side of your head as a means to support his own weight while you get ready to enjoy each other at long last. thick fingers dig into the pillow you’re resting on, blunt nails sinking into the delicate bedding; that is until he moves one hand in order to stroke a line along the smooth curve of your cheek now.

it is warm underneath the tips of his calloused fingertips. he’s missed you so much that he can’t help but dip down to press a tender kiss onto it before he caresses it once more, gripping you by the chin right after.

the distance has been tough. the last time you’ve seen each other was well over three months ago, and while the occasional visits have succeeded in making the entire thing at least somewhat bearable, they always seem to end much too soon for your, and his, liking.

however, you’re both home now. furthermore, you have more than enough time to make up for the one you’ve lost while attending different universities. even with the risk of your parents possibly hearing you while they surely watch their favourite TV show in the living room downstairs.

but never mind that! all you should be focusing on right now is how good your boyfriend looks as he holds himself nice and steady above you; broad back slightly hunched, strong arms flexing, making the muscles in them ripple with drool-worthy tightness.

you’ve got a literal beast of a man caging you, bending you at the waist. all those years of sports have really paid off, huh? dating a jock does have its good sides.

and that beast seems to be awfully eager to finally have you underneath him again after months of nothing but dirty texting and even dirtier phone calls. you can see it in his brown eyes, in the way the corners of his lips keep kicking upwards, in the way his fingers reach down to stroke your hips so that you can align them properly with his own.

but you can also see it in how freaking hard he is; the weight of his cock prominent, the tip repeatedly leaving sticky splotches of shiny pre-cum on your hot skin whenever it touches your thigh, nearing your center inch by inch. in how his wide chest heaves when your hand wraps around the base of it then, urging him to push it inside you already.

fat cockhead nudging your sticky entrance, you look into each other’s eyes at the contact. he looks out of place inside your room. kiba is rugged; all male and tough and mean and dark, and the bed sheets he’s planning to screw you on are pink and girly. to make things even worse, there are numerous soft, cuddly plushies surrounding you on the bed, making the situation almost sinful.

he shoves the colourful squishmallow that’s getting in the way off the bed with an irked huff before he reaches between your bodies to push your puffy folds apart with the help of his fingers. he presses his thumb onto your clit, then and your back arches in response to the pleasant sensation, a deep sigh leaving your lips.

that sigh quickly turns into feeble moaning by the time he starts rubbing circles over your most tender spot and finally presses into you, ever so slowly filling you inch by inch with the dick you’ve been longing for for the last three months. your hole stretches to accommodate the entirety of his cock, tummy all of a sudden feeling full, the heat inside it spreading like a wildfire.

the pace he has to fuck you in in order to not make noise is excruciating — it’s so slow. a shiver still tumbles down your spine when his dark pubic hair tickles your clit, but you miss the way he tends to slam into you whenever you have the place all to yourselves.

he makes up for it by folding you in half and bending your legs until your knees are nearly touching your ears, though.

and that changes everything. he holds the back of your thigh with one hand, supports himself with the other. it’s almost scary — how big he is. he covers you from view entirely with his body, and at the same time makes you feel like you’re going to burst.

breaths mix together, hasty kisses get exchanged. his pace quickens just the tiniest bit.

“oh, fuck yeah... there we go.” he grunts quietly, baring his oddly sharp canine teeth with a clench of his jaw when he feels your walls start to squeeze around him. “attagirl… takin’ my cock so well even after not getting it for s’long.”

“shit, shit, shit… god—” you whimper in response, throwing your head back into the pillow. he’s so big that it feels like he’s inside your womb, no, your throat.

“shh. you need to be quiet… remember?” he hushes in-between ragged breaths as beads of salt form and glimmer on his brow. the pink, heavy duvet he’s covered up to the waist with in case someone would decide to walk in without knocking is already making him sweat profusely. it’s pure torture for someone as hot-blooded as him.

you could say the same. feeling the touch of a hand that isn’t your own for a change causes you to turn even more slippery between your legs than you already are despite the laggard pace you have to keep in order to refrain from making the bed frame squeak and the headboard slam against the wall.

his hand leaves the underside of your thigh as he drops lower to be closer to you. you gasp when he bites you just below your collarbone, a place that he’s positive won’t be visible when you put your shirt back on. his tongue laps over the now-aching spot, sucking on it lightly, making your toes curl against the small of his back and your fingers dig into his dark brown hair.

“ki—” you whine, unable to say his name at how he keeps on thrusting into you, keeps on reshaping your entire cunt somehow. the pace is slow, sure. but it’s deep.

so fucking deep.

“c’mon, baby; i thought i told you to zip it,” he hisses lowly, his big palm clamping over your mouth. he lifts his head just enough to look you in the eyes while he drags his thumb up and down the side of your face again, your jawline. “i know it feels good but you gotta keep it together. you promised me you would.”

are you capable of doing that, though? you’re so small, so delicate. and he’s so strong, so big and intimidating — dangerous, even. it feels like he could crush your entire skull with one hand if he wanted to.

instead, he licks his teeth and swallows the saliva that’s gathering inside his mouth before he whispers, “now tell me… did ya miss me?”

your pupils grow to the size of the dinner plates that your mother had put in front of you both earlier as you nod vehemently, letting out a muffled noise of approval behind his palm that he still has firmly clamped over your mouth.

“yeah? good, ‘cause i did too… missed ya a whole fuckin’ lot. and this pretty lil’ pussy of yours.” kiba grins, feeling blood rushing south at your answer, causing him to get even more hard than he already is — if that is even possible. he’s such a sucker whenever it comes to being desired, he just can’t help it.

“now stay quiet so that i can fuck your brains out, cutie.”

#naruto smut #kiba smut #kiba x reader #biscuit drabbles #tw size kink

[bullet-clubs-bitch]

Wardaddy

Summary: Reader finds out she's pregnant  after she lost her title at double or nothing. Will the nickname she jokingly gave her boyfriend “Wardaddy” gain a whole other meaning?  

An: I found this fit in my drafts, wrote it months ago but for some reason never published it? Enjoy, and pls remember to give Wardlow requests in my inbox

Word count: 1132

Main Masterlist Wardlow Masterlist

The internet was a weird place. You always hated the bird app with all of its negativity and BS but here you were scrolling on twitter after you found out why you were trending.  

Your face was shocked when you saw the amount of negative comments regarding your relationship with Wardlow. Sure he was 8 years older than you but for the most part everyone had been supportive of it. It was the AEW locker room who kept trying to set the two of you up for the longest time. You were quite confused on why all of a sudden it was now they were concerned with it. A few months ago you were deemed the power couple of all elite wrestling, on the top of the company both of you holding championships. You had just ended a feud with your real life best friend Britt Baker and her long time boyfriend Adam Cole. 

The fans loved it, mixed tag matches were surprisingly uncommon in aew so when they became a regular occurrence in your feud the fans were quick to eat it all up.

Having had enough of social media for the day you stepped into catering for the first time after losing your championship  two weeks ago at double or nothing. You ran into Britt who had beat you in a no DQ match for the women's championship. 

“Sup, Champ” You called to your friend

“Hey Mama, how’s it going” Britt replied back

“Not much, I'm literally starving. I’ve been oddly hungry the past few days and more bloated than usual.” you said hand on your stomach looking at all of the different options catering had to offer. 

Britt laughed, handing you a plate. The two of you got some food before you found somewhere quiet to eat. Far away from all of the cameras and wrestlers. While you enjoyed your food Britt asked you…

“How’s your shoulder doing?” 

“It can be better, still hurts like a son of a bitch though” you replied, looking down at your shoulder that had been taped together in a million different ways

“Sorry about that again” She apologized knowing she was the cause of your injury

“Why are you sorry, shit happens.” You said a little bit confused on why she kept apologizing. The injury wasn’t even her fault. You were the one that called out the spot with the steps. 

“Medical won’t clear me quite yet, hopefully within the next few weeks or so” you responded oddly calmly, secretly upset you weren't able to compete in the show tonight. 

“Good luck out there tonight, tho. I hope you kick Thunder Rosa’s Ass!” 

“I will don’t worry” Britt responded laughing 

Time skip: 4 weeks later 

“Is it still that bad?” Your boyfriend Wardlow called through the door of your hotel bathroom. 

“I feel like my insides are falling out” you said in agony clutching your stomach as you threw up whatever you had left in your stomach. 

“Can I come in?” he asked nervously 

“No! I'm hideous go away” your words laced with venom as they left your lips. 

The medical staff had finally cleared you to return on this week's episode of Dynamite but your body had other ideas. You felt like you were dying and your poor boyfriend had no idea what to do. He tried his very best and you appreciated it but it came to the point where you just wanted to be alone. You cleaned up and finally stepped out of the bathroom to be greeted by Wardlow. He handed you some fresh clothes. As you were putting on your shirt you looked down at your stomach.

“Did I gain weight” you said as you looked in the mirror

“I think you look fine Y/N” Wardlow replied annoyed you would ask such a question 

“No honestly, I think I did” 

“Y/N, your probably just bloated” he replied rolling his eyes

“Whatever” you scoffed 

You arrived to the arena, looking and feeling like shit. You decided to stop by the doctor to let them know that you weren't feeling the best, all it took was one of the doctors to look at the dark circles under your eyes and pale look in your skin to deem you uncleared for the show tonight. It made you feel like shit, working hard with physios to get your shoulder better only to catch some bug before your return. Thankfully Britt wasn’t booked for the show tonight so the two of you could hang out and watch the show from one of the skyboxes in the arena. 

“So you are still not feeling good?” Britt asked, curiously 

“Yep, I don’t know how this is even possible but I feel like I’m getting worse” You told her truthfully. 

“When was the last time you got your period?” Britt asked, shit, you never even thought about that

“Ummm maybe a few months ago” 

“Have you ever thought that you might be pregnant?” 

“I mean we are careful but that would explain a lot of things”  

“Since we both have nothing to do, how bout we leave the arena, grab a few tests and we can go back to the hotel and see. I’m sure you don’t want to take a test in the locker room with all those nosey people” 

That is exactly what the two of you did, you told your respective partners to meet back at the hotel and let everyone else know that you would be hedging out for the evening. You and Brit ended up getting four different kinds of tests and a few goodies to bring back to the hotel. Unfortunately a fan recognized the two of you at the CVS that just so happened to be next to your hotel. Lying, you said the pregnancy tests were for a segment for the next BTE, now you somehow would have to tell the bucks to include some kind of skit involving pregnancy tests in next week's episode to keep true to your lie. 

Currently you and Britt sat on top of the hotel bed, munching on some chips as you both stared at the blinking screen of the pregnancy test. “How long is this going to take? I feel like we have been sitting here forever” You asked Britt. “According to this it says 5 minutes” Britt responded. 

Just then the test stopped flashing. ‘Pregnant 4-6 weeks’ 

You and Britt had no idea what to say, the two of you in shock at what you were seeing. You were first to break the silence “This has to be wrong. No way I’m pregnant” 

Sure enough you were pregnant. You took 5 more to make sure, all 6 tests saying the same thing. What was Wardlow going to think? 

#bullet clubs bitch #aew smut #all elite wrestling #aew #aew fanfiction #wardlow x reader #wardlow aew #wardlow fanfiction #wardaddy #wardlow #wardlow smut

[mrplantfr]

Adam x loyal reader

I've never done this sorta thing so its definitely gonna be trash lmao

Warning!// major nsfw, swearing, religion. Minors, DNI

Adam and you were always together all day, and always talked about eachother. And, when you two got married, things just got more and more worse. By that, I mean obsession over eachother. Wearing eachother's clothes, using same products, always spooning when sleeping, per names, etc. Yk, the usual. Part of it was because he didn't want to loose you like his last wives.

One morning, your husband woke you up at the ass crack of dawn like a child on Christmas. He was estatic saying "Babe, c'mon! Wake up! Get up right now, please!". All you could do was groan and half assedly try to get up.

When you were finally awake completely, (sort of) you asked "Why are you even waking me up at four in the morning?" "Well," he responded "lucifer doesn't know i have a wife again, so I was thinking we could go to a meeting to show off I have a hot wife and he's rotting in hell! Doesn't that sound fun!?" No, it wasn't going to be, but he was so insecure and he looked so happy, you just had to.

As you were walking there, he was gushing saying how happy and excited he was to shove it in that he was married to a hottie and he couldn't steal you. But you were pretty concerned. You knew he was going to try and pull the same stuff as lillith and eve, but you knew it wouldn't work. But, you knew it would hurt your partner, wich hurt to think about. Of course, you held his arm the whole time.

When you arrived, you sat on Adam's lap instead of a chair, to make things clear. (And his dad bod made it really comfortable). "Jeez, its been half an hour, he should be here by now." you mentioned. "Don't worry your sexy little head off, it's gonna be worth it." He said in a villainous type of tone. All the sudden, BAM, the door flew open and lucifer stormed in. And then he noticedyou. "So, whos the lady? Rawrrr~" lucifer asked Adam. "My wife" he said smugly. "Oh, well," he leaned towards you "is this fatso really satisfying you, or is it pity?". Adam's giddy grin turned to an upset frown immediately. "YES I DO" he screamed, slaming hand on the table. "I asked her, not you." He said smugly. "So, be honest: what pain does he put you through in the sack?"

You immediately got up, "He is far better than you. You might think you can steal me like those two other tasteless home wrecking assholes, but not me, I have dignity in who I marry. Get your sorry ass away from me and my husband, with your lonely divorced ass who gave your daughter daddy issues." You pointed to the door, as he was taken aback. Adam was stunned, yet also thought it was hot not gonna lie.

Lucifer quickly stepped out, while you sat back on Adam's lap satisfied with what you had done. Adam stayed silent, but not for long. "Babe, that was- FUCKING HOT." He was hard as a rock, and you noticed. "I can tell, but, I love you. I wouldn't leave you for that twig." you said reassuringly, stroking his hair with your hands. A quick peck on the cheek from you and he carried you bridal style home, lovestruck. And when you got there, he was sure to fuck you shamelessly.

He threw you on the bed and ripped your pants off immediately. He didn't have time to take his robe off though, he just rolled it up and started thrusting. Your back was bouncing up and down off the mattress, making LOUD creaking sounds, and it was delightful. "A-adam~ fuck, ngh~" you moaned. "Scream for me, bitch." And you complied. "Fuck- THATS SO HOT" you screamed. with a load tone. He eventually took his cock out, and you were creaming like a mad man. "P-please~" you begged him to not stop, but then he, without warning, shoved two of his massive claws in your clit. "FUCK, BABE" you screamed in pleasure, surprisingly, the claws didn't hurt, or the pleasure was covering it up. He was happy with the screamed you made, music to his ears. "You're gonna love giving me head later, huh?" He said. "Y-yes, babe-" all the sudden, he stopped that too. You were upset, but let out a loud sigh, when all the sudden, he pulled you by your collar on your shirt. "You gonna show me what you're capable of, sweetie~?", he asked flirtingly. "Y-yes, anything for you."

"Good~" he said. Then you pulled your head down between his legs and put his tip in your mouth. You swirling your tongue around it made him groan. "F-fuck, babe-" he said under his breath, he was tired, but not too tired to get head at least. Then you started bobbing your head, slowly but damn, it felt good. He was making indescribable noises, but he was enjoying every moment.

Eventually, you two were too tired to continue, so you put your clothes back on and went to bed. "Good night, hot stuff." He said, before passing out. "Night, babe" you said as you kissed his forehead and went to bed aswell, holding eachother in a warm embrace.

WOW, that was a weird first fanfic, but I liked it. Tell me what you guys think and please don't bully me TVT

#adam hazbin hotel x reader

[lu3ky777]

Genderbent Hiyoko is sick and tired of everyone always going on and on about that stupid princess Sonia. So he decided he's just going to show how lowly she is by claiming her and rubbing it in those losers faces that she nothing compared to him. Oh she's already dating Gundham and hajime has a crush on her? Well to bad if they didn't want this to happen they should've been recognizing how great Hiyoko is.

Hiyoko had finished her dance yesterday, but nobody was talking about that… They were all talking about Sonia, her new outfit, her lovable personality, her intelligence, and of course the boys talked about her ass so fat it was rivaled only by Celestia. Hiyoko was so sick of it, she HAD a boyfriend after all. But that didn't really matter to Hiyoko, she wanted to show the school how much of a “queen she was.” So he decided to talk to Sonia.

“Hey Sonia, I heard you want to learn more about culture? I'd love to show you some some of my traditional dancing~” Sonia smiled back innocently “I'd love to see that Hiyoko, I've been told your performance is to die for.”  Hiyoko blushed slightly from the compliment, he spoke while pouting “Just meet me in my room at 7” He said as he left, she was a little cute…

Sonia came at the before mentioned time, she was excited to see the dance. Hiyoko locked her door, which confused Sonia but she then noticed that Mahiru was in the room with a camera. Sonia tried to speak “Hiyoko? What is the meaning of! Oh-” she had put on a stern tone and was going to intimidate him but she was spanked by him hard, her ass jiggled wildly as Hiyoko stared “Damn~ This ass really is fat~” Sonia quickly spoke up “H-Hiyoko- I have a boyfriend!!!” Hiyoko responded by spanking her other cheek, he confirmed it really was that fucking fat~

 “Listen here, you bitch!” He spanked again to a jiggly response, his cock was certainly replying as it got hard now creating a very noticeable bulge from his clothes. “People should be talking about me!!! They shouldn't be talking about a mere princess when a conquerer is amount them~ So I'll show you how I conquer whoever I want~” Sonia didn't know how to respond as Hiyoko pulled down her pants, the full fatness of her ass now being shown in all its Novoselic glory. Sonia saw Hiyokos bulge and it made her too nervous to fight back, he really was a conquerer~ Sonia began to take off her own shirt as Hiyoko commanded “Lay on the bed, show me that ass”

Hiyoko fucked her ass like he did with no other girl, her ass was way too fucking good~ Sonia was moaning loudly but still spoke “It seems whatever noble family you came from was~ MMPH~~~ at the top of bloodlines~” Hiyoko loved how hot this situation was, her ass and lewd remarks were too perfect. The cherry on top? Mahiru had the whole thing on video~ Hiyoko fucked her ass for only 30 minutes before he pulled out and came all over her body, moaning heavily while Sonia remarked “You only lasted that long? What a shame, I thought you were a conquerer~” Damn it!!! Hiyoko wasn't finished yet, he hadn't even begun!!!

“I'm not finished with you, Novoselic Whore!” Still while behind her, he started fucking her pussy with his cock touching the underside of her ass while fucking. Each powerful thrust was enough to get a huge moan out of Sonia. He wasn't relenting as he thrusted faster and faster as Sonia reached her breaking point. Her enormous ass was thick enough to give her defense against his anal fucking but not when he went after her pussy~ After only 10 minutes Sonia came, as Hiyoko taunted her “I thought you were a queen, but now you're just another one of my whores!!! And I don't care about your status or family, just about this slutty body~” 

Sonia was dominated in almost every position you could imagine before Hiyoko was done with her, he had used her throat like a fucktoy and gotten a heavenly amount of ass time~ but he made sure he fucked her into submission, milking orgasms as he brought her into a mating press. As he finally came his final load in her pussy, filling her to the brim he looked at the camera and gave a snickering smile. “Mahiru, turn that camera off and come here. I'm not done yet~” she was still rock hard, but that was where the footage ended~ so who knew what happened after that~ but one thing was for sure after that video came out on hopes peak. She was the new obsession of Hope's Peak 

#danganronpa smut #dr-saionji-R18 #dr-nevermind-R18

[wanderingpages]

.・。.・゜Dark AU ゜・。.

V E R S I O N 2

“It’s you that I’ve been thinking about and I shouldn’t be. You’re cattle waiting for slaughter, baby.”

TFOTA // All Human // AU : Cardan tries not to lust after the girl he's supposed to kill.

Trigger Warnings: Crude language, Drugs, Sex, Murder/Talks of murder, Sexual/Physical Assault.

Jude's POV

“You think I'm weak.”

“You are weak,” I tell her. “You're weak and pathetic and I-”

“I'm a mirror,” she shouts. “I'm the mirror you don't want to look at.”

I wince, her voice sounds like its directly in my eardrums. Angry at me, always so fucking angry. I only tell her the truth, tell her what Dad tells me when we’re alone. It didn’t make sense then, but now I get it. So docile and pitiful, crawling after Locke even after what I tell her he’s done –  with me, let alone someone else.

“You’re so far up Dad’s ass, you’re worse than me. At least I’m trying to leave. So, what if Locke’s my ticket? At least I’m not that fucker’s lapdog.” Then she grins suddenly, looking more like me than she’s ever had before. It’s a slimy smile, that trembles if I look close enough. She’s upset with me, more than she is with Locke. “I wonder if he’s put you up to this. If he’s playing another game. If you’ll even remember this after you see him tonight.” She laughs but it sounds choked. “God, Jude. I almost feel sorry for you.” It feels like a dream for a moment, until the ache in my chest convinces me this is a memory. I guess she had been right, I did forget this altercation.

It took a knife to her throat to remind me what a despicable bitch I’ve been trained to be. Something rough wipes at the corner of my eye. I must be crying. I try to move my hands but they feel stiff. I think I’ve passed the state of panic in my stasis. I wonder how long I’d last like this. It’s stifling, like there’s a weight compressing my ribs. My fingers twitch until I can finally lift my wrists. It takes me a moment to realize that they’re moving in tandem because of the Zip tie. I’m a little offended that he hadn’t taken it off of me, probably opening wounds that were on their way to healing.

Something tickles my cheek, and a slow rumbling sound not only fills my ears, but trembles against my skin. My nose wrinkles and I open my eyes, unsurprised to still be in Cardan’s bed. The heaviness in my chest does not subside and for some reason it makes me panic. I try to lift up, a strangled noise leaving my throat. I feel groggy.

“Hey,” hands come to my shoulder, helping me up and propping pillows behind me. The weight on my chest lifts, only to press four paws deep into my skin. A fat black cat meows as it arches it’s back in a stretch before jumping off. I watch, almost in a daze, as it saunters over to a familiar pair of legs, rubbing itself between Cardan’s feet before exiting the room.

I look up to Cardan, who looks incredibly distant for some reason, then I look to Ghost who had been the one to help me up. “Was… that a… cat?” It’s hard to form sentences, my mouth feels like it doesn’t want to work. “Did you… drug me?” My eyes search for Cardan again, brows furrowing in confusion “You… have… a cat?” for some reason, this tidbit of information is hard for me to grasp.

Cardan shrugs, not moving from his spot, “I like pussy.”

I blink, taking him in. He’s wearing a different shirt from what I recall. It’s short-sleeved and black and says something in the center that makes me think about PSA i had to sit through as a kid. How much time had passed, I wonder, for him to change clothes? A few hours? A few days?

“Huh?” I manage when I realize what he’s just said. Ghost’s snort is the only indication I hadn’t made that up.

“I’m no Valerian, but I would guess you had a seizure,” Ghost tells me, “but like the NEAD kind. I would know if you have epilepsy,” he says, but when he talks it feels like my head is under water. I guess I’m no Valerian either, but I don’t think loss of consciousness due to NEAD lasts as long as it feels it did. I rub the sides of my thumbs to my forehead.

“What… did you… give me?” I'm very conscious of my own heartbeat and it suddenly starts to overwhelm me.

“Something I found in Valerian’s shit. He said it was fine. Might have been a high dose of some acetaminophen.” He looks away when he mumbles, "It could have also been Fentanyl."

I drag my hands to my chest, the intense thumping makes the whole room shake, and my vision gets blurrier at each punch. I close my eyes but that seems to make it worse. “Won’t stop…beating…”

“I mean, I would hope so,” Ghost sounds confused but when I look up, it’s Cardan who’s face shows concern. I think the look on his face makes my heart beat ten times faster. I almost don’t see him move to place his hand on the back of my neck. If I had just came back from some dissociative seizure, Cardan might just give me cardiac arrest next. Maybe because his proximity, maybe because I think he can genuinely snap my neck in one go. His long fingers work quickly, finding pressure points and pressing them down before I can even protest.  

No forgotten memories resurface this time, or if they do, they’ve retreated into the void that is my mind. I stare up at the ceiling when I come to.  They’re very high, I note uselessly. Lazily I turn my head to the side, finding Cardan slowly stroking at a ball of black fur in his lap, resembling an old Hollywood villain. “This is Elvira.”

Its only when I prop myself onto my elbow that I realize it’s the wrong hand to put any weight on – Valerian’s medication must have worn off –  and that I’m no longer bound at the wrist. “You have a cat,” I croak out, trying to mask the pain in my arm.

Cardan’s lips quirk but his eyes look incredibly distant.  “We’ve been through this, baby.”

“Right,” I whisper, shutting my eyes to backtrack to events prior to this moment. “…Pussy,” I recall, but unable to get all the right words out.

“You are what you eat,” He mumbles, letting out a short huff of a laugh. He’s expressionless, and I think it’s a bit more endearing than when he looks at me like he’s trying to figure me out. It feels like I can breathe a little easier around him. He makes me nervous – since that night at the party when he looked like an angel in the shadows. Dad always said the prettiest angels were the ones to fall first.

I drop back against the sheets, groaning on impact but not equipped to do much more. I try to take in the room but I cant seem to grasp what I'm seeing. There's a crystal chandelier hanging at the center of the ceiling, I guess I never really looked up to notice it. It casts opalescent rainbows across the wall, convincing me I'm seeing the thin veil obscuring heaven. Upwards of 8k, I guess. I close my eyes, feeling like I’m floating. I touch at the sheets beneath me, gripping the material between my fingers. It's something so soft and silky and unexpected for Cardan. New Money, right. I guess he hadn’t lied that night.

“She’s not dead,” I whisper, finally, finding a thread to pick at. “Taryn – my sister.” It’s a presumption, but I would have known if something had happened to her, wouldn’t I? “Extrasensory perception.” It’s too quiet for a long while, so I turn my head and peer at Cardan. I’m surprised to find him staring back at me, with a look I hadn’t seen before. Something dark and bottomless. Like he's looking at me but he's so far in his own head. “I should contact her.”

Cardan’s lips are thin and he tilts his head to take me in. “No…” he drawls it out, and maybe he isn’t really responding to me at all. The cat – Elvira – jumps off his lap, mewling and stretching before strolling to the slightly ajar door, exiting the room. Cardan hardly acknowledges this, only reaches over to the nightstand and picks up a small glass of water. It must have been sitting out for some time because fat drops of condensation beads over his fingers.

“No?” I repeat, using my unhurt arm to help me lift from the bed. I frown, thinking he couldn’t be this cruel to me after the video we had just seen. Just a short call to hear her voice, maybe. “Car -”

“Drink this first,” he cuts me off. “Your voice is dry. Its…grating.” He leans closer to me, resting his elbows at his knees and I take the cup from him, startled by how badly my hand shakes trying to get the rim to my mouth. Cool water drips down to my thighs, and I'm reminded of the lack of clothing I’m actually wearing.

When half the contents are gone, I try again. “Taryn…” I flinch when the image of a knife to her throat comes to mind. In my imagination, her eyes open and she stares directly at me. I feel uneasy as I place a hand to my own neck, tracing phantom marks the knife would have made if it had been pressed deeper. “She’s in trouble – I can’t just – she…” my nails dig into my skin, as I begin to feel dry heaves start to tickle the back of my throat.

“Ghost is on her. She’s fine. She doesn’t seem to know what’s happening, or she shouldn’t know that you know, at least, that it was a set up.” My brows furrow, wondering why he’s insinuating that she may have something to do with this. "And Jude? it really was a setup." He says it so matter-of-factly, his nonchalance making my skin start to heat with frustration. “Anyways, it’s not like you actually care. Did you even know she’s back from her little trip abroad? In fact, she’s been back for some days now. You haven’t made an international call in five weeks – I’m willing to bet the last one wasn’t even to Taryn.” My eyes cut to him when he says her name. My grip on the glass tightens. I feel something awful take precedence in my emotions. I don’t like him saying her name, I realize. I’m too focused on that to really grasp that my sister might have set me up. That she’s weaseled her way into Dad’s little game – if Dad even has anything to do with this.

No - it can’t be. Taryn would never stoop lower than me, and I’ll admit I’ve stooped low enough to lick the dirt. She’s the good one. “She – Cardan, she had a knife to her throat and you’re telling me I can’t contact her?” My voice runs off in the end, pitching higher before disappearing before the end of the sentence and I try not to let that stun me. I clear my throat and try to center myself, look at the water in my hands, try to count except I can’t remember the order of numbers for some reason. It makes my breaths come faster because I’m so utterly aware how not right this is. I try to fixate on his words recall what he’s said. My brows furrow when I pick at something I shouldn’t even be surprised about, “You… you went through my phone records?” The skin around my knuckles feel tight in the hand that holds the glass. I feel like one wrong move and it would shatter in my hands. I’m just so…angry, and I can’t even really pin point why. It feels like I’m grasping at anything to justify my mood, my turmoil.

Cardan eyes my cup, just as unmoved as before and that makes me even more agitated. “Of course, I did.” There’s a ringing in my ears, and the flush in my face feels akin to a fever. My eyes feel so heavy but nothing stops the array of emotions catching up to me. “I don’t think you know how far I’d go…” he trails off like there’s more to be said, and maybe there is. “Just needed to call a bluff,” he settles on, shrugging and it makes me furious.

“A bluff?” I blink, my eyes going wide and when I make eyes contact, he looks away first, leaning back on that stupid chair like he hasn’t got a care in the fucking world. “Men came into my house and tried to kill me,” I seethe, close to yelling now, “I was held at gun point!” It’s the cocktail of drugs I’ve been given, I try to rationalize, “That wasn’t a bluff and you knew! You knew, Cardan! You came in to save me, because you knew they’d kill me,” I'm breathing more shallow, trying to convince him, it seems, that my life is in danger and there’s a girl out there who looks exactly like me.

“Jude,” he says my name in a tone so commanding, it makes me pause. “They wouldn’t have killed you. I guess your pretty ass clouded my judgment because I shouldn’t have ran into save you. You’re probably more of a danger to them than the other way around.” This time, when he smiles, it hurts, because it’s so mocking…knowing, almost. “Is that how Daddy likes to play? Does our holy Father like to throw darts at you to watch you duck them? Or does he expect you to stand and take it, to pay for your sins?”

Without realizing it, I’m standing upright, feeling like there’s a hell in my veins waiting to be unleashed. Later, I’ll wonder how it was ever possible for me to suppress these intense reactions almost all my life. Cardan tilts his head back, staring at me warily, but not worried and I think to myself that maybe he should have kept my hands bound. Cardan raises a brow, “Did I trigger something, Jude?” My fingers flex, the tip of my middle finger finding where Cardan’s metaphor strikes too close to home.

“Fuck you,” I grit. And to my annoyance he laughs.

“Tell me,” he says, “What’s your form of torture, baby? I guarantee whatever you think will hurt me is nothing compared to what I’ve already been through.” I don’t mean to, but my eyes skim his bare arms, finding those small little round scars. I count them, partially pleased I know how to count again, partially disgusted by how many I’ve counted.  He motions me over with a flick of his wrist, “Come here, princess. Go ahead and break the glass. Take a shard and write your name in my skin.” I don’t even mean to move forward but its already too late to backtrack when Cardan grabs my wrist and pulls me on to him. Water splashes over us and he takes the near empty cup from my hand. His free hand finds the palm of mine, thumb going for a round wound at the center, silently telling me whatever I’ve noticed about him, he’s ten steps ahead in regards to me.

He tilts the cup then taps it against the corner of the night table, once, twice – it splinters, then cracks. He holds the fractured glass between us, offering it to me. “You’re real sick, you know that?” I grit, instead of playing his game.

He pulls my hand, I topple closer to him. We’re a breath apart and it's more intimate than I'd like to acknowledge. His eyes blaze like there’s a fire within. It’s going to consume him, I realize. Consume us. His demeanor no longer caries a façade of nicety or indifference. He’s angry, and it’s directed at me. His grip on my hand hurts, “How do you know Sophie?” He asks me slowly. My heart feels heavy. I furrow my brows, getting so exhausted of that name being mentioned.

“I don’t fucking know her,” I whisper. He doesn't believe me and it angers me. It angers me even more that in the back of my mind, I know he shouldn't believe me at all; I dont even believe myself most of the time anyways. He asks me again, hand on mine squeezing the red marks on my wrist. I react. I reach between us and break off piece of the glass. He looks pleased.

"Do it," he dares me. "Do you want me to hold your hand? I like it when you're all batshit like this. Lets me know you got some type of self preservation." He holds my hand to the side of his cheek. "How'd you meet? Camp?" It tickles something in my memory but I dont let him know. "What was she like back then?"

“Why would I know anything about your dead. Ex. Girlfriend?” I press the jagged end of the shard against his skin, but he doesn’t budge. He holds me in place though and I'm very much warned that I'm only doing as much as he's letting me.

“Careful,” he tells me, and I don’t know if he means with what I’m saying or what I’m doing.

I dig the tip deeper, a bloom of ruby leaks onto the glass. My palm gets clammy at the sight. I’m so out of bounds. His feelings for his ex are valid, of course, but when it comes to my feelings about my sister - that shit is just collateral? “Where’s my fucking sister, you entitled piece of shit?”

He lets loose my hand, watching me with, letting me drag the edge down his jaw. “Dead," he whispers, "for all I fucking care,” he says, like he knows I can’t go further than this small scrape, that I can’t stab his jugular like I'm given ample opportunity to. I drop the glass in the cup before grabbing the whole thing from his hand and flinging it to the side. There’s so much force in the throw that it shatters against the far wall.

“Did that make you feel better?” He’s placating me. He pulls me on top of him, my knees bracketing either side of him. He takes hold of my wrists, guiding them behind my back. He restrains them with one hand, the other warms on the side of my leg, slowly moving up until his fingers disappear beneath the hem of the shirt he had lent me. “Now that we’re done with the foreplay,” his finger digs into the back of my thigh, and my back arches as if pushing myself closer against him. “Settle,” he tells me.

I’m taken aback, but I do, I settle, resting my stance, letting him guide me to fully sit on his lap. “Fuck you,” I bite out.

“Yeah,” he mumbles, lifting his hand then slapping it against my inner thigh. I let out a startled yelp, but he lets go of my wrists to hold my cheeks, squeezing them uncomfortably tight, halting any noise I want to make. “And don’t fucking talk to me about entitlement, Jude Duarte.” It’s the first time he’s said my full name and for some reason that unnerves me more than what I saw in that video. He rubs at the sting in my thigh, and gently releases my mouth, sliding his hand down to my neck. I realize how easily he could encase my throat and squeeze it until I take my last breath. I realize just how much of my life Cardan has in the palm of his hands.

“Sorry,” I whisper, feeling like I’ve been here before, apologizing like this when I really didn’t want to. It reminds me of how even though I thought I’ve been in control of my life these past months, it’s only a fraction of what I’ll never have absolute autonomy over.

My hands move on their own accord, settling on his shoulder and at the side of his cheek. My thumb swipes at the blood there. “Sorry,” I whisper again, more sincere, now, transfixed on the blooming red on my finger.  Have I ever even swatted a fly, I wonder to myself. Yet I feel the heavy metal of gun in my hand and I wonder how I know where the safety even is, how it feels to squeeze a trigger and why I could have pointed the barrel to Cardan and be absolutely sure I could take him. I feel what’s it’s like to lift a cross bow and aim it where I want it to go. And maybe I never swatted a fly, but I can’t tell myself I’ve never hurt someone.

He tilts his head into my palm, just slightly, but it makes the air in the room still. “I get it,” he admits, “You’re scared.” I'm petrified. I don’t like being so aware. I'm shaking, I'm nauseous, I want to be swallowed into a black hole.  

“Of course I am,” I manage, trying to focus on his hands, the heat searing into my skin, dipping from my neck to trace at my collarbone, absently, almost. It’s like he’s replaced his pretty cat with me. “ – we don’t talk… you know that… but that doesn’t mean it didn’t freak me out, seeing a knife to her throat.”  I sound rehearsed even to my ears. I want so badly to be worried about my sister.

“Not her throat,” he tells me. “You were scared of seeing a knife to your throat. It’s like looking in a mirror, isn’t it?” when he glances up at me, he’s daring me to refute it. He leans closer to me, roaming that hand at my thigh to the small of my back, holding me securely as his breath hits my ear, “You saw yourself in her.”

His nose tickles at my earlobe. “What about you?” I counter, “You were just as stunned. Do you see yourself in her, too?”

His lips press into my neck. I can feel the stretch of a smile imprint into my skin. “No,” his words vibrate against my flesh, mending with my already strumming pulse. “But I do see myself in you.” He bites down and my fingers squeeze his skin.

“Ah!” I gasp out, ashamed that I can’t help but pull him closer to me. There’s a prickling sensation when he releases me, pulling at my flesh as he goes. It’s like heat and cold fighting to be more dominant than the other. Cardan leans back, taking my hand that had been on his cheek. He smiles charmingly. I say, “you’re a dick.”

He takes my thumb, guiding it to his lips, “Yeah,” he replies. “That part, specifically.” He sucks on my finger, ridding the blood from my prints.  “Are you good now? Tantrum over?” My eyes narrow, but I nod my head just slightly. “Good. I’m going to tell you a secret, okay?”  he waits for me to nod again. I place my hand on his chest, feeling the beat of his heart, steady, compared to mine, but soothing nonetheless. “Your sister is fine. Taryn is more than likely aware of everything. That video was for me, not you. Following?” His finger rubs at the mark he gave me, then follows a stray tendril of hair, trailing the curl before wrapping it around his finger.

My brows furrow, “How – why?” Taryn hates me, but not enough to want me dead, right? At least, I don’t think she has a lot of pull to get me on a hitlist. “You?”

He nods his head, “This is the secret part. When Sophie died, someone sent me a photo of a knife to her throat while she was asleep. The knife is the same, the angle of the photo matches the angle of the video, hell, I bet even the REM cycle is in parallel. I was late. When I got in, she wasn’t just dead, Jude. Her body wasn’t even recognizable." He stares off, holding back a lot more of what he saw. It takes him a minute to talk again. "I haven’t slept properly since I’ve met you, you know.” It seems like he’s going on a tangent. “I started seeing Sophie in my dreams again.” He smiles absently, twisting my hair between his finger. “She’s my favorite haunting, you know,” he says. “Don’t tell, Ghost.” Cardan tugs at the lock slightly, coiling it tightly around his finger. “Those pretty green eyes slowly started turning this unnerving golden color, and when I took a step back, her hair seemed darker, skin got darker, freckles disappeared...”

My mouth feels dry, recalling the image I had imagined earlier. When Taryn opened her eyes in my day dream, they were mine looking back at me. I suppose I’m fairly easy to read if Cardan had clocked that before me. I glance down at his shirt, feeling uneasy about his confession. I don’t want to hear it, don’t want to hear how the love of his life was brutally murdered. Don't want to hear him re-imagine her as me. I take in the letters at the center of his shirt. D. A. R. E. I grimace from the irony. Drug Abuse Resistance Education, or D.A.R.E, is an education program that seeks to prevent use of controlled drugs, membership in gangs, and violent behavior.

“I shouldn’t have rescued you,” he tells me.

“I would have been their hostage, anyways” I let him know.

His grin is wry, “You’re still hostage.” He shrugs, “Maybe I’m the lesser evil – but don’t forget that, Jude. I'm not the good guy here. Im still one of your villains.” Fuck butterflies, when Cardan speaks to me, there’s moths infested in my stomach, eating away at my insides.

“What have you gotten yourself into,” I murmur, tapping at a spot on his chest I know a quote should be. “Wouldn’t it be easier to kill me now?”

“Maybe.” He sighs, “But I want to see this through. Somehow, you’ve gotten into my head and under my skin. I’m more worried about someone else killing you now. Is that selfish? That I keep thinking, if anything, it should be me, right? I should be the one to kill you, just so no one else can." He grins crookedly, it does something to the moths. "And I’m telling you these crazy fucked up things, but I bet if I slipped my hand further up your thigh, get them between your legs, you’d be soaking wet, wouldn’t you?” My eyes widen. “You’re more fucked than me,” he tells me. “And it’s kind of intriguing.”

“Cardan…”

“Go put some pants on, I want to take you somewhere.”

“No handcuffs?” I say, dubiously.

Offhandedly, he replies, “I’m thinking about a leash.”

I blink, “That’s kind of fucked up.”

He raises his brow, “Everything that I’ve ever said to you and that’s what you pick at?”

“Seems like cruel and unusual punishment,” I try. Tied to the bed, drugged, held at gun point. What’s a choker around my neck? Proclamation or possession?

“Maybe a collar. You’d like that, I promise.” I frown, shakily getting off of him. What he's really saying without actually saying is that whoever is after me, has been after him for far longer. Maybe he wants to know more than I do, how exactly we’re connected.

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#Dark AU #jude duarte #cardan greenbriar #jude x cardan #jurdan #jurdan smut #jurdan au #jurdan fanfic #the folk of the air #tfota au #tfota fanfic #tfota #tcp #twk #tqon #the cruel prince #the wicked king #the queen of nothing #angst #dark romance #romance isnt dead fr fr its just dIfFeRenT #the first three lines are pulled directly from tcp #cardan says : Baby #I'm not from here #I'm from the Nightosphere. #and jude says: cool

[analiavs]

On the Road to Being the Prized Bull

I can't believe how long it's been since I genuinely posted something... Here's another excerpt from Alex's Bad End. Its at 7k total.

RemyXAlpha!Bull, (not omegaverse like he's the current prize bull), Alex watches...

Tags/warnings: vouyerism, netorare, mind manipulation, orgasm denial, felching

He followed his herd members though he didn’t remember which pen was his. It wasn’t a problem because he was yanked into a pen by a huge hand. It was the fabled Arsen.

“You’ve been eyeing Remy up. But if you want a taste of him you gotta submit to me first. Though understand there’s no guarantee he’ll bend over for you, he’s of auspicious taste.” He was more shocked that Arsen could actually talk. But he quickly went back on the defensive. 

“I don’t even like Remy!”

“Hm, then keep your dick soft for the next hour or so. Maybe then I’ll believe you.” Arsen was completely dismissive of everything he had to say. Before he could argue Remy walked into the pen, closing the door behind him.

 Remy didn’t look surprised to see him, in fact he smirked. But otherwise, he was ignored. Arsen sat on his hay bed and Remy practically threw himself into his lap.

“Moo.” In an instant Arsen was acting like a stupid cow again. He wanted to call him out on it, but immediately Remy started whining. 

“That stupid bitch vomited all over me today! It’s like why even come if you can’t take the heat. It got all over me and poor Hot-To-Trot it was fucking disgusting!”

“Moo.” 

“Exactly! And I didn’t have any spare clothes, so I had to waste merch! Ugh and then closing everything early today! I’m losing profit.” 

“Mooo?” He was honestly impressed how one sound could convey active listening. 

“Of course I am! I’m breaking up with her at the next party! Vomit on me in front of everyone…I’ll destroy her social standing! She’ll never be able to show her face in public again!” Remy being a petty vindictive bitch was no surprise to him, at this rate he was gonna win the bet.

But he noticed an odd movement between the two of them. He got a whiff of Arsen’s musk and realized Remy was jacking him off. He hadn’t even noticed. The voice told him that it was his dick that deserved Remy’s touch. He shook his head and looked away. But as the musk increased and a wet sound got his attention he couldn’t resist a glance.

Remy was happily lapping at balls that were the size of his head. And greater still was the semi-erect shaft attached to them. Even his newly transformed dick couldn’t compete with that monster. Arsen might even beat out some centaurs. Remy didn’t even balk at it, he looked blissful. The complete 180 was jarring. He wanted to win the bet, but something about the way Remy was licking was enthralling. Eventually Remy worked up to licking up Arsen’s shaft. When it was finally fully hard he kissed the tip.

“Ready for your milking?”

“Yes.” He heard Remy giggle and watched him lower his shorts. Without realizing it his head turned to try and catch a glimpse of Remy’s hole. Arsen’s chuckle snapped him out of it. 

“Would you like him to prepare you?” Remy’s eyes glimmered as he pretended to mull it over. He should have felt disgusted by the suggestion, but even Remy’s condescending smirk didn’t build up that same vitriol it would have two days ago. Worst of all, he could feel himself getting horny at the prospect. 

“I dunno… I had to compensate Hot-to-Trot for his emotional distress so I’m still a little loose. But maybe if he asks me nicely, I’ll let him put a little more lube in me.” He wanted to laugh it off. But he felt his tongue turn to lead in his mouth. Arsen reached over and squeezed Remy’s ass cheeks, before spreading them.

His eyes immediately locked onto that pink hole. Drool pooled in his mouth and he felt his ears flick up and down. Even his girlfriend hadn’t made him feel like this, what had Dr. Harper done to him. Before he could stop himself sounds were shooting out of his mouth. 

“Moo!” 

“Poor thing. It’s alright cow, I’ll allow you to lube me up but you can only use your mouth. I don’t want those filthy hands or that tiny dick anywhere near me.” Arsen snorted in support. 

“You heard him. The unworthy must crawl.” For a brief second his pride returned to him. He tried to fight his body as he dropped to his knees. He could see Remy’s smirk twisting into a full blown smile as he crawled towards him. When he finally reached them he knelt before them. Arsen smiled at him, like he was proud.

“Good.” He snorted, “You have an innate sense of your place in the herd, you may partake of the bounty.” He couldn’t deny himself anymore and pressed his mouth onto Remy’s hole. On the first lick he could taste the centaur and once he pressed his tongue in left over cum flooded onto his tongue. 

He felt his stomach curl with revulsion, but instead of pulling away he kept going. His hands tightened his grip on the hay as he tried to get all that cum out of Remy. His cum was still unworthy, but he had to clear the way for Arsen’s. And then maybe he’d be able to taste Arsen’s too. His dick hardened against his thigh while he worked.

Besides the occasional giggle Remy didn’t acknowledge him or his effort. Instead he was devoting himself to fellating Arsen. From his position all he could see was ass, but he could hear Remy swallowing. He wasn’t sure how long he serviced Remy, but all he could taste was cum. He’d never even tasted centaur cum before, but he was certain that now it was imprinted into his mind.

And why was he denied touch. The voice spoke to him again. But instead of a vague urge he heard it,

“Mount him, know the pleasure of serving.” It was his own voice.

+++Stress, +++ arousal

Before he could consider listening, Remy was lifted away from him. His tongue kept reaching out for him. Arsen effortlessly manhandled Remy until he was holding him on the tip off his dick. It was a testament to his strength, watching made him feel like Arsen wanted him to witness the gap between them. 

Then Remy effortlessly managed to take in Arsen’s dick. And though Remy was only about a foot shorter than Arsen, his stomach still bulged out once he managed to take the whole thing. He stared mouth agape as Arsen started thrusting. He gripped the straw in yearning. 

Anyone else would have been ripped apart, but Remy was happily throwing it back. Auspicious tastes indeed. He couldn’t compete, but he desperately wanted to be in Arsen’s place. His dick throbbed, he ignored it enraptured by the sight. Between moans he heard Remy taunt him,

“Such an obedient bull. You better not cum, I won’t have you waste a drop of merchandise.” And without a touch it was like there was a vice around his balls. Were all of the cows beholden to Remy’s whims.

Finally the two of them came. Arsen slammed Remy down one last time and Remy’s spend landed on his face.

His cock throbbed painfully and without conscious effort he started licking up the meager amount of cum sprayed onto him. 

“Yes, this one knows his place well enough. He may yet be a credit to the herd.” Remy smirked and placed a hand on his cheek.

“We’ll see tonight won’t we? You’ll be a good boy and make looots of milk for me.” He leaned his head into the pets. If he closed his eyes he could almost imagine her hands. 

“Well I’ll be going now. You two play nice till milking.” Remy got dressed, seemingly unperturbed by the cum dripping down his legs. Surely, he wouldn’t go out like that. As the door closed behind him he heard Remy shout for someone.

“Oi Brutus, come here boy!” He heard Arsen chuckle and looked at him.

“He’s insatiable. Don’t delude yourself into thinking you can satisfy him.” The teasing snapped him back to reality. 

“I don’t want anything to do with him.” Arsen scoffed, 

“You do and that’s natural. Who wouldn’t want him. Besides his ass, he’s so sweet and kind. He is of a magnanimous spirit…” As Arsen went into a soliloquy about his love for Remy Alex tuned him out, he seriously acted like some wiseman the second Remy was gone. But more confusing was his reverence for one of the worst people on the island. And if he thought about it, hadn’t that one girl been the same. He felt close to a breakthrough, he wasn’t sure what he was on the verge of discovering. 

#remy the farmer #prized bull alex #alex the farmhand #degrees of lewdity #Alex’s Bad End

[spectresbase]

Spectre's Advent Calendar Days 4 & 5

Continuing the trend of missing a day and uploading multiple days at once to make up for it. Much like I do with IRL Advent Calendars. Today's featured characters belong to @lastman505 and @safficeArt

Nothing supercharged emotions like being shot at and missed, and Denara’d been shot at a lot in the last few minutes. They’d barely gotten into hyperspace before she was in the hold of the U-Wing, throwing herself at Prelan. The next few moments were a whirlwind of kisses and touches, interspersed with frantic scrabbling at clothing until they were back together again, the touch of skin on skin only fueling the fires.

His hands hooked under her ass and the burly commando lifted Denara completely off the deck. Squealing with delight, she wrapped her legs around him, leaning into the kiss while he settled his grip. The kiss broke when he let her fall squarely onto his cock, the sudden penetration driving a breathy moan from her. “Yes!”

He gave her a couple of strokes to get used to his size, but he’d been missed by as many shots as she had. Her first moan had barely finished echoing around the cramped cargo hold before another replaced it. Then another. And another. Soon the hold was full of her breathy voice. “Harder! Yes! I love your cock, Commander! Fuck me just the way I like it!” The only pause in her rolling commentary came when for a moment he put her down. Any worries he was done with her were dispelled when he picked her up again, this time from behind, holding her up, legs splayed so they could both watch her tits bounce in the reflection off some of the supply boxes they’d been shot at recovering. It was in that position that he unloaded his first load in her. It wasn’t the last. Giving them both a moment to admire the way his cum dripped out of her, he lifted her again and dropped her right back onto his cock, squirting cum to the floor and earning a fresh moan. It was a long flight back to base, and they used every minute of it.

*****

“That’s right, get real deep in there. Prove you want me to tell you where the drive is.” Bent over, Puxx shivered in delight, both at the tongue working its way into her ass, and the power she held over such a normally untouchable bitch. Two days ago the woman with her tongue up Puxx’s ass would’ve sold her out for a pat on the head from the shadow corporation she belonged to. Now she was spit polishing Puxx’s pucker like the good like brown nosing scum she really was. And all because Puxx had stumbled on some intel that would make her bosses look bad. Now the slut was willing to do anything to get it back. “Fuck! You’re good at this. Bet you’re a blast at all the holiday parties. How many asses did you eat to get to this fancy office? Would you say it was more than the number of cocks you sucked, or less? I bet it was more. You seem like the type.” The exec bristled, fingers on her ass tightening, but the tongue didn’t stop. If she still had a mouth, Puxx would’ve grinned. 

“I bet you're really a closet freak. A bitch to the people under you. All uptight and no fun, but the second somebody above you gets you in their office you’re down on all fours, nose in their crack and tongue up their ass. Bet you get off on it too. Right? Tell me I’m right.” The only reply she got was a snarl, but it was half hearted. Unlike the tongue in her ass. There was nothing half hearted about the way it worked, and Puxx abandoned her taunts to focus on not losing her balance as her control finally snapped and the wave of pleasure that’d been building broke over her. Her knees went weak and it was her turn to clutch at something, fingers digging into her own thighs as she rode it out. As the wave subsided, she turned to face the kneeling woman. “There.” The exec snapped waspishly. “I did what you asked. Now give me the disk!” Her face was scrunched up in such a haughty expression Puxx almost believed the disgust she was trying to project. Almost. The eyes told a different story. They were hungry eyes. “I could… Reaching into the woman’s desk drawer, Puxx found exactly what she expected to be there. She pulled it out. “Or I could put you up this desk and fuck you stupid with this.” She brandished the strap on. “Your call...”

#not sfw #smut #adult fanfiction #fanfiction #original character #lemon #star wars smut #star wars #original rebel characters #Original cyberpunk characters #cyberpunk

[suchagallabitch]

you think that it’s funny when i’m mad, mad, mad

for @gallavichthings Gallavich Week 2022: Day Two. Based on the quote “I love being married. It’s so great to find that one special person you want to annoy for the rest of your life.” - Rita Rudner. 

5 times Ian and Mickey annoyed each other, +1 time they joined forces to annoy someone else

Read undercut or on a03! 

1.

Ian didn’t mind when Mickey borrowed his clothes. They had been sharing since they were kids and ran with the excuse of just ‘finding’ the other’s clothes on the floor, just needing to put something on.

Now married, older, the habit didn’t die down any.

It filled Ian with some weird primitive joy watching as Mickey made his way into the kitchen, pulling down a shirt that was a little too big on him.

That was until Mickey started to wear only his clothes in protest of Ian saying he couldn’t steal the nice shit from the laundry anymore. Ian was pretty sure Mickey wore every single shirt he owned in order to make him squeeze into one of Mickey’s, out of options.

2.

Ian was usually the first to snap a photo. Usually commemorate, usually in goodwill. Sometimes to embarrass or capture something private. Always to be shared with people whose none-of-their-fucking-business was to see. Mickey voiced his grievances to his husband only to get an apathetic eye roll that made Mickey's blood run a little more hot than usual. Ian said Mickey was being annoying, bugging him anytime he wanted to share something.

So Mickey incited his revenge. Over months he collected as many embarrassing, non-polished pictures of his husband as he could. After an unsatisfying conclusion to an inconsequential fight where Ian thought he had won, Mickey needed to prove that his husband was in fact not victorious.

Ian had left his phone face down on the kitchen counter, only stopping to wash the dishes when he realised his phone wasn’t going to stop buzzing, threatening to fall off the counter completely with the movement. His eyes immediately went to a collection of photos his husband had sent. A few dozen of his own face, each showing Ian sporting an annoyed look that varied from mild intolerance to murderous rage. If he could see his own face he was willing to bet his current expression was closer to the latter.

Ian lowered his phone to see his husband standing in front of him, a shit-eating grin. “I’m the annoyed one, bitch?” Mickey wiggled his eyebrows.

3.

Mickey’s head was idly tucked against the croon of Ian’s neck. He was vaguely aware of his surroundings, of the tv blaring in the background past his head-lidded eyes and slowed breathing. He firmly believed the best way to test the quality of the product they were peddling was to test it themselves. Some sleep-remedy promising joint was doing its job as he felt his body losing consciousness. He nuzzled deeper into Ian, a yawn escaping his lips.

Then suddenly a finger poked into his mouth, cutting his yawn short as his lips slowly closed against the digit, not at all moving. He peeled his eyes open, staring daggers at his husband,

a little too confused to even register as annoyed. Still, his brow climbed up his forehead. “What the fuck” He slowly made out, hitting Ian’s chest to distance them.

Ian gave a lazy shrug as if that was a justifiable answer. Mickey’s peeved stare was evident it wasn’t. “Don’t know, saw Freddie do it to Lip the other day”

“Fred’s fucking two” Mickey deadpanned. A moment of mutual silence as they both thought it over. Ian didn’t want to really acknowledge that he had just repeated the move of a toddler. His cheeks grew a shade pinker, taking the finger that still rested against Mickey’s lower lip and wiping it against the collar of his shirt, seemingly trying to act as if the act didn't happen.

Mickey continued to stare at him a long while after, untrusting. Finally, he looked away when he realised his husband was more focused on the TV than annoying his ass. Mickey readjusted his weight on his partner once more, smacking his lips. He looked up once more, meaning to alert Ian he was going to be trapped there for at least the next hour. The second he opened his mouth to speak the finger fucking returned. He had half the nerve to bite it off.

4.

Ian pushed the door of the apartment open with a little sigh. When his eye line hit the messy living room he couldn’t help but clench his jaw, fed up that it remained in the state he left it in despite what he thought was an agreement. “Mickey!” He shouted, kicking the pile of Franny’s shit that had been in a pile for days. A pile that Mickey was supposed to clean while Ian grabbed their laundry. No response. An eye-roll as he threw the laundry onto the couch, his effort was now going to be one Mickey needed to make. “Mick!”

A voice from their bedroom sounded after a dramatic huff, “What?” Ian huffed, almost tripping over a doll as he went to follow the lead. His body pressed against the door frame staring down at Mickey, idly lying in bed, not a single care in the world. “The apartment?”

“What about it”

“Still looks like a fucking shit show”

Mickey had the nerve to chuckle, a slight smirk. “Yeah, well, you’re the one that chose it so”

Ian was suddenly aware of how tight his teeth were pressed together. Still, he tried to level with his husband, posture straightening as his voice went softer.“Asked you to-”

“Fucking Christ this shit again” Mickey waved a dismissing hand, eyes piercing his husband’s as if Ian was in the wrong. “Stop fucking nagging me! Do it when I do it” lips pursed together, done with the conversation, once again focused on ignoring his partner.

“How am I nagging?!”

“You're being fucking annoying. Get off my ass” Mickey didn’t bother to look up until Ian raised his voice slightly. The air was buzzing in the mutual annoyance the two had for one another.

“That's nagging” the blasé of which Mickey corrected him made Ian want to strangle him with all the shit yet to be put away.

“I’m not”

“Yes you fucking are”

“Well I wouldn’t have to if you just-"

“I fucking will… when you stop nagging me to”

“Well I’d stop fucking ‘nagging’” Ian dramatic air quotes, Mickey audibly snorted at Ian's rising anger. “When you stop being a bitch. Seriously man,  asking you to do the most basic of fucking tasks here. Just fucking do it and I’ll stop bothering-”

Mickey just stared up at Ian, teeth grazing his bottom lip. After a long moment, he spoke. “This still sounds like fucking nagging to me”.  

“Oh, my go- not nag-” Ian didn’t bother finishing his sentence watching as Mickey threw his middle finger, a loud and clear ‘shut the fuck up’.

5.

At first, Mickey was completely against it. He liked video games just fine, always was a good time blowing shit up and shooting no matter the medium. The fact that he was also pretty damn good at most of them meant that he was willing to play video games whenever proposed. Real games. He had the nerve to laugh in Ian’s face when he suggested they play fucking Minecraft. He cocked an eyebrow, a slight snort followed. “Ain’t that the shit your ten-year-old brother plays?”

Ian’s blush was evident as his eyes shifted everywhere to avoid Mickey’s teasing gaze. Still, he persevered. “I mean yeah but him and Fran were playing it when I went to drop off the shit for Lip the other day. It looked kinda fun” he shoved his hands into his pocket, retreating a small DVD to show it to his husband. Mickey laughed once again. “No fucking way!”

“Shut up” Ian’s shoulder hit Mickey’s. “They bought the wrong one for their Xbox and we have a PS now so I just took it” he bowed his head a little embarrassed at the way Mickey watched him as if he was the most interesting thing ever. “It’s fine we don’t have to play, thought it might be cool”

Mickey let out one last chuckle, hand reaching his husband’s arm, rubbing up and down. “Nah man, it's cool we can” Ian finally looked back up, a slight unsure smile that instantly transferred over to Mickey’s own expression. “Imma kick your ass”

With that he beelined to the couch, grabbing their controllers. “You’re not really supposed to fight” Ian tried to correct, following after him.

They settled into their usual spots, took them a good half hour to figure out how to play as a test run. Mickey continued to give his husband an unsure side-eye as he watched his character punch down a tree. Ian shrugged following his lead, collecting dirt, unsure what else to do. Eventually, their test run turned into three hours of not moving other than to get another few beers or to take a piss. Neither wanted to admit how much fun they were having.

Ian was a bit of a purist when it came to playing. Liked the challenge of staying alive and having to survive. Mickey started having fun the second he could kill shit. He terrorised all the livestock, made swords with the intent of the hunt. Ian didn’t mind his husband's domination of the land, their characters needed to eat anyway. Ian didn’t care until he was the one getting brutalised.

Mickey started off punching him every once and a while, which eventually devolved into straight-up chasing him with an iron sword that Mickey somehow acquired.

“Stop trying to fucking kill me!” Ian pushed Mickey away from him with a sweaty palm while trying to use his controller to sprint away.

Mickey didn’t say anything back, too focused on trying to kill Ian. He eventually did, Ian’s character’s respawned screen taking over the whole TV for the sixth time in the last forty-five minutes.

“Fucking hell!” “Got you bitch!” They both yelled at the screen, controllers slamming into their laps.

+1

Ian and Mickey had been together for a long fucking time. Never in either of their lives would they imagine their relationship lasting so long that they would forget how long they had been together because at that point ‘forever’ seemed like an appropriate answer. Regardless they were grateful it worked out for them. Part of the joys of being married for so long was the pleasure that came with getting to annoy one another for the rest of time.

They had always been ball busters. Both liked to poke fun and tease one another at any chance given. Doing little things to get the other riled up a little just for the fun of it. Annoying one another for shits and giggles was just a spousal privilege at that point. They were both a little jazzed when they realised that right extended to parenthood. 

Was it a dick move to sometimes mess with their children? Maybe. But their girls had their own fair share of dick moves as it was. 

They had been in the living room for the last four hours trying to watch this movie Carl had been raving about all weekend.  Ready for the next hour to be nothing but subpar action and mindless indulgence a little body would make their way in front of the TV begging for their dads for something. They were both privy to the reasonable request, hungry for lunch or to be tucked in for a nap. Autumn was down for the count pretty fast, Ruby on the other hand was a different story. She bounced into the living room or kitchen every few minutes, asking for something. Never anything of any importance, honestly just bothering for bothering sake.

Around the tenth time, Ruby made her way into the living room, the couple decided to enact their revenge. A juvenile plan sure, but both were determined to finish their movie if it was the last thing they did that afternoon. They settled into their spots on the couch, melted into one another as they stared up at the screen. 

“Dadda?” Ruby bounced in, standing off the side of the living room where they couldn’t see her all that well. “Daddy?” She tried again after realising that she wasn’t getting an answer. She stood in front of the TV this time.

“Dads?” Ruby walked closer to the couch, arms extended outwards to dramatically announce her presence, in both her dad’s eye lines. “Hello?” she waved her arms up and down. Still, nothing. 

Mickey hummed, something about the fact that they were purposefully annoying her was ringing up as funny. For whatever reason Ian felt it too, a tight breath to stop any laughter. 

“He’s kinda hot” Mickey nodded at the TV, past Ruby. Ian blindly nodded. 

It took all Ian’s willpower watching Ruby’s little face twist in disgust to not burst into laughter. He quickly barred his head into Mickey’s neck to try and not blow their cover. Mickey seemed to be holding his own wave of laughter as Ian felt his head atop of his own, shallow breaths as he placed an inconspicuous kiss on his ginger hair.

It wasn’t until the couple felt the weight of a small stuffed animal land right in between them, that they gave up the act, a heavy laugh consuming both of them to the point they couldn’t breathe, bodies rolling onto the other, plushy crushed under them. 

For whatever reason Ruby’s murderous little glare was working wonders, both of them laughing so hard their ribs went tough. 

Ian pulled the blanket all the way up, wiping his teary eyes on the hem before offering it over to an equally worn Mickey. They made eye contact for a split second before bursting back into laughter. Through their fit they barely heard the dramatic sigh of Ruby, defeated. “You guys are annoying” she rolled her eyes, storming off. 

#gw2022 #gw2022day2 #drabble #gallavich #elle writes #also each of these is 100 words more than the last. #why? #for funsies #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #ian and mickey

[trippygalaxy]

LMAOOO ITS LIKE I DIED, I CAME WITH NEW STORYS! I COULDNT GIVE U ANY EARLIER DUE TO SOME STUFF GOIN ON BUT NOW I CAN! I HOPE THEE ENJOYS WHAT I GOT IN STORR FOR LEGEND

Readers POV:

Yummy soup. I love me some soup. Wilds cookin is the best frfr and i forgot the name of the yummy food lol. Legend rn looks like he doesnt wanna eat......and yk i havent ate in like what? Five days? Im starvin so yk, im sure he wouldnt mind passin some on to me. "Ayo bestie, you gonna eat that cause you look like u abouta give it back to mr tree danglin cookin mono over there" I said in a joking tone, but halfy serious. " No, not really. You can have it" Somethin is up, for a while he hasnt been eatin. I put the yummy soup down and almost cried cause im starvin but legend is more important....totally......a little more soup wont hurt yk. "Alright emo pinkie pie, lets go" I stand up, puttin the soup down and takin his as well. "Huh, where are u goin" uhhh this dude deaf or smt? Mono i said lets not imma go "bitch i said lets as in we, get ur emo pink ass up, we gonna walk with some yummy music" i said walkin towards the forest. Time shot a glance at me, confused. I gave him a look sayin imma just walk with legend. A threw a twig at the monos head sayin lets go bro.

We were walkin with some nice jazz rn. I wanted to be far from the others but not so far that we would get lost. I looked at legend who seemed zoned out, guess he's thinkin abt smt. "Alright, tell me whats goin on" I said while straight up takin a seat on the yummy ground. He looked at me with his pretty blue eyes, very cute. I patted the ground next to me signalin him to sit next to me. He took a hot second but finally sat down next to me. I guided his head down to my lap, which didnt last long cause he immediately went back up. "What are you planning to do?" He asked with very confused eyes. "Oh ma god broski doski just roll with it my mono" I said guiding his head again. This time he stayed. He got comfortable and he looked at me wanting a reason for all this. "Somethins up with you, you've haven't been eating and you zone out a lot. I wanna know why" I said while combing his soft hair with my fingers. "Well I wanna ask you the same thing, you havent ate for a while, you only ate today" Bitch i asked first "But i started eatin today again so, you tell me whats up with you" He sighed then turned his body away so he wasnt facin me anymore. "Its just that i dont want this, I want a peaceful life without all this mess" He misses home, just like me "Hm, thats sorta my awnser for my thing, except i just miss the ppl in it....... and the wifi, food, clothes ect" He chuckled a bit, its nice to see him so calm "Well you seem to bring a lot of that here" Damn he's right "Yea but thats just my attitude, I've been like this for as long as I remember" "Chaotic?" STOP CUTTIN ME OFF MONO LET ME FINISH IMMA MAKE A PICKUP LINE NOW "Dude, why cut me off, istg ur done" He laughed at this, i tjought for a moment then i got it "Are you the sun? Cause your making me smile like a spring day!" That made him chuckle! "You such a weirdo"He said sleepily "Tankeu" We stayed quiet for a while then I felt a small snore. AWWWWWWW HE FELL ASLEEP HE IS SO CUTTEEE CUTIE POOKIE! I pressed a small kiss on his cheek, I'll tell time later.

I HOPE U LIKE THISSSSS SRRY FOR BEIN DEAD FOR YEARS AND THIS ISNT SO CHAOTIC BUT STILL HOPE U LIKE ITTTTT STAY SAFE!

DONT BE SORRY MY LOVELY ANON!! !TAKE CCARE OF YOURSELF AND YOUR DARLING BRAIN OF YOURS <3333

HDSJKDA LOVING DIS THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THESE FUNNY LITTLE GIFTS I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

#trippy answers #anon ask #tales from the void

[earlgreydream]

rough.

| draco x reader | angst | smut |

enemies to lovers 🖤

anon requested. theyre enemies but deep down theres a sexual tension and one day theyre on vacation and have to stay in one room together

cw: angst, name-calling (degradation), hate-fucking, very slightly dubcon

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“I can’t stand you! I don’t want to stay in a room with you!” You shouted, shoving him away from you.

“I’m just as angry as you! I don’t know how the hell this happened!” Draco snapped, pushing past you into your shared hotel room.

You had gone on vacation to America with some of your schoolmates, and due to a mix up in the planning, you and Draco had ended up in the same hotel room. To make matters worse, the room only had one bed.

Draco was your sworn enemy since first year. He’d embarrassed you in front of the Weasley twins, the boys you had a crush on, and you’d retaliated by tainting the love potion he gave to Pansy. It had started seven years of fighting and backbiting, the two of you always at each other’s throats and never seeing eye to eye.

It had become second nature to fight with Draco. Screaming matches with him lit a specific fire in your belly— different from anything else. It burned through you, igniting every nerve in your body. You thought it was anger, though it proved to be more when nothing satiated the rage, and your mind began to wander.

The electrically charged energy between you was hard to ignore. It was like a live wire, blazing everything in its wake, or an oil spill, turning everything flammable.

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“Malfoy-” you started, but you were cut off by his sharp glare.

“I was going to suggest that we change quickly and meet the others in the lobby. I was going to ask if I could use the loo, but I was going to give you the courtesy of offering it first,” you hissed, and he shook his head.

“Go, it’s fine.”

You stepped into the bathroom, closing the door. You were desperate for some distance from Draco. You freshened up in the mirror, not taking too long so you didn’t get him even more agitated than he already was.

“What are we going to do about-?”

“We’re going to worry about it when the time comes,” you interrupted, glancing at the one bed.

The bathroom door slammed shut, leaving you alone in the small room. There wasn’t a couch— and the chair simply wasn’t adequate. Ultimately, you both knew the two of you were going to end up in bed together that night, whether you liked it or not.

A deep sigh left your lips, and you grabbed your bag, preparing to meet your friends downstairs. Draco locked the door behind the two of you, and the elevator ride was painfully silent. 

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“My two favorite people. Sorry about the room situation,” Theo grinned, opening his arms as you walked up to him. 

You stepped into his chest, letting tattooed limbs wrap around you. He kissed the top of your head, grinning into your hair. 

“If Malfoy’s mean to you, you just let me know, okay? I’ll take care of him,” Theo promised you, finally getting you to giggle. 

“Maybe tell her not to be a right bi-”

“Draco, baby, try a little harder,” Theo hummed, kissing Malfoy’s cheek before getting pushed off. You laughed at them. 

Seven years, and you still wondered how it was possible for Theo-- the sweetest boy in the world, to be best friends with Draco Malfoy-- the devil’s incarnate. 

“Come on, we’ll get breakfast then catch the ferry,” Cedric said, handing out ferry passes to your group: Draco, Theo, Blaise, Fred, George, Hermione, Ginny, Pansy, Cedric, and you. 

Hermione took your hand, pulling you from the Slytherin boys. 

“It’s going to be fun. And besides, we’ll only be sleeping in the rooms. It’s not a problem,” Hermione assured you, the girls walking ahead of the others.

“Except there is only one bed,” you muttered, and Ginny and Pansy spun to look at you. 

“Are you serious?” Ginny giggled, and you smacked her arm. 

“It is not funny!”

They held their hands up in defense, though their amusement was clear. You took the subway to the ferry, crowded with American muggles. 

“Careful!” Draco hissed in your ear, catching you ask you lost your balance. His hand went around your waist, pinning you to his chest. 

“M’sorry, I slipped!” you were thankful for him holding onto you, even if you’d never admit it. You gripped the pole for support, trying not to lean into him too much. He helped you off of the train, and you took Theo’s hand as you boarded the ferry. 

“Look at the statue!” you gasped, admiring the skyline and leaning on the railing of the boat as you road to Staten Island. 

“Don’t fall,” Draco came to your other side. 

“Are you serious? Draco, I’m not a child!” you snapped.

“You’re leaning on the railing, and we can’t be using magic to drag you out of the water!”

You shot him an indignant look, and climbed up to stand on the railing. Even Theo looked anxious at your actions. 

“Get the fuck down, right now.” Draco’s grey eyes were wide, and you stared back at him, daring him to touch you. 

“We’re going to dock, and it’ll knock the-” Theo was interrupted before he could finish his sentence. The boat stopped suddenly, and as you caught yourself, Draco grabbed your waist, pulling you off of the railing. 

You shrieked, struggling away as he pulled you down. He refused to let go of you, and you tried to shove him off. 

“Knock it off. And quit doing dangerous shit,” Draco swatted your ass through your denim shorts, making Theo choke on his water bottle. You immediately stilled, staring at him in horror. 

“Did you just spank me?” You gasped, startled. 

He let go of you, answering with only a cold look. You shook your head and went to join the others, Theo and Draco falling into conversation with Cedric and Blaise. 

“What happened back there? We heard you yelling,” Hermione asked, grinning behind her oversized mirrored sunglasses.

“Draco just being an ass. It’s fine,” you said, stealing her sunglasses and putting them on. 

“Come on, let’s go have some fun.”

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You spent the day sightseeing, walking around Staten Island before going back to Manhattan. The sun was warm overhead, the summer heat getting to your minds. You’d managed to avoid bickering with Draco most of the day, but now the sun was hanging low in the sky, casting a golden-orange glow over everything. You were drinking cocktails at a place near Times Square, tired from being on your feet all day.

“Tomorrow we’re going to the MET,” Theo said, checking the plans. 

You stayed out late, talking and laughing until the lights of the city had drowned out the ink-black sky. You were tired, a little buzzed, overly hot, and you wanted to sleep. 

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“What the hell was that on the ferry? Do you think you can just-?” Draco grabbed your arm, cutting off your rant that you’d saved until you were in private, not wanting to fight in front of your friends. Your back hit the hotel room door, Draco’s chest pressed up against yours.

“Do I think I can just what? Knock that bullshit little smirk off of your face?” Draco seethed. 

“Tell me what to do!” You pushed his shoulders, though he didn’t move.

“It’s clear that you can’t be trusted to make good choices on your own.”

“That’s rich coming from you-” you hissed, feeling the familiar burning spread through your abdomen. 

“You should learn a little respect,” Draco’s hand wrapped around your throat, the rings on his fingers cold against your warm skin. A moan escaped you before you could stop it, and his eyebrows shot up. 

“Is this what you need? Do you just need to have the bitch fucked out of you?” You squirmed, gripping his wrist and trying to pry his hand off of your throat. 

You were seething, the energy between you becoming intensely sexually charged. You hated yourself for growing aroused, but you couldn’t keep the heat from spreading through your body, and you were becoming keenly aware of your throbbing sex. 

Draco pushed his knee between your thighs, and you shook your head. 

“No, no.”

“No? You aren’t horny and desperate? I know how much you hate me, and I know you’ve been dying to release all that pent up energy. You’re going to be sleeping in the same bed with me tonight, trapped under the sheets with my body. If you don’t act now, you’ll have to go untouched for the next week of this trip...” he smirked, knowing he had leverage, able to see how desperate you were. 

Truly, Draco was desperate for you too. You made him so angry, but you managed to turn him on as you got under his skin. He was aroused now, growing harder as he watched you squirm in pure need. He was waiting to hear you say yes, to give in. He may have hated you, but he wasn’t an animal. 

You bit your lip so hard you tasted metal, trying to hold in a scream. Your chest heaved with heavy breaths, your eyes narrowed into a glare. His thigh was pressed against your sex, and you fought against the urge to grind against him, desperate for friction. 

“Fuck,” you swore, and Draco squeezed your throat, making you whimper. 

“Is that a no, Y/N? Do you want me to let go of you? Let you go finger yourself in the shower?” he mocked you. 

“I hate you.”

“I know. It’s mutual, love.”

“Alright, Draco. Please fuck me. But this doesn’t mean anything!”

He smirked, letting go of you and tossing his shirt aside. You rid your own clothes with his, freezing as your eyes lingered on his naked body. The need and arousal pulsing through your body was overpowering, and just the sight of him was making you falter. 

“Do you need me to do everything for you? Get over here,” Draco’s hand wrapped around your elbow, tugging you toward him. He ripped your panties off, the veins in his hand flexing at the display of strength.

“Draco!”

“Save it.”

Draco hauled you to the bed, bending you over the edge. You struggled, trying to sit up. He shoved your head back down, pressing your chest against the duvet. 

“Are you serious?” you snapped as he gripped your wrists in one hand, holding them at the small of your back. 

“You’re going to lay here and be good or you’re not going to get fucked at all,” Draco threatened, and you burned in shame. You stopped straining yourself to look at him, residing to resting your head on your side, ceasing your struggle against his hold. 

A choked groan left your lips as Draco slammed into your cunt all at once. He buried himself deep enough to where his hips were pressed to your ass, his body bent over yours. Draco slammed into you, frustration powering his rough thrusts. You writhed under his strong grip, moaning and squealing as he tore into your tight heat. Even with how wet you were, your body spasmed at the force. 

It felt primal, rough, and dirty. 

Fucking Draco was scandalous, even for you. The two of you getting so angry that the energy had to be channeled into sex felt deviant, Draco’s cock tainting your innocence with every thrust. 

You felt better than Draco had imagined. Your noises were erotic, encouraging him more than the momentum he was gaining. He kicked your legs further apart, shoving himself deeper into your sex. Your moan was muffled by the duvet, squeezing your eyes shut. It felt like he was tearing you open, and you couldn’t get enough. Your head was spinning, and your fingers flexed, the only part of your body you could move freely against his hold. 

“You’re fucking divine,” Draco breathed, reaching his hand under the two of you. His fingers found the area where your bodies connected, sliding upward through your folds. 

“Draco, fuck, please!” you cried, arching your back as he pressed against your nerves. 

“Please what, love? Are you going to quit being contrary?”

“Yes, I’ll do anything, just please touch me there,” you begged, abandoning your stubbornness.

You buried your face in the bed and screamed, your back curving into a bow as he fucked into you in time with the circles he was tracing with skilled fingers.

Draco swore as you pulsed around him, squeezing his cock as you cried from euphoria. Electricity shot through your limbs, your orgasm ripping through your body. Draco was quick to follow, pulling out and coming over your ass, watching you shudder and throb around nothing. 

As his memories being frustrated with you returned, he continued his assault on your clit, pinching you harshly to watch you writhe and scream. 

“Draco, Draco, I’m sorry, I’ll be nice, just stop!” you squealed, trying to kick him as he overstimulated you. 

He released you as you asked, taking in the sight of your absolutely wrecked body. Your arms were shaking as you brought them under you, trying to push yourself up onto your elbows. You heaved in deep breaths, still trembling as you came down from your high. 

Draco wiped down your skin for you, finding some decency. 

“Hey, look at me. You alright?” Draco held your jaw, tilting your face up. You nodded, and he slid boxers up his leg before digging for something in his jacket pocket. 

“Y/N. Come here,” Draco’s voice was low and husky, his back to you. 

You forced yourself to stand up, your legs weak as you stepped toward him. You followed Draco onto the balcony, where he sat down on a lounge chair. Ringed fingers wrapped around your wrist, pulling you to sit sideways on his lap. 

His touch was no longer aggressive or harsh, but instead moving you with authority. You held a blanket loosely around your body, shielding you from the cool night air. 

Draco didn’t speak as he pulled a cigarette from the box, putting it between his lips. He lit the end before setting the box and the lighter on the table, leaning his head back and taking a drag. He held your jaw, pressing his lips against yours before exhaling the smoke into your mouth. 

He turned, watching the city lights glitter around you. He offered you the cigarette, and you accepted, sharing with him. 

“Our secret?” you asked softly, and his silver gaze connected with his.

“Our secret.”

“Do you still hate me?” 

The corners of Draco’s lips pulled up, and his fingers brushed over your bare back, his hand resting at the base of your spine. 

“Only when it serves me, I suppose,” he murmured, and you fought off a smile.

“You’ll not bite me in my sleep then?”

“Full of questions. I make no promises, I’ve found I rather like how you taste.”

He kissed you then, under the city lights, tasting like smoke and sage and secrets. 

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[janshu]

Inu!Bakugo...for @ultimate-astridwriting's Hybrid collab!

Summary: My part of the hybrid collab. I had so much fun writing an angry Pomeranian Bakugo. 10/10 would do again. I'm not completely happy with it but who ever is? I'm still proud of myself!

Word count: 2.2k.

Warnings: Fem!Reader, Bakugo being an ass, sexual content, somnophilia, collars, choking, humping, creampie, name calling (bitch, slut, whore etc.), use of the word cunt.

You sigh as you rummage around in your pocket to produce the key to your home. After a long day's work all you want to do is get some dinner, take a bath and go to bed but none of those things would be possible would they?

No, not after the spur of the moment decision to adopt a hybrid of all things. The week earlier was one of torrential downpours and near freezing temperatures, the roads making a slushy substance of half-melted ice and salt to prevent the very thing it was being mixed in with. People stayed indoors the best they could when they weren't at work but life had to shit on you and make your car breakdown in the parking garage. Umbrella rested on your shoulder, rain boots on your feet with your spare in your bag and you trudged through cold, mushy hell back home. The streets were barren as a Walmart on a weekday at 4am, no life passing by you until you crossed an alley between two businesses. A pathetic whimper had caught your attention and your gaze drifted down to a soaked cardboard box. What was in that box you weren't sure if you should curse or love. A hybrid.

Narrow red eyes stared at you in suspicion, fangs bared at you but the creature didn't make any attempts to nip at your fingers when they neared to ruffle the spikey head of hair. The hybrid had leaned into your touch before recoiling away as if you had smacked him. The black and orange collar had seen better days, the charm that dangled on the hollow of his neck read "Dynamite" but he didn't give any indication that was his name when you repeated it outloud. He was barely dressed in anything, a thin t-shirt, shorts with ragged Converse that had more holes than Swiss cheese. Truthfully he looked a few days away from starvation and how could you keep that on your conscience if you left him there? After laying your warm coat over his shoulders you somehow, someway, managed to get him back to your place. Everything went downhill from there in the blink of an eye.

The weak puppy persona was gone the moment warm food settled in his belly and within the hour he acted as if you had crowned him king of the house. Beginning his rambles of curses, demands and biting at your fingers. The worst of it happened when you tried to take his collar off for a new one, one that wasn't frayed and barely hanging on. "Katsuki" as he spat out his name with enough venom to put a Black Mamba to shame had flipped over a coffee table, ripped up every couch cushion and went so far to chew on the linoleum on the kitchen floor.

No doubt you'd be greeted with the same sight as always. Messy, dirty, unknown stains everywhere and dishes still in the sink waiting to be moved to the washer. Maybe if he wasn't such a loud ass you could train him but your frazzled nerves were at their wits end. You didn't know what to do, you were about to throw in the towel and put him up for adoption. Yep, you were disappointed to be proven right. Katsuki reclining on the couch lengthwise, remote in his hand with the most bored expression on his face while idly flipping through channels.

"Fucking finally, you're home! I've been waitin' for fucking hours for your ass to get back! I'm hungry, get your shitty ass in the kitchen and make dinner." He barked. Barely giving you any time to hang up your coat and slip off your shoes before his orders began.

"Katsuki...I can't, not tonight." Could your voice portray anymore pleading? Apparently not because he didn't seem to notice, or care.

The fluffy ear at the top of his head only flicked in response, the top lip curling into his signature snarl. "Then what the fuck are you good for? Get your fucking ass in that god damn kitchen and fucking make dinner already."

All that you were good for? All that you were good for? How dare he! He's been freeloading off you for a week now without so much as a thanks for saving him from the streets, feeding him, clothing him, keeping him warm and dealing with his bullshit and this is how he repays you?

"I've fucking had it with you!" Your voice rose higher than you meant to but at this point you didn't care, a line had been crossed. "You fucking sit there and ruin my shit and yet I'm the useless one? I have half a mind to kick you out! You can make your own fucking dinner, I've had it! I'm done! I can't take this anymore!"

Despite not having any clunky shoes on your feet still managed to resonate in the small living room while you stormed past the couch. You had expected anything, anything at all. A slap, a punch, a groan, literally anything but you were met with only silence and that somehow pissed out off even more. How could silence be so infuriating?! You didn't even notice the terror that washed over his face as you screamed at him or the way his chest heaved with the sob or how he trembled underneath your wrathful gaze as you walked away. The bedroom door slamming made short work of that.

"Fuck I'm such an ass.." You mused to yourself already regretting blowing up at him but what would an apology do that wasn't already broken? So better yet why not send yourself to bed without dinner as some kind of punishment? He'd linger at the doorway to the kitchen, staring at you with those intense eyes if you made dinner anyways so why let him win? He could his own shit for fucks sake!

After a quick shower to dethaw your bones and warm up what was left of your dead soul the softness of your pajamas helped ease the guilt gnawing away like a puppy on its first bone. Laying in bed until sleep eventually overcame you and when he knew it was safe to slip in and sneak over towards your bedside.

Rustling was what woke you. The rustling of clothes and the jingle of something metallic in the darkness of the bedroom. Whatever grogginess you normally suffered when waking up was vanishing the more details were dissected and understood by your half-asleep brain, a process that took an embarrassingly long time. Clothes rustling, the bedsheets moving, heavy pants and something incredibly warm nudging up against the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. Naturally your brain assumed the worst and your eyelids flew open to show nothing; at first. As your eyes adjusted to the pitch black room they found the blazing stare of those vermillion eyes, the bared fangs that belonged to your hybrid.

What the hell was Katsuki doing on top of you?

Noticing that you were awake the snarl turned into a smirk as he huffed, his large chest expanding with each desperate pant. Why did your folds feel so good just as you were waking up?

"Feel that?" How could you not? The feel of a scorching cock bumping up your folds and sensitive clit, wet from the pre leaking from the tip. There was so much of it from what you could feel, too sticky to be your own. His hips had yet to cease moving, no word from your shocked form to still his rutting hips.

"W-what the hell are you doing?" Was the most logical question your brain could come up with in the moment.

"Humping...fucking dumbass." His warm breath created goosebumps on your cool skin, his head must've been so close to yours by the hair tickling your forehead. "Tryin'ta...help ya. Shitty woman.."

"Help? How the fuck is this helping?"

"You've been working so hard so I thought maybe...a good fuck would calm ya down, relax ya." Katsuki's voice was so desperate, so needy, the humping of his cock on your labia increasing.

He was trying to help? He was going to fuck the frustration out of you? Is that was he was offering? Having sex with a hybrid was common enough to not be considered taboo but you couldn't help but feel he was trying to worm his way into your good graces. Unless your words had struck some kind of cord with him. "Okay, alright, I'll let you help."

"Fuck yeah!"

With that the head of his cock nudged against your cunt, already spread and waiting for him. How long had he been doing this for? The burn of the stretch was delicious, he was just big enough to fill you up but not hurt. Settling right up to kiss the tip of your cervix when he bottomed out. His hands grip at your thigh and hip, pulling his back to slam his cock right back into you. Over and over, over and over, over and over. Practically using you as a fleshlight to get himself off but damn if it didn't feel good, him bouncing you on his cock so roughly each thrust was sending the headboard against the wall.

"Oh fuck...oh fuck, Katsuki!" Your hands pat around and eventually find his biceps and you cling on for dear life, your nails digging crescent shaped markings into his skin.

"Yeah, yeah...you like this form of stress relief, don'tcha you dirty slut?" Undoing the collar around his neck the frayed cloth of the strap is tied around your neck, the buckle clamping down tightly to constrict your airflow while two fingers slip under it to pull and tug. "You're my dirty fucking slut! Mine...mine...mine...mine, fucking mine!"

Your fingers trailed down the tiny amount of space between your bodies down to the precious, neglected nub between your legs. Barely able to wiggle your index and middle finger down there from the rabid fucking you were receiving to circle the bundle of nerves and send yourself over the edge. Each clap of your thighs smacking against each other forcing your hate for his behavior ebbing away. If he was going to act like this all the time how could you kick him out?

"F-fuck! Gonna cum...fucking cum..cum for me. Cum with me!" Katsuki snarled as the pressure around your throat increased. Your hand was smacked away from your clit and was replaced with the large pad of his thumb, frantic circles sending your body into a writhing mess of flails and kicks.

The orgasm that had been steadily building from your ministrations had been ripped away and replaced with one quickly approaching to push you over the edge. The white hot pleasure-coil that formed underneath your belly button snapped and all of it coursed through your system in one go. Paralyzing your body for a split second as you squirted all over the hybrids cock, his still rubbing hand sending the liquid everywhere. Coating his thighs, your thighs and the bed underneath you.

"Fucking fuck! Such a whore, such a dirty girl for me! Oh my fucking g-god!" One last slam of his hips and his own body stilled, burying his cock deep inside your cunt to shoot his cum deep in your womb. He stuttered before his body collapsed on top of you, suffocating you in his sweaty muscles.

Bathing in the afterglow, coming down from your high you could've sworn you heard something. Mumbling, soft mumbling too indistinct to understand. Katsuki's head laying on your shoulder, his nose brushing along your collarbone and was he laying kisses here and there? No, you must've been seeing things. Still buried to the hilt he turned his head to speak, his fluffy ears perked and his tail gently swishing behind him. The sudden light from your phone illuminated the room, casting light on Katsuki's face and the sight made your breath hitch in your throat. Clearly he had been crying. Tear stains streaked down his cheeks, brows knitted together and the same lost look he had plastered on his face appeared again.

"Please, please don't kick me out. I'll do anything, please...please don't abandon me. Not again." His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer as he hid his face in your neck. Voice breaking, shoulders trembling, the verge of crying all over again quickly approaching.

Your heart broke and you returned the favor by hugging him around the shoulders, a hand carding through his hair to soothe him. Had he been abandoned? Did his previous owners not like him? Was all his aggressiveness some kind of defense mechanism? Was he giving you a reason to kick him out to keep himself from experiencing that kind of pain again? Oh, poor baby. "Never again...just don't destroy things anymore, okay? Help me around the place a little more will ya?"

"Yes." Katsuki snuggled on top of you. Finally believing he had a real home with you, a place where he could belong. "....Master."

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[patrickswhore]

Karl Heisenberg X male reader

A/n: i couldn’t find any gifs of my daddy so I made one 😂 also sorry for not updating for a while, schools been tough but I’m in self isolation so I have plenty of time to write 😂 also light smut towards the end.

I stood at the back of my house, chopping wood for the burner. The snow fell heavy, making the wood crunch as it hit the cold ground.

I could see my breath as I breathed out in exhaustion. This winter was gonna be tough for me and my family. As the only man in my household and newly turned 21, I was just waiting for my sisters to play match makers and find me a young lady... hopefully that would be a while. In my village, being attracted to the same gender isn’t really a thing. So I’ll just have to suck it up, marry and have kids... you know, conform to society.

I walked inside with the lumber, shaking to get the snow off me like a wet dog. I placed it by the fireplace and threw a few blocks on the fire.

I hung my jacket on the coat rack and walked to the living room where my sister was sitting, chatting with a friend and drinking tea.

“Where’ve you been, (Y/N)? Fooling around with a lady?” My sister asked sarcastically, making fun of my lack of luck with women.

“Very funny, Paula” I rolled my eyes and walked into my moms bedroom, knocking softly on the door before entering.

Mother was laying in bed, looking at the ceiling. I knelt by her side, taking her hand. Ever since father passed away she hasn’t been the same, she lays in bed all day, not talking nor eating much.

“How are you feeling, mother?”

“....”

“I haven’t found a job yet.. but I promise I’ll find the money for your medicine, mother.... I promise”

She didn’t answer, she just kept on staring. I sighed and walked out the room, closing the door softly behind me.

“(Y/N), one of the neighbours came with this letter for you when you were out”

My sister handed me a letter, my name on the front in a crude handwriting. I opened the letter, it had a beautiful wax seal, decorated with a horse. The letter read:

Dear (Y/N)

Congratulations on your 21th birthday. You’ve been selected to come work for Karl Heisenberg at the factory on the outskirts of town. You’ve been selected because of your high grades and physical attributes. Please report to the factory as quickly as possible.

Kind regards, Karl Heisenberg.

My heart skipped a beat, Karl Heisenberg was asking me to come work for him. I couldn’t believe it, I rushed to me and my sisters room, quickly putting on some clean clothes and my prayer shoes. I ran into my mothers room, kneeling besides her once again.

“Mother, great news! I’m gonna go work for Lord Heisenberg...”

“.....”

“I love you mother, I’ll be back soon”

I rushed out, giving my sister a peak on the forehead and storming out the front door and into the freezing weather.

I walked up the hill to the metal doors, the factory was up and running, making a hell of a lot of noise. I banged on the heavy doors before it slowly opened on its own, revealing a room filled with scrap metal.

I heard the cracking sound of an intercom before hearing a low voice speaking.

“Ah! (Y/N) great you’re here so quickly. Please make your way to my office, all you have to do is make a left where you are and walk straight. It’s as easy as that, I’ll be waiting”

That must be lord Heisenberg speaking. I straighten up and walked as I had been instructed to. The condors were cramped and dimly lit by red lamps. I felt like the further into the factory I got, the more a putrid smell started to emerge. I finally reached the door, knocking two times.

“Yeah come on in!”

I slowly pushed open the metal door and was pleased that the wretched smell was now being overpowered by the scent of cigar smoke. There he sat, his back turned to me as I slowly shut the door. His hair was long and rugged, and he was toying with a small knife between his fingers.

“It’s great to finally meet you, (Y/N) (L/N). My men has had their eyes on you for a while, but you’re more impressive in person” the man stood up, he was taller then me to start with, but also physically more pumped. I was kinda scrawny, but the winter without my farther had put some meat on my bones.

“It’s an honor to be able to work for you, lord” I bowed my head slightly before looking up and finding him much closer then before. He put a finger under my chin, inspecting my face from different angels.

“My men were right, you surely are a very beautiful man”

My breath hitched in my throat.

“I beg you pardon?”

“Oh don’t play dumb with me, boy... we both know what you are”

“So that’s why you brought me here... not for work”

“Well a special kind of work, if you catch my drift”

“....”

He let go of my chin, moving a step back. I couldn’t deny it, he was extremely hot, but the thought of not being able to sustain my family drove me mad.

“Don’t worry, you’re getting a job at the factory too, and I’ll pay you handsomely for your services.. I know how much your family needs the money”

A stone lifted from my heart. What had I done for mother Miranda to gift me with such fortune? A well paying job and a handsome boss, who could ask for more?

“When do I start?”

“Well, immediately. But first, I have a question” he asked walking closer to me, slowly pushing me against the wall behind us. One hand on the wall besides my head and the other on my waist.

“Do you find me attractive?” His head was inching closer to my neck. His smell was intoxicating, a mix of sweat, cologne and rusty metal. I couldn’t get enough of him.

“Yes, very much”

“Good, because I need you to fix something for me” he grabbed my wrist with the hand from my waist and guided it to his crotch. I cupped his growing bugle as he made a low growling noise, almost like a dog. I started to softly stroke it as he removed his head from my neck, setting his hat on a nearby table before going back to my neck, kissing and biting along the side. I softly grabbed his dick, sending a shockwave through his body. He pulled back, looking at me through his sunglasses, I could slightly see his eyes which were full of lust. He put both his hands on my waist before moving me to the table, turning me around and bending me over it.

“You like that? You dirty man” he huffed, grinding against my ass, a hand on the back of my neck and another under my shirt on the small of my back.

“I’m gonna fuck you so hard, you hear me?” He gave my ass a hard slap, I cried out in pleasure and surprise, gripping the edge of the table.

I could hear his belt buckle being undone as I waited. Suddenly a voice over the loud speakers outside.

“All four lords, report to the castle immediately. Glory be to mother Miranda”

“You have to be fucking kidding me, what does that super sized bitch want now?” He huffed in annoyance buckling his belt again. I stood up, sitting on the table which I had just been bent over.

“I’ll be back very soon” he placed himself between my legs and gave me a passionate kiss, I of course, kissed back.

He put on his hat before storming out the door. I sighed and hung my head. Fuck...

Bonus:

“You’re late, Heisenberg” Alcina snapped as Karl stomped inside.

“I was in the middle of something”

“In the middle of what? You’re such a-“ she stopped dead in her tracks as Karl sat down, completely forgetting about his huge bulge.

“Oh.. I see, you’ve gotten a bit too happy for one of your experiments again”

Karls eyes widened as he swung his jacket over his lap, covering his crotch.

“Shut up bitch, and stop looking at my dick”

“ watch your mouth, child. Moreau, wanna bet on how long this one is gonna last until he kills him?”

Moreau giggled before getting hit in the back with a sheet of metal.

“Not this one, freak!.... this one is different”

“Mhmm, let’s see about that”

“I’ll rip your fucking over sized head off, you stupid bitch!” The hammer flew into Karls hand before Miranda interrupted.

“I’ll fucking show you... he’s the one”

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[4dtk]

NCT DREAM: talking back to them and getting punished

anon: “hii ! can i have nct dream reaction to their s/o talk back to them and they doesnt happy with it and punish their s/o 🥺” hi love, sure i can. for this reaction, the boys takes up the dom role and the reader is fem, hope you don’t mind ^^

just for discretion, hate sex is hot and all but please talk out your problems and don’t solve it just by fucking 😭

NSFW under the cut, MINORS DNI!

→ MARK’s head tilts, and pleas one last time with something like “you don’t really mean that, right?” or something like that. when he gets your final word and you start to remove yourself from the argument he pulls you back. his eyes are darker, eyelids hooded. he’s intimidating!!!!! mark’s the kind to lose himself whenever he looks at you, ngl, but he knows his feelings aren’t alone and that you feel the heat and tension. i see him making you sit on his face and eating you out like no tomorrow. mark also gives off the no clothes humping vibe, where your pussy lips fit so perfectly on his curved dick and the friction makes your toes curl. the man is losing it, respectfully. imo, like i mentioned earlier, mark’s the one with the wavering dom role so he def forgets about the punishment halfway through and relishes in the way you feel around his cock.

“i want you to cum on my cock, baby, as much as i want it on my face,” mark says breathlessly, pulling away from your pussy. his hair is slick with sweat, having your thighs around his head for the past half n’ hour. you twitch as he places one last kiss on your clit, moving your ass backwards to finally get his dick in you.

"ah but," mark raises an eyebrow, "did i say now?" you're caught off guard when he forces your hips down on his exposed dick. the friction has you groaning, leaking even more now.

"move." he says. one word and you're moving your middle against the underside of his cock, your lips nicely fitted that it makes even mark moan out. the wet, filthy sounds fill the room and marks adds to your mewls. with a hand, he sneaks it behind you to play with your pussy, causing you to let out a choked whimper that has him smiling.

mark's grip on your hips tenses, eyes fluttering close in bliss when he sees the string of his pre-cum and your arousal connect each time you grind on his length, "atta girl, just like that. you'll be soaking the sheets once i'm done with you."

→ RENJUN tuts when you talk back to him, surprisingly calm when he looks you up and down. you done fucked up now bitch he’s going to ruin you!!! renjun’s movements are extremely slow, in fingering you, in licking your cunt, in pumping his cock in and out. its a punishment baby take it like it is he says! has a thing for blindfolds too, i feel, seeing the way your mouth opens to let out obscene moans that resonate throughout the room. RENJUN MAKES YOU SIT IN FRONT OF MIRROR 100%, “do you see my cock going in and out of you?” and he’s still going painfully slow that you try to rock your hips to get some kind of release.

“even when i’m punishing you, you still find a way to make a mistake,” renjun hums, eyeing you through the mirror as your fucked-out face is tilted back from the immense pleasure.

“darling, look at yourself, losing it over some cock,” renjun spits, delivering a particularly hard thrust that sends your body shaking. he takes your face with force, dipping a finger into your mouth which you suck on without hesitation.

“jun.... junnie, please go faster, please... i just-” you plead, locking eyes with renjun through your reflection. there’s a laugh coming from renjun, knowing you were in a long ride when he slips a blindfold on you. he loves his cock buried in you, but pulls out anyway and leaves you empty. 

a particularly loud moan leaves your lips as his tongue laps up your arousal from behind, hand stroking his shaft while your hands grab at the sheets in pleasure.

“keep looking at yourself, baby, look at how much of a slut you’re being.”

→ JENO tries to hold back like jaemin but his cool is easier to lose than the latter. jeno doesn’t hold back in giving you glares that translate exactly what he’s feeling. imo, he’s usually taken the back seat in your sex life, and is perfectly content with it, but one day he just sticks his hand up your skirt or whatever and fingers you in public!!! mans crazy luv!!! there’s something about you holding back your moans that turns him on so much. if it happens in the dorms? not prooooblem, he makes sure that everyone has their eyes focused on something, like a dream movies night before his hand inches up your thigh and you’re finally like “ohhh… this is why he’s been so passive aggressively polite since our argument” LOOL you’re biting on the cushion you were cuddling with head thrown back, silent pants spilling from your lips at how skilled jeno is with his fingers. everything after that is kept indoors, he likes the thrill but would rather deal with you privately.

the slam of the door makes you gasp, and the shove of your body against it makes you moan out accidentally. the glint in jeno’s eyes is mischievous, waving the hands that was just in your pussy in front of your face.

“that’s how wet you were, baby?” jeno hums, holding your stare like a champ as you try to not to wriggle in his grasp. jeno tsks, hovering them in front of your mouth, “suck.” you don’t lose any time, mouth immediately engulfing his digits to suck your juices off of him. a thigh’s situated in your middle, the other’s smile widening when he sees your attempts of getting off.

the feeling of your clothed core against his denim is sinful, yet so pleasure as your hips pick up the speed. it’s so much that your hand’s clutched around his bicep, nails digging into his skin at the friction. jeno moans at your vulnerable state, his other hand picking you up so he could at least sit down. the presence of a surface gives you more motivation to move, having a stable place to rest your knees on as you continued your humping, whimpering into jeno’s ears as he guides your hips with ease.

“you’re going to stay at this volume as i fuck you senseless. need to teach you a lesson, baby.”

→ HAECHAN is the meanest dom you could ever piss the fuck off. not afraid to let your sounds of pleasure reach the living room of the dorm (assuming he’s living with 127) that taeyong had to sit him down and reluctantly tell him to tone it down a little. arguments with haechan are trivial, sometimes about the littlest of things that piss you off as well because he’s so infuriating to convince/be on the same page as. you say one thing out of pocket once, and haechan is fuming inside because he knows it’s not true. orgasm denier, loves doing it to you. your sheets are soaked by the end of it, and god you haven’t even came yet!!!! what a bitch!!!! let y/n cum hyuck :/

“not so righteous right now, (y/n)?” haechan smirks, ignoring the glare you give him as you’re pinned under him. he revels in the rage you’re radiating, knowing he’ll make it all go away once his mouth’s on your pussy. you’re resisting him right until his lips are on your neck, sucking at the skin there. the whimpers that leave your mouth goes straight to haechan’s cock, but he has to hold it in until you learn your lesson.

“o..oh hyuck, fuck! please let me c-cum…!” haechan’s having the time of his life, licking up your slick as his fingers are pumping in and out of you, reading your body like a hawk. he knows when you’re reaching your end and denies another one from you, the thrashing around from you held down by his arm.

“let’s test you, hm?” haechan giggles, taking out his dick from the loose sweatpants he had on. with a few strokes, he holds back from plunging it into your begging hole, instead settling for teasing his tip around your entrance. your face opens up into a silent ‘o’, squirming from the pleasure of just the tip of his cock.

“pathetic,” haechan says before he loses it himself, pushing in his dick to feel the warmness of your walls hug him so snugly, “such a slut for my cock.”

→ JAEMIN doesn’t lose his cool right away, one of the nicer ones in the group i guess. he lets your attitude slide, but as the argument escalates he takes your wrist, dragging you straight to his room. the words he says are so sultry, but you don’t miss the anger behind his eyes. the way he punishes you is so sweet yet so terribly filthy, and he knows that you get off to it as well. i envision jaemin as a really sweet dom on the daily, but it switches whenever he has to put you in your place. from “that’s my good little girl” to “you’re just a filthy slut, aren’t you?” to rile him up this bad means you’re in a night of endless rounds LMAO good luck. nice enough to give you pleasure, but not changing his means of pleasuring you. 

“baby, you know what you’re doing, aren’t you? didn’t we leave the argument behind already?” jaemin coos, almost mockingly as he presses against your middle with his thigh. it’s pathetic in the way you grind up against it, desperate to find any form of fiction as he strips your lower half in no time.

“you only deserve my fingers, for now. not even my mouth, baby, sad, ain’t it?” jaemin grins, sinking one into your soaking hole. the sounds drive you insane, hips immediately buckling up from the contact.

for the next hour, he’s doing just that, hitting all the right spots in you with one, two, three fingers and nothing else. you’re whining for his mouth, for his mouth and anything, but it’s long before jaemin does any of those, focused on teaching you a lesson for testing his patience.

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Obey me boys reation to Mc "heavy petting" them in public

Lucifer

Gives u the look tm.

R u gonna grow meek under his gaze? Fuck no. Double down, ruin him, 10 points if u get him to lose his composure.

Just imagine, y'all r at a student council meetin when u smooth a hand over his thigh until ur hands over his (unfortunately) clothed cock. Give it a good squeeze before u start rubbin at it. Take ur time, the goal isnt to make him cum in his pants in the next 5mins, no, the goal is to lull him into such a relaxed state that he doesnt pay attention to the meetin. Instead his eyes flutter close, pen dropping from his grip as he sinks into his seat. Fuck n when he finally looks at u again only to give u those eyes, those pleadin eyes w such a soft expression that so very rarely graces his face.

*sighs* hes such a sweet thing, its a shame that hes gonna lecture u for 3 hours after this.

Mammon

Squeaks but denies it later.

If u can get him off discreetly u deserve a reward. Man is a mess under ur hands like fuckin always. But lets just say y'all have been doin this for a while so he's not so jumpy when u get handsy. So y'all r at the casino, Mam's is havin a lucky night n hes got that dumb happy look on his face that makes u go all mushy. So u come up behind his seat, wrap ur arms around him n nuzzle at his neck. Ur hands wander down his chest n torso until ur hands frame his cock. He tenses, bitin his lip as his mind whirls, wonderin how far ur gonna go this time. Will u be content w just holdin him like this? Maybe you'll jerk him off under the table, or maybe you'll throw him ontop of it n fuck the shit outta him. Who knows.

Leviathan

Well, thats one way to kill him.

Says he hates it but asks u to do it again. So u take it slow. Its movie night and everyone has long fallen asleep, everyone except u too. Y'all r cuddlin on the couch, hes little spoon cause how can u not want to hold this man in ur arms? The hands wrapped around his waist start to get that itch, the itch to touch, to caress, to feel the heat of his fleash under ur palm. So u slither a hand up his shirt, his cute nipples r just too inviting so u pinch n rub n twist them until theyre hard. Ur other hand dips under his waistband to wrap around his quickly hardenin cock. Hes holdin his breath, tryin so hard not to make any noise as pleasure shudders through his body.

Satan

Proceed w caution, this man is a cat after all.

Usually y'all r in his room w him lyin against ur chest as he reads to u n u thread ur fingers through his hair. But sometimes y'all go to the library, and today this fucker has the audacity to look so fuckin good. I mean sure hes just leanin there readin to his hearts content. But a strand of hair is out of place n he just looks so good. So u grab him by his lapels n drag him into one of the rows, shovin him against the bookshelf before shovin a hand down his pants.

Asmodeus

U think ppl bein around is gonna stop this man? Pft. It could be a regular ol tuesday when he gives that look, that look that has u burnin for him. How can u not shove him against the nearest surface?

Beelzebub

So, ur a good christian right? U can keep ur hands to urself right? U can watch this man workout for hours, gettin all sweaty w his titties out without goin to have a taste right?

Belphegor

We all agree that the cow bitch has a somnophilia kink yeah? Well considerin the fucker is asleep most of the time feel free to grop to ur hearts content. Pull out his chair durin class n show all the lesser demons what his pathetic cock can do.

Diavolo

Two words, touch, starved.

Would love to have ur hands on him 100% of the time, but he gotta work so that cant happen...unless? Unless u take advantage of his free time inbetween, or u could just walk into one of his meetings order him to get outta his seat so he can sit in ur lap. Do not do this in front of Lucifer, or do, ur funeral...again, anyway, play around w his titties. Rip open his fuckin shirt n let those puppies breath.

Barbatos

Dude doesnt show it but he really likes ur touch, like to the point where he seeks u out.

Ma'am this is a kitchen, u make food here...but u also eat food here to n Barb is lookin like a snac. U dont want to interupt his work but damn. Maybe pull his pants down just a little, maybe pull his hips back n eat his ass a little?

Simeon

I can be ur angel, i can be ur slut uwu.

Either hed be like "whatre u doin senpai?" Or is the one to put ur hands on him. So desperate for ur attention, he needs u to touch him, make his body sing. Doesnt want to get caught but also kinda does.

Solomon

He's too composed, mess him up. Is this hard to do? Yes, but its rewarding.

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