#i laid down a hide with heat packs in it but fucking. i dont need thisssssssss

[ruthlesslistener]

HI DOES ANYONE KNOW HOW TO GET A SNAKE OUT FROM UNDER A FRIDGE. TIME SENSITIVE QUESTION

#juniper escaped and is under the fucking fridge where i cant reach #i cant move the fridge and im terrified if i do shell get crushed #AAAAAAAAA #i laid down a hide with heat packs in it but fucking. i dont need thisssssssss

[qrzrrae]

CONFESSION WALL || MATTHEW STURNIOLO

Pairing: Popular!Matt , normalgirl!oc

Caution!: This is PURELY fiction. Made for my and others entertainment. If you don't like, don't read x! Also, no Y/N here! Js using random name :')

Authors note: THIS IS MY FIRST FIC YALL. DONT JUDGE PLZZZ 🥹🥲 also no smut C's idk how to write that shit I ACCIDENTALLY POSTED THIS THE FIRSF TIME AND I WASNT DONE YET BUTBHEREEE (part 2 in da making)

It was another normal day at Somerville high, at least for the other students. They don't know that me, I, Scarlette Genevieve Adams, A normal schoolgirl, runs the twitter account where all the juciest secrets are voluntarily put out by other students; The Somerville High Confession wall

Okay okay, if you don't know how this works is well basically, students will DM me their secrets or confessions and I'll post it, anonymously, of course.

The day was tiring. The only time I was motivated to do my work was when I was in physics class. Okay, first, I love science, and next, My crush, Matthew Bernard Sturniolo, sat next to me! I knew I had no chance at all with him, since he was the campus crush and I was like nothing, but I still loved him. Soon, physics class came, finally!! I packed up my stuff and bolted to the lab. I sat down on my desk, next to Matt. He gave me a sweet smile as I sat down, which I returned back to him.

Wait... Did he just fucking smile at me? I realized what he did and soon my face heated up as I started blushing. "Are you okay? You seem a little red there." He chuckled, facing my way. "Oh sure yeah!" I said, quickly hiding my face with a book. He was making me blush even more! "Alright, sureee." He smirked leaning back into his chair and waited for the professor. He looked so hot slouched down on the chair like that..

Finally, the class ended. It felt like we were trapped in there forever. I grabbed my bag and went straight for the door, which was hard enough since my seat was at the back. "Damn. These people are like fucking animals" Matt chuckled peeking over someone's shoulder to see if the line was getting any shorter. "Right? Like I wish I sat in the front." I reply with a chuckle. "You don't wanna sit with me in the back?" Matt said facing towards me while tilting his head slightly. "N-no! I do it's just I wanna be in the front so I could y'know.. Get out faster.." I said nervously. His head tilting made me go crazy. He nodded as the people in the room started to decrease and we were the last ones in the room.

"Alrighty, bye Scar. See ya!" Matt shouted as he waved and ran off. Finally. I can go home and check my new confessions! Checking my twitter DMS were the best parts of my day. Being the owner of the school's confession wall, I knew everything about everyone.

I opened my laptop and quickly opened twitter. 2 new messages. I clicked on my inbox and chose the first message I saw.

Oh of course. To Matthew Sturniolo, my man! I didn't want to be rude so I replied.

Done. I noticed Matt was very active when it came to replying to his admirers. But I was happy when he kept saying "no" to them, it seemed like he was saving his heart for someone, and I thought it was me.

MATT POV

I sighed dramatically as I opened my door to my room. I threw my bag down on the floor. I took my phone out of my bag and kicked my shoes off and laid down on the bed. I opened twitter and saw a new post from the Somerville confession wall account.

Another post, about me, again. I clicked on the post and saw a random girl confess to me. I loved all the attention but it was too much! Everyday, I see letters in my locker and 100 girls confess to me using twitter. I liked, wait no, I loved someone already and I need people to know that.

I hover hesitantly over the message button but I finally brought myself to click it.

I was scrolling through tiktok when I got a message request on twitter, I clicked on the notification and was shocked. Matthew Sturniolo messaged me, to confess? To who?

Oh my fucking word. HE JUST CONFESSED TO ME! TO ME?!?

I jaw slacked open as I read his message. I was shaking so bad.

#matt sturniolo #sturni #sturniolo triplets #matthew sturniolo #matthew sturniolo x reader #mattsturnioloxoc

[theravencawsatmidnight]

Permafrost . A fantasy AU

A On The Prowl... spin off for @geld-sama

Nsfw

Warnings. brief. Non con. Vanilla, Impregnation.

Where was he? It was late out and the incubator keeps asking for him. Was he killing the kittens? Shoto had no idea if Shinso was even capable of such a thing. The leopard grew impatient , flicking his tail around the grass.

Atleast Bakugo was quiet for once , probably because he had to deliver the kittens but oh well. What would happen if the kittens were his? They would all stay together right?

Chizome had offered the incubator food but she declined it , how can you deny food? Werent you hungry? Were you just going to sit and wait for Shinso and not do anything else?

Shoto was bored, and needy . He wanted his turn too. He wanted kittens too. Shinso returned finally, stopping near Shoto to show him the kittens. His eyes grew wide when he saw them . Alive and purple. He had no chance to say anything though. Shinso had went to you dropping the kittens on your lap.

He watched from his look out spot. Your smile, your tears. You were so happy the kittens were alive . When could he experience that too? Soon? Never? Waiting was becoming more and more difficult.

When Shinso told the pack his plan Shoto was taken aback by it. Split up? Why? Because of Aizawa? So? Why? Bakugo is in charge? Nothing will get done. All the incubators will die. He made a fist, fire creeping up his fist to his arm for a second then quickly dissapearing. Bakugo left first , Chizome followed soon after.

“Id rather not have us split up.” He finally said once they were alone, besides you.

“Its for the best, Todoroki”

Was it? Was it really? We all had been together for a very long time and he was just going to throw it away? Just like that? How could you? ..I want a family too. But i wont find it here i guess, ill look elsewhere.

“You were a good Alpha.”

Even if it was for a short time, it was better than Aizawa. Shoto gave Shinso one final nod before taking his leave and joining the others.

•••••

They wandered, not knowing where to go exactly. Chizome was the only one with a good nose and he had to lead them around. It was a little anoying, all Bakugo did was complain that he was hungry and horny.

Chizome enjoyed the walk obviously, he was a wolf. And Shoto was starting to think he was leading them no where just to extend the walk. He did have time to think though.

He thought about kittens for the most part. Shoto was covered head to paw in pure white fur . Unlike the other three who had more human bare chests and arms. He was covered. Would his kittens be like that too? It kinda made him insecure since he was the only one like that. If he had kittens he would not be alone but.. for some reason the incubators feared him the most, sure they feared Bakugo but not as much as they feared him. It hurt him, he would always go feral over it, nearly hurting them. Loosing his cool in such a way hung over his head, he felt more animal than .. human? Was he human?

•••

“Hey Icy hot!! “ Roared the angry lion .

Shoto shook his head seeing Bakugo and Chizome in front of him and what looked like a giant sign with a forest behind it, he could smell a river too, and a camp fire.

“Dog breath led us to a campsite. Lets rest here”

“It looks nice dont you think?” Chizome said , his tail wagging .

Shoto lifted his nose again sniffing the air his eyes widened then got smaller again. Chizome smelled it right? He had too. Bakugo might not, his nose is the weakest out of all of us.

Shoto looked to Chizome and the wolf pawed his snout winking. Incubators, if he could just get a glimpse without Bakugo knowing... “Its very nice. Lets rest here” Shoto said, his tail wagging slightly.

The three set up camp in a isolated area next to the river. The sign had indeed said Camp Site. Confirming where they were, they were no longer near the jungle, this was a new place.

•••

Shoto went off on his own while Bakugo was asleep, Chizome was out looking for food. Shoto followed the smell of the camp fire , he needed to know, to see. He wanted to touch them. Were they soft? Were they different than the villagers in the jungle?

He pulled some branches aside looking forward and a chunk of ice fell out of his paw. Incubators, three of them. All talking , having a grand ole time by the fire. One was laughing rather loudly, it irked him, the second one was drinking something that burned his nose when he sniffed the air. The last one though, you were snuggled under a blanket by the fire just watching the flames dance, you looked very content with your life.

Something in Shoto connected, he needed to have you. Make you his.

You saw him first, he was not exactky hiding, he was half behind a tree and just staring. You rubbed your eyes only to still see him. What is that? You got up with the blanket still around you , you told your friends you would be right back and they waved you off .

Its coming over, its getting closer, its so cute . What? Cute? Wait. What do i do? Think Shoto. Thi-

“Excuse me..?” You said shyly, you had the blanket on your head.

Shoto had fire spark ok his arm for a second , you stepped back and he held his massive paw out to you. You clutched the blanket around your neck gazing at his pure white fur.

“Beastmen..? Your.. your real?”

“Y-yes. Im .. real”

“Ive.. only read books on you. Your..”

Im what. A monster? Just say it..

“Your so beautiful.”

He shot you a look and you stepped closer , touching his paw with your hands. You were so warm, so soft.. your skin was like freshly washed fur on a sunny day. Smooth and gentle.

Shoto held his other paw out to touch your cheek, soft.. delecate. He needed to have you. Shoto was about to say something but a roar caught everyones attention. You cowered and Shoto wrapped his arms around you looking all over till he saw Bakugo running towards the other girls . He looked like a feral mess , tongue hanging out, claws out, drooling. Chizome was with him and he stopped running to look at Shoto.

Bakugo cant have you, he will kill you. Shoto gave Chizome a nod and the wolf waved with his ears down. Shoto scooped you up in his arms taking you away from the scene. You peered over his shoulder to see your friends on all fours naked and being bred by a lion beastmen and a wolf beastmen. You dug your face into Shotos shoulder trying not to hear their screams for help.

••••

Oh fuck, dammit, why, stupid lion. Where am i going? I dont know this area. They smell so nice. Where am i? Is it safe here now? Im still running but i dont know where im going. Its all forest still.

You gently tapped his furry chest making him stop , he heaved dropping to his knees holding you. His breath was hot on your face and smelled like coals. He squeezed you tight and you tried talking to calm him down.

“I know .. from stories what you are. What you were born to do. But i never expected you to be real.” You pulled the blanket off and laying it ok the ground spread out.

He looked at you when you left his arms. Where were you going? I dont know if its safe here.

“Can i know .. your name..”

“Shoto.. Todoroki...”

“Im Y/N.. uhm i..Shoto. Will you breed me?”

He nearly fell forward into your arms. His tail was flicking wildly, scattering nearby rocks and sticks. He gave you a look of hope. Wide eyes and an open mouth, smiling slightly.

“I.. your giving up your life..”

“Shoto.. this is the life ive been waiting for.” You pulled off your pjs and panties, you rolled over getting on all fours looking back shyly. “I uhm.. please. Ive been so interested in Beastment ever since i started reading about them. “

Was this really happening? A incubator offering themself? Its never happened before . She was not scared , she.. she wanted kittens.

“You want this..?” He asked moving closer, standing up on his knees, his cock hitting your plump folds. It was enough to make him cum right there.

“Yes. Yes Shoto.. ive always fantasized .. about this. About kittens.”

He gently grabbed your hips , inching his own forward , watching the head slip inside you, your folds stretched and you dug your nails into your hair trying to adjust to his size. You screamed once but thats it. He stretched you farther then what you were use too. But once he was in you warmed right up, it felt like you had just stepped into a over heated room. Your core was shaking for him, and his thrusting did not help either. You came instantly , it was unlike any orgasm you had felt before, your thighs shook and you were seeing stars around your head.

You were so sensitive that your pussy was twitching around his cock, sucking him in deeper and deeper. Shoto had started out messy but he corrected himself and pumped into you in long steady strokes. Should .. should he mark you too?

Shoto leaned down over your back , you looked back at him, face red and wet cheeks. He asked you and you agreed as fast as you could. Shoto moved back a bit till he was at your shoulder. He growled in his chest and bit into your shoulder sinking his fangs in. You came again and Shoto did too this time. His paws wrapped around you and a satisfied grunt muffled under your shoulder .

His pace slowed to a complete stop but he did not pull out. Instead he let go of your shoulder , he looked at the mark for a minute , not messy and easy to see . Good. Carefully he laid down with you in front of him, his cock still buried inside you, securing his seed.

“Sho..to..”

“Y-yes..”

You looked back and he licked your wet face till it was clean of tears , you reached back holding his face close to yours, kissing him.

#Permafrost #ontheprowl #shoto todoroki #todoroki #geld-sama

[ghost-nabbers-imagines]

💀 with either Sal or Larry, maybe so gets bit after saving them

I did both Sal and Larry but Larry's is written for a fem reader because I really liked the idea for his.

Sal

Considering it was the apocalypse Sal made sure you guys had plenty of supplies in the beginning to avoid confrontation with the outise and long as possible.

But of course you'd eventually have to go out and savage for more food.

He insisted on going out but you insisted on tagging along. After about an hour arguing over whether you were staying or leaving with him he finally caved. You two spent a long while going over a plan.

When it came time to go out you were both nervous but Sal more so. He really didnt enjoy being bitten by a dog let alone a zombie.

He grabbed his handgun and a machete, while you had a crossbow and a katana as well as you both having knives.

You both piled into his car and drove to the grocery store where Sal and Larry used to have part time job. Luckily the shutters were still down and the door was still covered meaning no one had been able to get in.

You guys unlocked the door pulling the can as close to the door as you could leaving the back open.

Both of you grabbed shopping carts and began making your way down the isles unloading the cart each time one got full.

You were in one of that isles grabbing as many canned goods as you could fit in the cart.

"So I'm thinking we can probably fit another cart full in after this one and then we can just leave the door open when we leave."

"Yeah good idea love we have more than enough food here. I'm gonna go grab a couple can openers since they're on the end of this isle."

He walked down a little ways while you returned your focus to the canned goods. A few minutes later you heard him yell.

"N-no not you. No!"

You flipped around to see the zombified corpse of Larry stumbling towards Sal.

He sight of him practically broke your heart. He was still dressed in his uniform of khaki pants, the blue shirt, and the neon vest with a now very faded smiley face. His clothing was tathered and dirty. Some of his hair covered his face hiding away his rotting skin. He had a chunk of flesh missing from his shoulder where he had been bitten.

Knowing that Sal wouldn't be able to kill even the corpse of his best friend you took off towards to the two shoving the cart into your old friend's corpse knocking him into the shelf.

You went to grab your knife from your packing only for it to get caught in a tear in the bag.

You struggled to pull it out only for Larry to knock you to the ground pinning you there. You felt your knife go flying in the other direction.

Larry chomped his teeth snarling above you. Sal was trembling trying to force himself to help.

You pushed with all your might trying to get the lanky corpse off of you.

Before you could move him too far you felt his teeth bite into your upper arm.

Letting out a scream you felt your flash tear between his teeth ripping a hole in your flesh. Blood poured down from the would and out of Larry's teeth.

Seeing you hurt Sal jumped into action he took one one of the cans to Larry's head knocking him off you. Once he was off Sal kept swinging till the corpse was no longer moving.

You moved your right hand to the gash in your left arm. You were bitten like for real. This was it.

"B-baby I- I'm so so sorry. This is my fault."

He crouched down to your level.

"No love it's not your fault."

Sal kissed you tears falling down his face.

"What if we cut it off?"

"That might work you dont think it's too late?"

"We have to try I'm not losing you too. I can't lose you. I can't."

He helped you move to the first aid isle laying you down on a sleeping bag hed found in the store.

You pulled off your shirt while Sal cleaned his blade with shaky hands. Once it was disinfected he gently kissed your forehead taking a deep breath.

Even though your arm was burning with pain you forced a smile.

"I love you Sal."

"I love you too."

He got ready to make the first cut but you stopped him.

"Wait wait!"

He looked at you with teary eyes confused as to why you were prolonging this further.

You painfully moved your engagement ring and wedding band over to your other hand.

He smiled weakly with a small sniffle.

"Dont wanna lose those."

He swung the machete cutting deep.

You let out a loud painful scream.

With his second hit you had fainted. Once the arm was off he began applying pressure to the wound with the sterile pads.

When you woke up you were in pain still but no fever. You reached your hand up to feel where your arm had been only to feel an empty space.

You forced your eyes open to see the ceiling of Sal's place. The place was dark telling you it was late. You could hear soft snoring coming from your side. Each snore was followed by a sad whine or sob. Sal was no doubt having a nightmare about what had happened and was crying in his sleep.

Slowly and painfully you moved your arm over to where his head was rested next to your stomach from sleeping sitting up on the floor. You moved your fingers through his soft blue locks making him stir in his sleep.

He shifted so he was sitting up. Once he rubbed the tears and sleep from his eyes he noticed you were in fact awake and not a walker.

"Love you're ok!"

"I think so babe!"

He hugged you tightly but carefully holding you close.

Larry

You two were in the middle of a run when you had gotten over run by a smaller horde.

You ducked behind a car door readying your barbed wire covered bat. At least Steve Harrington had taught you a few pointers in all those Netlfix binge sessions.

You jumped up swinging knocking one of the roaming corpses to the ground. You dodged around the body taking off in the direction of the apartments.

"(Y/n) love over here!"

You spotted Larry with his back against an overturned uhaul truck. Weaving in between cars and taking out a Walker or two you made your way to your fiance. You could feel the baby kicking in your much larger stomach hinting that he or she was just exhausted of running as you were.

You placed a hand on your growing belly taking a couple deep breaths now that you were back by your husbands side.

He hugged you placing a quick kiss on your cheek.

"We're almost home love. Just another mile or two."

You nodded but you couldn't say you were ready to run another 2 miles especially not in this weather.

After another breather you two set off again taking out a couple more of the living dead. After another few minutes you both stopped in order for you to catch your breath.

You let your back rest against a car.

As you struggled to catch your breath you felt a sharp pain Rip through your stomach. You knew for certain it was a contraction.

"Shit not now!"

"What's the matter love?"

"I think I'm in labor."

"Shit fuck! Not now! Are you sure?"

"Yea I think I can make it to the apartments."

You kept running but after a few minutes you felt a worse sharp pain making you scream out in pain leaning against a car. You grabbed onto the open window squeezing it in pain. Your water broke with this contraction.

A moment later you felt something tear into your wrist making you scream out in pain.

"No!"

Larry pushed you out of the way stabbing his knife into the skull of the Walker.

You looked down at your wrist shocked. You were bitten and in labor.

You had been bitten right at the wrist so your arm was bleeding heavily, considering the physical strain and the heat it just took everything out of you. You fainted falling right into Larry's arms.

When you woke up you were back in what looked like the apartments. You had woken up to that ceiling and poster covered wall everytime you spent the night at Lisa's place.

You could feel throbbing burning pain in both your arm and a dull burn in your stomach.

Even though it was muffled and fuzzy you could hear Larry talking to someone near by.

Once you slowly forced your eyes open completely you were met with the rest of Larry's room.

You moved your arm over feeling the space where the rest of your right arm should be.

Next you moved your hand to feel your stomach. You slowly moved Larry's Sanitys Fall shirt up tracing your stomach where there was a giant stiched up wound.

"She has her moms eyes."

"I know shes beautiful just like her mom. Wait till she wakes up and meets you kid. You're gonna love her. And she's gonna love you so fucking much."

"Want me to hold her while you go check on (y/n)?"

"Sure. Here (daughter name) go see grandma for a minute."

A moment later the door opened up to an exhausted looking Larry.

His eyes were sad and tired his hair a mess. His hands were slightly still colored red from what you could assume was your blood.

Once he saw you were awake he jumped to your side.

"Holy Fuck knuckle love you're awake!"

"What happened?"

He stroked your hair moving it from your face while holding your hand.

"You got bit and we. We were so far from home. I -i had no choice. I c-cut it off and carried you the rest of the way. You weren't conscious to push but thankfully that doctor Morrison showed mom and Todd how to do a c section just in case before he left."

Larry let a few tears fall down his cheek as he talked.

"So the baby is ok?"

"Not only is she ok but she's so beautiful and happy already."

"Can I see her?"

Larry got up kissing you sweetly before going to the door and calling his mom in.

She came in smiling handing you your daughter.

"Shes beautiful."

"I told you just like you."

"Fortunately for her she pulls off Larry's nose a lot better than he does."

"Fuck off little dude!"

Everyone shared a laugh happy that everyone was ok.

Later that night you two laid in bed the baby between you both wide awake Larry's arm draped over both you.

"I love you so much. I was so scared I was gonna lose you."

"I love you too Larry. You saved me. Both of us really."

"I cant take all the credit. You fought for keeping our baby alive even if you didnt know you were doing it. I need you to do me a favor ok?"

"Sure what lar bear?"

"That you won't go out as much anymore. I need you safe and she needs at least one of us alive. At least take it easy for a little while even after you've healed."

"Ok love I'll try."

He leaned forward kissing you then your daughters head.

Lex💛

[wilhelmjfink]

“was” pt. 11

previously: And while she watched the van pull away, she continued to call for him repeatedly, as if that would change anything, feeling helpless and broken and alone and… and just numb.

Y/N was devastated, to say the least. 

Rick stood patiently outside the door of what should’ve been her and Daryl’s Alexandrian home, but currently only housed her as she locked herself away from the rest of the world. 

“I know you’re in there,” Rick hollered against the barrier between them, knowing that she was somewhere inside of the small townhouse curled up, keeping to herself and refusing to leave the safety of the walls her and Daryl once shared. 

She didn’t respond. “I’m comin’ in!” He announced, his hand already turning the brass knob in his hand until it clicked before he cautiously pushed he door open. It squeaked and he flinched, the sound the loudest thing he’d ever heard compared to the dark, heavy silence inside of the him. 

Just as he’d suspected, Y/N sat on the loveseat with her back facing him, trying to ignore his presence. He knew she wanted to be alone — her and Daryl were similar like that. But he also knew that Daryl had a tendency to be extremely self-destructive and he’d already watched her crash and burn after he’d been taken by Negan’s men the first time. And where they were headed with the army of Saviors against them, they couldn’t afford for her to wallow in the dark, feeling sorry for herself. 

At the same time, however, Rick’s heart shattered at the sight of her curled up and hugging herself on the couch: heavy bags under her eyes from the exhaustion of not having slept for the last 48 hours, her skin already porcelain from being ill and unwell and fragile, so thin and delicate that he was hesitant to sit next to her for fear of breaking her entirely. 

“Y/N,” he tried to clarify his presence one again as to avoid scaring here out of her trance it seemed she was in, but she looked right over to him. Her normally radiant eyes were dull and bloodshot, puffy and red from her constant crying. One foot in front of the other he carefully made his way toward her. “Hey. It’s me. Let’s talk...”

“What’s there to talk about?” She croaked, her voice jagged like she’d swallowed shards of glass, completely void of the vibrance and attitude of girl he’d known for so long. “I can’t even imagine what they’re doing to him. And it’s all my fault.”

“It’s not your fault.”

“It is!” She was suddenly on her feet, staring him as her balance wavered like she was drunk or dizzy. She pointed a finger harshly in his face. “Dont you try and tell me it’s not. He should’ve taken me!”

When she turned away from him to hide her face, becoming too overwhelmed with emotions, that was when he noticed the small but evident blood stain on her white long sleeved shirt, right over where she’d been shot. 

“Y/N, you’re bleeding — “

“He said he wanted me, Rick. So why didn’t he take me?” As she collapsed back down onto the sofa he planted himself next to her, carefully guiding her backwards so that she didn’t collapse on the floor in the fit of sobs that took over her. “Why couldn’t he have taken me instead? Why —“

Rick interjected, unhappy with the guilt that was wrongfully drowning her. “Don’t say that — you don’t want that.”

“No, what I don’t want is Daryl to be suffering because of me,” she spat harshly at him, wiping her eyes on the back of her sleeve. She opened her mouth to speak, but Rick beat her to it. 

“Do you know how devastated he was when he heard you’d been shot?” He asked, his tone firm and unwavering. Y/N looked up at him curiously, waiting for him to continue with wherever he was going. “He... he wasn’t Daryl. He was just a shell. He didn’t know how to function without you — he was so sure you wouldn’t wake up. By the third day, he’d already lost hope.”

Y/N’s demeanor fell even lower and Rick quickly corrected himself. “Not in you, but in... everything around him. Life wasn’t worth living to him, not without you. Do you know why he left, Y/N?” Rick was heated, though not angry and as Y/N shook her head no he suddenly paused, halting himself before he stumbled too far into a conversation it wasn’t his right to initiate. “Because everything reminded him of you. And the second that he heard you were awake — the second that he knew Negan was in the infirmary with you... it was like a whole new Daryl, Y/N. I’ll bet nothin’ in the world could’ve stopped him after he heard that.”

Y/N had begun crying harder, impatiently waiting for Rick to make his point by tearing her soul in two, her love for him only growing at his words. They would be reassuring, she thought, if she was worried about whether or not Daryl loved her. But despite his introverted and closed-off nature and his harsh mannerisms, she was sure he loved her, regardless of how hard it was for him to show it; she’d always taken that into consideration and it only confirmed that he really did think the world of her. 

But that wasn’t the problem. No — the problem was that he was being held prisoner in the place that already managed to break him once. So despite how hard he fought to keep his composure and maintain a stoic appearance every single day, she was the only one that knew of the nightmares that plagued his dreams every single night; of Glenn, of Negan, of Dwight, of the Saviors in their entirety. Usually, she’d lean closer, hold him tighter, whisper soothingly to him if dramatically steadying her own breathing to urge him along didn’t help. But now, she wasn’t there to hold him and protect him from those demons. They had manifested right in front of her and before they could do anything they were surrounded by them. And they laid into him, punching and kicking and laughing at him before ripping him away from her and dragging him back down to the dark recesses of his mind where she’d spent so much time trying to drag him out of. 

“He would’ve ran right back into Negan’s arms if it meant makin’ sure you were safe — he still would.”

It was then that it clicked with Y/N; the point Rick was trying to make was that Daryl was tough and would endure anything for her. He would’ve walked to hell and back twice, three or four or nine or ten times for her, as she would for him. But it brought her little comfort. Everybody had a breaking point, and Negan was well aware of where Daryl’s was and she knew he ended to exploit it the way only he could. 

“Just... promise me you won’t do anything stupid, alright? We need ya here.”

Y/N appreciated Rick’s effort — she really did. But she couldn’t help but break down again at the mere thought of him, burying her face in her hands as she cried for him, the tears never seeming to stop. 

It seemed like the last four weeks of freedom had been nothing but a fever dream. 

Daryl was right back where he started, dirty sweats, moldy bread and all, laying on the floor of the same exact cell from the last time he was prisoner at the Sanctuary. Easy Street still blared — they hadn’t change their tactics one bit. Though this time, instead of the reoccurring nightmares that showed Glenn getting beat to death due to his fault — something he’d only been able to reconcile and come to terms with because of her — it was her screams as he was dragged away, her cries as Saviors yanked her backwards and she desperately flailed and tried to free herself from their grip to reach her. And every time he’d turn toward her, wanting so badly to return to her and hold her and promise he was alright, the Saviors turned to grotesque, rotted corpses and he had to watch them eat her alive as she pleaded for him to come save her.

 But he never could; not in dreams nor in reality.

He was easily able to tune the song out at that point. Though he would’ve preferred it over the sounds of her cries that echoed in his head, rattling his brain like a drill and leaving him to fight off his own tears as he felt helpless and worthless and alone. If he couldn’t save her, what good was he?

He’d been through this before — just recently, even. When he’d left the first time in a fit of rage, unable to stop the emotions from flowing upon finding out news he never, ever once in his entire life had even considered having to hear. He was supposed to tell her. He didn’t know how to do it at first. He stressed about it the second that he heard she’d woken up. And when that stress was quickly replaced with the sweetest relief he’d ever experienced in his lifetime, he’d forgotten all about it. Now, even though the initial reminder of breaking the news to her had been so bitter and undesirable, he would still choose having to do that over wallowing in the feeling of loss he was experiencing now. Knowing she was out there waiting for him, and that he would never come. 

He succumbed easily upon his arrival back here, still disheveled from the fight and obvious concussion he sustained, but unlike the last time he had absolutely no fight left in him. He’d just got his girl back — fuck, he’d just gotten her back! He hadn’t even been able to speak a single word to her, let alone hold her in his arms or kiss her lips or see her smile, her entire face lighting up when he walked in like it always did — something he would never fucking understand. 

Y/N had spent the night racking her brain for any memories she had that withheld valuable information about Negan or the Sanctuary, everything turning up flat. She had no leads; not even an idea on how to get there. But she still hovered over the county map, a red ‘x’ signifying the Saviors headquarters that lay far back in the woods 30 miles away from her. That was a hell of a walk, but she didn’t think twice about it. That kind of thing really didn’t matter anymore.

Daryl had her pack a bag that she’d always kept in the closet that was ready to scoop up and head out, should they ever needed to. He never trusted Alexandria and even after she begged him to just try and settle, he couldn’t say no to her big puppy dog eyes, but still found it hard to ever feel even remotely comfortable. But she’d humored him and packed the bag, knowing deep down it was a practical idea, and she was happy she did. It held a canteen full of water, protein bars and canned goods, an extra set of clothing, a box of ammunition and the suppressor for her Ruger, generic first aid, and other odds and ends they’d learn to appreciate when out on the road with no shelter or steady source of sustenance.

There was a knock at her door and she quickly kicked the backpack with her heel, sliding it under the bed frame she sat on and crumpled up the map that lay sprawled on her lap. She didn’t have to answer — nobody expected her to and they always waltzed the fuck in anyway. She was sick of the pitiful looks she’d gotten lately — yeah, she was devastated, beside herself and even still healing from being shot twice and unconscious for a week to follow, but the broken people often made the most dangerous ones, and she had every intention of going out with a bang. 

The door pushed open and she was surprised to see Carl peek in, almost hesitantly. 

“Hey,” she greeted him quietly as he made his way into the room, closing the door behind him. She would never get over how much he’d grown up over the years. 

“Hey,” he replied. It was obvious something was on his mind and before Y/N could ask, he spoke back up. “Alright. You’re not thinking about going after Daryl, are you?”

She could never lie to Carl. So she hung her head down silently, avoiding his gaze. “Not as long as your dad keeps a tight leash on me.”

Carl nodded — it was true that Rick was making an effort to keep tabs on Y/N, checking up on her frequently even though she never left the house. She’d even seen him talking to those on watch duty and only suspected it was about her when they both had turned and spotted her watching from her front porch, immediately silencing before splitting up.

“I can help you.”

Her head snapped up. “What?”

“I’ve been to the Sanctuary. I can help you get inside. I can tell you where they’re keeping Daryl.”

Though obviously weighing heavily on her mind just the mention of his name aloud tugged on her heartstrings, springing tears of anger and frustration and fear in her eyes. Carl was serious; he stood strong, cold. After a moment of consideration, her unfolded the map you’d hastily shoved to your side and flattened it back out onto the bed.

2 more parts..... what’s gonna happen :/ no one knows!

@crossbowking @jodiereedus22 @apossiblegentleman @mtngirlforever @sourwolf-sterek32 @winchester-angel @qrangr @cole-winchester @the-bottom-of-the-abyss @twdeadfanfic @crazyaboutnorman @deliciousassafrasssandwich @bunnymother93 @96ssi @fireeyes-on-teller-dixon-grimes  @mrbarneswhitewolfsir @thatsoragan @lonewolf471

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How about some klance smut?

!This is pure smut!

If you dont like just ignore this :)

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(don't) hold my breath

Keith finds out a very important skill that Lance has: that he can hold his breath for a long time. He adds it to the list of reasons he’s pining after Lance—his right hand man, his teammate, his friend.

See also: sad desert boy falls hopelessly in love with self-proclaimed mermaid boy with a heart of gold. Watch these two oblivious idiots find their home in each other.

8,658 words   AO3

Lucky Habits

Lance has a habit of licking his lips before he takes particularly difficult shots with his blaster.

Keith has begun to notice said habit and it's slowly driving him mad.

Thankfully, Lance isn't as oblivious as he seems.

9,485 words   AO3

Hopelessly Devoted

“There he is,” Lance grinned, wide enough to break the kiss. He looked so damned satisfied, already. “There's my boy.”

4916 words  AO3

Take Me, I'm Yours

An unfortunate coincidence leads to Keith hiding in a closet, while Lance gets it on with an alien woman outside. It changes everything.

Keith can't erase the sight from his mind. He can't sleep, he can't fight. He can't control himself.

There is nothing he can do except swallow his pride and ask Lance for a favor.

He should have known he would have to beg for it.

6,732 words   AO3

Pix Or It Didn't Happen

Giving a whole new meaning to team bonding, Allura and Lance jointly plan a photography (read selfie) contest. Allura's contribution? Put the paladins in pairs for picture taking. Even before the teams were 'randomly' selected, Keith could have told you who he'd end up paired with. It goes about as well as could be expected.

14,690 words   AO3

Boys Will Be Boys    

There’s blood in his mouth, blood dripping from his nose, blood in his hair from where Keith fucking scratched him, blood boiling in his veins and clouding his vision with red. There’s too much blood for a friendly sparring session, that’s for sure.

This isn’t a friendly sparring session, not anymore.

6,736 words   AO3

I just wanna make love to you

Both Paladin and Blade stood in silence for almost a full minute, staring at each other with indiscernible expressions (or at least Lance thinks the latter is, can’t really tell with the identity protecting mask adorning their face.)

Before he can stop himself, he opens his mouth with a smirk curling at his lips.

“You come here often?” Lance asks, tilting his head coyly.

26,736 words   AO3

Research Purposes    

In retrospect, Lance knew he was overreacting. Thinking about it just a little too hard.  He just didn't consider Keith would ever be- Nah, actually, he wasn't that surprised... Did that mean Keith had totally been checking him out? Did he think he was hot? Would dudes be into him? What was it like to mess around with dudes? Was Keith experienced with that sort of thing? He just needed to know. For... science?

(In which Keith mentions something that reveals he's gay, Lance is excessively shocked, and everyone else already knew because it wasn't even a secret. In short, Lance is an oblivious idiot and finally accepts his bisexuality.)

10796 words   AO3

You Always Say the Stupidest Shit

"I know what your problem is," Lance interrupts, pointing a finger at him and smirking as though he's just personally discovered the deepest secret of the universe. God only knows why Keith stops talking then, but in hindsight, he wishes he'd have just gotten louder.

"You need to get laid," Lance announces.

13,370 words   AO3

The Royal Treatment    (Altean Lance/Galra Keith!)

“You’ve met me, congratulations,” Keith said shortly.

“Now go meet someone else.

”“Ouch,” he said. “And that’s not true; I don’t even know your name yet!”Keith wrinkled his nose. Maybe telling this irksome creature his title would scare him off. “I am Lord Kethyr, second son of Emperor Zarkon,” he retorted.

“Satisfied now?”

The Altean, unfortunately, was not deterred in the slightest by this. “Ooh, a royal? How exciting. I’m Lance.”

11,998 words   AO3

Modern

Don't Break Connection, Baby

(Series not completed 50,615 words 3 works)

Keith works part-time as a phone sex operator and receives a prank call from Lance. This does not go as planned for Lance. Thus begins the adventure of our dear sweet goofball continuing to call Keith to fuck with him (but not like fuck fuck with him...at least not yet). And y'know, eventually having legit conversations with him and getting attached and growing on Keith.

38,721 words   AO3

Will you sing to the Beat of my Heart?

(Musician!Keith Verse not completed 10,132 words 2 works)

Keith is a musician sometimes playing in the park Lance walks through every day. Lance falls in love—both with the music, and Keith. Keith, meanwhile, can't help but notice the cutie in the crowd. Both think there is no chance to get to know each other—but fate has a different plan.

8,833 words   AO3

Of Tinted Windows and Fancy Leather Seats

Drive Me Crazy Series not completed 9,345 words 2 works

"One last question, Keith. Do you want me to fuck you? If you say no, then I’ll leave you alone. You can also punch me if you want. But if you say yes, my car is here. Your pick, Mullet.”

5,964 words   AO3

Fuck Buddies With Benefits

“Hey babe,” the blue-eyed male in Keith’s doorway drawls, leaning his weight on one arm and smirking down at Keith from the irritating two-inch height difference between them. The guy likes taking advantage of it while he can, before Keith shoves him onto the bed and is the one looking down for once.

Keith rolls his eyes and steps aside to let Lance into his dorm room, locking the door behind them in case Shiro stops by to check on him. Shiro would likely not be impressed by Keith’s self-care methods if he found his baby cousin in bed with some guy he met at the bar, a blank document still waiting to be filled on his laptop screen.

19,183 words   AO3

The Patrulian Zone    

Lance logs in to Oriande, the dating app known for easy hook ups with no strings attached. Finding Keith, he gets exactly what he signed up for.

So how come suddenly, it doesn't feel like enough?

17,498 words   AO3

technologic

In which Lance sends Keith an accidental snapchat that somehow leads to them becoming sexting buddies.

5193 words   AO3

A/B/O

Want          (Want Series completed 83,799 words 4 works)

Lance makes the decision to sell himself for the sake of his family. The only problem is that no ones seems to want him. When Shiro buys Lance for his alpha little brother, the omega can't believe his luck.

But does Keith even want anything to do with his new gift or is Lance destined to be an unwanted omega forever?

24,695   AO3

In the heat of the moment

Lance runs out of suppressants and is outed as an Omega. Keith wants to be his alpha. So much angst, sugar sweetness, more angst, gotta have a baby, and all the lovins. Plus there's Shatt! What's not to love. Please don't get too wrapped up in timelines, dynamics, or the lack of season 4. This is fiction.

25,037 words   AO3

The Lion's Pride

When Pidge confesses to being a female alpha and not a male one, the team realizes that she's not the only one hiding something. They realize Lance isn't the alpha he's posing as but actually an omega.

As with Pidge, they want to give Lance the time he needs to come clean on his own. But the team agrees to do their best to make Lance feel comfortable, considering how highly valued omegas are in packs.

Two team/pack-members especially find this new realization fascinating. Keith and Shiro want Lance to be their own omega. But can they handle the secret Lance is hiding, the one that made him cover up his status to begin with...?

30,822 woords   AO3

Practically Strangers

(Practically Everything Series   not completed, 8,117 words 2 works)

Lance was, in all aspects, an omega. He had accepted this part of him long ago, even embraced it. Keith was, in all forms of the word, an alpha. He was also pretty much a stranger, but Lance was willing to ignore that fact in favor of, um, other things.

4,768 words AO3

Your Sex I Can Smell

Lance was in hell… or heaven depending on your outlook. But for him it was currently hell.  He’d not been expecting to go into heat, ever. Heat was an Omega thing and as far as he knew 99.9% of Omegas were chicks.

He thought he’d just be another Beta, he’d given up hopes of becoming an Alpha when he still hadn’t presented by seventeen. But to be this late… to be twenty one and only just developing it was… humiliating. And as an Omega at that. But he had a plan. He could just... disguise it. Hide his scent.

Which was great. Except now Keith was almost impossible to get near, to tease and banter and basically annoy just to get a rise out of him. Lance missed seeing his face, missed his scent. His schoolboy crush had developed into something strangely immature for a twenty one year old but potent nonetheless. But Keith wouldn't give him the time of day. At least, not until a project forced them to work together.

25,747 words   AO3

What Else Could a Virgin Omega Do?

Lance was standing where he never thought he'd be standing, in line at the front desk of the nearest Alpha Brothel.

13,831 words   AO3

Don't Forget Your Vitamins

(series not completed 13,221 words 2 works)

Lance is an omega. Keith is a beta. This was something Lance had made peace with and determined that there was no way they could ever work. No matter how much he would like it to. Saving the universe and all that didn’t leave a whole lot of time to pursue such a complicated relationship.

However, when Keith finally starts getting the food and nutrition his hybrid body needs he is finally revealed to be an alpha. As he struggles with his new presentation, Lance tries his best to be there for him and support him. But it's difficult when the guy you love is now totally capable of giving you the best sex of your life.

11,406 words   AO3

Fuck self control (but really, don't.)

Lance hadn't presented by the time they got into space, leaving him vulnerable. Everything is fine until Keith's rut, and then it isn't

8,003 words   AO3

Omegaverse Series

Suddenly all Keith can hear is Hunk’s voice yelling over the com.

“Keith! You have to get out of there. Now!”

Keith wants to ask what’s wrong, but then the smell hits him.

The sickly sweet, and unmistakable smell of an omega in heat.

He whips around and sees Lance, standing a few feet back, bracing himself against the wall. His face is flushed, and he’s breathing heavy.

“I … I don’t feel so good.”

22,606 words  3 works   AO3

kiss like it's poisonous series (not completed)

A collection of all my fics that belong to this omegaverse au. It's basically just Keith and Lance being idiots and dancing around each other for like a span of five years, and you will all get the pleasure of reading it.

43,504 words 3 works   AO3

You All Over My Skin, I'm Anxious    

The worst part of it though, was that Keith was an alpha. A stupid, hotheaded alpha that Lance couldn’t help but get in petty arguments with like they had been married for fifty years. Keith, with his stupid mullet and how stupidly good he was at hand to hand combat and how stupidly hot he sounded when training. Lance would have gotten on his knees for him in seconds if he only asked. But an alpha needed an omega, and Lance was just a stupid beta. 

5,898 words   AO3

#klance #fanfic #fanfic list #smut #lance mcclain #keith kogane #voltron #vld #my list

[dolanswhore]

Moonlight. (3) Scared.

chapter 2 || series masterlist. 

warning: before reading this book you must understand it is fictional, and the twins are both werewolves and have animal like personalities. also this is a Grayson x reader x ethan story :)

also nudity 

The hot sensation of the heat of the fire warmed her bare skin to the point the the green lines of meaning started to drip from her skin only to be fixed by the rough pad’s of Grayson’s fingers. Ethan’s continued to gather various twigs and leaves to throw into the fire. Grayson says nothing as he sits cross crossed onto the ground but tugs on her arm with such softness not wanting to make one mark against her perfect skin. She cleared her throat trying to hide the gasp that fell from her mouth due to the tingling sensation that filled her skin with goose bumps in the spot his skin met hers.

“Sit.” It was a gentle command one she couldn’t seem to ignore due to the seriousness of the situation that both men in front her held. Both set of lips set in deep frowns as they sat against the earth. Looking down at both of them debating if she should just run the other way seeing both were distracted but was quickly reminded that she’d seen them turn from wolves only hours ago, also a small tug of her heart at the thought of leaving. “Sit.” Grayson was more harsh this time, his voice was powerful and strong that it boomed through his chest.

“Why are you so defiant my half?” Grayson practically growled as he looked at his Ethan, who only shook his head trying to tell Grayson to leave it alone but Gray didn’t listen. “Why can’t you accept that you are our mate?”

“Because you’re fucking crazy.” Those words even had Ethan’s head turning to face her. “I don’t have a wolf and I’m definitely not talking to any kind of moon goddess today!” Her arms extending in the air with venom lacing every word. Grayson just squints at her arms crossing over his broad chest which she couldn’t help but watch. Embarrassment pinching her cheeks at the nudity of them once again. Neither man carry either, not modest. In their pack it was normal to see men and woman naked and they wouldn’t tolerate it any other way.

She look away from Grayon and Ethan to the ground trying to find another sight then their thick, strong thighs covered in swirls of black ink. “You said you were scared.” Ethan had finally spoke as he watched as tears of frustration form in her eyes, his heart dropping at the sight of her red face and quivering chin. 

“I am terrified. First I’m almost eaten alive by a monster neither of you had bothered to talk about. “ She looks down at her arm, the small gashes had finally stopped bleeding but left dry blood around them. “And watched two wolves turn into humans and they’re claiming i belong to them and they kidnap me! I also don’t know why i’m so attracted to them. My heart hurts at the though of running away. “ she didn’t know why she was telling him but let out a sigh as she wiped the tears that fell to her cheeks.

“I’m Ethan..” He whispers reaching out to grasp her hand into his. The tingles of skin on skin sent heat throughout both of their bodies. “This is Grayson and you are our mate.”

The rougher twin rolls his eyes obviously not amused at watching E touch her. Grayson steps closer clearing his throat. Eyes meeting hers in fear of rejection of him, it would kill him if Ethan was the only one allowed to touch her. Grayson couldn’t help but be a little pushy with the woman in front of him. Out of the two he had always been the overbearing one, who stuck to all the rules and always did what his father said. Maybe Ethan’s approach did work better as he watched Y/N relax slightly. Grayson’s hand now had her other one as Ethan continued to talk. “Just try please and if you don’t believe us still we will let you go, I promise.”

Ethan’s fingers wipe the small tears from her cheeks bringing it to his lips to taste the salty tears, it was only to have her scent against him which his body craved so much. Gray leans slightly into her neck, his nose pressing against the skin to smell the sweet scent of her. The twins were completely drunk of her scent just wanting to smell the intoxicating trance only she could put them in. “Please..” 

To both of their surprise she nods slowly as she lowers herself to the ground, still uncomfortable of being in just her underwear in front of them. Grayson and Ethan sink to their knees on opposite sides of the fire as it rose with flames, small whites and blues dancing together to tangle around the orange flame. It warmed her body completely watching as their fingers interlock then hold the opposite hand out to her. The sensation of warmth fueled her veins at the connection of them all together by the joint of fingers intertwining and hands meeting one another.

The fire rose quickly into the night, higher then she could ever imagine as they twins began to chant simultaneously “ascoltaci la nostra regina.”

Y/N’s concerned eyes met Ethan first feeling his finger’s tighten around hers, then to Gray as a small growl rumbles from his chest his eyes slowly rolling to the back of his head only to show the whites of his eyes as blood pinches his gums as two sharp teeth poke from behind his lips. "Grayson?"

"Shhh!" Ethan shushes her quickly pressing his finger to her lips before whispering. "We cant break the link dangerous." Both watching as his body rose slightly from the ground giving the illusion that he was floating.

"What's happening?" Shes seen enough horror movies to know when someone's eyes are open but no pupil is seen to run because the devil is truly there and floating? It was time to go. "Ethan I'm scared."

His finger's find hers in comfort lacing together as the bond relaxes her, skin on skin. "The moon goddess will speak through him when she is ready."

"I've been waiting for you wolves to finally talk to me." Grayson was taking, but it wasn't him talking. "What the actual fuc-"

"We need guidance..." Ethan cuts Y/N off as his fingers scratch the scruff that peppered his chin. "We dont know what to do, our mate is the same person it must be a mistake."

"I do not make mistakes." It was rushed as Gray let out a small groan, his body fighting the moon inside of him. It was too much power that ran through his veins, every pore, every cell in his body humming in pain as the Queen of the Moon channeled him. "You must go back to your old pack, claim your rightful spot and treat your luna the respectful way, the traditional way. As for her wolf it is in there, I feel her begging to howl to me. My twins, my greatest creation you must help her find it."

A few short seconds later had Grayson gasping for air, holding his chest tightly in his massive hand as his raw throat greedily sucked air to fuel his lungs. Very much to both of the twin's surprise Y/N fell to the ground before him, hand running through the soft strands of his hair to comfort him. She couldn't explain why, but that it felt right. There was no denying what had just happened, that another person spoke through grayson. Someone of higher power, the creator of all wolves placed her with these males and it wasnt a mistake it was her path.

"I'm okay." It was more for himself then for her as Ethan is quickly behind her and without another thought pressing a kiss to her bare shoulder as a way to confide her hurting of seeing Gray like this. Gray's eyes widen with a tang of jealousy in the pit of his stomach that could be seen through the blackening pupils. Grayson's animistic snarl catching her off guard as she backed away from him. Not paying to match attention that with two short steps she was feeling the radiating warmth of ethan's bare chest.

As much as it hurt him to do so he backed away from the skin that made his burn to help his brother up, bringing his arm around his neck to support most of his weight. "Go in front of us."

Ethan's voice didnt hold any room for negotiation as he wanted his eyes to be on her. In front of him where he can see anything that could possibly attack and be able to act before it does. His protectiveness was felt the same as Gray nodded in agreement. Well as much as he could with his body weak that completely drained from the channeling. Despite Grayson’s broad muscular frame Ethan had him back to the place they called home in only seconds with his unhuman strength he could easily carry the both of them home. Grayson was gently set against the warm furs of the ground with tiny groans of pain. 

“Is he going to be okay?” Ethan nods as he takes small jar that decorated the only shelves on the wall, they were filled with leaves, spices and what looked like to be bones? Well to her at least..

“He’ll be okay my love, his body needs to recuperate, it hurts when the moon talks to you. you could feel it from here.” His finger makes it way above her heart pressing the skin of her chest. “To the point I can feel every cell in my body aching.”

“She’s talked through you before?” She was truly terrified of the whole situation. Wolves to Humans and then Human’s to wolves. A goddess non has heard of channeling the body of Grayson, there was no faking that. No faking the pain he felt, the change in his personality, the person spoken to was not Grayson, it was someone else. The real Grayson laid against the furs, eyes squeezed together in pain as his body began to work inside out to heal him.

Ethan nods as he crushes to contents of the bowls, which was various leaves to make a green thick liquid. “What did she mean pack? There’s more of you?”

“There’s 4 packs all together all separated by a different alpha.” She couldn’t seem to comprehend that her whole life here in this town that these woods held four different packs of werewolves that know one knew of. “I-I..”

“I will anger your questions later mia regina.” [my queen] Ethan is quick to his brother’s aid. “Drink Gray.”

“No it takes like shit and you know I hate it.” Ethan rolls his eyes as his helps prop his brother up against the wall for it can support the weakened man. “It will make you feel better, put you to sleep until your healing is done.”

“It won’t though, it taste like that week old rabbit your wolf wouldn’t eat. And it doesn’t matter anyways because we’re not going back Ethan. I never want to go back. ” Ethan presses the bowl against his lips not giving him a choice in the matter. “Drink brother, we’ll talk about the pack when you wake up.”

Grayson managed to drink it all despite how much he gagged and complain but it wasn’t long until his eye lids fell heavy, sleeping wanting to take over his whole body. “I’m going to find you food.” Ethan mumbles slowly bringing his nose to her neck to sniff her scent. “You will not leave us? Do you understand you’re patch now?”

“No. I’m still not sure what’s going on but It feels right with you.” Ethan smiles at her words tongue coming out to soak in the feeling of her skin before leaving her with the dark shut, harder then in should be.

“Does it feel right with me?” It was said aloud by a very tired Grayson. “I don’t mean to be so ill-mannered with you, i’m just that type of male but i want you to feel right with me.”

“I do...” It’s soft just above a whisper but loud enough for his above human hearing. “Come lay with me until I fall asleep?”

Her feet carried her before she could even think, her body craved his touch, the smell of him and there was nothing she could do about it as the bond pulls her closer. Grayson’s arms around her tingled her skin, sent a feeling of pleasure straight to her heart that warmed her chest. She would never understand the feeling his touch or Ethan’s touch gave her.

“I’m sorry for scaring you earlier.” His face skimming against her neck to sniff loudly. “You smell too much like Ethan, my wolf doesn’t like it.”

He makes sure to lick the same size stride of spit right next to his mark but couldn’t help himself as he pressed his lips against the tender flesh as a small gasp fell from her lips covering her in his scent until he reached her shoulder. Not even moments later his eyes were closed sent to the relm of sleep not bothering to fight it knowing his body needed it. She was out of his grasp soon after needing a moment to sit and finally take in what was happening to her.

That quickly came to an end as Ethan opened the door, nose twitching at the scent of Grayson. too much Grayson. Eyes darkening as his knuckles turn white from the forming fist at his sides. His wolf was on edge, yellow eyes brightening as he threatened to come forward. He was jealous of Grayson’s scent, jealous he had covered his own. “I can’t control him.. he need to scent you. I’m sorry

Her mouth fell open as she noticed the arousal through the small cloak that covered his bottom half that was quickly untied from his waist, revealing his privateness to her. “Let me scent you please..”

#ethan dolan #ethan dolan imagine #ethan dolan x reader #grayson dolan imagine #grayson dolan x reader #grayson dolan #moonlight #dolan twins imagine

[mf-despair-queen]

Slow Hands - Stuart Twombly

Author: @mf-despair-queen​

Characters: Stuart Twombly/Reader

Word Count: 6,721

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Oral (both receiving), Orgasm Denial, Multiple Orgasms, Hair Pulling, Choking, Face Riding, Boob Jobs, Shower Sex, Making out on the Couch

Notes: STUART WEEK. STUART WEEK. Thank you @rememberstilinski and @sarcasticallystilinski for giving us these times to focus on cuties like Stuart. As thanks, I give you the opportunity to bathe in holy water because... Stuart is a dirty little shit. Also a big thanks to @minhosmeanhoe because she was a babe and proofread this for me while I was on my way home! I love youuuuuu. PS This was a request. 

Request: could you maybe do a smut with stuart twombly based off the song "strip that down" or "slow hands" i dont like 1d but i heard them and i'm like "ooh so sexual i know just the right person" and now i'm here. thanks💕💕

You sat at your desk, your fingers drumming on the table in front of you. Your eyes weren’t focused on your computer, or the task in front of you. They were staring through the glass walls of the office space you shared with your team across the hall at Team Lyle. Particularly, your eyes were focused on the beanie wearing cutie that is Stuart Twombly.

You licked your lips, rubbing your legs together as you watched him talk to Billy and Nick, pointing at something on his computer. His whiskey brown eyes were hidden by the black frames of his glasses, and he was wearing a dark blue button up shirt with his normal khakis. Your body was heating up just by watching him work from afar.

His hands quickly typed on the laptop, and you imagined what those hands would be able to do to your body. Running them through your hair as his lips met your neck. Running along the curvatures of your body slowly, feeling your soft skin. Groping your tits between his fingers, fondling them gently, tweaking your nipples. Running his fingers through your wet folds, probing your aching pussy while his thumb pressed to your swollen clit.

You bit your lip, Stuart glancing your way briefly. You blushed, your legs pressing against each other tightly, hoping to hide the arousal you knew was pooling in your panties under your skirt. You gave him a small smile, waving in his direction. The corners of his lips tugged up, Stuart looking back down at his computer before anyone noticed his expression change.

Your coworker, Ann, rolled over in her chair, her gum snapping loudly in your ear. You jolted in surprise, almost falling out of your seat when you turned to look at her. “Jesus Christ, you scared the shit out of me! Do not sneak up on me like that,” You told her, seeing her grin.

“Well, you were so preoccupied staring at someone else that you were starting to slack in your work. And you didn’t hear Chris tell everyone to head home early to get ready for the company party tonight,” Ann said, picking at her nails. “Do you want me to come over and help you pick out something sexy? Maybe we can find you a cute guy to bring home and fuck for once.”

You rolled your eyes, beginning to type on your computer. “You know that I’m not interested in that kind of thing. I’m not a one-night-stand kind of girl, Ann,” you mutter to her. She groaned, leaning back in her chair.

“I don’t see why not. Sometimes, you just need a release. You’ve been so uptight lately.” She scanned your face, leaning on the palm of her hand. “Fine. What about finding you a boyfriend? Someone like Stuart Twombly of Team Lyle? You guys are always hanging out at lunch when neither of you are busy.” She hinted, nudging you slightly.

“Ann, I am here to focus on my career. Dating is the last thing on my mind,” you told her. “As for Stuart, we are just friends. There is nothing going on between us,” you mutter, glancing at the male across the hall.

Ann groaned again, resting her head against the desk. “Ugh. Sometimes I swear you are actually dating and just not telling anyone.” You shut your laptop, gathering your stuff together, Ann’s eyes on you. “Is it so wrong to want to date? There is nothing wrong with dating someone in the company. You and Stuart are the same level, so there should be no conflicts.”

You slung your bag over your shoulder, giving her a smile. “Think of it this way. If I was dating, I wouldn’t make a big deal of it regardless. Because neither of us would want to make a big deal of it at work. We would want our personal life to stay personal.” You waved at her quickly, rushing out the door, heels clicking down the hallway as you hustled towards the parking lot. You glanced at Stuart’s team before you left, meeting Stuart’s eyes. You gave a small smile, waving at him before running out the door as fast as you could, jumping in your car.

You rest your head against the steering wheel, Stuart running through your mind again. You groaned, feeling the ache in your core for him. “Fuck. I need to get laid or something,” You mumble to yourself, reversing from your parking spot and heading towards your apartment. “Fuck you, Stuart Twombly. Why do you always have to be on my mind?”

You strolled into the company mixer, tugging at the bottom of the black dress you were wearing. Your heels clicked on the floor as you made your way through the crowd of people that had already arrived towards the open bar. You grinned as the bartender handed you a margarita, thanking him quietly and heading to find a seat. You sat at a small, isolated table, sipping your drink while you scanned the crowd.

You noted the various teams having a good time together, enjoying each other’s company outside of their normal work environment. You smiled at the energy people had, knowing this was why you loved your job so much. Google always made sure your spirits were high between the long, grueling days on the job.

Your eyes stopped on Team Lyle sitting at a round table, laughing at something Billy said. You watched Stuart lift his beer bottle to his lips, taking a long swig of the bitter liquid. You licked your lips, your body growing warm from just watching him. He had forgone his normal beanie, his hair spiked up in the front. He swapped his khakis for black jeans, the Google lanyard from his keys dangling from his pocket. He wore the same button up shirt, but the top buttons had been undone so you could see his collarbone.

You were side tackled by Ann, your team following behind her closely. “You look gorgeous, Y/N! Are you sure you’re not looking for a hot date tonight?” She joked, wiggling her eyebrows. You laughed, shaking your head as you took another sip of your margarita.

“No, of course not. I bought this dress a while back and never got a chance to wear it. So, what better time than tonight right?” You mention, giving a small turn. “Too much?”

Your teammate, Lulu, giggled, leaning on the table you were hiding at. “Babe, you’re smoking. There is bound to be some guy that’ll want a piece of that.” She reached over, smacking your ass playfully. You shoved her shoulder in return, all of you laughing.

You chatted with your team for a while, finishing your drink before the DJ changed to an upbeat song, the girls squealing. Ann flipped her hair over her shoulder, placing her hands on her waist. “I think it’s time to get this party started, guys.” She dragged you and Lulu to the middle of the dance floor, rolling her hips to the song. You and Lulu followed her lead, all eyes in the room on you guys. Ann smiled, hollering to the crowd. “Come on guys! It’s time to dance!”

The crowd cheered, groups of people making their way to the floor. It was packed in seconds, giving you a chance to sneak away from Ann and Lulu. You snuck through the crowd, trying to escape, when two hands met your waist, pulling you back against a hand chest. Their lips pressed against your ear, their hot breath fanning over it.

“How about a dance, sexy lady?”

You turned on your heel, wrapping your arms around Stuart’s neck, his arms winding around your waist. “Well, hello to you too.”

He grinned, something everyone saw him do very rarely. He tugged you closer, leaning in to whisper so no one around could hear. “How is my sexy secret girlfriend doing?”

You hummed, twirling your hair playfully. “I think I could be better. Did you know it’s a lot harder keeping this a secret than I thought it would be when we agreed to this arrangement?”

Stuart chuckled, swaying you to the music. “Why? Because our teams are constantly pestering us about not dating? Do they not understand that we want our personal life to remain personal?”

You giggled, pulling him down to your level. “That’s part of it, I guess. But most of the time, it’s because I see this really hot guy across the way, and I can’t help but imagine what amazing things he can do to me. It takes everything in me not to jump his bones in the middle of work.”

Stuart groaned, his lips brushing yours slightly. “Hey, just remember, we both agreed to this. We didn’t want our personal life to interfere with work. We knew this would be hard because we are on different teams and don’t have a lot of time together between normal work, time with our teams and traveling for projects.”

You grumbled at his words, pressing against him. “I know, I know. I just don’t know the last time we’ve had time to ourselves to just hang out. We’ve been so busy lately.” Your lips pressed lightly to his neck, Stuart biting his lip to stifle his groan. “When was the last time we fucked, Stu? All I think about is you, and it makes me horny while I am trying to work. Especially today. You’ve been running through my mind all day long.” Stuart stayed silent, feeling you against him. You looked up at him, staring directly at him. “How about we go back to my place instead of hanging around here? No one will miss us and we can make up for some… lost time.”

Stuart dragged you off the dance floor before you knew what was happening, looking down at you once you were free of the crowd. “Meet me in five minutes at your car. I am going to let Nick know I am heading home on my own since I got a ride with him. That way no one will be suspicious.” You nodded, watching him disappear to find Nick before heading out to your car.

You sat in your car, your mind wandering to Stuart the way it always did when you were alone. You were growing more eager by the second, your heart fluttering when you saw him slip from the building, rushing over to your car. He slid in the passenger seat, his fingers lacing with yours.

The drive was silent, Stuart playing with your fingers while you drove.  He leaned over the console, his lips pressing against your cheek softly. “I missed you, Y/N. I promise I will make up for all the time we missed while I was at that conference.” He nuzzled his face into your neck, nipping at your skin. You closed your eyes as you moaned, your car swerving slightly. “Keep your eyes on the road, baby. We’re almost there.”

You slammed on your breaks as you got to your apartment, watching Stuart jump from the car before it was completely stopped and practically running to your front door. You giggled, locking your car and following him inside, locking the door behind you. His arms were instantly around your waist, peppering your face with kisses. You couldn’t stop laughing at him, slowly pushing him down on the couch.

“Couch sex?” Stuart asked, grinning wildly. “I’m down. We’ve done that only once before.”

You smiled at him, sitting next to him. He pouted, looking over at you. “Well, I was thinking that we could take it slow for once. It’s still early,” you mention, glancing at the clock. “We have all night to do whatever you want, babe. So, why rush into something just for us to fall asleep or something afterwards? This is one of the few times I get you all to myself without anyone around.”

Stuart sighed, leaning one of his arms on the back of the couch, placing his hand on your waist to tug you closer. “If that’s what you want to do baby. I want to be with you and I want you to be happy. That’s what makes me happy.” You rest a hand on his arm, rubbing small circles on his skin. “So, what exactly do you want to do if we aren’t having sex right now?”

You grinned, tugging him closer by the neck. “I want you to kiss me. But, just kiss me. No trying to cop a feel.” You heard him groan, pecking his lips. “Come on, Stu. Just make out with me for a bit. I read online that this sort of thing is supposed to be super hot and can bring us close together.”

Stuart cocked his head, quirking an eyebrow. “Are… are you reading things online to spice up our sex life?”

You played with the hairs on his neck, burying your head in his neck to breath in his cologne. “Just thought we could try something new. Sex is always good with you but it’s so rare for us, we need to keep it special.”

He smiled, leaning in to give you a slow, sensual kiss. His lips moved against yours slowly, placing open mouth kisses to your lips. His head tilted to the side, allowing him better access to mesh your lips with his. He would carefully envelope your lips with his, the soft feeling leaving yours seconds later. He would quickly delve into another kiss, occasionally tugging your lip with his teeth. Your hands threaded through his hair, his hands planted firmly on your waist. They held tightly, trying to refrain from running over your skin-tight dress.

You spent a few minutes just sitting on the couch, gently kissing each other. You were surprised he stayed true to not feeling around, but you were glad he did. You never got to have this kind of passionate moment with Stuart. Ever since you had agreed to go out with him, life was quick, leaving you little time to enjoy things like this. You cherished the rare times you got with him in your busy schedules, but this was the cherry on top of everything.

His tongue darted out to lick at your lips, a small moan escaping against his lips. He pulled back, licking his lips. “Please, baby? Can I French kiss you?” You giggled, pulling him down for a kiss. He placed a heated kiss to your lips, his tongue slipping through the crack in your lips. He massaged your tongue, the two wrestling against each other playfully. You shifted against him without breaking the kiss, propping yourself on your knees next to him, your hands pressing against his chest. His hands cupped your cheeks, the kiss growing more heated and deeper in those slight movements.

He broke the kiss, his lips traveling down your jaw to your neck, sucking at it harshly. Normally he wouldn’t do that, afraid to leave marks that people would question, but right now, neither of you cared. You were in the moment and a hickey was the last of your worries. He began laying you back on the couch, your arms reaching above your head, Stuart kissing down your collarbone. Unfortunately for you, your hand knocked the open bottle of Gatorade you had left on the table before the party, the blue liquid pouring over your head. You let out a squeal at the sudden liquid on your body, jumping up. Of course, it was your luck that the bottle got knocked up at well, spilling the remainder of the liquid on Stuart’s head.

Stuart started laughing, resting his head against your shoulder, his hair wet and sticky. “How the fuck did that just happen?” He asked, feeling you shrug, your wet body shivering slightly. “How about we get you a shower then? Get you warmed up. You’re soaked to the bone,” he chuckled, seeing the glare on your face.

He got off the couch, throwing you over his shoulder easily. “Stuart Twombly! Put me down right this instance!” You banged on his back, Stuart making no effort to drop you. “Fine. At least I get to see this fine thing,” you told him, smacking his ass.

“You forget,” he started, pushing your dress up to smack your ass loudly, “Where yours is baby.” You grumbled at him, Stuart clicking on the light in the bathroom. He carefully put you on the sink, turning on the shower so it could heat up. He turned back to you, leisurely helping lift the tight, wet material from your skin. His warm fingers brushed against your bare sides as the dress was pulled up over your head, Stuart discarding it in the corner. His eyes locked on the strapless, lace black bra you wore with a matching thong. “Damn, baby. You must have been planning to come back if you wore that.”

You grinned, pecking his lips. “I told you. You’ve been on my mind all day. I contemplated masturbating before the party, but it’s never the same.” Stuart smiled, kissing your cheek before turning to leave. You frowned, grabbing ahold of his shirt. “Where are you going?”

He glanced back at you, his face cutely confused. “Letting you shower?”

You bit your lip, staring at him. “Join me? You got wet too and should get cleaned up,” you mumbled, never removing your eyes from him. He chuckled, unbuttoning his shirt and tossing it with your dress. You gazed at his toned chest, eyes trailing over his flexing muscles in his arms and the patches of hair on his chest and stomach. Stuart just smirked, kicking off his jeans and boxers and jumping in the shower.

“You coming, baby?” He called out through the steam, missing your low moan. You unhooked your bra, tossing it away randomly as you jumped off the counter, slipping free of the thong. You poked your head in the shower, Stuart's back to you as he scrubbed at his hair under the running water. You gingerly stepped in, making no noise, wrapping your arms around him, chest against his back. “Well, there you are.”

He turned in your arms, tugging you under the water. You clung to him, feeling his hands run through your hair to clean off the sugary drink. You placed kisses on his chest, feeling a certain member down below twitch against your leg when you did. He felt you grinning against him, placing a kiss to your forehead.

“Stuart, this is nice,” you murmur, Stuart looking down at you. “We don’t normally take time to be… passionate like this. It’s been nice for once. Kind of romantic, don’t you think?” You look up at him with a large smile, Stuart smiling in return.

He didn’t answer with words, leaning down to kiss you. It was slow like before, his mouth meshing with yours in hot, open mouth kisses. Your nails raked against his chest, pressing yourself hard against him. The water dripped down your bodies, adding to the heat that was building up inside of you.

Stuart broke the kiss, kisses trailing down your neck to your chest. His lips tenderly wrapped around your nipple, placing soft kisses to the tender bug. He gently tugged at it with his lips, his tongue running over it. His tongue circled the bug, flicking it occasionally. His hand grabbed the other one in between his fingers, pinching the nipple. Your head fell back, fingers tangling in his hair, moaning loudly. Stuart swapped breasts, repeating his actions when he did.

He pulled away with a pop, running his tongue along the valley of your breasts back to your lips, kissing you forcefully. “I’m sorry, baby. I’ve tried to stay calm and be romantic like you said I was. I wanted to make you happy by doing what you want.” He kissed you again, the kissing harder and sloppier. “But, I fucking need to be inside of you. I’ve waited as long as I could, but you’re so sexy and I love you so much. I need you.”

He picked you up abruptly, aligning himself with your pussy. You moaned, feeling him slide inside easily, the water from the shower and your already wet pussy aiding his cock. Your arms wrapped around his neck, your back hitting the shower wall. Stuart held your thighs, your legs winding around his waist in a tight hold. His hips shifted into yours, his cock sliding out and back in deeply. You quietly mewled at the feeling, his thrusts getting faster and deeper.

“Fuck, I forgot how good you feel,” he panted, using one hand to brace himself on the wall. “It’s been so long, Y/N. Your pussy is so much better than my hand. Only you can make me feel this good.”

You cracked your eyes open at him, placing a sloppy kiss to his lips. “You’ve broken records today. First, you’re hella romantic, now you sound hella dirty. Have you always been this dirty? You’re normally quiet when we fuck, popping off sarcastic remarks now and again. You’ve never talked dirty to me.”

He looked up, halting his movements, reaching over to turn off the shower. “You want me to be dirty? Baby, I can be dirty. You’ve seen nothing yet.” He pushed off the wall, holding you against him as he climbed from the shower, heading for your room. You left a trail of water through your hallway, Stuart’s cock still throbbing inside of you. He kicked the door open, dropping you on the bed. You whined at the empty feeling you felt when he left your pussy, Stuart grinned as he stroked his cock. “God, there are so many things I want to do to you.”

You whimpered, Stuart leaning over you to kiss down your body. “God, do you know how many things I’ve wanted to do to you?” He whispered, stopping once he got to your pussy. “I’ve always wanted to cum on your tits. To fuck you doggy style since we’ve never done that. To have you ride my face.” He licked a stripe up your pussy, hearing you moan. “To have you call me daddy while I fuck you into next week. To leave you unable to walk.”

You grumbled, wrapping your legs around his head, shoving his face into your pussy. “Less talking, more doing then.” He complied silently, his tongue delving deep into your pussy. Your head fell back into the pillows, your back arching off the bed. His tongue was always magic, but this was more intense than normal. He was swirling his tongue around, lapping at the juices that were constantly leaking from your core. The tip rubbed against your walls, finding every sensitive spot he knew you had.

He pulled away, two fingers replacing his tongue, thrusting into your pussy at lightning speed. His lips wrapped around your clit, sucking at it harshly, tongue flicking against the engorged bud relentlessly. You moaned loudly, Stuart pressing his tongue to your clit, fingers curling inside of you. The tips of his fingers pressed to your g-spot, prodding at it with everything he had and shoved them deep inside of you. The coil in your stomach was unwinding quickly, your body shaking uncontrollably.

“Stu, baby. I’m going to cum.” At your words, his fingers pulled free of your walls, his lips placing a quick kiss to your clit before he sat up, licking his fingers clean. Your mouth fell open, staring at your secret boyfriend. “Did you… did you just deny me my orgasm?”

He grinned, rolling you over so you were on top. “You should ride daddy’s face while you cum. Because that sounds so hot.” You blushed at his words, hearing him call himself daddy. Your heart rate picked up, your core aching at his words.

“Ok, I never thought calling you daddy would actually turn me on,” you mumbled, shimmying up his body until your pussy was directly over his face. You looked down at him, meeting his dark brown, lust-filled eyes. “But it did. So, will you let me cum now, daddy?”

His hands met your waist, pulling you down until his lips met your clit, his tongue darting out to lick it rapidly. You squealed at the feeling, leaning your hands on the headboard to keep upright. Your fingers curled against the wood, Stuart’s tongue licking long stripes through your folds. Occasionally he would blow cool air over your pussy and clit, shivers running up your spine. His lips would wrap around your clit in sucking kisses, his tongue dipping into your wet pussy whenever it passed by.

Stuart snaked one hand under you, two fingers sliding into your pussy when he attached his lips firmly to your clit, spelling his name slowly on the engorged bud. He thrust his fingers into you slowly, scissoring them as he moved. The feeling was different than anything you’ve ever felt, your body shaking violently on top of him.

You used one hand to support yourself on the headboard, using the other to massage your breasts while he finger-fucked you. His eyes cracked open when your moans got louder, your panting increasing. He broke from his attack on your clit to watch you fondle yourself, his fingers roughly pressing into you. “Fuck, baby. That’s hot. Are you picturing my hands caressing your tits? My lips around your nipples?” You nodded, head falling back to moan his name.  

“Oh fuck, daddy. I don’t know how long I’m going to last,” you whined, Stuarts fingers speeding up. He turned his attention back to your clit, his teeth nipping at the bud, a loud scream ripping from your throat. You could feel him groan against you, curling his fingers into your sensitive walls. You felt the coil in your stomach unwinding like before, your body convulsing. “Oh god. I’m cumming, daddy!”

Waves of pleasure rolled through your body, Stuart replacing his fingers with his mouth before your fluids leaked from your pussy. His tongue shoved its way into you, massaging your walls as you came, your juices spilling onto his taste buds. He happily lapped at your juices, swallowed every drop you had.

You crawled off him carefully, hearing him sigh contently. “God, you taste as good as I remember,” he mumbled to himself, though you heard him clearly. You grinned, your hand reaching over to wrap around his stiff cock. His head turned to you, raising an eyebrow. “And what do you think you’re doing?”

You smiled at him, adjusting your position until you were nestled between his legs, grasping him tightly. He let out a short breath, propping himself up on his elbows to watch you. He saw your eyes shift to his cock before returning his gaze, silently telling him what you were planning. When he didn’t protest, you began stroking his cock, your mouth wrapping around the tip. You ran your tongue over the swollen tip, tasting the precum that was leaking from it. You hummed happily, vibrating his cock.

“Fuck, baby. You like to torture daddy, huh?” His fingers tangled in your hair, laying back in the pillows with his eyes closed. You smiled against him, beginning to bob your head along his length, pumping what couldn’t fit in your mouth with your hand. Your nose buried in the dark curly hairs at the base of his cock, swirling your tongue around his length. Your cheeks hollowed out, the feeling around his cock growing tighter. “God, that feels so good. You always know how to please me baby,” he murmured.

Your tongue ran along the pulsing vein on the underside of his cock, faintly hearing Stuart moan your name during the action. The noise he made filled you with additional adrenaline, bobbing your head faster. He moaned louder, tightening his hold on your hair. He used it as leverage to guide your movements, his hips jerking up to meet your movements. His tip hit the back of your throat, your eyes watering slightly to avoid gagging. You pushed yourself to deepthroat him further, Stuart’s cock twitching against your cheeks sporadically.

“Fuck baby. I’m going to cum soon,” he grumbled, your lips pulling back to suck his tip. When your lips pulled away completely, his eyes snapped open, looking up at you. You were sitting back on your knees, licking your lips, a smirk present on your cheeks. “Oh. Touché, babe. I see what you did there.”

You giggled, sliding back on the bed. He watched you lean forward, your chest against his groin. He propped himself up on his elbows, watching you wrap your breasts around his cock, rubbing them against him. He groaned, thrusts his hips in motion with you, steadily speeding up. You pushed your breasts together, hugging his cock between them. You moaned at the feeling of him pumping between them, Stuart moaning in return. Your lips wrapped around the tip, harshly sucking at it and running your tongue along the slit.

“Fuck,” he mumbled, his body growing warm. “I’m not going to last long.” You pushed your breasts together at his comment, rocking your body to jerk him quickly. “Shit!” Stuart yelled out, his head falling back. His seed shot from the tip in spurts, filling your cheeks and sliding down your throat. It was salty, but sweet, and you enjoyed the taste more than you thought you would. You gripped him with your hand, pumping him to milk the last drops of his cum.

Stuart was panting heavily, watching you through his lashes as you licked your lips clean of his seed. You crawled up his body, fingers tangling in his hair as you kissed him fiercely. Stuart returned the kiss without hesitation, rolling you over until your back was pressed against the bed.

His cock buried itself in your pussy while he kissed you, swallowing your moan with his lips. His hips pressed forcibly into yours, his cock bottoming out before he dared move. You broke the kiss, lips nearly atop each other, moans escaping both of your mouths at the same time. He pulled out slowly, slamming his way back into you quickly, his speed instantly at one hundred percent. He was pounding you into the mattress from the get go, and you were enjoying every second of it.

His cock never stopped moving, vehemently thrusting into you. It brushed against your sensitive walls, causing them to clench around him tightly. He trailed his kisses down your neck, sucking countless marks along the way. His lips wrapped around your nipple, your back arching into him from the mixture of his assault on your breasts and his restless thrusting. He sucked at your nipple, tugging at it with both his lips and his teeth. You moaned loudly, your mind blanking on what was happening.

Stuart pulled away with a pop, gripping your thigh tightly. He shifted it over his shoulder, the angle causing your body to shake violently. He was reaching new depths with his endless thrusting, easily prodding at your g-spot every time he shoved his cock deep inside of you. The sound of slapping skin filled the room, Stuart panting and sweating from his movements.

“You’re so tight, baby,” he murmured, licking between your breasts. He leaned back slightly, his thrusts becoming faster and more powerful. Each thrust caused you to scream out loud, your breasts bouncing freely with his thrusts. Stuart’s eye locked on them, watching them jiggle with his motions, his mouth watering. “You have the best tits. Fuck.”

He leaned forward again, supporting himself with one hand. His other hand wrapped around your neck, squeezing it gently. It wasn’t enough to constrict your breathing, but there was something about the action that turned you on. Your stomach churned with desire, your body heating up dramatically. Waves of pleasure rolled through your body, your pussy dripping with arousal around Stuart’s giant cock. He would tighten his hold on your neck occasionally, hearing you whimper at the act.

His cock twitched inside of you, pressing into your walls repeatedly. The knot inside of you was unraveling. One squeeze of the neck was all it took for your juices to splatter your walls around him, soaking his cock completely. Your body quaked, turning into a moaning, jumbled mess. Your back arched off the bed, toes curling into Stuart’s shoulder. Your leg wrapped around his waist, tugging him closer, his cock buried to the hilt. He jostled his hips, unconsciously rubbing against your clit as he did, escalating your orgasm.

“Fuck! Daddy!” You screamed loudly, walls completely closing, your fluids pouring from inside of you in endless waterfalls. Stuart groaned happily, the tip of his cock tapping your cervix as he buried himself deep. He twitched uncontrollably, feeling your juices on his cock, the warmth of your pussy enveloping him. He let out a grunt, spewing his seed into your womb, his juices mixing with yours.

He pulled out of you, rubbing himself in his hand, giving you a chance to catch your breath. You were pulled up by the arms into a rough kiss, Stuart’s cock still proudly erect. “Ready for another round, baby?” He whispered in your ear, nipping at your earlobe.

“God, where did this stamina come from?” You joked, Stuart backing away to give you a dull look. “Aw, don’t be mad, daddy. What can your baby do this time for you?” You leaned forward, your chest pressing against his. He grumbled, muttering incoherent things. “Well, you must be done if you can’t decide.”

You were spun around, Stuart pressing against your back until you were on your hands and knees in front of him. His cock pressed against your core, your pussy already growing moist at the feeling. His hand ran over your ass, groping it between his fingers.

“You’re being a naughty girl, Y/N. I think someone needs to be punished,” He stated, smacking your ass hard. You squealed loudly, your hands grabbing at the blankets around you. Another smack was heard, echoing through the room. Your ass was beginning to sting from the impact, but it was also filling you with intense desire. Pleasure was filling your veins with each smack, tears prickling the corners of your eyes from the painful stinging, filthy moans slipping from your lips.

When he smacked your ass for the tenth time, he gently rubbed the bright red skin, caressing it carefully. You looked over your shoulder at him, licking your lips. “I learned my lesson, daddy. Now, will you please fuck me from behind?” Stuart groaned, his cock sliding inside before he could produce words. Your face buried into the bed, biting your lip. “Shit, that feels amazing. You’re so big, Stu.”

His hand met your ass, a squeak coming out of your mouth. “It’s daddy, baby.” His hips pushed forward, snapping against yours in rapid, hard thrusts. Your moans were muffled by the mattress and blankets, listening to skin slapping against each other, feeling his balls smacking against you whenever he pushed in.

His hand reached out, threading in your hair, tugging back on it slightly. Your face was pulled away from the bed, your moans bouncing off the walls instantly. “That’s it, baby,” he panted. “Let everyone hear your moans. Let everyone know who you love. Whose cock you love. Whose girlfriend you are.” He tugged at your hair again, a pool of desire filling inside of you.

He thrust into you at an ungodly speed, your walls contracting around him in intervals. They contracted more often the harder and longer he thrust into you, his fingers never leaving your hair. His cock repeatedly poked your g-spot, hitting your cervix every time he thrust inside of you. You moaned, feeling the pool overflowing inside of you. He bottomed out with his thrusts, filling you to the brim with his large, pulsating cock. It pushed against your walls, your juices flowing around him quickly. Your eyesight went dark, your eyes slightly rolling back as your orgasm hit intensely, your body collapsing onto the bed. You convulsed, Stuart’s thrusts slowing to ride out your high. He moaned at the warm feeling around him, your juices coating his cock.

He pulled from you, his hand wrapping around the base of his cock. He stroked it gently, making a move to get off the bed. “No,” you muttered, catching Stuart’s attention. You got up shakily, turning towards Stuart. He watched you with wary eyes, trying to figure out what you were doing.

“It’s fine, baby,” he uttered lowly. “I can just jack off. You’re worn out already.” You shook your head, pushing his hand away from his cock, taking it in your own.

“You said you wanted to cum on my tits, Stu,” you told him, dropping the whole ‘daddy’ aspect. “So, let me fulfill your desire.” He watched you closely, grunting when your mouth wrapped around his cock completely, bobbing along his length quickly.

“Shit, babe. This is even better than before,” he muttered, resting his hand on the back of your head. You tasted yourself on his cock, your tongue swirling around his length to taste everything. A bit of cum leaked from his tip, the sweet salty liquid making your mouth water. Stuart was already twitching and pulsing against your cheeks, his head falling back.

“Fuck baby,” he panted, feeling something starting to snap inside him. “I’m cumming now.” You pulled away, pumping him with your hand quickly. He moaned your name, hot white streams of cum shooting from his tip, landing on your face and chest, and landing on your tongue when you opened your mouth. You stroked his cock until he had nothing else to release, swallowing the bits that landed on your tongue. Stuart panted, staring down at you, covered in his cum. “That’s… kind of hot.”

You giggled, crawling off the bed slowly, waddling towards the bathroom. Your body was sore, but you were in complete bliss. You grabbed a towel, cleaning off the juices you were wearing. When you came back out, Stuart was laying back on the bed, under the covers already, staring at his phone. You crawled into the bed with him, curling up on his chest.

“That was probably the best sex we’ve ever had, Stu,” you told him, looking up to give him a kiss. “I miss you so much, baby. I love you.” He grinned, placing a slow, chaste kiss to your lips.

“Back at you, baby. You were a beast tonight.” He nuzzled into your hair, placing a kiss to the top of your head. “I love you so much, Y/N.”

You notice him look back at his phone, turning to grab yours from the side table, right where Stuart always put it. You figured he grabbed it when he went to grab his. You glanced at your messages, seeing dozens of texts from your team. The one that caught your eye the most was one from Ann.

[11:21 PM: Ann Bby] I saw you and Stuart disappear one after another. I should have known you two were secretly together. You guys are cute.

You blushed, looking up at Stuart. “Ann saw us leave together. She said she knows we are together.” Stuart nodded, handing you his phone. You scanned his texts, everyone on his team making comments about him leaving with you. They even sent him pictures of when we were dancing at the party. “I guess there’s no much point in keeping it secret now.”

He ran his hand through your hair, taking his phone back. “Well, maybe it’s a good thing we do. We’ve been dating for over a year without a single word to anyone. Maybe now we will get some more time together.” He noticed your eyes drooping slowly, kissing your head. “We’ll talk about it in the morning. For now, sleep. And remember this as you fall asleep.” He nuzzled his face with yours, kissing your cheek. “I love you.”

You smiled, snuggling into him. You fell asleep quickly, muttering a quick ‘I love you’ back to him. Stuart smiled, relaxing into the bed, reminiscing about the night you had shared before he fell asleep with you.

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