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delugguk · 1 year

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Only Mine, Nobody Else's.

pair: jungkook x reader.

genre: stablished relationship, smut, fluff.

word count: 5.4K

warnings: unprotected sex.

summary: there's you, who finds little things like eating perilla leafs as normal. then there's him,who finds such topics as horrendous. for him, this type of convos shouldn't even exist. so who'll win this battle? it's better to find out, now.

a/n: hellooooo here's the alternative version of THIS. finally!! I wrote this the same day I published the first drabble but never got to finish it until now, so I hope you enjoy this hehe. I really love them ㅠㅠ but I'll shut up now and enjoy their cute dynamics 😩 I'm sorry I took toooooo long to post but my irl schedule is kinda ass :( LET ME KNOW YALL REACTIONS!! I do appreciate it 👉🏼👈🏼🥺

everything can happen during dinner but.. let me explain, okay?

when you start a topic.. normally, your smart and super interesting boyfriend rambles around until he can't stop his pretty mouth from moving - not that you complained though, you adore listening to him.

but as interesting as it could be, there was some nights were each topic jumped from fun conversations to.. sudden serious ones.

like tonight.

A new trend has seemed to flow around socials making everyone have these interesting conversations that.. you're not really sure if you vibe with them to be honest - but it is what it is as soon as seho, jungkook's best friend, brings this topic to the table.

and yep, you wanted to chop his balls right in that moment.

you could swear you were having a good time until that moment came. you and jungkook were oblivious to the matter for some reason so when you're having dinner with your friends, this sudden theme really got you out off guard because you just knew how jungkook was gonna get.

"so what is it about?" jungkook asked and now that you think about it, you wished he could just.. not pay attention but.. oh well.

"well, it's basically a question about.. you letting somebody else help your girlfriend separate her perilla leaf-"

"hell nah." jungkook cuts him out of his sentence.

damn.

"wait.." seho's chuckles, "you didn't even let me finish and you're already prohibiting that from happening." finding the situation funny.

you only ironically rolled your eyes with an ironic smile too.

"you make questions knowing well the way he is.." you say but it wasn't annoying.

"what's love if there's not a little spice to it?" he laughs. oh you hated him.

not really. but you know what I mean.

jungkook's just listening until he began to speak with a cocky grin. "do you really think I'll let y/n get feed by another man?" a small scoff of a laugh leaving his mouth, "yeah sure." as he brushes his hair back with both hands.

just laying back on his sofa, casually looking so fine. but this wasn't the time to think about that.

"It doesn't necessarily have to be a man, you know? It's just any other friend." says yoongi.

"whatever, I don't care. I wont allow it."

you chuckle. "mm.. why not?" sounding more curious, but you really wanted to know why he is so against it. "I don't see nothing wrong about sharing food?"

"not this way??"

"exactly?" seho's following just after jungkook.

"you, shut up." you point at seho. - now looking back at jungkook, "what do you mean 'this way'?"

"mm.. babe, this isn't just something you can share, you know?"

"but.. why not?"

both him and seho sigh. but just before they could talk, luckily, the theme dies as soon as yoongi successfully changes the topic to some stupid funny video he saw these days.

the fact that seho knows about jungkook's possessive/jealous behaviours makes this worst. they're like best friends, for god's sake.

after that little moment, not even a single wrinkle of happiness painted on your boyfriend's face but a slight eyebrow furrowing instead and it's just that his reaction to the matter was... priceless.

jungkook had so much to say but so little to think.. completely blinded by the thought of someone feeding his girl, this obviously wasn't going to end here.

..and you both knew it.

when you arrive to your apartment, jungkook didn't wasted any time to continue your conversation and it's just that.. he was so predictable sometimes, or maybe you knew him too well.

"what did you meant about that?" his voice sounds genuinely curious when he closes the door behind you.

"about.. what?" taking off your jacket as you respond, he smacks his lips in annoyance.

"you know what I'm talking aboutㅡ bam, hi" voice suddenly changing into a whisper-y cute tone when he kneels down to kiss his son.

"..hm?" and as he gets up, he takes your hand leading into the living room.

he seats first. tattooed hand giving little soft but strong palms at the other side of the sofa when he motions you to seat beside him.

when you cross your legs, you give yourself just the perfect enough space between him and you just so you don’t get any other contact with his dangerous body 'cause right now this wasn't your sweet, sweet boyfriend at his best. - not that he’ll do something bad to you, but because you were very weak when it came to having him close..

"are we.. really having this conversation?”

blinking many times as if it wasn't obvious, "uh.. yeah??" he answers.

you sigh. "okay." pausing, "shoot."

"do you really not care?"

"about what? food?"

he glances at you.

you exhale. "It's not that I don't care. It's more of me.. thinking it's not that serious."

his mouth drops into a little gasp. "how isn't it that serious? my friend could easily be feeding you.. you."

"so?"

"so???" he feels so offended. "are you really-"

"no, okay, wait. I do care about that. I dont agree about them feeding me. I don't like that either.. what the hell." you confirm because you realize. "what I'm trying to say is, they won't be feeding me."

"how?"

"because they will just help me separate the leafs, silly. they don't necessarily have to give them in my mouth?"

"but most people do. unconsciously."

"you do?"

"yes. and I think you can tell. I always do it with you."

"but that's because we're dating.."

"it's because I like you. romantically, silly." he flicks your head, making you blink.

"of course, so that makes sense!" you say. "I don't think a random friend will-- wait, friends can also do it if they like you.. as a friend?"

"uh-uh” he nods his head. “that doesn't exist when it comes to this food."

"what's so different about this?"

"you really don't know, huh?"

nodding your head, you shrink your shoulders as you keep silent for a few seconds and he crosses both his arms looking at you with narrowed eyes.

“what?” you playfully exclaimed as you’re also confused but jungkook just pushes his hair back once again, taking a big breather followed with an exhale. “babe," you continue, hands cupping his face. “tell me.” as your face gets closer, eyes trying to read his.

"they could touch your lips with the tip of his fingers." he says. big pupils staring at your lips when he’s soon piercing your gaze.

you do notice. butterflies in your stomach, god.

“no, they won't."

"yes they will and I can't let that happen."

you sigh. "babe, is not that big of a deal. you act as if that will make me fall in love with them.” then you pause to say, "which, it would never happen, by the way."

"but you could."

"no, I won't." you affirm.

"yes? you would." but he keeps being stubborn..

"no? I wouldn't?"

you both pause staring at each other and you roll your eyes.

"I still stand with what I said during dinner though." leaning back on his seat, you’re not longer cupping his face.

"honey, me helping your friend or my friend isn't going to change anything."

"you never know.."

"I think you should stop watching too many dramas. their messing with your little head." you playfully say while softly pulling one of his hair strings.

but he rolls his eyes. "how can you say that?" starting his funny drama. "those things definitely doesn't affect the way I think.." he pauses. "but If that was the case, then they'll be totally right because If it happens in dramas it could happen in real life."

"You're delusional.."

"No I'm not?"

"..and you want me to take you seriously?”

“babe.” jungkook warns, voice sharp.

“okay, okay..” you side smile. “I get it.”

“can you listen to me?”

"always."

"you can't.. you can't still do it for him or anybody that isn't me." he’s serious but his voice is so endearing..

taking a deep breath, you rest one hand against your cheek when you look directly into his eyes. "why though?"

"because I say so."

"mm… that still don’t help."

"yeah, it does."

"you can't just give me that answer as your reason why?"

"just did."

you lightly punch his shoulder. "jungkook!"

he laughs.

“you’re being childish right now.” you fake cry.

"okay, okay.." breathing, he goes back to being serious. "either way you still can't help."

rolling your eyes for the 281 time, you annoyingly respond with, "are you going to keep saying that?" pausing. "like is this about you thinking that's how I'll end up falling in love with somebody else? or… what?”

"mm.. yeah?" he's sarcastic. "Isn't it obvious?"

"how is it obvious?" you frown your eyebrows.

"because he'll give you one perilla leaf and you know how.. when somebody can't separate them, sometimes there's have to be another person to help, right?" he breathes as you nod. "well.. that person is, of course, you!" he argues, "and that could make you end up holding hands with him!”

"I- what?" he's unbelievable.

“as soon as I blink!" he continues - pointing at his eyes. "he has already taking you away from me!"

your reaction is.. well, you don’t even know how to react as he says all of this. only thing that could leave your mouth was, "jungkook.. you can't be serious now.."

"well I am?" he’s all pouty and annoying but you needed to make him understand your point of view and that’s all you think when his hands are lightly hitting his own thighs in frustration.

"well, that's ridiculous." now you’re the one leaning back into your side of the sofa.

"It is not?!"

"It is, and it doesn't even makes sense. I won't hold somebody's hand just because they helped me?" you blink several times as something that’s so obvious.

"but- how can you say that? this does makes sense and it can totally happen!"

then pausing, you decide to tease him instead even though you’re still serious. “are you, perhaps.. talking by experience? ..and that's why you're saying this to me?"

"no!” hands brushing his own face in frustration. "that's not why I'm saying this."

"then why you get so mad about it? It doesn't make sense to me. explain how it works because I do not understand and believe me when I say I'm having a hard time trying to." giving up, you give him a good opportunity to make you understand his point of view in full detail but that’s only if he want it though. you weren’t going to force him to do anything.

he was clear of it.

as soon as you said that, jungkook takes a short time of silence to think. rubbing his chin, rubbing his face.. you can clearly see he's really making up his mind for the way he keeps zooming out into his complex mind.

that could be pretty sometimes.

"let’s say.." he quickly nibbles his lip ring as his dimples slightly pronounce more and that's when you confirm for the second time that he wants to make this right. "..you have a friend, a girl friend.” you nod as he speaks. “and she needs help to separate all of her perilla leafs.."

"Aha.." you slowly nod your head.

"would you like it if I help? It'll take a lot of time.." his eyes feel so heavy looking at yours like he really wants you to say what he think is the right answer..

"..yes?"

but your answer is still very.. unbothered and that makes jungkook open his mouth with both hands on his head in a dramatic manner.

"yes???" he’s back to being exalted. “that’s really your answer?” he chuckles but it’s not even a friendly one. more of a sarcastic one.

“I mean.. what do you want me to say?! I just think it’s normal?”

“n-normal?” and there’s that sarcastic grin all over again. “why.”

"because.. it's just food?"

he covers his face in disbelief. "but I'm the one giving it to them.." he pauses. "Isn't it like if I was deeply caring for them? that's why it's wrong! It can look bad."

"not for me.." you look around.

he sighs for the 10th time smacking his lips as he reveals, "babe, you can't help others with perilla leafs because it'll look like you have second intentions with them."

"who said that?" now you're the one rolling your eyes.

jungkook sighs, rubbing his eyes. "it’s something to flirt about.”

“flirt?”

“yeah." he leans his body a little closer to yours, staring at your eyes almost intensely. you felt tension. not a bad one necessarily.

"have you done that?" genuine question.

"no!" he whines with the same pout on his lips. "why do you keep asking me this?”

“genuinely curious.. and you’re saying a lot of things.” you say.

he rolls his eyes. “I know a lot of people that do it..”

“how?”

"well.." he takes one of your hands to caress it while he speaks, "you know how hard they are to separate, right?"

"yeah..?"

"you normally will have to lean closer to that person in order to do so." he pauses. eyes piercing at yours when his voice goes two tones down. "people like closeness."

you nervously clear your throat. "ah.. yeah," immediately changing the direction this was taking— "so.. imagine we're eating on a cute restaurant-“ you fix your posture and jungkook only grins to himself. he has made you feel nervous.

he liked that.

“…with a friend, it doesn't matter if it's a woman or man” he nods, paying attention to your words. “and I can't help like you said.."

“aha..?”

“if I’m minding my business in that situation but my friend needs help, does that mean you’ll be the one helping them?”

"of course not." tone? annoyed and very serious.

"why not?"

"because I don't care if it's a woman or man, I shouldn't be helping anybody that isn't you. MY girlfriend."

that kinda made your stomach flip, let's not lie here.

"but then who'll help them eat?"

"nobody."

"jungkook!" you call him out.

but all he does is shrink his broad shoulders. “what? It's easy! nobody helps them! don't they have arms of their own?" he annoyingly responds.

"but that's so ass. it's not like you're giving them food directly into their mouth?!"

"..and? I still don't care! If I say you shouldn't then you shouldn't."

you raise your eyebrows. “okay boss?”

jungkook exhales, “I'm not saying that. but.. it’s just what's obvious? I can't help either and we're dating."

"..and you're possesive."

"I'm not possessive.

"yes, you are."

"okay, maybe a little but I'm not most of the time."

and that makes you laugh for sure. “see how you shamelessly lie to yourself, gosh.”

now he’s the one raising his eyebrows. “lie? do you want to know what’s a real lie?” he questions.

“yes.” you sarcastically smile.

“the fact that I don’t want to fuck for your stupid answers and the way that I hate how my solution to this has to be to fuck you silly.” then he whispers to himself, “fuck.” really wanting that to happen.

you were frozen, didn’t expected him to say all that. he’s surely crazy too because why did he had to say it while having that nasty smile on his face? why.

“then why don’t you act on it?” you tease back.

“because that’s a “lie”. he smirks, “told you I’ll say a real lie.”

“I hate you.”

“no, you don’t.” he smiles but then, goes back to the main theme. “listen to me, doing that.. I just think it’s thoughtful. like you’re clearly showing you deeply care for that person, you know?” then he pouts, “from my point of view.. we should be the only ones helping each other.. nobody else.”

you sigh. “okay.. I see what you mean. but I still think it depends on how you perceive it though.”

“fine, now you’re the one who needs to explain.” he said that with a slightly annoyed tone that made you chuckle.

“I think you keep seeing it as something romantic and that’s why you can’t accept it.”

“..and you think it’s not?”

“if I considered that to be romantic you think I’ll be reacting this way?”

“…no..”

“there’s your answer.” you smile.

"just.." he exhales. "take care of me and me only, yeah?" plastering his forehead against yours, his palms holds your cheeks ever so delicately when he says, "I will not feel comfortable if you take care of others in that manner when you have me. specially me. your boyfriend." voice so soft while pointing at himself and god, does he was really cute sometimes. "…would you like it if I took care of your friends?"

and at that question you take your time to think.

"I think it depends on the person too, jungkook.."

"why?" he responds as he is genuily curious.

"because.. Imagine if the friend we’re eating with needs help with their perilla but let’s say I’ve eaten that many times with them and everything was always fine,” jungkook nods his head as he carefully listens. “..so in this case, since they’re my friend I know them the most right?”

"yeah."

“but they’re asking for help, your help, when I know they could handle themselves just right..”

“I see where this is going..” there’s a little building smile on jungkooks lips.

“me seeing them acting dumb just so you could help them— of course that’ll make me definitely jealous.”

"you see?!" he suddenly raises his voice in excitement. "that's what I'm saying!" smiling brightly at you.

"but I'll be more mad because of you not noticing this person second intentions!" you defend yourself. "and because my friend must know I'm obviously dating you!"

"but see? you'll still get jealous, and this just meansㅡperilla leafs could lean into romance! you basically said it yourself! It's a way of flirting.." he says, looking very triumphant.

and at his reaction, you just roll your eyes smiling through it because you can't help it at this point.

"yeah..whatever!" you rapidly correct yourself in which he laughs. "all I'm saying is.. that I could only get jealous in circumstances like these because then I'll know this friend is obviously shamelessly flirting with you."

"but I wouldn't be falling in love with them." he says.

then suddenly, being caught off guard, you blink. “meaning… that you’ll help?”

"nope, I still wouldn't." he warmly says. "since I can't be comfortable with you doing it, I have to keep on my word. I can't do things that I wouldn't like someone do to me." then he adds, "and I would not fall in love with them, because I love you." he finishes saying when he plays with your fingers and his eyes tenderly lingers at yours.

"but.. you never know." voice small, you shyly say.

"no, I'm clear of it." affirming with a confident side smile. "I only have eyes for you, love." he says, gently grabbing one of your hands to leave a lingering kiss on top of it when your eyes can’t stop looking at his sweet actions. you do adored him so much..

"shit, I can't even look at other girls if it isn't you. I love you too damn much." he then chuckles when your laugh merges with his.

lovey dovey eyes staring at his.. “I love you too..”

with a smile on your lips, he mirrors your face too.

that night you both ended up fall sleep hugging each other on his big sofa. you thought you couldn’t get more comfortable than this.

the other night though..

“should I fuck you? nah… I don’t think you deserve it.”

you must’ve seen this coming. eager times always results into this. mostly when a jealous jungkook was very much present. you couldn’t believe how you were so easily lured into his words but the more you get to know and see the new sides of your boyfriend, the more you fell in love and the more you get turned on by him.

you couldn’t resist him in situations like these and it’s just that a jealous jungkook wasn’t just something you got to see everyday. he is normally pretty chill, but whenever he wasn’t.. oh boy.

…you whine with that. "Jungkook.."

"Jungkook, what? now you wanna beg?" a smug grin paints his lips.

you whine as you try to squeeze your legs.

"mm-uh." he opens your legs once again. "don't even dare to take this view away from me."

"but I'm so wet.."

"I know baby. but I can't fuck you if you keep playing around when I'm so serious." he pauses and gives you a hungry daring stare. "dead serious."

"I won't let anyone else fuck me if it isn't you."

"are you sure about that?"

"one hundred percent."

"No lies?"

"No lies."

and he smiles when a finger slides through your clit up and down teasing on it. "torturing you is like torturing me.." he sighs. "fucking wet." licking his lips. "want to eat you again."

"no," you fake cry still feeling his now, moist fingers. "fuck me. I want you to fuck me."

"is that so?"

"eunggg"

“you will have to keep waiting then.” he smirks before going down on you all over again.

"fuck, I love eating your pussy so much. always so wet and greedy for me." his voice’s raspy when he spits on it, just adding more into your dripping pussy. "I love making a mess out of you." he groans.

his tongue rapidly moves up and down as he adds a certain weight on it that makes you want to scream your lungs out. - making out with your clit, one finger slides caressing your folds very teasingly.

"jungkook.." you cry.

"what, baby?" he lowly breathes, eating your cunt still. just this time looking up at you.

when you look down the sight is just so fucking hot. your hands hold onto his hair as he gives you those puppy but very dominant eyes. he loves teasing you like this. he knows how much you love when he treats you like this.

"babe.." your hips thrust into his mouth. as you expose your neck to him.

jungkook leaves a slow kiss into your clit very sensually. "fuck.." he sighs as your arousal mixed with his saliva, dripped down your ass. your pussy pulsating and clenching like crazy. "what do you want?" voice raspy.

"fucking make me cum, babe. please" you whine, trying to touch your clit with your fingers the moment jungkook stopped eating you. - he takes his hands off you.

"not yet baby.. can't let you cum just yet." he sensually and very much needy bites his lower lip. piercing just shining. him very full of desire, just wanted to slide his hard dick along your wet folds. he wanting to feel you coating his length. make a mess out of you, make you beg for him to get fucked - to want him to destroy you. he wanted you to be left thinking about him only, to let you know how you were his and his only even though he was pretty sure he couldn't claim a person, neither you. but he still very much wanted to. he wanted you to scream you were his and his only. he wanted to have you whole. he also wanted to punish you for ever thinking about having help for someone else but him. is not like nobody could help you but why would you ask or need another person's help when he was right there? it made no fucking sense.

he could be seems as calm and collected from outside but his want and need into wanting to ruin you, begging for him until his name could be marked onto your skin were just fucking growing so much. he wished he could just have you like this forever.

"you make me fucking crazy. I shouldn't even be treating you like this. I should let your fucking pussy scream for me. be left untouched until it's begging for me to be touched." he murmurs, palming himself with one hand as his other one rest on your thight and his legs keep yours spread out enough to feel every blow of breeze as he constantly slaps his dick on your clit from time to time and the sticky sounds going in and out of his head made him want to devour you and swallow you whole. he felt feral, his point of possessiveness getting the best of him but fuck, you deserved this. he needed to show you to fucking behave and not say that stupid shit in front of him -or anyone- ever again. It shouldn't even be a topic of conversation at this point. It should be obvious too.

so that's why he's sliding his thick length along your slit and juices, hissing and cursing to himself a lot - closing his eyes every now and then because his desire into fucking your sopping pussy was getting into him.

"I fucking want you all to myselfㅡfuck." he moans. "I can't let nobody else see you like this." he then exhales, tilting his head back while closing his eyes. "only me.. fuck."

"I want to fuck you so bad but you don't deserve it." he tortures himself.

you cry and move your hips along him for more friction and it's so sticky between both your genitals, you feel so horny for him.

"why do you do this to me.." his lidded eyes gazes at you. "..hm?" he slaps one of your thighs. "you want me to fuck you stupid?" he takes both your legs, placing them at the side of his shoulders. "Is that what you want?" he pants, voice heavy and gone while he continues teasing his tip between your folds. "fffuck.. tell me - baby.. do you want me to fuck you so bad?"

"nngn yes.." you cry, feeling very hot and needy for him. your hips keep moving with tip and the feeling was so hot.. you were so wet it was an absolute mess down there. "babyㅡfuck. fuck me please.. fuck me." you beg.

"tell me how bad you want me to." he watches as his dick masturbates along your legs. he starts slow, later on hard when he's already starting moving his dick back and forth, pressing a bit hard on your pussy between your folds. "should I let you have it?" he scoff clicking his lips and a grin playing along. his legs also getting sticky with your arousal. "I don't think so.." he teases.

"baby please.." you arch your back, body distorting, nipples very much erect, your own hand squeezed your boob. shit, you wanted him so fucking bad. "I won'tㅡah. I won't do that again." you look at him with pleading doe eyes.

"do what?" he dares. eyes cloudy as he glances at his tip rubbing against your needy pulsating clitoris.

"ask stupid questions like that ever again." you moan as you try to open your legs but he keeps them close to his neck, adding more pressure to his dick. breathing hard.

"stupid, huh?" he rasps, chuckling a little about it. lidded eyes piercing at you. his tip moving a little more sensual and faster along your clitoris. He gives small slaps to it while he slides his tip.

It feels so good.

"mhmh-" you feel like crying, the pleasure only rising.

his cocky laugh resonating through your whole body.

"wish you’ve said that earlier.." he whispers. "because then I wouldn't be fucking losing my mind right now." pausing. "you're mine okay?" he says while introducing himself into your needy hole.

the moment he introduces himself, you’re squeezing him so hard he can barely fully put his dick in. "fuckㅡbaby, relax." jungkook opens his mouth into a gasp. "do you want me to cum now?" breathing heavier.

“nno.. but you feel so goood.” you swallow your words when you feel the leaks of your pussy. jungkook is the only person that has ever made you feel this horny.

“fuck.. baby.. how am I so lucky?” he said that one last thing more to himself than you.

after not taking it anymore he makes you ride him instead. “jump on me.” and you do. “fuck yeah, nice and hard baby.. so good..” as he holds your waist with his big hands.

eyes looking up and down your body it was as if he was admiring you. the woman he has in front of him. the perfect sculpture ever made, the hottest girl he has ever crossed his heart and eyes into. it was getting a lot so his natural reaction was to delicately examine each part of your body like how his hands fit so perfectly into your waist, they way your vagina swallowed him just right.. how wet you always were for him.. just the fact that you wanted him just as much as he wants you makes him crazy. the way you close your eyes with each jump or bite your lips giving him that pretty nasty look with a side fucked out smile he loves so much.. you were so sensual, he absolutely loved that.

“I love you so much.” he says before leaning your body against his just so he could start fucking you back and that made you scream.

“agh! mmfuck”

he was going sort of fast and deep just how you like it. the way you could feel his breathing against your neck made your nipples get harder but also because of the little rubs in had with his chest. you tried putting your boobs on his face which was a success so jungkook started to lick them or tried to because he was fucking you so fast now it was getting messy.

“I want to cum.” you say as you’re getting close.

“don’t cum like this.” he answers when he’s already flipping you stomach down, ass up. “let me see that pussy swallow my cum.” when he slaps your ass making you arch your back.

“fuck.”

you closed your legs and leaning your chest into the bed. this position making you hold your boyfriends dick a bit tighter.

he exhales with a ‘ho’ sound when he slaps your ass once again. “you just get better, hm baby?”

damn it he sounds so fucked out.

you felt so full you couldn’t take it anymore. “I’m gonna cum!”

“fucking do it, I can’t wait neither.”

as soon as you do he starts fucking you with paused but hard and deep thrusts. your legs were shaking, it’s like he knows exactly how to get you over it. when he cums inside you, the sight of it was what made him more crazy.

“swallowing my cum just right, huh? fuck..” he squishes your ass to the point it leaves a red stain. “how you’re still so deliciously tight….”

and without noticing, you were horny once again..

if you were going to tell everything that happened that night.. you’re sure you wouldn’t handle to finish with just a few paragraphs but you could guarantee that everything that happened was worth enough to let anybody with more than their mouth open..

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heartlyrins · 24 days

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Sooo I saw that you write for lnd 👉🏼👈🏼

Can I pretty please ask for big brother Zayne? I don't mind either being incest or stepcest you can pick

A fic would be lovely but just general headcanons of what you think big brother Zayne would be to reader would be fine too!! 🥺

- 🫧

PLAYING NURSE FOR BIG BROTHER !

˚₊‧desc— Zayne always needs a nurse at home, fortunately his little sister is there!

˚₊‧tw— dark content, incest, incest, incest, INCEST, smut, blowjob, riding, bimbo!reader, big brother!Zayne, reader is of age but very sheltered

˚₊‧a/n— My first named Anon and my first lnd ask!! Sorry I can't write a long full fic rn, I'm too busy :(

Growing up, you've always been under the care of your big brother. Once your parents died, you truly had nobody but him.

And it's not like you mind, you love your big brother! You wouldn't have wanted it any other way. Just the thought of your big brother being forced to work makes you sad the whole day.

Everytime he comes home, he says that you have to play nurse for him! That includes giving him medicine, bathing him, and giving him little kisses all over his face!

But there were times where he told you to do some.. extra tasks as a nurse. Why, of course it includes sucking his cock like a good girl.

Overtime, you realize all these 'extra tasks' seems to includes his cock one way or another. He says that it's normal for nurses to do that.

Sometimes nurses help their patient, or even their doctors! And you can't help but wonder, does all nurses do this?

"Welcome home, big brother!" you exclaim once he arrives at the front door, you help him take off his jacket and realizes he looks really tense.

You helped him to the couch, he must've been stressed at work since he isn't responding to anything you say at all!

You make a little pout before he sighs and ruffles your hair before unzipping his pants, letting his cock fly out and slaps against his stomach.

You drooled at the sight of his cock. It must've been another one of your nurse duties time! You have to help your doctor distress!

You touch the tip of his cock, testing it and seeing as he let's out a hiss at the contact of your hand. You grinned as you spit on your hand, he told you that your saliva is another medicine for his cock!

As you touch the sensitive flesh, he let's out little moans and groans when he feels your warm hands.

"D—don't. Don't tease me." He warns and takes your hands off his cock before putting the tip of it on your mouth.

"Come on, open. Don't bite unless you want to be spanked like last time." The threat hangs over your head as the memories flood in, making you widen your mouth for it to fit.

His cock is gorgeous—the tip is a pale red and it's enormous. You want to suck his cock all day long, so tasty when it slips in your mouth slowly.

You've already rid of your gag reflex long ago just so his cock can fit warmly inside your mouth. He groans and he rests his rough hand on your head, controlling your movement slowly.

He gets breathless after a few moments and pulls your warm cavern away from his dick, he pats his lap for you to climb on which you do so—excitedly.

"Ride it." The moment he says it, you lift your skirt up and pulls your panties to your ankles before positioning yourself over his cock and inserting it in.

"Feels 'sho good, big brother~" you moan out and peppers a kiss all over his face. He just lets you ride him without taking control over you, he was too stressed today.

You chase after your climax all in your own but got a bit too tired of bouncing on his lap, that's when he takes control of your movements when he notices how tired you seem.

He makes you jump on his cock, which makes you roll your eyes to the back of your skull.

"W-wah! Wait..! I'm cumming, cumming~" you moan out and bite your lip when his placid dick gets hard once again inside your cunt.

You seemed so tired after only a round of cumming and you remember that your big brother has too much stamina.

Especially when he's pent up.

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coveredinsweetpea · 8 months

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Do you think Eddie lets his girlfriend hold his dick while he pees? 🥺👉🏼👈🏼

👀 I'm only like 100% sure he does?? I wanted this to be shorter but um I got carried away?? So like 1.4k smut ahead, of the first time you ask Eddie to let you do this and a little bit of how it goes!! 18+ pls OBVI!!

"... oh yeah, mhm, I heard about that…" Eddie hummed along to his neighbors rant about whatever affair they spotted during their daily cigarette break by the window. He lied though, he hadn't heard about it before, and didn't care one bit, but it was the most polite way he could come up with in order to extract himself from the conversation as soon as he could - nod along and wait for an opportunity to mention he left something on the stove.

"... and he had no shame about it, that little rascal …" the neighbor went on. You weren't listening either, but when you squeezed Eddie's ring and pinky finger into your hand and he showed absolutely no signs of taking the hint, you knew it was time to take matters into your own hands.

Nodding along to the rest of the story, you leaned in to grab the groceries bag from Eddie's free hand, hoping the commotion would help speed up the conversation. And it did.

"Ah, you're probably busy" the neighbor said, hands clasped in front of his chest as he prepared to resume his walk, "I'll let you two do your thing, but if you want, I'd love to have you over for a coffee some time"

"Absolutely" Eddie bowed, a huge smile on his face, his enthusiasm most likely rooted in the chance to finally bolt inside. "Maybe during the weekend"

"Sure, of course, let me know. You know how retirement is…"

"Thank you for inviting us" you smiled too and then waved at the man as he said his goodbye and turned to leave.

Eddie barely managed to mumble a poor and hurried "Bye" before forcing the door open. "Fuck!" he cried, throwing his jacket on the floor, the keys on the counter and then rushed further into the trailer.

"Eddie, wait!" you dropped the bags and sprinted after him, barely managing to grab a handful of his shirt as he stepped inside the bathroom, "Eddie, I-"

"Just a second, sweetheart!" he cringed, peeling your hand off his shirt. He kissed your knuckles though and sent you an apologetic smile before disappearing behind the bathroom door.

With a deep frown and a disheartened pout, you stomped your way to where you had dropped the bags earlier, fished out one of the chocolate bars, and plopped down on the couch.

Despite furiously munching at it, you weren't even halfway done with the desert by the time Eddie walked out of the bathroom.

"Ah, fuck!" he stretched, walking over to you, "Sorry about that, I thought I was gonna piss myself for a second there. What did you wanna tell me, love?"

"Nothing" you spat and sank your teeth into the chocolate.

"Sweetheart?" his tone softened, "Is everything alright?"

"Yes"

"Can you look at me?"

"No"

He knew what this was - didn't know what it was about, but knew you well enough to be able to tell you got upset over something trivial. Whenever it was something serious, so were you, starting a conversation with him and being mature and reasonable about it. However, the less serious the matter was, the more dramatic you got. So he knew there was space to tease you. "Puppy, come on, look at me, my angel" Eddie parted your legs and kneeled between them on the floor. He grabbed your hips in his hands and leaned down to get himself in your field of view. "Sweetheart?"

"You don't love me anymore" you huffed and raised your chin. You faced the kitchen, still frowning, and refused to look at him.

"Why would you say that, baby?" Eddie pushed himself up to sit beside you. When you still refused to engage, he grabbed your chin and forced you to look at him. "Tell me what made you upset, you know I make everything better."

"You slammed the door in my face" you exaggerated, knowing damn well he didn't even fully close the door. He always did though, and you were fully aware the only reason he didn't properly shut it was because you had been still standing there. But you were upset, and that was good enough of a reason to push his buttons.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to" he played along, "Forgive me, sweetheart, I'll make it up to you. But right now, please tell me what you wanted to say earlier"

"I don't want to anymore"

"Please? If you tell me, I promise I'll do absolutely anything you want"

You raised an eyebrow. "Anything?"

"Anything!" Eddie energetically shook his head. "I promise"

"Will you let me hold your dick while you pee?"

For a second, all he was able to do was blink. "Hold my what?" he did a double take.

"Your dick, Eddie. Please" you pouted, completely unbothered by the absolute shock on his face.

It took him a second to gather himself, "And then you'll tell me?"

"This is it. This is what I wanted to ask you but you ran and then locked yourself in the bathroom"

Realization hit him like a rock and as soon as the thought settled and the information got processed, he visibly relaxed. He swung one arm around your shoulders and leaned for a kiss. "I'm sorry, baby" he spoke against your lips, "Of course you can do that. I promise, I'll let you know next time I have to go"

"Really? You don't think it's weird?"

"No, it's definitely weird" he shook his head, "But when has that ever stopped us before?"

"Ok, thank you" you giggled, suddenly nervous enough to make you hide your face into his shoulder, but not nervous enough to remain there for long, as another idea popped up in your head.

Curiously, Eddie watched you stand and hurry to the kitchen, only to burst into laughter when you returned to him with a bottle of beer in your hand. "To speed up the process" you said.

"How long until you're done with that?" Eddie popped up in the reflection of your mirror, peeking over your shoulder at the makeup you just put on.

"I think I'm done?" you frowned and turned to face him, "Why?"

"We didn't take into consideration the fact that I drank today at lunch. I can't drive us to the movies, so we'd better get going if we want to make it there on time"

"Ok, right. Yeah, I'm done here anyway, let's go" You didn't pay too much attention, just walked past him and into the hallway, making a beeline for your shoes. "What?" you questioned when Eddie grabbed your boot from your hand and then dragged you back deeper into the trailer.

"Promised you'd help me piss"

"Oh!" you exclaimed, "Yes, yes, yes! Please, let me, let me!"

"Of course, princess," Eddie laughed, guiding you into the bathroom. He undid the belt himself and hooked his thumbs around the waistband of his jeans and then pulled them down his thighs, along with his underwear.

You looked at his cock and then up at him, "Do I just grab and aim?"

"Basically" Eddie chuckled and then wrapped an arm around your shoulders when he saw you hesitate. "Don't be nervous, you literally touched my dick thousands of times before"

"Yeah, but what if I miss?"

"I don't think you will, but if you do, I'll clean it up, don't worry"

"Ok…" you mumbled but still hesitated.

"Y/n, I don't wanna pressure you or anything. I don't know what's wrong with me right now, but there's a sliiiiiight possibility that I'm gonna get real hard, real soon if you keep staring at my dick with that look on your face, so-"

"Oh, no, yeah!! Sorry!" you giggled and went straight for it. As gently as you could, probably the most carefully you had ever been with his dick, you grabbed it into your hand, angled it however your brain figured appropriate and then looked at Eddie, "Is this ok?"

"Perfect, fuck. Ok" he hissed and then let himself go.

You didn't know what exactly you were expecting, but excitement took over your body when you saw the stream coming out of his tip, a huge dumb smile on your face as you refused to look away.

Nervous all of a sudden, Eddie raised your hand a little so the stream would hit the toilet bowl and not the water - the sound was making his cheeks burn, why was he like this? Why was he hot all of a sudden?

"Can I spell my name?"

"Technically yeah-" Eddie laughed in disbelief, "But next time? I'm almost done right now"

"Can you do it?"

"Sure"

"Can I watch?"

"You're insane" he shook his head, amused - and in awe, kissing your temple as the last droplets of piss left his tip. "But of course you can"

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie x reader #p1ss k1nk #????#i think???#is this even considered p1ss k1nk?? dunno #eddie munson

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imyourbratzdoll · 1 year

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Hey sweetie 💗👉🏼👈🏼

I'm in love with your last Rick fic and wanted to ask if you could write something I've been thinking about for a few weeks now 🥺

It's getting colder outside (for me hihi) and I'm thinking about cockwarming with Rick 💗

Snow is falling down and on a run you have to hide in a little cabin with Rick. He starts a fire in the fireplace and lays with you on the couch 🥺 You notice how he gets hard from it and you have the idea with the cockwarming...Rick can't stand it for long and you let him fuck you from behind 👉🏼👈🏼

Now that I'm writing this I'm already weak 😫 I hope you like it and if so thank you in advance 💗💗💗

hey baby, I know you've had a bad day today, so I hope this helps make you feel a bit better. I loved writing this, don't hesitate to send more in!

summary - rick and the reader seek shelter as a storm hits. to warm up, the reader makes a suggestion. do you think rick went through with it?

warning - smut, cockwarming, swearing.

18+ only please, the gifs I use aren't mine, divider by @newlips

While Rick and I were scavenging for supplies, an unexpected storm approached. Rick spotted an abandoned cabin with a sigh of relief, and we set off toward the single-standing building. As we quickly approached the door, Rick placed me behind him as he slowly entered the small cabin. Checking the place to ensure we are alone.

Once we checked the place and boarded up any doors and windows, I headed over to the slightly destroyed couch, dropping my exhausted body onto the plush cushions and sagging into them. My eyes flutter closed as I wrap my jacket around my frozen form, not having the energy or strength to do anything more.

Rick’s blue eyes drag down my body before he turns to focus on the small fireplace. He piles wood into it before lighting it on fire with the pack of matches he carries with him. A shudder goes through Rick’s body as the warmth of the fire begins to set in. A choked gasp escapes him. His cock hardens and begins to strain against his jean at the sound of my soft moans leaving my lips.

My eyes flutter open, the warmth settling in and warming my cold bones. “Why’re you over there?” I pat the spot next to me, knowing Rick wouldn’t come over unless he gets confirmation, as he doesn’t want to make someone uncomfortable. “You can sit, Rick. It’s going to get colder from here, and we need to have enough warmth for when it does. May as well get comfortable while we wait this out.” I watch as he nods before slowly coming over and placing some of his things down.

The sound of the groan that leaves his lips causes arousal to pool between my legs. With the work we’ve done today and the room's warmth, my eyes begin to droop, and my head drops to the side, resting on Rick’s shoulder. “I’m so tired.”

Rick looks down at me, slowly maneuvering us. He lays behind me, pulling my small form closer to his. He holds back a groan when my ass rubs up against his bulge.

I raise a brow as I feel him harden against me. The thought of making this man hard made my core clench around nothing. “I have an idea that’ll help us stay warm if you want to hear it?” Rick hums, his eyes slowly closing as he buries his face into the back of my hair. Breathing in the vanilla and coconut shampoo and conditioner, I found, “How do you feel about cockwarming?” I arch my back slightly, causing my ass to brush up against him.

Rick’s eyes shoot open, and his hand grips my hip as his cock twitches wildly at the words that fall from my lips. “W–What? Seriously?” Rick’s hand quickly moves to his jeans, unbuckling his belt and unzipping them. He promptly pulled his throbbing member out before yanking my jeans down, tearing the pieces of fabric until my lower half was exposed. Rick draws me closer, causing a shuddering breath to escape my lips.

Rick slides his hand between my legs, cupping my soaked core as he leans forward and whispers into my ear. “This is mine. Are we clear?” Goosebumps erupt throughout me, spreading all along my shivering form. I nod, my head thrown back as I whimper a weak yes. Grinding my hips down and into his hand. “Good girl, now relax for me.”

My body relaxes, sagging against Rick’s muscular body as he lines his thick cockhead against my entrance. A choked moan escapes my lips as he pushes in. My nails dig into Rick’s hip as he bottoms out inside me, and my walls clench around the throbbing member. “Fuck, that feels good, Officer.” I take a deep breath in and out as my body adjusts to Rick’s cock. He wraps his arms around me while we lie in each other’s arms, feeling full and content.

We lay there for a while, my eyes focused on the flames dancing around in the fireplace. My eyes flutter as Rick begins to place soft kisses along my neck. His hips start to move gently as his member slides in and out of my tight walls. “C–Can I?” I quickly nod, desperately needing him to claim me as his from the inside and out.

Rick finds my hands and entwines them. He picks up his pace as he pounds into me from behind. His other hand covers my mouth, blocking the soft moans that escape from reaching outside. His raspy voice fills the room, “you feel so good, sweetheart. So good– I wish I could stay inside you forever.” Rick squeezes my hand, thrusting deep inside me as he continues to cover me in kisses.

Sweat begins to build as our bodies heat up, and soft moans and whimpers fall from my mouth as I feel Rick deep inside my cunt. The feel of him thrusting and throbbing inside me drives me insane. His grunts cause me to clench around him before I feel my end approaching rapidly. “Ri–Rick, oh! I’m so close. Please let me cum!” His grip on me tightens, his thrusts getting harsher.

“Cum, you little whore. Squeeze my fucking cock.” His jaw clenches as my walls pulsate around him, a pleasured squeal escapes me, and my back arches causing Rick’s cock to deepen inside of me. I squeeze his hand as I cum, my juices squirting out of me and all over the both of us. “Fuck! Good fucking girl!” Rick thrusts a few more times, his balls tightening and hips stuttering before he buries himself entirely inside. As he lets go, spurts of hot white cum shoot out of his mushroom tip. Filling me to the brim, causing my eyes to the back of my head.

Rick’s member softens inside of me as we both catch our breaths, his forehead resting on the back of my head before he places a soft kiss there. My heart feels warm from the gesture. Rick holds my hand as his other wraps around my small form and pulls me flush against his chest. My walls flutter around his softened cock before we slowly drift into a peaceful slumber.

thank you for reading!

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wildmelon · 1 year

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my wayhaven detectives 🔍🖤

🥺👉🏼👈🏼 i’ve been wanting to post them for a while, but i always put it off (mostly since i tweak them constantly, i’ve redone all of these portraits at least once since i first drafted this). but it’s a foggy november morning here and it put me in the mood. here are my actual children, i’m putting info about them under the cut for anyone like me who loves reading about other ppl’s mcs 😊

Elliott Moran [Felix]

Kind and thoughtful, Elliott has the disposition of an elementary school history teacher. Slightly spacey and dreamy, he’s better at connecting with people than he is holding information. On the bright side, his intuition tends to steer him right when it comes to technology, and he has a knack for fixing things. His perpetual cheerfulness quickly charmed Natalie and attracted Felix.

Elliott’s sensitivity can leave him easily hurt and drained. His care for the people around him supercedes hurt feelings, though, and he’s incapable of holding a grudge. He’s happier than he ever thought he’d be since he started dating Felix.

Waverly Green [Adam]

Waverly spent much of her youth rebelling in bids for attention from her absentee mother. Whatever her initial motivations, she maintains an innate propensity for chaos as an adult. Impulsive, sarcastic, and stubborn, Waverly isn’t always the easiest teammate, though she can turn on the charm when she wants to. (Nine times out of ten. Adam seems immune so far.) She’s always been drawn towards the catharsis of combat. Exercising is one of the only times her mind goes truly blank. She’s also fairly well versed in technology and naturally handy. Her open pessimism and incisive quips sparked a somewhat unlikely friendship with Mason.

Past her bravado lies a deeply insecure and wounded girl who feels like a chronic failure, never good enough for the people around her. (This whole situation with Adam may be touching a nerve.)

Araminta (Minty) Udo [Nat]

Naturally charming and charismatic, Araminta’s easygoing nature and popularity made her a good choice to be detective. The people of Wayhaven trust her wholeheartedly-- or at least they did before all these supernatural occurrences began cropping up. Still, her optimism and quiet self-assuredness puts the people around her at ease. She maintains a (seemingly) great relationship with her mother, has fallen head-over-heels for Natalie, and gets along particularly well with Farah.

Minty seems so well-adjusted it can be hard for people to remember she needs to be taken care of as well. Her forgiveness and patience seem inexhaustible but take a toll that sometimes makes her want to scream. Luckily, she now has Nat to worry about her feelings.

Alice Atwell [Mason]

Incredibly intelligent and deeply logical, Alice is often the voice of reason. She prides herself on her ability to keep calm in a crisis, and her levelheadedness serves her well. Being a detective seemed like the best way to put her sharp mind to good use in Wayhaven, and her sincerity has made her a trusted figure in the community. Her knowledgeability, easygoing nature, and interest in history contributed to a fast friendship with Nat. Mason, meanwhile, is attracted to her goodheartedness against his will (and knowledge).

Underneath Alice’s patient exterior lies a deep need to prove herself and receive love. She seems to have a good relationship with her mother, but Rebecca’s long absences have left her with deep-rooted fear that she’s unlovable that she tries hard to keep buried. (Good thing she’s falling for Mason, he’ll provide her with plenty of reassurance. /s. At least she’s an optimist.)

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catt-leya · 1 year

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Mistress || Rick Grimes 18+ ❣Darker❣

First of all: Some parts of that fic are bothering me but I edited it 1000 times and I honestly can't stand to read it another time so I'm sorry 👉🏼👈🏼💗

AND I think I tagged everyone who wanted to be tagged...if I forgot somebody please leave a comment and I'll write it down for my next fic 🥺💗 it wasn't on purpose I just lost track 👉🏼👈🏼💗

Ah and that gif hm? It's doing something with me...

Summary: You're Negans daughter and Rick uses you for his advantage and as his reward.

Trigger: cnc❣, spanking, dirty talk, choking, praise kink, degradation, humiliation, age difference (no minors), oral fixation and my usual smutty stuff

You try to resist the iron grip of the guy behind you, but he unblinkingly drags you to the car waiting for him and you plead, "Let go of me, please."

Undeterred, he growls, "I most certainly will not."

This morning you were assigned to a base of your group and when you arrived at the building, it was already overrun by the assholes from out of Alexandria and you were about to leave to report to Negan, when you ran straight into the broad chest of this guy who has now tied your hands behind your back and is pushing you into the passenger seat.

You have no choice but to stare angrily at the guy with the blue eyes, and as he climbs into the driver's seat, you ask, "Where are you taking me?"

Out of the corner of your eye, you see him glance at you briefly before muttering, "You'll see."

The guy starts the car and you slide around on the seat to make it more comfortable with your hands tied behind your back.

The more you look at the guy next to you, the more nervous you get. Yes, he could have killed you right there like the others, especially since you didn't even see him coming, but he didn't and you don't know if you might not be better off dead.

You bite your lower lip as you think about how you could get out of the situation, but the blue-eyed guy is much bigger than you and you doubt you would have a serious chance against him.

That's why you sigh softly and ask, "Will you at least tell me your name?"

You get a simple "no" and could hit the roof in frustration.

If only you had just said you wanted to support another base this morning or not gotten up at all.

Instead, you're sitting in a car driven by a complete stranger who is now steering the car to a group of other cars.

Frantically, you try to catch a glimpse of the people in the other cars, but the cars are so staggered that you have no way of making out more than the reflection of the trees around you.

Questioning, you look to your driver because he turns off the engine and keeps his gaze out of the window.

Confused, you lean forward to see better.

All the cars have turned off their engines and you could swear that they are all looking in the same direction.

With a furrowed brow and your body tense with curiosity, you follow Mister Nameless' gaze and then raise your eyebrows in surprise when you see a guy on the hill sneaking up behind one of your colleagues.

You'd love to scream for him to turn around, but that's when it happens.

Your colleague turns around, but by then it's too late and the guy stabs him.

You want to scream and avert your eyes, but you can't do anything but stare as the guy grabs your colleague and friend by the neck and just throws him to the ground.

He lies bleeding on the grass and the guy who did this to him lifts his chin arrogantly and says something you can't hear.

As he turns his back on your bleeding friend, you start tugging at your bonds and hiss, "No, no, no."

The guy had the balls to do this on his own and it's not until he lets go of the walker, who's tied to a post so he can pounce on your colleague, that you realize the shit you're in.

The cars are started and you look at your driver who, like everyone else, is heading towards the guy who is now coming back down the hill.

You can't take your eyes off the man who is moving towards the cars with such confidence, as if he owns the world.

He has a certain charisma that you've seen a lot with Negan, too. Except that with Negan it's often accompanied with a lot of humor and levity, and the guy in the gray shirt doesn't look like humor is his secret weapon.

With him, it looks more like he wants to rip out the throat of anyone who gets in his way with his teeth.

You can't suppress a tremor as he gets close enough to your car and his hard stare lands on you through the windshield.

Your passenger gets out and walks up to the man in gray, "Rick, the base is taken and I found the woman by accident at the very end when I was heading back to the car."

Rick?

Rick.

Of course!

So this is the leader of Alexandria that Negan told you about. You've never seen him with your own eyes because Negan never allowed you to come along when he was with them, but he said that this Rick wasn't sane.

In fact, you saw respect in Negan's eyes when he spoke of Rick, which doesn't make you loosen up now, especially since Rick now asks in a low voice, "Then why is she still breathing?"

Panicked, you try to loosen the restraints one more time.

"Take a good look at her. Don't you notice anything?"

Your driver nods in your direction and when Rick looks back into your face through the glass, you are frozen.

The restraints are forgotten and you can't stop looking into his beautiful blue eyes.

Sure, the guy who drove you here had blue eyes too, but damn, they weren't even close to that beautiful.

Rick's dark hair and gray beard make them look more intense and you have to pull yourself together not to start drooling because he's generally incredibly handsome.

Shit, maybe the most beautiful man you've ever seen.

His gaze is glued on you and he tilts his head slightly when you suddenly see realization flash in his eyes and he starts to move.

Rick approaches the car and you try to slide as far away from the door as you can, but he pulls the door open and grabs your arm with ease, dragging you outside.

Stomping, you try to fight him off, but he remains completely unimpressed and pushes you to your knees in front of him.

It's so easy for him to push you around that tears come to your eyes as you look up at him.

You have no chance to get out of the situation and clench your teeth tightly as he slides his gaze over you again in the light of the sun, "You're his daughter."

It's not a question, but a simple statement that still makes you cringe, not knowing if that very thing would be your death sentence or if the fact that Negan is your father will save your life.

Tears run down your cheeks and yet Rick can clearly see the resemblance between you and your father.

When he looks at you, he can see your father in you and nevertheless he can't deny that he likes having you on his knees.

Your big eyes look at him pleadingly and at the sight his cock presses hard against his pants.

Fuck, you're so incredibly young and beautiful.

The way he's looking at you makes you feel uneasy, and all dignity is flushed from your body as you push your bottom lip forward and sniffle, "Rick? Right? Please let me go. I promise I won't say a word about what I saw here."

He lifts his head to look at the round of people gathered around you, and you take advantage of the brief moment when his piercing eyes aren't on you to eye him, but you immediately jerk your head back up as your eyes land on the slight bulge in his pants.

That's when you'd rather watch his chest widen as he takes a deep breath and announces to everyone, "Nothing changes in the plan. We're going ahead."

Kneeling, you turn your head and watch the others nod and head to their cars, the guy who brought you here also leaving you, and in that moment you miss the quiet assurance that he wouldn't have hurt you.

Looking back up at Rick, you're not sure what's going to happen and you just start crying harder.

It's always been that way.

Whenever you're scared, you can't hold it in, and now you're scared to death.

You're still kneeling in front of him when you hear the cars slowly pulling away and you try again, "Please, I just want to go home."

With dark eyes, Rick reaches out to touch your face and you wince as he brushes the tears from your cheeks with his thumb.

"Oh, I'll take you home, princess."

He grabs your hair and tugs up on it, making your scalp burn and you cry again, "Please don't."

His hand moves to the back of your neck and his fingers dig into your skin, "You don't even know what I'm going to do to you yet."

Anything but gently, he pushes you back toward the car and presses your small body against the cool metal, making you shiver again.

Rick's body is close behind you, but not close enough to touch you, and you squint your eyes as his deep voice reaches your ear, "I'm sure you want to make yourself useful in order to survive. Do I see that right?"

Sniffling, you nod, already having an idea of what he would ask of you.

But he grumbles, "Smart girl."

His hand slides from the back of your neck to the small of your back, and blush colors your cheeks as you notice your lower belly clench expectantly.

Through his flat palm on your back, he can feel you trembling in fear of him and that makes him smile.

It will be so easy to break you.

Slowly he presses himself against you and the feeling of your round ass against his hard cock makes him hum with satisfaction.

Your body is pure perfection and your huge fear of him has been apparent to him since the first time he saw you, which only makes everything that much easier for him.

Gently, he rubs against your ass and then murmurs harshly, "You do what I want you to do."

You lower your head and whisper a soft, "Yes."

Your fingertips graze his belt buckle as he rubs his cock against you, and your heart hammers in your chest as he leans in and whispers in your ear, "Like I said, I'm driving you home. Only now you're mine and I'm going to show that to your father. You won't do anything that I won't like, and if you're a good girl, you'll stay alive."

Before you can respond, he pulls back and drags you by the upper arm into the passenger seat.

With flushed cheeks, you watch him walk around the car and drop into the driver's seat next to you.

You swallow hard, not daring to take your eyes off him as he pulls up, afraid he'll take advantage of your inattention.

Your eyes are glued to his profile and you can't stop wondering if his hair is as soft as it looks.

You wonder how long his hair would be if you smoothed out the curls at the nape of his neck.

He raises an eyebrow and without looking at you, he asks, "Would you like to touch me?"

Hectically, you tear your eyes away from his face and direct your gaze to his hands on the steering wheel. Bottom line: this isn't much better.

Your voice betrays you as you mutter, "No."

A small laugh slips from Rick's lips because he can still feel your gaze on him.

He knows for a fact that you're afraid of him, but it's not all you feel.

He can't believe how lucky he is to have you run into his arms, and he'd be out of his mind if he didn't use that luck to drive Negan up the wall.

Looking out the window in disbelief as you see what Rick's people have set up outside the Sanctuary, you whisper, "Oh my God."

Cars reinforced with metal walls are parked in front of the main entrance and everyone is heavily armed.

Panicked, your eyes search for your father, but you can't see him anywhere.

Not yet.

Rick's raspy voice reaches your ear as you still stare at your home, "Remember what I told you. Don't do anything that would make me punish you."

You nod and tears come to your eyes again.

As Rick takes you out of the car you do exactly what he asks and don't resist his grip.

You don't resist as he brushes a few strands of hair from your face and stay close to him as he asks you to.

A short time later, you hear your father's voice and close your eyes tightly.

Your father doesn't take Rick seriously and you can hear that very clearly.

Carefully, you look over at Rick, who keeps his beautiful blue eyes fixed on Negan, "I found something on the way here."

Your father laughs, "What? A fucking bucket of gold?"

Rick juts his chin, "Better."

Blindly, he reaches for you and you let him pull you in front of him.

Immediately your eyes land on your father, all features slipping from his face.

He stares at you like you're an apparition and you can see the panic in his eyes as Rick places a hand on your lower stomach and hugs you tightly to his body, "What a coincidence, huh?"

Negan takes a step forward, "Let her go, you bastard."

You can't look your father in the eye as Rick slides his second hand over your shoulder and calls out in amusement, "Why should I? She seems to like it with me."

His hand closes around your jaw and he presses a finger against your trembling lips.

You know what he wants you to do, but you can't bring yourself to do it.

That's when he squeezes harder and hisses so only you can hear: "Princess."

You want to live. You really do.

That's why you open your mouth and Rick slides his finger into your mouth.

He's not worried about you biting because you're way too scared of him to dare.

That's why he just smiles at Negan, "She likes it a lot. She has talents you don't know about."

It's so incredibly inappropriate and humiliating, but his body against your back and his finger in your mouth makes you squeeze your thighs together unobtrusively and more as a reflex you start sucking on his finger.

Surprised, he straightens up a little further and slides a second finger into your mouth, mumbling softly, "That's my good girl."

Your eyes are fixed on the floor in front of you and you continue to suck submissively on his fingers.

By itself, his touches aren't very sexual, but when he then slides his hand under your shirt, Negan bellows, "I'll chop your hands off, you sick asshole. She's just a kid."

Confusingly gentle, he pulls his fingers out of your mouth and says loud enough for everyone to hear, "Please tell everyone how old you are, princess."

Rick has his sources and has known since before you were found by his people that Negan has a 23 year old daughter, so it doesn't surprise him when you murmur, "23."

His fingers dig into your skin and you repeat louder, "23, Rick."

The hand on your skin is warm and you get goosebumps as he pushes it a little higher, "And trust me. The things she can do are appropriate for her age."

Oh God, his hand feels so good on your body that you press a little further against him and he murmurs, "Princess, you make me proud."

Your head is spinning and just as you're about to lift your head to look Negan in the eye, Rick shoves you behind a metal wall and raises his voice, "Do you really wanna make me count?"

It all happens so fast.

At first everything is calm, until then all hell breaks loose.

Still with your hands bound, you let yourself slide to the floor and try to make yourself as small as you can.

Your gaze is fixed on Rick and you pray with every shot that it doesn't hit your father.

Wildly, Rick jerks his head around and yells over the din of the coming walkers, "Get up."

Unsteady as a newborn, you get to your feet and he grabs you by the arm to drag you back to a car.

Shots are still falling and you pull your head in as best you can to avoid getting hit as Rick practically throws you into the back seat of a car.

Because of your bound hands, you land ungently on your stomach and can't get up either.

The only thing you can somehow manage is to turn your head so that you can catch a glimpse of a woman steering the car and Rick sitting in the passenger seat, tensely trying to see something through the window.

You suspect he's trying to find your father, but the harder he searches, the more you relax.

He is alive. He must be alive.

In fact, that's your only hope of getting away from Rick and his people.

After some time, you clear your throat softly, "Rick?" As you do so, you try to keep your voice as soft and innocent as you possibly can.

He doesn't turn in your direction, but you hear a soft "Huh?" which you take as a quiet agreement that you may continue speaking, "Could you take off my shackles. I promise not to do anything you wouldn't want me to do."

Deliberately, you use words similar to what he used earlier and you hear him sigh softly in response, "Connie? Will you stop for a minute?"

The woman asks no questions and stops in the middle of the street, allowing Rick to get out.

You don't see him walk around the car, but he pulls the door open behind Connie and slides into the back seat, lifting your upper body and placing you on his legs, "You can drive."

Connie does as he says and he leans over you to untie your bonds.

As he does, your nose presses into his thigh and you whimper softly as you feel Rick tense beneath you.

His hands reach for the rope holding yours bound and he tries not to think about how hard you're breathing into his crotch and the sounds you make every time he moves even minimally.

He knew it would be easy to subdue you.

But he didn't expect it to be SO easy.

As gently as he can, he unties the rope from your slender wrists and immediately you sit up and slide as far away from him as you can.

Amused, he raises his eyebrows, especially since not too long ago you were pressing your ass against him.

Your eyes are huge and completely focused on him, and some dirty thoughts nestle in his head at the sight.

Slowly he lets his eyes wander a little lower, where your breasts press against your thin top with every frantic breath, leaving little to the imagination.

The fact that his blue eyes undress you with his gaze alone doesn't make you feel any calmer in the passenger seat and you take a deep breath, "What are you going to do to me?"

That's the question you've been asking yourself all along, and when he looks you in the face again, you're not sure you should like what you see in them so much.

His eyes are veiled and the way he tilts his head forces you to squeeze your thighs together again, which of course doesn't escape his notice and he grumbles harshly, "You'll see."

He doesn't try to pull you closer, or talk to you further.

Instead, you all wait for the gate of Alexandria to appear before you.

You, especially, are waiting for it because you've never seen it before.

Your father had enough reasons not to let you near it, except that all his caution couldn't prevent you from walking through the streets of Alexandria with Rick's hand low on your back.

You are hyper aware of Rick's presence, but his hand on your body can't stop you from turning your head in all directions to see as much as you can.

You've seen only a few of the communities that work with your father, but you like Alexandria best of all.

It looks like a cute little town, and you're so distracted by it that you barely notice Rick sliding his hand from your back to your hip, pulling you even closer to him.

Your body feels so good in his hands that he has to pull himself together not to groan out loud on the spot and clenches his teeth tightly.

He takes it up a notch and pushes you toward his house.

When it gets through to you where he's leading you, the curiosity is suddenly completely gone and you resist his grip around your waist, "Wait."

Unmoved, he pushes you further toward the door and you panic.

Being alone with him doesn't feel right and more than dangerous.

Especially with locked doors and the way he looks at you makes you nervous and you brace yourself with all your strength against him, "Please don't."

Sighing, he stops and rolls his eyes before he drops a bit and just throws you over his shoulder. You don't even have enough time to react before he stomps through the front door and as it slams into the lock, you finally start to fidget.

Like a fish out of water, you struggle and tearfully cry, "Put me down."

Rick grips your thighs tighter and has to stifle a laugh as you try unsuccessfully to free yourself from him.

At your wriggling, your pretty breasts keep pressing against his shoulder and he can't resist the urge to close his free hand around your thighs as well, except he lets his hand wander between them.

His hand is still a few inches away from your crotch, but even so, you immediately become very still and wait for what he would do next.

Your body is treacherous and when you notice your pussy clench expectantly because his big hand is so close, you grit your teeth and try to straighten up.

At that moment, he withdraws his hand before you feel it hard on your ass.

He hit you! He actually hit you!

Outraged and humiliated, you gasp, "Put me down."

Never would you admit that the sharp pain went right between your legs.

So you push yourself back up, Rick rolls her eyes and slaps your ass, harder this time, and at your soft whimper in response, his cock twitches in his pants, “Stop it.”

It's ridiculous how hard you try to get away from him because you wouldn't stand a chance anyway.

Especially because he knows you like it.

He steers you to his room with you on his shoulder and throws you on his bed.

Immediately your eyes are on him again, as if you were a deer in headlights, and only when he starts to unbutton his shirt do you lower your gaze.

Trembling, you sit on his bed and don't dare to look at him because you don't want him to read in your face how much you want to touch his bare chest.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see his shirt slide to the floor and you risk a little peek through your eyelashes.

His pants sit low on his hips and you briefly wonder how a belly button can be so beautiful.

Your eyes wander a little higher, over his scars on his left side and up to his collarbone.

God, even his collarbone is kneeling.

A soft moan slips from your lips and Rick takes a small step towards you, "Come here."

Carefully, you look him in the eye and can see the desire.

The man wants you badly and you're pretty sure it's mostly because you're the daughter of his enemy.

Rick raises an eyebrow challengingly. All you're supposed to do is try to resist him and put him to the test. You'll end up begging him to have his cock inside you.

Rick wants to defile you and break you.

Hell, he wants you to beg to be his.

He wants you to beg to touch him.

He wants you to beg him in tears to be fucked by him.

Afraid he'll pounce on you if you resist him, you slowly stand up and take a small step in his direction so you're only inches apart.

He lifts a hand and slowly runs it through your soft hair. You are so damn beautiful and pure innocence, which only turns him on more.

Gently he pulls your hair and you swallow hard as he leans in and his lips graze your pounding pulse, "You were a good girl today, princess. Did exactly what I expected of you and then some. Would you like a reward for that?"

'Oh God' is all that goes through your mind as he spreads hot kisses on your neck and you clench your hands into fists to resist the urge to touch his flat stomach.

Rick takes another small step toward you and now your breasts are pressed against his torso.

You feel his tongue sliding over your neck and you can't suppress a soft gasp, making him growl, "Well?"

At that, he grabs your hands and forces your small fists to unclench, pressing your palms to his bare skin.

He's hot and feels so incredibly good under your fingertips, but you force yourself to say, "No." And feel Rick's hands just below your breasts, "Are you sure, princess?"

Your fingers brush over his belly and you notice his stomach muscles tighten the closer you get to his pants.

Your touch is so light and innocent that Rick almost loses his mind, and as he takes a deep breath to bring himself under control, your scent goes to his head.

Shit, you smell so good, he'd like to press his nose into your skin the whole time.

His beard scratches your skin as you murmur in a low voice, "I'm sure."

Slowly, he lifts his head and looks down at you lasciviously as he purrs, "Then I'm just picking up my own reward for today."

Confused, you frown as he's already grabbing your waist and lifting you back onto the bed behind you.

He pushes you onto your back and you cry out in panic as you feel his weight on your body.

Rick is heavy as hell and you can only move minimally under him, which you might have actually liked under other circumstances...okay yeah, maybe you like it under these circumstances.

His hips are between your thighs and you can feel his cock between your legs.

At that, you're pretty sure he's big.

Bigger than you can handle.

Without a second thought, Rick reaches for your hands, which still linger on his stomach, and holds them above your head.

With huge eyes, you look back up at him and would love to brush some of his strands of hair that have fallen forward out of his handsome face.

You should be scared.

You should be screaming.

But all you can bring to your lips is, "Am I your reward?"

Quietly, Rick laughs out, "Would you like to be my reward, princess?"

You bite your lower lip and lower your gaze to his lips before muttering, "No."

Rick slides his free hand down your body to your pants, then mumbles softly, "Well, I'll just take it then."

You don't resist a bit as he undoes the button from your pants, moaning softly as he shifts his weight in the process and his cock presses into just the right spot.

He slides his hand down your pants and your whole body rears up at the first contact. His fingers run through the wetness he's been provoking all day and he hums softly, "You know, I only had to look at you once and I knew it would be easy to get you."

Fluttering, your eyes fall shut and he barks, "Look at me."

Immediately you open your eyes and look into his blue eyes that caught your eye in the first few seconds.

Slowly he draws circles around your clit: "The way you looked at me, princess. The way you're looking at me now. That is enough for me."

Your hips jerk up to meet his fingers, but his touch remains light, "You're mine now."

Shuddering, you take a breath as your pussy clenches for nothing, begging to clasp his fingers.

As if of their own accord, your legs lift and wrap around Rick's waist to pull him closer to you, and as a small reward, he runs his finger around your entrance, "You say you don't want to, but your body says something completely different."

You lower your gaze to his tanned arm reaching between your thighs and whisper again, "Don't."

That's when he slides a finger inside you and you moan his name.

He holds your arms tightly together above your head and can't take his eyes off the blush that's slowly working its way up your cleavage to your neck.

You look so beautiful as you try to squirm on the cool sheets, trying to escape his grip while wanting more from him.

His whole body screams to just pounce on you as your wetness spreads all over his hand, but he has other plans.

Your pussy clamps around his fingers and he laughs hoarsely, "So you want me to stop even though I can barely move my fingers because this little pussy wants to keep me so bad. How pathetic."

His finger strokes your warm walls and you moan, "Rick, please."

His thumb presses down on your clit and you press your head firmly into the mattress beneath you as you feel your belly growing warmer and forming a knot.

You barely notice when he lets go of your hands and wraps his hand around your neck instead.

Your thoughts only circle around the sensation he can invoke between your legs, and each time you clench tighter around his fingers.

What more could he want than to squeeze the air out of you while fingering you?

What could be better than feeling your pulse beat on both ends?

Gasping and struggling for air, you look him in the eye again and thrust your hips towards him, but just at the moment you think you're going to burst into a thousand pieces, he pulls his hand away from you and you howl, "No, no, no."

Slowly he lets go of you and shoves the finger that was inside you into his mouth before taunting you, "You made a mess, princess."

His hand shines with wetness and your cheeks blush even more as you imagine what you must look like between your thighs.

With embarrassment, you try to squeeze your legs together, but he just shakes his head arrogantly, "Nah. I want my reward."

You barely recognize your own voice as you croak, "I don't want to, Rick."

Your head knows full well that you shouldn't want him.

He's kidnapped you and forced you into his bed, but you also can't deny that your body aches for him and wants to feel his cock.

Preferably so deep inside you that you would never let another one between your legs again.

Grinning, he looks down at you because you say you don't want to and your now free hands still try to reach for him.

He leans back enough to grab your waist and turn you onto your stomach, where you immediately try to straighten up. But he puts a hand between your shoulder blades, holding you down with ease.

It is at that moment that you realize how much stronger he is and what an inescapable position you are actually in.

Cockily, he murmurs, "On your knees. Just your knees."

You bite your lower lip, knowing exactly what's coming as soon as you press your butt against his cock.

Awkwardly, you somehow slide onto your knees and he praises you, "Good girl. Doing exactly what I ask of you."

Rick removes his hand from your body and notes with satisfaction that you don't move an inch, closing your eyes in shame as your arousal slowly runs down your thighs and Rick can clearly see it.

Groaning, he puts his head back in his neck and his cock twitches in anticipation of entering you.

With his finger he has already felt how tight and willing you are, but the thought of sinking his cock into that pussy makes his heart beat fast.

The wetness runs down your thighs as you hear Rick undo his belt and pants.

For a brief moment, nothing happens and the only things you hear are your frantic breaths and your pounding heart.

But when you want to open your eyes, you already feel Rick's hand on your neck and his hard cock on your most intimate place.

With a jerk you push yourself towards him and whimper softly.

He feels so hot and hard against your swollen labia that you barely notice him teasing you, "I thought you didn't want to. Well, I'd say it's too late to change your mind now."

Confused because you thought he was going to fuck you, you frown, but before you can ask what he means, you feel it.

The hand that isn't on your neck has his cock in it, and he's jerking off while just pressing his tip against your pulsing entrance.

He doesn't penetrate you and that only makes you more desperate.

It takes all his willpower not to fuck your sloppy pussy, but the way you immediately start gyrating your hips to get him to penetrate you deeper is reward enough.

Moaning, you try to get him to take you, but you're so unsuccessful that it brings tears to your eyes again and he taunts you, "So you do want my cock?"

Instead of answering you try to press yourself further against him again, but you have no chance and the tears of humiliation fall on Rick's bed sheets.

His hand keeps slapping against your thigh as he continues to jerk off with pleasure and then wraps his hand from your neck around your chin and then slides two fingers between your open lips again.

Muffled, you moan out and he growls, "If you don't want to talk, I guess you'd best use your mouth to suck on my fingers, huh? That's what you want. Like in front of your father when you couldn't stop. Do you like being used by me?"

Completely out of it, you nod and he hisses, "Speak."

Muffled by arousal and his fingers, you moan, "Yes, Rick." Before you go back to sucking on his fingers in your mouth, barely thinking straight.

You have no idea if the wetness on your pussy is from you, or his precum mixing with your arousal, but you're ready to beg him.

Begging and pleading with him to fuck you.

Just what he's wanted from you all along.

With his fingers in your mouth, you beg, "Please Rick." And he laughs softly, "You want me to fuck your sloppy pussy?"

Hectically, you nod and whimper, "Yes."

He moves forward an inch and immediately your pussy clenches begging and he mocks you, "Are you my good girl?"

All dignity is flushed from your bones and you cry, "Yes, yes, yes. I'm your good girl. I-" With one thrust he penetrates you and your long drawn out moan fills the room.

He's so big and hard inside you that you feel like he's tearing you apart from the inside, and yet you try to get more of him inside you, gyrating your hips again.

You're so insanely tight that Rick briefly feels like he's going to pass out before he blinks and looks down at your trembling body begging to be fucked through and that's all it takes for him to pull back a little and then thrust hard into you again.

He pulls his fingers out of your mouth and tugs you up by your hair enough to murmur, "So nice and tight for me" in your ear murmur and in response you pulsate expectantly on his cock.

He thrusts into you again, "And willing."

You're so full and wet that you can barely bring more than his name past your lips as he lowers a hand to your clit, turning you to wax in his hands. His deep thrusts are everything you can think about and every time he hits that one spot inside you, you cry out in pleasure.

Gently, he sucks on your earlobe and murmurs, "Now, princess."

Rick clenches his teeth tightly as you hoarsely scream his name and your whole body tenses. He doesn't know any different and lingers inside you as you come on the fullness inside you and can't stop pressing yourself tighter and tighter against the man behind you.

His warm and big body behind you makes you go weak and as you hear him growl "Fuck," you moan his name and he growls, "Fuck, you were made for me."

And that's when you feel him twitch inside you and his thrusts become messy and erratic.

Breathless, you turn your head and as you see the pure arousal in his eyes you reach for his hand and intertwine your fingers with his.

As you do so, his body falls forward, burying you beneath him.

Gasping, he rolls off you and you cling to his hand as if it were your lifeline as you try to catch your breath.

You turn your head to the side to look at him and groan again as you see his chest rising and falling rapidly and how his curls lie around him on the bed like a halo.

Immediately he turns his head too and raises an eyebrow questioningly, and the only thing you can bring past your lips is, "You haven't kissed me once."

He shrugs, "So what? I wanted to fuck you."

You don't know what he sees in your eyes, but it makes him sigh softly and lean in to place his lips on your pout.

The kiss is incredibly gentle in contrast to his words and actions, and you lift your upper body to meet his.

Gently, he lets his tongue slide over your lower lip and you willingly open your mouth to him, which he immediately takes advantage of, making you sigh softly before he moves away from you and you follow him to reunite his lips with yours.

But he shakes his head, "That's enough."

Sluggishly, you drop back onto the bed and he hums softly, "Get dressed."

Questioningly, you look at him and he rules, "What did I say?"

Immediately you slide off the bed to put on your pants as he looks up at you lying in bed and grins, "Good girl." Because he knows you'll do anything for him.

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darlingsart · 5 months

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your oc is so adorable! 😍 can you tell us more about him?

Thank you!! 🥺❤️ Here he is (+ His little brother!)

Okay SO I've had these Patchilles OC's for like 3-ish years now and I've never shared them on here before bc they mean so much to me the idea of putting them out here seemed super scary BUT here are two of my Patchilles kids Maximus and Hyacinth 👉🏼👈🏼 (Yes that name is intentional and supposed to be ironic lmao)

More about them + the lore under the cut!

Basically, this is canon divergence and the lore is that Pat and Achilles don't go to Troy and instead stay in Phthia after their time on Pelion. Thinking that they no longer have to worry about a prophecy, they end up getting married and starting a family but, unbeknownst to them, the prophecy doesn't exactly go away, it gets passed down to Maximus and becomes it’s own big thing as the war goes on for well over a decade overseas. Thetis is the only one who actually knows about this and she keeps it a secret from Achilles and takes it upon herself to train Maximus and turn him into the next aristos achaion.

I'm actually in the middle of writing this as a series on ao3 (Currently on the 4th work!). If you're interested, you can start with the first fic, New Beginnings, which explains everything a lot more (their engagement, the reason why they stay) OR you can jump right into the story I'm currently working on, The Rest of Our Lives, though you might be a bit confused!

Maximus is by far one of my favorite OC’s but I love developing his siblings as characters too. If you read/have read The Rest of Our Lives, you’ll see that Maximus definitely takes after Achilles like without a doubt and it’s brought up several times but as he grows older, he becomes a well rounded mix of them both and I like to think that Pat’s attributes shine more then though I haven’t written it all out just yet! Maximus is just a fun loving, rambunctious kid who tries his best with the cards he’s dealt, he’s very loving and kind hearted and an overall good kid!

Hyacinth is about four years younger than him and one of my favorites too, especially as he grows into his character. So they do have another sibling but I’ve only just gotten there in the story so I don’t want to spoil anything, but he is a true middle child lol it’s actually an important part of his character that really gets explored later on in the series. He’s also a sweetheart, a little more reserved than Maximus but I wouldn’t call him an introvert, he’s just not as…. Hyperactive as his older brother lmao but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t get roped into Maximus’ antics too.

I’ve also written modern au stuff with them (which I haven’t posted anywhere), so like now whenever I imagine any au with Pat and Achilles, it’s hard not to picture these two, especially Maximus, in it too lol

Sorry for rambling so much, this is the first time I’ve actually talked about these two outside of my writing 😅 I hope y'all enjoy them as much as I do! And feel free to ask me about them from time to time if you want :)

#asks #the song of achilles #tsoa #patrochilles #angies art #sorry for answering this the next day I spent the day drawing all of these pictures bc of my hyperfixation brain lol #it feels so weird to post about them on tumblr but I wanted to share them!!#also if you’ve already read the rest of our lives…. hey 🫣🫡#fancy seeing y’all here LMAO #my ocs

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adventuringblind · 9 months

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Hey, sorry to bother you, but I had a request 🥺👉🏼👈🏼 (if those are accepted rn)

Can you do a Charles x asexual!Reader (x Max) who are in a established relationship, but since everyone makes comments about how good their sexlife must be/keeps thirsting about you, y/n eventually comes out to the public.

I'd be okay with either written or one of these social media fics.

Sincerely, an asexual person, who loves y/n fanfics, but has to navigate around way too many smut fics 🙈🙈🙈

Stop Thirsting

Charles Leclerc x Reader x Max Verstappen

Genre: Fluff

Summary: pretty much what the prompt says, and I'm too lazy to come up with something else 😂

Warnings: minor toxic media, protective boyfriends

Notes: I hope I did your request justice!! I'm not asexual so I went to a few people who are, and they said things like affection are still fine, so I wrote this along those lines. I hope this gives you something comforting!

Also, the people who make the smau's have talent I do not. Idk how they do it and I don't even know where to begin.

Masterlist

When you entered into a relationship with Max and Charles, you didn't realize the main question you'd be asked is about how you three navigate intimacy.

Its hard enough being called names from the public, but this just makes things worse.

especially since you opt not to join them in their bedroom activities. You can only go so far before the mere idea of getting more intimate makes you want to crawl out of your skin. Something both boys understand and have made it a point to respect your boundaries.

The media, however, has not.

You’ve not come out to the world. The questions about everything just make you uncomfortable. But now you’re not sure what’s worse, everyone thirsting over you and the media being invasive, or the questions that come about your asexuality.

You throw your phone off to the side. The boys shoot looks of concern at each other and you. You’re heavy sighs alerting them that something is wrong.

“Chéri? Something the matter?” Charles moves from his spread out place on the floor next to you. You lean into him when he sits and curl up onto yourself.

“Just tired of everyone talking about our supposed sex life.” You huff. “Can’t help but feel I’m doing something wrong sometimes.”

Max leans forward in the chair. His hands find his face as he ponders the situation. “I could make them stop if you wanted. I have that power.”

“Maybe I should just come out. But I’m admittedly scared to do so.”

“Whatever you choose to do Chéri, we’ll support you.”

An instagram post.

One from all three of you.

You posted it and haven’t looked at your phone since. Terrified about what the people would say. They already talk about your intimacy so much that this might make it worse. Your worst fears made true.

The boys spent the day making sure you were as far away from the anxiety as they could get you. Comfort food and movies have become essential.

You stayed away from the internet until the next race. Then, the media and fans became unavoidable. And you were right that they'd be all over it.

You walked into the paddock, hands intertwined as the boys tried to keep the cameras away from you.

They keep steady conversation going, attempting to distract your mind from the obvious questions the reporters are trying to ask.

It's the fans that shock you the most. Many of those there to support your boyfriends have also come supporting you.

They understand. They respect. And woth the support of Charles and Max, you feel loved.

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ohbo-ohno · 5 months

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surely bunny has used gaz's compassion against him, right???

like, yes, he's manipulative and is a mastermind at doing all this stuff to keep her under his control but I think there's at least one incident where bunny used her doe eyes against him to get out of trouble 🥺👉🏼👈🏼

maybe even throw in a few kisses on his cheeks and his lips and the glare on his face slowly melts away till he's mellowed down and kisses her back saying "don’t do that again, yeah?"

and she knows when to use it. doesn't abuse it too often in case the bit gets old, so she times it just right. uses it for very minor missteps only (maybe even working her way up). because at some point, even bunny picks up on his pattern of behaviour and studies it and weaponizes it to her own advantage.

love it when the prey becomes smarter in dark fics and just starts girlbossing her way out of things

i definitely know that shit don't work on Simon because he's a hardass but Gaz? he's a softie and lowkey a sucker for his bunny.

- 🪐

i hardly write for dark!gaz because i think he would be super soft and idk if y'all have noticed but uh... softer things aren't really my strong point... but god i love gaz

i think gaz would melt for his bunny!!! i also think he'd be the best at getting stockholm syndrome to Work, so when she tries to appease him it's not entirely out of fear. yes she's scared he'll lock her up again, but there's also a quite large part of her that doesn't want him to be angry because she doesn't want him to be upset

so when she leans up and presses kisses all across his cheeks, cupping his shoulders to keep herself balanced, leans her weight against him so he can hold her, and just whispers her apologies again and again

((gaz only lets it work because he knows how to keep his bunny from getting in trouble like this again, if he thought she actually needed punishment he would force him to go through with it, no matter how cute she is. but every time she thinks he lets her get away with something, she gets a little closer to him, so... worth it))

#🪐 anon #dark fic #gaz garrick x reader #asks and answers

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moraxsthrone · 11 months

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It was quite a wonderful day today with your husband. The first thing the both of you did in the morning was showering together, followed by many long passionate kisses and a delicious breakfast made by Zhongli.

After thus, the both of you went for a walk and even bought some stuff - before you walked home together again to put on some fancy clothes because Zhongli had the idea to go to a restaurant with you.

Oh, the moment Zhongli saw you in this beautiful outfit - he could've swear he just looked at the Goddess of Beauty herself. You even saw a slight blush spreading across his face - but as always he kept his calm demeanor.

The restaurant itself was really fancy, and it was a beautiful date. Zhongli and you talked a lot and laughed together, even ate together and fed the other one.

....

And now.

Now you're here. Back home.

Sitting on Zhonglis face as he was eating you out like a starved man. Either Zhongli closed his eyes meanwhile or he opened his eyes to meet your gaze with his - while his hands were holding you in place by your thighs.

He told you earlier when the two of you got back home,

"The dessert was indeed very tasty, but I can't help and keep thinking about how simply divine you taste, my love Kel."

~ 💐

*looks around the room* WHO IS RESPONSIBLE FOR THIS??

pppfffshshshssshhh

honestly, the simple act of taking a walk with zhongli is so appealing to me? him offering his arm to you, elbow bent, which you accept with a smile before letting him lead you along a path in jueyun karst, where he picks a qingxin flower and puts it in your hair. the further from the harbor he travels, the more romantic and nostalgic he becomes.

but STOPPPPP! goddess of beauty. skskskssksksss 🤭 how sweet. 🥺👉🏼👈🏼

feeding each other...ghhh so cute! he'd so share his food with you, ordering certain dishes just so you could sample them from his plate.

BRUH. I'D RIDE HIS FACE LIKE A LAZY HORSE. just. hands braced against his chest and rocking my hips while he wears me tf OUT. don't even get me started on how good his long, forked tongue feels when he dips it inside.

and if he spoke while eating you out? the sound waves of his deepened, lust-laden voice crashing against your clit?? you're done sis. down for the count when he gives you the command to cum.

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cyberrose2001 · 10 months

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not a request (but you could write for it if you wanted) and here to ramble again. sentinel definitely has a human kink and cums early. imagine he’s trying his best to be quiet and ‘masculine’ and shit but he’s shaking so much he can’t properly fuck you, and he’s doing his best to not look at you or your chest or your stomach because dammit you look sooo soft and who wouldn’t wanna touch that?? and he could probably cum by cockwarming, too (as the top or the bottom). AND if he’s sitting on someone’s dick he’ll be drooling over the feeling until you fuck him til he can’t feel his thighs <33 feel very very free to ignore just always having horny thoughts

TFA Sentinel Prime x Reader

I loved this sm that I couldnt resist a little drabble for you micro, i hope you like 🥺👉🏼👈🏼 (i could’ve made this better but it’s nearing 10am and I haven’t slept yet, my eyes feel like fire)

Warnings: Cock warming (reader providing), sentinel has human kink, edging (??)

Word count: 413

“Y’know, this is -frag- very u-unfair.” He’s shaking under you, actually, no. He’s trembling under you with his spike so deep inside that Sentinel is reduced to a babbling mess, and the poor thing is struggling to put together just one coherent sentence.

Unfortunately for him, you had devised a brilliant plan to shut him up for once and to cull his ego—a way to tease him and show him just what humans can bring to the table, or more realistically, the berth.

You’re facing him in his lap, every delicious inch of skin exposed to Sentinel. Soft curves press against his chassis, and fuck is Sentinel on the verge of overloading just from your smooth skin against him alone. He tries to rut up into you to relieve the aching pressure in his spike, but it’s a fruitless attempt as your legs keep his hips at a standstill wrapped around his waist. And the longer you sit, the more jittery Sentinel gets. Tear-stained optics screwed up in lustrous arousal as he tries so damn hard not to overload right into your pretty tight hole.

And if he does that, you win. You prove to him that his deepest desire for fucking flesh bags like you isn’t just an obsessive disgust for organics; it’s a kink.

“You feelin’ it yet?” You grin, reaching up to grip his broad chin. Your other hand is preoccupied with the protoform between the grooves and gaps of his chassis, “You’re so desperate to cum it’s embarrassing.”

“You son of a glitch,” Sentinel groans, his optics losing the battle of not studying your soft curves, “If you just -hggfh- stop squeezing me like thaaAA-“

You squeeze around him at the perfect time to shut him up, which does the job. His face twists in such beautiful agony and pleasure as he unexpectedly, yet totally expected, shoots his transfluids into your unrelenting tightness. And it’s beautifully ironic.

Sentinel bucks wildly into you as you milk him, servos shakily gripping your thighs as you keep his spike nestled within you. And you feel so full, but you suppress your whines at the overwhelming about of transfluids spilling out onto his lap so you can hear his cries of ecstasy and defeat.

His vents are ragged, and you look up at him as your boisterous smile meets a suppressed look of contentment. The battle is won; he’s given in his carnal desires, and fuck will you be boasting your prize.

#transformers #transformers x reader #transformers animated #tfa sentinel prime #tfa sentinel prime x reader #tfa sentinel x reader #valveplug #cyberrosewrites

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peachyloveswriting · 1 year

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Hiya sweets! Excuse my english please. Saw you are taking requests for Ghost, Soap and Kőnig and was wondering if you could do something angst? 🥺👉🏼👈🏼

Idea: mission had went to shite and reader take bullet to protect one of the boys (your choice) and they got so mad about it after but once they realise that reader might die they confess?

What ever you choose to do I know will turn out great and I will love it so please take your time and have fun with it! ❤️❤️

LEFT ON READ --- (König X Reader)

SUMMARY: Just moments before this everything was fine, of course the mission just had to go sideways because life doesn't work like that. It never has, especially for people like you. Someone always dies, that's how it works.

CONTENT: major angst, blood, violence, mentioned death, open ending.

NOTES: ah yes, my gentle giant. It's up to you guys if the reader dies or not.

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Pain spasms in your shoulder as a gunshot splits the air. Calling out in pain, the gun in your hand clatters to the ground and you stumble back with your hand clutching the wound. The blood burning hot against your skin felt harsh to the freezing cold feeling in your shoulder as you slid against the wall with tears pricking your eyes.

Just moments before this everything was fine, of course the mission just had to go sideways because life doesn't work like that. It never has, especially for people like you. Someone always dies, that's how it works.

You were supposed to be successfully infiltrating one of Makarov's informative units, one that would land a big hit on his job. It was sure to leave him wounded once the mission was complete. As König had told you, this would be his easiest mission yet. Brief said there was only twenty people in the unit during the planned time if attack but someone miscounted. Now as you sit against a wall in pain, you can't help but feel scared. Through your short time in the military you've had a lucky experience, no serious injuries up until now. With a bullet resting right above your chest, all you can do is cry. Through your teary eyes the silhouette of your teammate, König, can be seen taking people down left and right. It seems he hasn't noticed you gone yet.

Letting your eyes close you secretly begin to hope that he doesn't see you, no matter how close you are to him. Even though you yearned so badly to call his name one last time before he made it out unscathed, you didn't. It was evident that the bullet didn't pierce your heart but it came damn close, that was high risk enough. At least high enough for you to go ahead and let go of the breath you held while thinking of him. Letting your eyes flutter back open you see the last man standing fall to his knees by König's hands. Inside you know that if this killing machine turned around and saw you wounded now the mission would be out as risk. For such a dangerous man, he was timid. He shouldn't see you like this, he couldn't, he would be devastated.

Your last prayers don't seem to be answered and you can feel your heart sink at the sight of his worried eyes. "Liebe!" It's a word in his native language, one you still don't understand. He's never thought to tell you why he calls you that. His footsteps are dangerously loud as he runs to your side. Seeing the blood pouring over your hand he panics, König actually panics. To suddenly see blood from you for the first time makes his stomach churn unevenly. "Gods! What happened?" Grabbing your hand he removes it from the wound to take a better look.

Watching König look you over in worry, you can't respond, instead you look over his shoulder into the corpse covered floor beyond. Shaky whimpers leave your lips, it's hard to stay contained. Looking from the corpses to him, pain fills your soul. Panic rests in those dark eyes of his as he picks up his gun in one hand and scoops you up with his other. Hoisting you to your feet with an arm under your unharmed shoulder he limps you out of the base. The call outs on comms and the passing by of his out team are completely ignored by the giant as he moves you from the area.

It was for him, what you did. If you'd have not pulled the attention to you he would have been struck from behind. Thankfully he got to them before they got to him, only after you were shot. That was insignificant at this point, all you could think about was him. "You're okay?" You ask in a sob. Surprised, König looks at you with wide eyes, hit teeth tugging at his lips underneath the mask. Setting you down outside he kneels in front of you, his giant frames blocks anyone from being you there. For the first time in a while, König does something unexpected, he lifts up his mask. Clearly running down his face is tears while he looks down at you. "Are you stupid? How did you just get shot like that?! There was no one in between us when we went in!" He yells. You wince from the harshness in his tone, your heart pinching in response.

Shaking hysterically at this point, you lay your head back on the wall behind you. "You were about to get shot from behind..." Leaning over abruptly you let out a short huff of pain, a small scream following afterwards. Scared, König presses his hand on your chest and forces your back against the wall again. Your chest fights against his hand as you breath heavily, even more tears spilling from your eyes. Realization strikes him like a bullet and he caves, the tears unstoppable as he leans his head into your good shoulder. "Fuck. Liebe, it was because of me?" Dry with pain as he speaks you listen on confused. König seemed to be reacting worse than usual, it's hard to tell if it's genuine or if you're closer to death than you thought.

"Please stay with me Liebe, I love you." Your heart flutters. Sucking in a deep breath, you recoil in pain. He lifts his head, hands on either side of your face in an instant. "Ever since I met you I've been madly in love and I can't lose you now, not when i-" he's rambling again, something he does when he grows nervous. His nervousness makes you smile, a sad smile. It hurts to know that the chance of you dying is so high, that it took this for him to admit anything to you. You felt betrayed in a way. Just to sate his nervousness, you lean forward pushing your lips against his softly. As you pull away he speaks desperately, the rasp in his voice making your heart break in two. "Liebe I need you..."

"I know König and I'm sorry you had to confess in a situation like this." Taking in a sharp breath you groan in pain, your hand grasping at your shoulder. "Backup should be here soon, you'll wait till at least then right?" He asks as he fully sits down in front of you. A dying hope lingers in his eyes, he's waiting for an answer you both know might not be true. Despite that you say it anyway in hopes that maybe he's right. "Yeah, I'll wait till then." A soft but sad smile adorns his features as he scoots beside you, his massive form swallowing you whole while he leans on your head.

"at least my last moments will be spent with the sweetest man in the world." You groan. He lets out a choked sob at your words. It's like the world is out to get him, to rob him of everything that's good for him, that makes him happy. He can never seem to catch a break about anything, always waiting too long or doing anything too early. He was a mess. When would he just be okay for once?

"Why can't I just have something go right for me, I can't even love you and you love me back, you do love me back right?" He looks up, unsure. You scoff, your face softening at the sight of his red puffy eyes. "Of course. I wouldn't have kissed you otherwise." Silently, König nods. "Now I can't enjoy that because I waited to long and now you're dying." He says. You were right, he was devastated. A gentle, kind man like him doesn't belong in the military. König just doesn't deserve this kind of pain, what's worse is that you're scared. To leave him behind only after he's confessed is horrible.

Softly, you sigh. "Just love me while you still can gentle giant."

Silence passes between you as you rest your eyes, abruptly your taken from your resting spot on his shoulder. His hands on either side of your face. Before this, he wasn't able to properly do what he should have done a long time ago. Even if this is the very end, he's determined to set things right, even in it might hurt in the end. Leaning forward, he presses his lips into yours softly. He's so gentle it's almost like he's not even there. Yearning to feel his touch, to know your still alive you deepen the kiss. The pressure of his skin on yours giving you the pleasure of knowing that it's not a dream The longer he holds your for the more intense it becomes, the feeling of dread that fills you. You're only going to hurt him if you let him continue, but you can't pull away from the warmth of his lips on yours. It's something you've craved for so long and letting go not seems hypocritical. Your scared that if you stop now it might not ever happen again.

Finally pulling away, desperate and heartbroken you look up at König. "I'm so sorry." He shakes his head. "No no. Liebe don't be sorry."

The longer you stare into his eyes the more you can feel the emotional pain creeping in. Through the time you've spent with him, you've come to love and respect what should be your gentle giant. No matter how nervous or jittery he is, you can't seem to forget how amazing he is. Yet as you stare at him now you realize that this really might be your last chance to see him ever again.

"König." You mutter. "Yes, Liebe." He replies.

"Please kiss me again."

Wordlessly, he nods. It's like the pain in your shoulder fades away as your lips find homestead against his. For the first time in a long time, you feel okay with the bad things happening to you. You feel okay that your last dying breath might be in his arms. At least you feel okay here in his hold.

#könig x reader #konig x reader #könig imagine

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