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shawtuzi · 10 months

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finking of morning sex w plug!eren

mdni pls and thank you///cw include: black fem!reader, drug usage (weed), a lot of sexual tension, lazy morning sex that eventually turns kinda rough, some fluff

9:03 AM

the early morning sun nearly blinded you as eren opened the blacked out curtains in your shared bedroom. “ren what the fuck,” you whined burying your face in the plush pillow you were just a few seconds ago sleeping so peacefully on. eren chuckled, bringing a blunt he had freshly pearled to his lips that were still a bit swollen from last nights activities. you’d recently gotten into nibbling and biting on his lips during your intense kisses and although he found it extremely hot he was definitely paying the price for it.

“suns up mama, time to get up….unless you want me to finish this without you,” he smirked blowing a fat cloud of smoke in your direction. you lifted your head from the pillow, a deep scowl on your face. you begrudgingly sat up making eren grin, “yeah that’s what i thought, go freshen up real quick i’ll roll another one while you’re gone.” you let out a dramatic sigh before making your way to the bathroom to brush your teeth and wash your face.

when you walked back into the room eren was laid up on the bed, little o shaped clouds of smoke flying into the air. “turn on some music,” he grumbled and you quirked a brow waiting for him to finish his sentence with a ‘please.’ when he saw you weren’t moving the realization hit him pretty damn quick, “sorry i meant turn on some music please.” you smiled and happily complied, turning on the speaker. you put on ‘feels like summer’ by childish gambino before flopping onto the bed. “careful baby careful—almost made me ash on my chest,” he chuckled giving your ass a light smack.

“yeah yeah whatever gimme some,” you plucked the blunt from his hands and took a long hit. you maneuvered your body onto his lap, his morning wood definitely not going unnoticed. “what’s on the agenda for today babydoll,” he asked tracing his name over and over on your thigh with his index finger. you handed the blunt back over to him before speaking, “mika invited us to brunch at one, then i have my nail appointment at four, we’ll have to do some grocery shopping tonight, and then i was thinking for dinner i could make that cajun chicken alfredo you like so much.” eren was trying to listen he was really was!! but it was so damn hard when your clothed pussy was directly against his dick that was practically straining against his boxers.

“you listening to me ren?” you giggled snapping your fingers in front of his face. a lazy grin broke out on his face and he nodded, “mhm of course i’m listenin’.” the room was slowly but surely becoming boxed and the more it did the more you and eren we’re feeling the effects of the drug. “had a dream about you last night,” you hummed, leaning back, resting your hands on his muscly thighs. eren smirked, his eyes drifting to your cunt that was practically swallowing your panties. he grabbed the second blunt he had rolled and lit it, “yeah? tell me all about it mama.”

“you were eating me out…and you had those fuckin’ grills in. you were doing such a good job i think i might’ve came in my sleep from it,” you sighed dreamily thinking of how damn fine eren always looked when he had his grills in. you felt eren’s dick twitch but didn’t dare say anything, deciding to tease him a little and see how long he’d last. he handed the blunt to you, a low groan rumbling in his chest. “those grills always make you so weak in the knees don’t they?” he said giving you a lazy smirk. his rough hands trailed from your thick thighs, up your tummy, and finally to your breasts where he gave them a soft squeeze. his thumbs brushed over your nipples and you shivered, nearly dropping the blunt in the process.

you head felt like someone had yanked out your brain and replaced it with hot air bc by god all you could think about right now was eren eren eren. “you dream about me a lot?” he asked, mindlessly toying with your breasts. oh he didn’t even know the half of it. you ran your tongue over your bottom lip, nodding at his question. you were supposed to be doing the teasing, but as always eren had the upper hand and was able to turn you into mush with just a few lewd touches. he looked like a dream right now—his jade eyes were red and hooded, his hair that was usually up was down and cascaded beautifully over his broad shoulders, and he had this damn smirk on his face that was getting your panties wetter by the minute.

‘rendezvous’ by partynextdoor (a song that just so happened to be on your sex playlist) began playing, increasing the sexual tension tenfold. eren’s nonchalant façade began to crumble once of felt your wetness begin to seep into the material of his boxers. “you know if you wanna fuck all you have to do is ask, can practically feel your heartbeat on my dick,” his words made your breath hitch making him smirk for the umpteenth time. “no you…no you can’t! don’t be weird,” you pouted slapping his chest. you hadn’t even realized how turned on you actually were until you felt how uncomfortably slick your pussy had gotten.

eren slowly pulled your panties to the side and this mf actually whistled when he finally laid eyes on your soaked center. “such a pretty pussy,” he mumbled to himself running a finger through your slit. eren took one final hit of the blunt before setting it in the ashtray on the bedside table. without warning he plunged two fingers in your cunt making you gasp but as soon as they were in he pulled them right back out. he brought his fingers to his lips and sucked your essence off of them until they were clean. “i think i’m gonna let you do the work this morning,” he smiled, snapping your panties back into place. you were taken aback at his words a soft ‘huh?’ leaving your pouting lips.

“this weed got me feeling kinda lazy, use me to get off baby i know you can do it,” he gave your thigh a few soft pats and you whined. you sat up just the slightest bit to pull eren’s boxers down mid thigh, his painfully hard dick slapping against his toned stomach. it was a struggle to get your panties off without fully standing up but you managed, and as soon as they were off you began grinding your pussy up and down his dick. each time his mushroom tip nudged against your clit you let out a little mewl that was music to eren’s ears. “goddamn babydoll haven’t even put it in yet and you’re already making my dick wet as fuck,” he groaned, digging his fingers into the plush of your thighs. your slick had his dick glistening in sunlight and man oh man was it a sight to see.

you didn’t even care that he wasn’t inside you yet, all you could focus on was how hard n warm his dick was. “you already gonna cum? hm?” eren breathlessly chuckled and you replied with a weak ‘uh huh.’ one side of eren wanted to take charge so bad and just fuck you silly, but the other part of him was loving how you were taking the lead and becoming so so consumed in the pleasure you were getting just from grinding on his dick.

within minutes you were cumming on his dick with a pathetic whimper, your hands slamming onto his chest so you were able to ride out your orgasm for as long as possible. you were incredibly sensitive in that moment thanks to the two blunts you previously smoked, but that didn’t stop you from wrapping your hand around eren’s dick, using your cum as a lubricant to slowly jerk him off. “just…just need a minute to regroup,” you breathlessly giggled, flicking your wrist a tad faster. eren groaned quietly, his eyes fluttering shut. “take all the time you need baby i’m—s-shit, i’m content as can be right now,” and he really was!! he had gods most beautiful creation taking care of him how could he not be loving life right now??

“‘kay think i’m ready,” you whispered to yourself before moving your body up until his tip was at your entrance. you slowly lowered yourself down, whining at the stretch. it rlly didn’t matter how many times you and eren had fucked you just couldn’t quite get used to the stinging stretch from that first push in. you finally bottomed out and eren’s hands wasted no time finding purchase on your hips. you felt so full.

“feels s’good ren,” you mewled, slowly moving your hips up and down. you pressed your lips to his in a needy kiss which he happily returned, shoving his tongue in your mouth in the process. “i know baby i know. feel so fuckin’ good—like heaven i swear you feel like heaven,” he grunted, bucking his hips up. you sucked his bottom lip into your mouth, giving it a few soft nibbles. ‘so cute’ he thought to himself as you suckled on his lip. he brought his thumb to your clit, rubbing lazy circles onto the throbbing nub. “keep doin’ that m’gonna cum again,” your voice was becoming slurred as your second orgasm of the day was approaching.

you buried your face in eren’s neck letting out little chants of his name as your orgasm washed over you. your mind was so fuzzy the only thing keeping you grounded was the smell of eren’s pine scented body wash. “come back to me baby it’s okay i got you,” he murmured in your ear, stroking your back gently. “want…want some more but i can’t do it, need you to take control please,” you whimpered, twirling your fingers in the silky soft strands of his hair.

eren pressed a kiss to the side of your head and wrapped his strong arms around your back before bucking his hips up. usually his pace would be fast and unforgiving, but he knew you had plans for the day and didn’t want to make you completely fucked out. “yeah jus’ like that baby…love the way you fuck me,” your honey smooth voice moaned directly into his ear. oh how eren loved the praise. eren glanced at the alarm clock on your side of the bed:

10:37 AM

as much as he wanted to savor this moment he knew you’d need at least a thirty minute breather to regroup from the sex, and then it would take you about a good hour to get ready for brunch so unfortunately he had to make this quick. his thrusts picked up and you squealed from how hard his dick was bumping into your pressure point. yeah you’d definitely need a pretty long break afterwards. you removed your face from his neck and after what felt like an eternity eren was able to see your gorgeous semi-fucked out face. you couldn’t help the little droplet of drool that escaped from your kiss swollen lips—he was fucking you that good.

“c’mon renny gimme that nut i need it,” you pouted, squishing his cheeks together and giving him a sloppy kiss. eren moaned into your mouth, his thrusts becoming sloppier by the second. “m’gonna give it to you don’t worry—f-fuck gonna…gonna fill that pretty pussy up,” he practically growled, giving you a harsh smack on your ass.

“gonna fill you up so full you’re gonna feel me in your tummy all—”

thrust

“fucking”

thrust

“day”

really really hard thrust

“oh shit!” you cried, unintentionally biting down pretty hard on eren’s poor bottom lip. the mix of pain and pleasure had eren’s eyes rolling as he finally came inside you with a deep groan. you weren’t too far behind, your orgasm hitting you like a truck. eren stilled his movements completely but kept your body in an iron grip against his. he hadn’t even realized your head had found purchase once again nuzzled into his neck until he heard little sniffles. worry began to coarse through his veins as he lifted your head from his neck, inspecting your face with his brows furrowed.

“what’s wrong? what happened? did i hurt you? why are you crying? talk to me please,” questions were coming out of his mouth left and right making you giggle. “wha-what? why are you laughing?” the smallest pout was settling on his lips and you internally cooed at how cute he was being. you cradled his jaw in your hands, giving his nose a soft kiss. “m’fine ren it was just a little intense, that shit is strong,” you laughed again, referring to the two roaches in the ashtray. eren let out a tiny sigh of relief after hearing you were okay, a small smile now making its way onto his lips. “damn you bit my lip kinda hard huh?” he chuckled, sweeping his tongue over his bottom lip and tasted the faintest bit of something metallic.

“m’sorry baby,” you frowned giving his lips three kisses. you slowly lifted yourself off of him making you both groan in unison. “i should probably go shower—don’t wanna be late,” you sighed, sitting up, careful not to let eren see the wince on your face. although eren was tough as nails, seeing you in any kind of pain after sex absolutely broke him.

eren sat up as well and followed you to the bathroom, his eyes drifting to the cum that slowly made its way down your thigh. “didn’t you already shower while i was sleep?” you quirked an eyebrow as steam began to fill the room. eren wrapped his arms around you from behind, giving your neck a sweet kiss, “i did but i certainly don’t mind taking another one with you.” you felt something hard poke at your back and it was all starting to make sense. “really eren? really? we just got done not even ten minutes ago,” you giggled breaking out of his hold. eren licked his lips as he examined your naked body, “s’not my fault ole boy likes you so much.”

“yeah whatever horndog.”

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ashwhowrites · 20 days

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Eddie Munson x cheerleader! reader, Eds and Reader don't know each other, but Max and Dustin know both Eddie and Reader, and they both think that they would be a great couple so they try to get them to know each other but it never works. But what if Reader goes to the trailer park to take care of Max, or help her with homework but on her way to Max's trailer, Reader falls and Eddie sees it and helps her, after some time, Eddie and Reader start dating and it made Max and Dustin happy but they argue about who made that it happened? (I hope this make sense! I just imagine Max and Dustin seeing how similar Reader and Eddie are in some aspects so they're like, yeah, they would be a great couple, but for some reason, they can't make them like meet each other or even see each other! you can change some things if you think it'll be better!)

I love writing Max as a bestie. This idea is adorable. I hope this is what you wanted and you enjoy it! Thank you for requesting♥︎

Wingman vs Wingwoman

Max was surprised to find herself being friends with a cheerleader, granted it was forced in the beginning. Max's mom has been on an insane level since everything happened with Billy, so she refuses to let Max be alone. Y/N became Max's babysitter, Max wasn't warmed to the idea at first but now it was more of friends hanging out compared to babysitting.

Y/N was way more chill and interesting than the other cheerleaders, shocking Max. They talked, watched horror movies, shared comic books, and went to skate parks. With all of Y/N's badass interests, Max realized she might not be the only one who would adore her. Max knew she had to get Y/N to meet Eddie.

Dustin fell in love with Y/N the second she walked into the student council. Dustin's mom wanted him to engage in more school activities ( apparently hellfire wasn't real enough. ) But the student council wasn't horrible when Y/N was the president. Dustin was a love-sick puppy when it came to her and he practically was her vice president with how much he did for the club. Or for her. With her leading confidence and how high she held her head, Dustin couldn't help but see a bit of Eddie in her. That's when it snapped in Dustin's head that Eddie would love to meet this girl.

~~~

Max was rushing Y/N to Hellfire with a purpose in mind.

"I'm gonna be late for the student council!" Y/N groaned as Max dragged her arm down the opposite hallway.

"I know! I just need to show you something." Max said, a tiny smirk on her face. Her blue eyes lit up with mischief.

Max cheered as they reached the door, Y/N looked at her confused for two reasons. One, Max was excited about something, and two it was about a door with hellfire written on cardboard.

"What the hell is this?" Y/N asked, Max didn't answer, so she yanked open the door.

Max's smile and mood fell when she didn't see Eddie. Just the same losers she always saw.

"Where is he?" Max demanded, her foot stomped against the glossy floor.

"Dustin, dude, we can't be late for this campaign. The rest of the sheep are already set up." Eddie scolded but Dustin didn't listen. Just yanking Eddie down the hall.

"Just one minute!" Dustin groaned. He sighed at the lack of patience Eddie had.

"Where are we even going?" Eddie huffed.

"Tada!" Dustin cheered as he yanked open the wooden door. Eddie peeked in over Dustin's head and felt confused.

"Tada? It's a group of nerds talking about the school."

"It's called the student council, and she's not here!" Dustin growled. Where the hell was she?

~~~

Max and Dustin had no idea they were trying to get Y/N and Eddie to see each other. And they had no idea they were backfiring each other's plans.

"No! I need Eddie, I've been trying to get him to meet this girl for weeks!" Max snapped at Dustin, her icy blue eyes glaring straight at him.

Dustin felt himself shivering in fear but tried to stay confident.

"I don't care. I've got a way better girl for Eddie to meet."

"Mine's better, just watch." Max scoffed as she raced off on her skateboard.

"What did red want?" Eddie asked as he walked to his van.

"No clue. But look, I need you to drop me off at school early tomorrow, student council meeting." Dustin lied, Eddie huffed but agreed as he started the engine.

"Max, what's up? Dustin said he needed me this morning." Y/N asked as Max kept looking up and down the hallways.

"I just need to see something!" Max said as she looked into the parking lot. She saw Eddie's van but she couldn't find him at all. She checked all the rooms she knew Eddie knew but nothing.

"Dude, we've been here for ten minutes, when does this meeting start? We are the only ones here." Eddie sighed. He could have gotten another hour of sleep but this damn kid.

Dustin checked his watch with a pit of anxiety in his stomach. Y/N said she'd be here and she is nowhere to be seen.

"Whatever. I'm going to have a smoke." Eddie said as he walked out the door.

Not even two minutes later Y/N walked in with a grumpy Max.

"Of fucking course," Dustin said as he shook his head.

~~~

Max and Dustin were slowly wanting to give up. Every plan they had was backfired. Somehow Eddie and Y/N were always at the wrong place at the right time.

Y/N groaned as she walked through the muddy trailer park. She regretted wearing her nice shoes. A huge van came speeding down the road, frightening her into slipping in the mud.

She groaned as she landed on her ass. Now her clothes were as muddy as her shoes.

The van slammed on their breaks and a boy came running out.

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry." The boy apologized, he kneeled next to her as he softly helped her stand up.

She went to scream in his face but once she took in his face, she was silent. He was the most gorgeous boy she's ever seen. His soft skin, bone structure, nice jaw, and flowing brown curls rested on his shoulders.

"Oh, that's alright." She shrugged off with a smile. She was sure she'd have fallen for him the same way if he still wasn't holding her up by the waist.

Eddie didn't hear a word she said. Too amazed at how beautiful the girl was. He didn't even realize he was still touching her until she shifted.

"Shit sorry." He apologized again as he removed his hands. He took in her muddy clothes.

"This will sound so creepy, but can I drive you to my trailer to get you new clothes? I feel awful." Eddie smiled as she laughed.

"It is super creepy, but I also don't want to babysit in these clothes." So she agreed and they rode off to his trailer. Only to connect the dots that Max was right across the way.

"Here! It's just an old shirt and some sweatpants." Eddie said as he handed Y/N the clothes.

"Do you want me to drive you to the trailer you need?" Eddie asked as they stood at his front door.

"It's actually just right there so I can walk. Thank you, what was your name?" She asked.

"Eddie Munson, and you?" He asked as he held out his hand.

Max eyed Y/N as she walked in covered in mud and clothes in her hand.

"What happened to you?" Max asked as she got off the couch.

"Slipped in mud, but I got new clothes so gonna change!" Y/N said she walked into the bathroom, with a smile on her face.

~~~

A month passed and Max was preparing to give up. No matter what she did, she never got Eddie and Y/N in the same room.

"Why can't you come tonight again?" Max asked, Y/N walked beside her down the hallway.

"I've got a date, but your mom is staying home," Y/N explained.

"Where is the date? I've got a guy for you and I bet he's way better than whatever loser you picked yourself."

"Rude, he is not a loser. I appreciate in a weird way that you want to set me up, but I'm fine. We are going to the movies."

"Dustin, I can't! I'm going to the movies for a date." Eddie sighed as he searched for an outfit to wear.

"Waste of time, bro. I've got the perfect girl for you. Just cancel, then come be my wingman at the diner then I'll set you guys up!" Dustin argued.

"First, I am way too old to be your wingman. It's creepy. And second, this girl is hot, I'm not ditching."

"Come on dude! You are my only ride and my mom said I needed a babysitter. Steve is working so please?"

"She's here, see ya," Dustin said as he ran to an empty booth with his date.

Eddie picked a seat where he could see the back of Dustin's head.

He smiled when Y/N took the seat across from him, blocking Dustin.

They dived into a conversation and the time flew by in seconds.

Dustin said goodbye to his date and walked over to Eddie, he noticed Eddie was alone.

"Stood up?" Dustin mocked as he pointed to the empty seat.

"Bathroom, now beat it," Eddie said, but Dustin sat down instead.

"I've got nowhere to go, you are my ride." Dustin shrugged, grabbing a fry from the plate in the middle of the table. "Plus, my girl would be so much better for you."

Max walked into the diner, and her mom drove her to pick up dinner. She waited near the counter as she waited. She gasped when Y/N walked out of the bathroom.

"What are you doing here? I thought you had a date?" Max asked, her arms crossed.

"I do! We changed it to her because he had to babysit." Y/N explained.

"Babysit? Can't get a real job?" Max mocked and rolled her eyes.

"Watch it. I'm a babysitter." Y/N declared as she glared at the younger girl.

"Is he still here? I want to meet him so I can prove my guy is better."

Y/N sighed but agreed, walking Max to the table.

"Dustin?"

"Y/N?"

Eddie looked between them confused, "you two know each other?"

"How the hell do you know her?" Dustin spazzed as he looked at Eddie with huge eyes.

"EDDIE IS THE GUY!" Max squealed, and Y/N was confused about her showing a positive emotion.

"What is going on?" Eddie and Y/N asked at the same time.

After Dustin and Max explained their sides, they left the couple alone. Dustin walked Max out to her car, killing time until Eddie was ready to leave.

"I so did that." Dustin bragged, he nodded in improvement as Eddie slid his arm around Y/N as they walked out.

"They didn't even know you were trying to set them up, plus she met him because of me!" Max argued

"No, she did not!" Dustin fought back.

"Yes huh!"

"No huh!"

"It's kinda cute they wanted us together so much," Y/N said, walking out of the diner.

"I'm surprised Dustin thought I was in your league." Eddie chuckled, his arm still over her shoulder.

"I'm surprised you'd even like a cheerleader," Y/N replied.

"When they look like you? Yeah, I like the cheerleader." Eddie teased, but his heart raced as she laughed and swatted at his chest.

He might have to give Dustin a praise for this.

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bomber-grl · 4 months

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New years kiss

Damian Wayne x Gn!reader

Now that the holidays were wrapping up there was just one more around the corner, new years.

You honestly spend such a good time with the Wayne family on Christmas, which is celebrated in the family more as a way to be with one another rather than religious purposes.

That day was spectacular, honestly more so since you got even closer to kissing your boyfriend.

Ok ok sure, it’s a bit weird to not have kissed earlier but you’ve only been dating for a little while, you should really cut yourself some slack.

Your train of thought was wiped away as soon as Damian called your name.

“Huh?” You look up from your seat at school.

“I said if you’d like to spend new years with my family” he said, more than obviously trying to seem nonchalant about it all.

“Ummm sure! I don’t mind” you said in response and Damian just shrugged and walked away once the bell rung.

It was so cold in Gotham and although you were initially reluctant at accepting Damian’s offer of having Alfred pick you up, you’re glad as hell you did.

The car soon stopped in front of Wayne manor and Alfred opened the door for you.

The sharp contrast of outside making you really want to just stay inside the car but you really shouldn’t keep Alfred, or Damian for the matter, waiting.

Once you stepped inside and removed your coat and scarf Damian approached you and took you into his arms.

“Your cheeks are cold” he said as he touched your cheek with his hand.

“Yea I guess so” you leaned your head against said hand that was then yanked away.

“Awww how cute” the voice said teasing the both of you

You whipped around and saw Tim.

“when’s the wedding?”

“Ugh shut up Tim” he took you by the hand and walked off into his room while you heard Tim laugh.

Damian quickly plopped down onto his bed and motioned you to lay besides him just as fast.

“What’s got you all worked up?” You asked, half teasing half genuine.

“Nothing” He turned around and had his back to you.

You probably would’ve been a bit upset at his reaction but his more than evident blush on his ears and neck just made you even more curious.

Well for now you’ll leave it, next time tho, you’ll definitely pry.

The next thing you knew you were being called down to dinner that you’d best describe as chaotic.

I mean sure, there was teasing from more than enough people but more than anything everyone was having a good time, yourself included.

Eventually though, the sun set and the sky darkened, the time that everyone had been waiting for finally arrived.

“Finally” cass said in passing as she stretched a bit and got some of the fireworks and passed them out amongst everyone with the help of Grayson.

You and Damian stayed with the group and lit fireworks for the majority of the night but eventually you two broke off from them and chose to sit on the roof.

Of course only after you were told to keep safe and not to do anything risky.

“Here take my hand” Damian offered you a hand at finally climbing to the top of the roof, a mission you successfully accomplished.

“Phew I was honestly kind of worried that while climbing up here things would go south” you said as you let out sigh and sat comfortably.

“Same but I’m glad we just got this view” Damian motioned to the fact you can see a good part of Gotham and it’s lights.

“Yea…” you said as you stared in awe and Damian was doing something else you didn’t quite register.

No! You had to focus, this was the night you were going to have your first kiss with Damian.

“Wow I can’t believe it’s almost 12” he said as he held his phone, finally breaking you out of your train of thought.

“Yea, it’s crazy how long it’s been since we met” you said reminiscing.

“Yea.. remember when -“ you were quickly shut up by Damian’s hand over your mouth, his head was hung low and spoke softly.

With obvious confusion blatant on your face he began to speak louder, “don’t… don’t say anything while we’re at the manor, anything we say can possibly be listened to and… I’d rather not have Tim or anyone else black mail me”.

With him saying this you’d assume he was angry, but it was difficult to take him seriously when there was blush from his ears to his cheeks.

“Pffffttt— haha! Seriously Damian you’re too cute!” You start laughing as you playfully push him.

“No I’m not!” Was what Damian said among other things that were lost to the sound of your laughter.

After you finally calmed down you looked at Damian and took note of his obvious pout.

“Hey” you placed both hands on his cheeks and gently moved his face to mirror that of your own.

“What?” He said trying his best to keep stoic

“What if… we kissed?” Immediately Damian’s eyes widened and his blush returned at full force.

“Like..right now?” He asked, clearly treading carefully with how it came out as a whisper.

“Yes, only if you want to though” you said bashfully but still giving him room to back away if he didn’t want to.

His eyes avoided yours but ultimately his body language told you all you needed to know .

The two of you calmed down and there was nothing but silence.

Then the two of you leaned in, you could sense his body stiffen up and so you moved your hand over to grab his.

His body relaxed into the kiss and interlocked your hands.

The two of you flew apart and looked towards the source once you heard the loud bangs, fireworks decorating the night sky and illuminating Damian’s flushing face in the dark.

You quickly grabbed your phone and it read-

12:00 a.m Jan. 1st

“Hey Damiannnnn” you said as you chose to call him on your cell while lazing around.

It as only a few days later and you were talking to Damian once again, at first it was a bit awkward and Shy but baby steps.

“Yknow Damian…” you said trailing off

“What?” He said obviously distracted with something else.

“I can’t believe it’s been a year since I saw you-“

*beep*

….

He hung up…

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cas-kingdom · 5 months

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Something Borrowed, Something Blue

A/N: Just a little something.

Title: Something Borrowed, Something Blue

Summary: Ten is back, and by God are you going to hold his hand so he never leaves again.

Words: 1220

He had registered it when it happened, of course. The feeling of warm, human skin—your warm, human skin—against his own, that familiar rapid pulse beneath his fingertips, was not something he could ever forget. And when it was this specific hand you were holding onto, attached to this specific arm leading to this specific face, he truly couldn’t blame you.

He guessed it had been a good hour. An hour since he’d regenerated, since you’d recognised his new-but-not-at-all-new face and your own face had lit up, utterly devoid of the dread you’d had before. And you’d hugged him, and he’d hugged you, and you’d latched onto his hand and hadn’t yet let go. Running around the TARDIS, landing her, holding Donna’s box, riding in the taxi, sneaking through the crash zone…your hands had been wrapped tightly around the other, each a constant, solid presence.

So, though he had registered it, the conscious recognition didn’t come until he yanked you towards him when he instinctively reached with that hand for the screwdriver. Balancing on your haunches beneath him, you stumbled a bit. An apology was on his lips until he glanced down and saw the white knuckles wrapped around his.

He looked up. Recovered from your little topple, you were staring straight at him.

“Y/N.” He said it softly, eyebrows raising, and you blinked. There was a deep concern in your bright eyes. Not visible on the surface, only he could see it, because he could always see through you.

He lifted his hand, the one attached to you, and the corner of his lips lifted slightly. “I need my hand back for a minute,” he said.

Your face seemed to visibly pale. You sat properly on the ground and slowly released your death grip, your fingers returning to their pinkness. You didn’t quite let go though, your gaze seeming anchored to your hands as though…as though it was the one thing keeping him there with you.

The Doctor hummed. “Hey, you.” You caught your bottom lip between your teeth and looked at him. He stretched out his free hand and tapped your nose. “It’s alright,” he promised you, offering a smile.

You nodded, hesitant at first, but more assured as you quickly dropped his hand and drew it back to your chest, holding it there with the other. “I know.”

The Doctor reached into his pocket for the screwdriver, eyes never once leaving you. You were distracting yourself from not physically feeling him, scratching at your head, twirling hair around your fingers, that leg shake you did whenever you felt restless. He couldn’t quite remember you being so anxious when he’d been him all those years ago. An inquisitive child, you’d followed him absolutely everywhere, but you hadn’t needed the assurance of his hand in yours to know he wasn’t going to leave you. But then, times had changed, and so had the both of you. He’d regenerated and regenerated and regenerated since, each one sucking a tiny bit more life from you than the one before. No wonder you’d grabbed the first hint of familiarity you’d received in fifteen years and not let go.

The Doctor stretched his legs out and rested his crossed ankles on a concrete block. He drew a box in the air with his sonic, a map of sorts, hoping to figure out what exactly the spaceship was and how he was expected to save little old Earth this time. Without looking down, he jerked his head a little to the side. “Space next to me,” he said.

A moment later you were beside him, crossing your legs beneath you, hands on your lap as though you had no clue what else to do with them. You watched as he fiddled with the sonic and sat in silence for a good ten seconds. Until he stopped. And he turned to look at you. And when your eyes met, his brows furrowed, and a smile, full of nostalgia and sadness, slowly spread across his face. He reached out to cup your cheek, his thumb rubbing the skin. Tears sprung to your eyes.

“I missed you,” you whispered.

“I know. Come here.”

He stretched his arm out, allowing you to move closer and all but bury yourself in his side. His arm wrapped around your back and the other went instinctively to your head, holding you close to his chest.

Your gentle sniffles weren’t hard to miss. He kissed the top of your head, lingering there for a bit, shutting his eyes. “I’m here now, Y/N. I’m here.”

“But for how long?”

He couldn’t answer that. Something was niggling in the back of his mind. This face was being borrowed for an undetermined amount of time, some cruel trick from the universe that by God he couldn’t help but be thankful for.

“Let’s not worry about that now,” he said. He removed the hand from your head and put it between you, feeling you grasp it. You held it tightly, that little hand, that hand he had watched grow, that sweet girl he had raised, and sent a silent prayer to whoever would bloody listen that he’d have longer than he dreaded this time.

“You look different, you know,” you spoke softly a moment later. You turned your head to rest your cheek against him.

The Doctor rose a brow, running his tongue along his teeth. “That so?”

“Still the same, but different.”

“Ah. You look different too, you know. From when this face last saw you, that is.”

“I grew up.”

The Doctor frowned, subconsciously holding you that bit tighter. “Yeah,” he said, “yeah, you did. Can you stop that, by the way? Growing up? I’m not the biggest fan, you know.”

You pretended to think about it wiping at your eyes with your free hand. “Don’t think so.”

“Big shame, that. Massive shame. Probably the biggest shame of all. I remember when you were little little, when I had to tie your shoelaces for you and peel your oranges.” The latter was still true now, come to think of it. “But you’re still that same little girl, aren’t you, hm?” He lifted his head a little to peer down at you, trying to catch your gaze. “Aren’t you, Y/N?” There was a point hidden in those words. A point he’d had to reiterate so many times before on so many different levels. No matter his face, no matter his personality, no matter anything, he was still the same. The same Doctor. The same alien. The same being who loved you with all of his hearts. And he needed to remind you of that, to prepare you, because if what he feared would happen happened, he wanted—he needed it to be easy. For your sake. As easy as it could be. In whatever way helped you. In whatever way gave you back that life he’d inadvertently had a hand in destroying.

You drew away from him to look him in the eyes. Your own eyes were glistening, but you sniffed and held them back. You smiled lightly, then rose on your knees to wrap your arms around his neck in a tight hug. The Doctor returned it without hesitation, shutting his eyes.

“‘Course I am,” you said quietly. “Just like you.”

“Just like me.”

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lizzytheglizzydogtheglock9000 · 7 months

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Hi hi!! I love your writing so much!! I saw you had a prompt list and was wondering if you could do number 11 with the Tenth Doctor 👉👈 I feel like that’s something he would say. Thanks I’m advance! 🫶

Guys I am indeed actually alive, it's just been a hot minute since I've felt any motivation to really come back and write things. But I am back, and I have no idea if I'll be consistent with this or not, it just sparked my interest again. I really appreciate all the consistent support from you guys!! <3333

Tenth Doctor x FemReader

"Yes I have feelings for you, moving on."

"Y/N?! Can I come in???"

You heard a flurry of knocks at your bedroom door as an excited Doctor rushed in before waiting for an answer.

"Why yes Doctor you may enter my room," you laughed. "What if I was changing or something in here?"

"Well I uh.. It hasn't happened yet!" he fought back.

You giggled and rolled your eyes at how flustered he got, something that you noticed happening often. Although you just chalked it up to that being a part of his personality, especially when he has so many lovely women flirting with him on your trips together.

He flopped onto your bed and stared at you.

"So! What are we doing today hm? Go see the stars of Ntiri, or perhaps an alien market, or we could go back to the time of the Renaissance!" he ended with a flair.

"A ball sounds nice, like in France. Marie Antoinette times! But preferably without the Reign of Terror, running isn't exactly on my wishlist for things today," you pondered aloud.

He jumped up and twirled you around, making you go all the way up on your tippy toes.

"Well alrighty then Ms. Y/N! The Yew Ball awaits!"

You rush out to see him start slamming levers and pulling bits and bobs as your center of balance is thrown away like it wasn't even there in the first place. It always amazed you how the Doctor managed to stay up the way he did. He was by no means the most graceful man you had ever met, but the TARDIS didn't seem to throw him around the same way it did you.

As he pulled you up and brushed some stray hairs out of your eyes, a thought hit you.

"Doctor?"

"Yes love?" he replied.

"Where are we supposed to get the right attire for this? My blouse and blue jeans won't exactly fit in a 16th century setting."

"Ah, don't worry about that, I'll get it all sorted out for us," he grinned.

The two of you walked out of the TARDIS, finding yourselves in a storage closet of sorts. You walked out and around the corner, up so many stairs you thought you might pass out, and then finally a couple more turns before stopping at a large white door with gold details.

The Doctor rapped on the door gently before a small brown haired woman appeared in a plain corset and dress.

He whipped out his psychic paper and the woman's face lit up.

"Oh! Madame you must hurry the ball starts soon!!!" she chimed.

She yanked you into the room as you gave the Doctor a very confused look while he just simply grinned back at you.

You then spent the next few hours getting your makeup done and having a multitude of dresses shown for you to choose from. It took at least one of those hours to convince the women helping you to not make you wear a wig, even if it is a sign of wealth, you just can't stand the itchiness.

Eventually, you made your way to the main ball room, stopping at the top of the stairs. The Doctor stood with his hands in his pockets admiring the view around him opposite you.

As his gaze met yours his eyes lit up and a wide smile crossed his face. He was in a royal, no, TARDIS blue coat and pants, with a golden waistcoat, and creme colored tights that he looked very upset to be wearing.

The two of you met at the top of the largest staircase, where the other two converged.

"You look absolutely stunning Y/N," he whispered.

You were given a ball gown in the exact same shade of gold as the Doctor's waistcoat, with your corset and center piece of material a light shade of cornflower blue, complementing your complexion perfectly.

"You look rather dashing yourself Doctor," you cooed.

He bowed to you deeply, arose, then held out a delicate hand to lead you down the stairs.

You proceeded to wander around the room, talking to many couples, eventually getting to meet Marie Antoinette herself. She found you most exciting, and thought you were the most intelligent person in the room.

The night began to slow, and the Doctor was leading you in your final waltz for the night.

"Doctor, I wouldn't have traded this night for anything," you said softly. "Although we must go into the past more often, we don't go nearly enough."

"I agree, the nights are always wonderful with the one you love most..." he stated holding onto your hand even tighter.

"Wait.. Doctor say that again?"

You couldn't believe what he had just said, did he really just say that he loved you the most??

"Yes, I have feelings for you, moving on," he brushed off.

"Wait a minute you can't just move on from this Doctor! You really love me?"

"My dear Y/N, why in the multitude of universes, wouldn't I love you? You are the sweetest person I've ever met, you're strong, capable, and gorgeous to the moons and back."

You blushed and smiled fondly.

"Which moons Doctor?"

"Any of them love, as long as you come with me," he whispered, tipping your chin up and kissing you gently.

You felt a swirl of emotions that you never knew you could feel before, and even more as he swung you off your feet, and placing you down gently.

"Uh, Doctor.. I think we're being stared at," you pointed out.

The entire room turned to look at you both, A truly handsome couple, the queen thought.

He placed a hand around your waist and began leading you back to the TARDIS.

"Well then, they'll definitely be staring after they see us walking into broom closet together," he snickered.

Your mouth dropped but returned to a content smile, not believing the wonderful night that just occurred.

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icallhimjoey · 9 months

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So, have you ever thought about this: Joey agreed to casually have sex with you but finds himself not being able to be casual about it at all so he starts trying to make a connection but you’re running away from these conversations?

(Having an intense måneskin-phase, can’t get over Baby said) ✨

- @nadixm

the way this request lit something on FIRE inside of me was a little unexpected, but thank you so much for sending it in! wasnt able to stop thinking about it after receiving it, so, <3 (girlies, this is obviously going to be 18+ so proceed with caution, and minors: fuck off) Wordcount: 3.9K

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More Than This

part one - part two - part three - part four - part five

You were pretending you didn’t catch that.

But you’d seen him look.

Had felt his eyes on you.

That soft, half-lidded adoring type of shit, which was usually just this sappy post-orgasmic bliss Joe would swim in for a little bit.

Nothing more than biology. Hormones surging around the system and shit. That was all.

Joe would hook an arm somewhere and hold you in place until you gained the strength to let your combined sweat work in your favour, to let you slip free from him. Head for a shower if you were at your own flat – and hope Joe would let himself out whilst you were in there – or straight back into your clothes you’d have to pick up from the floor when you were at Joe’s.

You were in bed with him now, at his flat. You’d started by his front door about forty minutes ago – didn’t need more than a sultry look into each other’s eyes for you to be on him.

Joe hadn’t even greeted you, just stood in his own doorway and waited on the threshold for you to pop out of the lift. And then he didn’t step aside when you approached him.

Gave you no other choice but to launch yourself at him, did he?

Would only let you in if you were attached to him by the mouth and full torso, already ripping clothes from yourself or from him. Only then would he let you inside, turning the both of you around and into his flat for fear of you leaving clothing items out in the communal hallway.

It was like that with Joe.

You liked it like that with Joe.

Not much talk.

All sex.

Maybe a, “Is this new?” if you wore a top he’d never seen before, or a, “Blue, I like blue,” if he saw you’d changed your nails. Superficial shit. Things he’d see and could say something about to feign normal people chat. You never participated. Didn’t react to what he said. Would just yank the belt from his jeans which always either hurt you or hurt Joe.

And then it would get kissed better.

One time you bruised yourself because the belt whipped back at you, right in the face, and it had one of those metal pieces at the end that really fucking hurt. Joe had kissed you better for a long time then. All your escapades blended together, they had started to a short little while back, but you remembered that one time vividly because it was a real stand out. The way you’d gone from shooting pain in the face, pain that left your cheekbone legit bruised in blues and purples surrounding a bright yellow swollen bit of skin, to the pleasure of being cared for and being cared for was different.

Good different.

If you were feeling particularly needy, you’d refer to it still. Would ask Joe to kiss a random part of you better. You’d just point somewhere and go, “Am I red here? Skin’s not broken, is it?” because asking if something was bruised felt too on the nose.

Like Joe didn’t know what you were doing.

Not that it mattered.

Joe would kiss you anywhere for however long you wanted. And if he’d move away, and your throat made a desperate little noise, he’d just be back on you.

Anyway.

It was never anything too adventurous with Joe, but it was always good. It was good that you knew what to expect. Meant you weren’t scared of suggestions that would make you go, ugh, okay, this was fun whilst it lasted, but big nope.

Like, feet shit. Listen, no offence, but if Joe was going to suggest for you to step onto some pudding barefoot, this would be over real fast.

But it had never been like that.

Would never be like that.

You knew who to text for predictable sex that always happened on a soft surface. Where the rough person in the room was you, and you were by no means hard-handed. You’d maybe take Joe’s jaw into your hands a little rough every once in a while, because it’d make his pink lips look even more plush. Would occasionally leave teeth marks near his collar bone or around his thumb. But, that was about the extent of it.

Joe knew his lane. Could still surprise you within that lane from time to time, but you liked that Joe would never pretend to accidentally leave a ball gag out. No, oops how did that get here? sort of dumb shit.

No.

You’d lay eyes on each other and then get to a bed or a sofa as quickly as you could. Limbs tangled. Always kissing. Sharing breaths.

Joe loved kissing. Used it as foreplay but could do it for long without letting it go further until you’d grow restless, which always made Joe grin into the press of his lips against yours. Those were things you’d come to classify as one of the softer moments.

You didn’t mind a bit of emotion.

But kissing you until you were absolutely hungry for more, and then smiling where you could feel it? Almost too soft of a moment.

Those moments were tricky and were best kept to a minimum.

The looking at you after was one of those softer moments too. You were on your back and catching your breath as you stared up at the ceiling, and Joe was just sort of... staring at you. Slowly studying your face from the side, letting his eyes dance over your profile like he’d never seen it before.

Joe looked and looked and looked until you turned your head and he quickly looked away. Pretended he hadn’t been looking. Like peripheral vision wasn’t a thing.

“I don’t like it when you do that,”

Blunt.

But it was sort of nice to just say what you were thinking without being afraid of hurting feelings.

There were no feelings.

Nothing to hurt around here.

“What?”

Joe turned his head back and looked again. Less deep this time though. Not so hormonal.

“Look at you? After what we’ve just done I can’t look at you?”

He knew you’d seen. Was about to say he shouldn’t be blamed because it was sort of your fault. Had you seen yourself? Did you know what you looked like to others? To men? To him, after what you’d just done to each other and with each other?

He didn’t think you knew. Well, maybe you knew, but you’d never understand.

“No, you can look,” you lied, because you really did not like it. Made you feel all sorts of uncomfortable.

“But the looking away when I catch you does my head in. Look at me like you mean it or keep your eyes closed.”

It earned a huff of laughter from Joe who now rolled over onto his side to watch without restriction. No hiding what he was doing. You could only bear a couple of seconds of it before you sat up, stomach muscles working hard at pulling you upright, earning a groan that escaped your constricted throat.

“No, come on,” Joe’s hand was quick, moved from his side to grab at one of your arms. “I won’t look, all right?” he tried, like that would change everything and make you lay back down again.

You’d already scooped your bra up from the floor.

“I’ve got an early day tomorrow,” you said over your shoulder as you sorted the straps before covering your chest back up.

Joe let himself fall back as he let an annoyed sound escape him when you reached for your underwear next. If it had been any more guttural, you’d maybe have taken it seriously.

“You’ve always got an early day tomorrow,” he complained.

“Yea, well, some of us have office hours they need to abide by, can’t just go gallivant whenever we’d like, have to request time off and– it’s a whole ordeal,” you spoke like your life was burdened by the structure of a steady job and a permanent contract.

It wasn’t.

But, you know. You couldn’t go out and stay out late on random Tuesdays like Joe could.

Not that you wanted to go out with Joe on random Tuesdays.

You wanted Joe in between some sheets for an hour on random Tuesdays. And, any other time when you were up for it, really. When you wanted soft touches and face-to-face sex where Joe forced eye-contact.

No.

Joe never forced anything.

But Joe would go, “hey,” real soft, would repeat it until you actually heard it, and it would make you look at him. Then he’d hold your gaze. Was very intense sometimes, especially if you were close and he held eye-contact right as he fucked you through it.

If that was one of the softer moments was still up for debate. Maybe occasionally it was. Kind of depended on your mood, though.

“You got any plans for the weekend then?” Joe’d given up on trying to keep you there for now, and instead focussed on when the next time would be.

You shrugged. “Not really.”

Your sister’s boyfriend had a birthday barbecue that you’d attend, and you needed to find a good cobbler to fix a shoe you’d broken in a mad dash for a tube replacement bus the other day but – no real plans. You vaguely recalled other plans for the Friday night, but nothing was set in stone. There was still plenty of time for a little limb-tangling with Joe.

“Are you around?” you asked, pulling your top over your head, and standing up before turning to see Joe working his arms as he tried to place the covers back in the correct position from where he laid.

“Should be,”

“All right,” you nodded and found your jeans.

“All right,” Joe copied your tone of voice and the nod. You frowned at how corny that was.

“I’m stealing a drink from your fridge,” you said, stepping into said jeans and already making your way out of the bedroom.

“Squash is on the side,” Joe lazily gestured, having learnt by now you never just drank a bottle of water normally like a sane person. Then quickly and more pressingly Joe followed up with, “And I don’t want to find mouthfuls of my leftovers missing!”

You grinned to yourself out of his sight.

You were absolutely going to stick a fork into whatever tubs he had in there. You deserved it after swallowing Joe the way you had moments ago, and he knew it too.

“Focus on the important things, Joe,” you called back from the kitchen, going for a fork. “Like condoms. You’ve barely got any left.”

Fork in hand, you went for the fridge. Found a bottle of water in the door that you were going to put some squash into in a second.

And then, when your eyes looked towards the shelves, your breath hitched in your throat.

This idiot.

What an... all right. Nope. You weren’t going to do this. This wasn’t who you and Joe were and you weren’t going to play along with this.

You see, Joe was a Tupperware man – would always cook too much and then dump whatever he had left over into Tupperware that would fill up his fridge until he could go a full week just eating what he’d already cooked up days ago. It was a side effect of living alone and not knowing fucking portion sizes. Especially for pasta.

Almost every leftover Joe ever had in his fridge was pasta.

Made sense.

You also couldn’t measure spaghetti for the life of you.

What annoyed you about it most was how Joe seemed sort of messy, like any guy was messy, but the inside of his fridge was organised to the point where you thought he had health inspection checking up on him. It was all dated with sharpies – the leftovers. Like he was a professional chef that couldn’t get away with opening something up and just giving it a good whiff to decide whether that was still okay to eat or not.

Annoying.

But, what really got you, is that amongst the four or five tubs of dinner sat one smaller one. One with a little post-it note stuck to it with your name on.

This idiot made his fridge look like the one at your office.

One with Tupperware that had a name stuck to it.

A little preportioned bit of leftovers just for you inside Joe’s fridge, so you wouldn’t have to go digging into any of the other containers.

You took the note, looked at it up close and then flung it onto the counter. You ignored it. Went for a larger tub and opened that, ever the rebel. Let your fork run through it, messed it all up real nice and then took a big bite, grimacing at how cold it was.

Was still good though. Nice.

You closed the tub. Opened another.

Did the same thing – grimaced more because cold but also, it was really annoying how fucking good it still was. Joe either followed killer mommy food blogs, or just... knew shit about cooking. Was a whole ass natural in the kitchen when it came to herbs and spices and things.

Whatever.

You placed the tub back and purposefully left the lid off. Left that on the counter. Smirked at yourself when you closed the fridge and caught a last glance of your fork still inside there.

“Hey,” Joe stepped into his living room, in boxers and a T-shirt now.

You quickly swallowed and got busy with the squash.

“I’ve got um, I’m seeing my friend, he’s got a gig on Friday, it’s at a small venue near Brick Lane,” Joe talked in a casual tone of voice, made his way over to the fridge and opened it to remove the fork.

You feigned innocence. Ignored the whole thing as Joe reached around you to grab the lid you’d left out.

“Sounds cool,” you said, taking a sip to check you liked how sweet you’d made your drink. “Have fun.”

You knew he meant, come with me.

You knew this was his casual way of suggesting you could also maybe hang out together outside of the activities at your flat and his.

But he wasn’t using the actual words, so it was stupidly easy to pretend you had no idea what Joe was trying to do.

“Yea,” Joe spoke around a deep inhale, placing the lid back onto the Tupperware and then gave you a polite tight-lipped smile as he closed the fridge again. “Thanks.”

The way you wanted to squish Joe’s face to wipe that stupid smile off before messing that whole fridge up made your fingers itch a little.

When Joe moved to place the fork into the dishwasher, you decided that was your cue to leave. Man was cleaning up after you and couldn’t even leave the fork in the sink for a second like a normal person.

“Maybe see you after?”

It was a careful question, but one he knew he probably would get a yes to.

“Yea, maybe,” you said nonchalantly, slinging arms into your jacket. “Text me.”

You expertly left everything up in the air. You might have the time for him on Friday, you might not. You weren’t going to go see an amateur band with him though, that was for sure. That wasn’t what this was.

You’d been clear with each other from the start.

Hadn’t used the actual words, but, you were both adults and it was understood that this was what it was going to be. It was never anything else than what it had been tonight and good.

That was good.

You’d met Joe at a party you were only at because it was in your building and your neighbour had invited the whole flat just so no one would complain about the noise. A nice gesture, but never meant as an actual invitation. But it was the flat above yours, and you’d tried to go to sleep, but there were people out on the balcony and they had music going, so there was dancing and feet stomping and – it was all just, loud. You’d thought, all right fuck it, I could go for a few drinks, plan being you’d fall asleep much faster with a bit of drink in the system.

Joe was there.

You’d rocked up in an oversized T-shirt, bicycle shorts and socks in slides. Hair messy with the evidence of the stirring you’d done in your bed.

Joe’d taken one look and knew exactly what was going on. He guessed, but, he’d been right. He was looking at someone from inside the building. There just because they’d technically received an invitation, even if it was only so that they wouldn’t complain about the noise.

“Drink?”

“Yes please,”

For the first fifteen minutes of the two of you talking, you thought Joe was your neighbour. He was the one who’d let you in and who’d walked you into the kitchen.

Yet he wasn’t the neighbour.

Joe sort of knew someone who knew someone who knew your neighbour, vaguely. The person who lived in the flat above you was also a girl, something you weren’t aware of. Her name was Charlie, so you couldn’t really blame yourself for assuming the invitation had come from a guy.

Joe also gave you a drink that was so fucking gross, you immediately went, “What the fuck is this? Petrol?” and he’d gone, “You don’t like it?” before saying he’d try again, do a better job for your next one. You immediately felt bad, seeing as he’d mixed the drink, and had thrown the whole glass back to prove that the drink was fine.

Getting it down was a big task though, and your whole face contorted as you worked at swallowing every single last drop down. Made you shiver and made Joe laugh as he said, “No, no, no, don’t drink it if you don’t like it,” but it was all in your mouth already and fuck, that tasted like it was just pure vodka.

Which you then learned is exactly what that was.

“Dry martini with a twist,”

“What’s the twist? That’s it’s just a big glass of vodka?”

“I mean... yes, it’s exactly that, with a twist.” Joe said dryly and tapped the piece of lemon rind in his own glass. “Bit of lemon.”.

You had nearly burst into laughter. Nearly, because this man was a stranger, and you did come over to get a slight buzz going, so that just happened to work out exactly how you planned it.

“Are there any... I don’t know, regular beers? No twists?” and you’d craned your neck to see behind Joe, to look into the kitchen, which, you knew where the kitchen was because the floorplan was obviously the same to your flat.

Joe’d taken you over to the fridge.

Gave you a no twist beer.

And then later, you’d taken Joe over to your bedroom.

Had no twist sex.

It was so obvious you were looking for the weakest excuse to get Joe over to your place. You were both sort of scraping the barrel, didn’t want to just say it, because you had more dignity than that.

So you’d thrown out your fishing rod and hoped Joe would bite when you looked into the living room of your upstairs neighbour and said, “I like where she placed her sofa, that wouldn’t work in my flat,”

Joe bit immediately.

“Nah, ‘course it would, let’s go try.”

You’d not even gotten close to your sofa that night. Straight from the front door into your bedroom and then straight back towards the front door a short 60 minutes later.

And then it had been like that.

You’d text to check availability and then would either go, “omw” or “come here” and neither of you were ever too proud to pretend you didn’t want it. It was either a, “can’t im busy” or “ive got some time” and it worked fine like that.

It helped neither of you had flatmates you needed to explain shit too.

Except, if you had, you would’ve figured out Joe was somebody a lot sooner.

Oh well.

Joe was nobody in his flat, and even less of a somebody over in yours. You kept him in your phone as first name Joe last name No Twist and refused to change it to Quinn. He wasn’t any better than all the other guys whose last names were all Hinge, or the closest tube station to where they lived.

“Here,” Joe said, just before you were about to leave. You looked back and saw he was holding out the little container of leftovers.

You frowned at it.

“Take it, but heat it up in a pan with a little olive oil, don’t eat it when it’s still cold and stiff from the fridge,”

You kept frowning but held a hand out to take it from him anyway. This felt a bit like refusing to take a tenner from you grandmother because you didn’t need a tenner, but, it was still a tenner, you know?

“I’ll probably hate it,” you lied, stuffing the Tupperware into your bag.

“And you can tell me all about it on Friday,”

Stupid little smirk.

Okay, so sure, you were going to see Joe on Friday after this gig he had to go to. And you’d tell him about how much you hated his leftovers.

Also, if Joe was thinking he was going to get this little container back, he was wrong.

That was yours now.

With squash in hand, you said goodbye and made your way out by yourself. Didn’t need or want Joe to walk you out – Joe knew. Understood. Stayed in his kitchen, but did call, “Text me when you get home,” after you because he wouldn’t be able to sleep if he didn’t know you’d gotten home safe.

“Yea, yea,” you dismissed him, loudly said, “Condoms!” to remind him and gave yourself a quick once over in the mirror by the door before you left. Closed the door behind you a little more rested and satisfied than you had been when you’d walked through it a little while earlier.

Whilst making your way out of the building, you whipped your phone out and found the right text thread.

“can’t do friday, something came up, soz”

And then went over to your calendar where you removed “james hinge” and replaced it with “joe no twist”

James could wait.

James never made you pasta.

Joe did.

Joe would make sure you orgasmed – like, he’d keep going until he could feel the evidence of it himself, would make sure the question “did you come” was unnecessary, and would make sure there was squash on the side and now, Joe had made you pasta.

Yea, you were going to see Joe again on Friday.

You made the mental note to keep his staring to a minimum though. Would have to make him come and then immediately force him out of bed to clean the sheets, or whatever.

Less of the soft shit.

You were going to tell him his pasta was fucking disgusting.

Telling Joe you loved the food he made before climbing on top of him was too soft of a moment. Those moments were tricky. Best kept to a minimum.

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arminsumi · 9 months

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You have single-handedly restarted my eren obsession, how dare you be such a great writer 😔

accidentally calling Eren bro and he isn't having it- would 100% start fussing and be dramatic but you make that mistake infront of friends and he makes sure you *never* call him that again. 0-100 with this guy

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EREN x f.reader

A/N: hehe no apologies 😈 mwa enjoy buttercup

♪ NOW PLAYING: streets

Overview; Eren hates it when you call him 'bro', especially around his friends. So he has a "talk" with you between the library aisles

Content; fluff, (very) spicy makeout

Warnings; 🔞mdni, Eren's a lil rough n mean, neck biting, marking

arminsumi's library

It was just a slip of the tongue. You and him were cooped up in his dorm room — that cramped, poorly-lit dorm room which had only one aspect you liked and that was the view from the window; you could see the stretch of city lights twinkling at night.

Eren was perched on the edge of his bed tuning his acoustic, and you laid comfortably spread-out. Occasional twangs filled the room as he tested his tuning abilities.

The two of you were knee-deep in a small debate about something you saw on social media the other day, you said something like "Bro, seriously?" and he stopped the whole debate, set down his guitar, and harped on that tiny nickname.

"What the hell?" he grimaced at you.

You looked at him dumbly, "What?"

"I'm not your 'bro'." he said disgustedly.

"Huh?" you laughed confusedly. "Uh, I'm sorry...?"

"Don't ever call me that again." he said seriously, as if you said something genuinely offensive.

He let out a heavy sigh and went back to tuning his guitar. The two of you continued debating like nothing happened, but Eren had an annoyed edge in his voice.

⁕⁕⁕

Now, that time in his dorm was just one minor incident of you calling him bro.

But one day in the library, you were sat with Armin, Jean, and Connie at the round white table in the corner, when that nickname slipped past your lips again.

Eren masqueraded an expressionless face in response, but you could tell he was pissed about something.

No one knew why, but Eren suddenly asked if he could have a "talk" with you in private. Armin amusedly raised his brows like oh, you in trouble-trouble.

You confusedly followed him, trailing in his tall shadow down to a quiet aisle.

The "talk" he wanted to have with you involved a lot of tongue. Between book-stuffed shelves of white, Eren grabbed a fistful of your hair and gently yanked it to tilt your head up, deepening his unexpected kiss.

"Erehn — " you gasped into his mouth. It was wet, warm, slippery, dizzying; it's like his lips were laced with drugs because your mind was transported into a hazy high state.

Between ragged breaths, Eren spoke in a deep, searing voice. "You call me that again in front of my friends, and 'm gonna make sure you regret it, understood?"

Eyes blazing with anger, one that teetered between being attractive and scary.

" 'sorryyy." you mumble through swollen lips.

He dove back in for more hotter, harder kisses. Eren's idea of teaching you a lesson involved less words and more actions; he kissed the hell out of you.

That might sound cute or cheesy, but no — no this is Eren we're talking about. When I say he kissed the hell out of you, I mean he kissed you until your lips felt hot, numb and swollen. Until you looked up at him erotically as if he just just gave you good dick.

He gave your hair another tug to expose your neck properly to his seeking lips. He latched onto a sweet spot just above your collarbone and bit down hard. Suckling, nipping, swirling his tongue, sinking his canines in as if he were a vampire. You almost moaned.

After he was satisfied with the "talk", he said something that stirred up something between your thighs.

"Baby learned her lesson yet? Yeah? Good. Now go show of that bite mark to my friends."

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precious-little-scoundrel · 5 months

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Gigi -the unbaked thots:

• Bath •

Summary: I’ve had so many requests for this universe (including a bath time which this includes) and I appreciate all of y’all’s patience. I find this universe the hardest to write for and create entire scenes and fics out of so in order to keep it from dying out I intend to loosen up a little and start throwing out headcanons for y’all to enjoy in the meantime, you can watch for them with this header above. For now enjoy a trash bit of nastiness I wrote in under an hour in the middle of the night last night -kudos to the minxs @eliseinmemphis and @stylespresleyhearted

Warnings: Explicit! 18+ Bath sexy times, grinding, fingering, praying during sex, age gap, slight degradation, voluntarily drinking bath water containing cum. Yup.

Era: September 1977

Well here they are. On the dreaded tour.

But for now -there are bubbles. So many bubbles. And the heavy rumble of the bath’s jets and the golden glow of the dimmed bathroom lights in the hotel suite and the slippery bulk of Elvis as he grumbles beneath Gigi while she writhes amidst the foam of his rinsed shampoo.

“Sloppiest lil rider I ever-“ his face is shining in a heated glow, he is awash in pink cheeked arousal and Gigi persists, wearing herself out for his little gasps and the twitches of an eyebrow here and there. Bouncing adamantly atop his thick thighs in the swirling water and trying her avid best to slip his fat length inside her. She’s been trying since day one and every time it’s

-“not yet, Gigi, not yet, s’posed to be special and you’re special baby girl, not somethin’ to rush with someone special like you, see, I uh, i-i-it’s special-“

Gigi thinks having his rock solid cock inside her would be special enough.

“ ‘member the other night,

daddy?” She asks him in a huff, winded from the exertion as she pins his throbbing length against himself and grinds her clit against the hairs on his rounded belly, full of desperation born of youthful overexubernace, “remember how -how - when you were teasing me -and you pressed against my little hole?”

Elvis lets out a long groan in reply, slapping his hands against the sides of the tub in sexual frustration, causing his rings to clank and his bracelets to jangle against the porcelain. He can feel himself swell even more, the ache in his balls nearly unbearable at the proximity to snug tightness that he’s been denying himself for a myriad of reasons that are making less and less sense now, the more Gigi’s glossy wet tits slap his face silly.

“Oooh, oh I feel you-“ she gasps, as that redundant piece of meat between his thighs gives a hearty little twitch at the memory of her tiny hole and it’s fluttering need.

“You son of a bitch,” Elvis hisses to his traitorous little friend who’s acting very stalwart in his determination to find nothing but a tight cunt sufficient stimulation for release -it was easier back when little Elvis was a limp and useless dong: “this is the one time i’m asking you not to work. C’mon, don’t fail me now I-I- hell… O-o-our father. Who art in heaven-“

Gigi buries her face into the steamy crease where his cheeks meet his throat and licks at the salt there that not even the bath can remove. His hands fly to grip her hips and he yanks her up and down, grinding harshly against her raw little center as her breasts smash against his broad chest.

He regularly complained to the boys about her voraciousness and got no sympathy, not even when they saw it for themselves with the way he could barely get his seat in the limo, have his water handed to him and a towel before she was taking off his belt, unzipping his jumpsuit and inevitably giving lil Elvis some strong mouth suction. The boys had gotten used to ignoring him dumping a load down this little girl’s throat in the blurry blaze of street lamp lit nights and cranking up the radio to hide her moans every jet flight. Nothing about it was fitting and it wasn’t even to his tastes -so Elvis insisted- but it was real nice to be so wanted, even if the voraciousness of it was all a little alarming and out of hand.

Yet, God knows Elvis wanted Gigi badly. It half scared him sometimes and the rest of the time it kept him alive.

As did Lisa in an entirely different way and between the two girls tearing up his sedate plans for self mortification and permanent hermitage, Elvis found some zest for life returning to his soul as August became September and tabloids went from calling Gigi “the new girl” to calling her his whore and the colonel went from not answering his phone to leaving a perpetual red light on the message box and it went from kisses and snuggles in his Graceland bed to frantic grinding like this after every show that had her caterwauling in his arms begging to be torn open by his cock and him grunting like a bear in heat as he spurted against her belly and smashed the button for the tub jets to stop.

Wouldn’t do to circulate superstar spunk in a Cincinnati hotel jacuzzi.

“Mmm, that feel good daddy?” her sweet voice asks as the singing angels dim and the sense of time and space and his spent cock bring him back into consciousness.

“Uhuh. Feels real good.” he admitted sheepishly and felt her plump lips pressing to his bashful grin.

He returns it, pouring his love into her with the cradling of her head in his hands and the flick of his tongue against hers and the languid massaging of lips.

Gigi swirls the milky strands of his spend in the bath water between them, giggly and invigorated. She gets this way after climaxing and Elvis can only blearily smile and indulge the way she drags him around and makes him stand and get out of the tub, how she pats him down with towels like he’s a boy child and chitters to him about backstage gossip, praises for his performance of the night and Tammy’s latest tips for making Jerry’s life a living orgasmic hell. All while pressing kisses to every single part of his body as she goes along.

She’s found goosey places on Elvis that he didn’t even know existed.

Gigi is drying his shoulders when she sees the last remnants of the tub water cycloning in a swirl towards the drain, precious pearly strings cavorting like ribbons in the eddy.

Her conversational chatter ceases abruptly with a regretful -“oh no!“

She drops the sodden towel.

He watches her kneel, crouched and bent and glorious in a soft line of naked beauty from the back. Thought his maidenly idyl is shattered as she faces away from him and in what seems to be an impulsive moment of adoration, Gigi leans over the tub, hard porcelain lip digging into her sternum as she ducks her head and dips her mouth to the tepid bathwater.

He can hear her slurping.

Her graceful bracing in position and the greedy working of her throat suggest competency at this vile practice that makes his stomach lurch and spent cock swell thickly against his thigh. Without autonomy he hears himself grunt appreciatively.

“Fuuuuck me.” he drawls in disbelief, shuffling closer to watch the whole of it, the working of her sweet mouth sucking up his diluted seman and the arch of her back showcasing pink little pussy lips glistening from the back.

It’s sick and he’s terribly in love.

“That’s my good baby girl,” he finds himself praising this heinous degradation, hand coming to rest on the dip of her lower back, “not lettin’ m’lil contrition go to waste.”

It makes her strain to get as deep in the tub as she can, legs taut and face red from the blood rushing downwards to her cheeks as she chases gravity against the flow of the drain, his hand heavy and encouraging as it palms her ass, the pinch of his rings and the grunting, savage, male appreciation for her wantonness making her squeeze her thighs together in hopeless dissatisfaction.

A sting jolts her as his hand collides in an approving slap across her plush backside. The desire to make him proud eggs her on and she crawls further over the ledge, hair dragging in the drain.

Elvis’ hand once groping her butt moves until he’s peeling her apart and sliding in the long lengths of his middle and ring finger into her tight heat, meanly stabbing inside her as she’s bent double, tonguing at the drain for the last of his essence.

“You done this before.” Elvis’ voice is low, without a shred of questioning.

“Yes.” she moans, rosy cheek pressed to the wet floor of the now empty tub. “I always do this when you leave some left over, daddy.”

Elvis watches his fingers sink into pink plushness again and again, rings acting like stoppers at each culmination, spearing her until Gigi is sobbing and spasming over the tub edge, mouth wide open screaming for him with a tongue white from his spend, as broken as he is over the need to fuck her.

Sore and puffy, he assumes he’s learned her a lesson.

Standing her back up tenderly with all gentlemanly grace, Elvis wipes at her slimy cheek with his hands, pleased to find her smile as irrepressible as ever, the only thing on this godforsaken tour that hasn’t disappointed him yet.

“When is soon?” she whines into his kisses as he presses against her, bath quite redundant with the way he has her pinned between the door and his weeping cock, freshly spluttering his devotion against her bare pubic mound like he’s twenty years younger and fit to be such a minx’s lover.

“What?” He questions, murmuring in happy confusion.

“You said you’d make love to me soon.” she insists like a child reminding their senile parent of promises for ice cream after a trip to the dentist. “When is soon?”

Elvis grins through his grunt as he slides against her puffy clit, effortless from her slick and close to coming from images of her drinking his bath- “Soon, little baby,” he pronounces with all the gravity of a wiseman and the authority of a deadly opponent who his hand engulfing her fragile jaw, “-means soon.”

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miguel-ohara-lover · 7 months

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Kintober day 3 - Lingerie

Prompt list | Lingerie set in mind

CW: F!Reader, nsfw, very little plot, fem dom & sub Miguel(aka the best Miguel /hj), teasing, praise

Note: Slightly longer one, this will probably be the standard length. As always feel free to ask to be on a taglist for kinktober

Miguel’s eyes lit up when he saw you enter the room. That sexy red lingerie you had been teasing him with all day looked fantastic on you. The sheer lace fabric was stunning, he couldn’t take his eyes off you. Hell he was practically drooling, shifting a bit in his spot on the couch, his bulge rather obvious.

You couldn’t help but chuckle at the look on his face. “Cat got your tongue, Miggy?” You teased as you made your way over to him. His breath caught in his throat as you sat down on his lap ever so gently. “See something you like?” Your hand moves up his chest and around his neck to gently tug at his hair, not enough to yank his head back but enough for him to feel it.

His hands moved to your thighs, feeling the guarders that held your stockings up. You smirked as you batted his hands away. “No touching. Not yet.” You warned and your hands moved down his torso, reaching their destination at his pants.

You expertly removed his belt, quickly undoing his pants and reaching in to free that thick cock you just love to use. You moved your soft hand slowly up and down his length, letting out a pleased hum at the sight of his precum spilling on your hand.

Miguel’s cock twitched and throbbed as you squeezed slightly. Your finger teases the tip a little before you pulled your hand away. He let out a small groan as you did, practically begging you to continue.

“Use your words, big boy.” You whispered seductively in his ear. His shuddered a little and his hands grabbed at your hips despite your previous command. This time you let him, and he pulled you close until your clothes pussy rubbed against his aching cock

A quiet chuckle escaped you as you realized just how needy he became. You pushed the red panties of your lingerie aside as allowed him to rub the tip of his cock between your wet folds. He let out a low moan as he pressed the tip to your entrance, looking at you with pleading eyes.

You propped up more on your knees, and for a few seconds he thought you would pull away again. Miguel then gasped as you lowered into his thick cock, his hands gripping at your hips desperately. You rocked your hips slowly, listening to the sweet moans in your ear as your walls contracted around his cock.

You let out some moans yourself as his cock hit that perfect spot every time. “So good for me, Miggy. You feel so good inside me.” You whispered in his ear. He panted slightly, eyes down watching your perfect cunt make a slick mess on his lap.

His hips bucked upward into your body, making you gasp a little. Your hands moved to his thighs and held him down while you gave him a ‘don’t move’ look. He knew that look all too well, the memory of his ass stinging didn’t let him forget.

You bounces up and down on his length just a little faster, all while your pussy clenched around him. You heard him mutter in Spanish, some random swears or pleas. You knew that meant he’s close, that he’s ready to spill any second. You captured his lips in a kiss, muffling his noises as he released inside you

Following soon after you came on his cock, covering him in more of your wetness. The sight alone to him was worthy of another orgasm. He admired you so much, you much control you had over him. Despite the overstimulation he wanted you to continue riding him till he was empty. He whined slightly as you pulled away, any sense of embarrassment gone and replaced with the need to be pleased by you.

“Let’s take a break Miggy.” You smiled as you kissed his cheek, reaching for a nearby wash cloth to clean him up.

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mykoreanlove · 3 months

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🏀 Ballin‘

Yoongi loved meeting you on an abandoned playground late at night after he was done with the day‘s struggles.

He once found this place randomly on a nightly stroll. There was a basketball court, dimly lit and sheltered from the world - ideal for his private getaway with you.

His day had been packed with different schedules, each one more stressful than the next. Poor boy didn’t even have time to change into his beloved #3 jersey.

Yoongi practically ran over here because he needed the release. He needed to blow of some steam with his favorite sport. He needed to move his body and forget about his brain.

But what he needed the most was you.

He watched you miss shot after shot with a sly smirk on his lips.

Yoongi loved to observe you, especially in moments you felt unnoticed. He saw the frustration in your face - the knitted brows paired with your tense shoulders, alarming him that you were pissed off.

„Seems like you need a little motivation.“

You turned to face him.

God, he was beautiful. The long hair slid back accentuating his unique features, his chic clothes which made him look like a million bucks and the cunning smile on his lips made him irresistible to you.

„Each time you make the ball go through the hoop I’m going to kiss you.“

You bit your lip, trying your best to hide your smile. What your beloved Yoongi didn’t know was that you were an ace at basketball, only pretending to fail to get closer to him.

You batted your eyelashes at him, smiling sweetly.

„Let’s hope I make it.“

You turned around with precision and threw the ball - right into the hoop.

„Wooohoo“, you jumped up and down happily, pretending to be lucky.

Yoongi raised a brow, catching on too quickly. He walked over to you and put his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

His scent was intoxicating, he was like a drug to you.

Yoongi leaned in for a kiss, his lips brushing yours slightly while whispering.

„Beginner‘s luck, huh?“

His voice was raspy, even deeper than usual. Goosebumps formed on your skin, desire was spreading through your veins like a wildfire.

You crashed your lips on his, pulling him closer until there was nothing left in between you. He tasted delicious, like a mixture of cognac and mint. His tongue danced with yours, fighting for dominance in this game for two.

Yoongi broke off the kiss, taking a deep breath.

„Don’t be too greedy, baby. You only shot once.“

You rolled your eyes and slapped his chest, too needy to be played with like that.

„You don’t want to kiss me? Fine.“

You let go of him and turned around but felt him yank you right back. Your hands flat on his broad chest, your head looking up into his dangerously glistening eyes. His tongue glided over his lips, not breaking eye contact once.

„Actually… I wanna do way more than kiss you, baby.“

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kisakis-boyfriend · 7 months

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Kinktober Day 8: Lingerie

Pairings: Kokonoi x reader

Warnings: Male!reader, dom/top!reader, sub/bottom!Kokonoi, spanking, reader is called 'daddy', throatfucking, brief choking, brief cockbulge, dumbification

Genre/Format: Smut; Oneshot

Prompt List by: starsandskies 🧡

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Black lace and velvet hugged Kokonoi's pale skin, intricate patterns adorning his body like artwork on a canvas. His arms stretched out above his head as he yawned, lazily draping himself across your shared bed as he waited for you to come join him

When you exited the bathroom, your attention was immediately caught by the delicate lingerie that he was wearing. Koko had mentioned a surprise that he was sure you'd enjoy, and the way your whole face lit up when you finally saw him wearing it was proof that he was right

“Don't just stand there, why don't you come over here and get a closer look?” Kokonoi purred, shifting around so that his head hung over the edge of the bed and more of his body was exposed to your wandering eyes. It was hard to take it all in at once. The sensual getup accentuated all of Koko's best features; his lean body and tiny waist that you loved to grab every chance you had. His thick thighs, perfect for biting, or placing a hand on and trailing your touch up to his member, or suffocating you as you pleasure him with your mouth. And you certainly can't forget about his slender legs, always so gorgeous when they were thrown over your shoulders as you rammed your cock into him

You took a few steps forward, still daydreaming about his body, but Koko was far too impatient to wait any longer. He grabbed your wrist and pulled you closer, placing your hands on his chest and hoping that you'd take the hint and touch him yourself. Luckily for him, you did, feeling him up as you slid your hands down to his cute waist. Moving back up towards his shoulders and brushing your thumbs over his nipples, eliciting a soft whine from him

Koko arched his back as your hands continued roaming his body, your eyes hungrily raking over him. “Flip over for me, baby. Lemme see the view from the back.” You smirked, giving him a little room to bend over the edge of the bed

His ass pressed up against you as he pretended to stretch, looking over his shoulder at you and sticking out his tongue as he did so. You spanked him once, rather gently as this was only a warning, and Koko bit his bottom lip to suppress the moan that tried to escape

With him now bent over on the bed, you had a full view of his backside. The panties that came with the set did not leave much to the imagination...not in the front nor in the back. His skin was visible through the lace pattern covering his ass, with a small hole up at the top and a cute, black ribbon just above it. You hooked your index finger through the hole and tugged it up a bit, making the panties feel much tighter and revealing more of his pretty cheeks. Then you let the waistband snap against his skin as you released it, causing Kokonoi to squeak and let out a tiny whine. You chuckled at his reaction

“Where did you even find this set? It's too perfect for you, baby.” You nudged his legs apart with your foot, reaching between them to rub your hand from his clothed cock back to his tight ass

Koko sighed as you rubbed him through the thin clothes, enjoying your soft, teasing touches. “Just saw it while I was scrolling some sites. Mmm~ Figured it would be perfect for me too~ ”

Suddenly, he was yanked back towards you, your hard-on now pressed firmly in between his cheeks. “Ooh~ Eager to be inside of me, hm?” Koko teased, your hands firmly gripping his waist as you started grinding against him. Grabbing a fistful of hair and tugging at the roots so that he would gasp for you

“As if you're not dying to be stuffed with my cock.” You scoffed playfully into his ear. “Let's remove these and get you prepped, yeah?” Kokonoi nodded then helped you slip off his panties, kicking them off when they fell around his ankles. Immediately feeling your erection against his ass more clearly now, his body jolting when it brushed against his hole directly

You turned him around so that you were face to face, tilting his chin up and closing the distance between your lips. Koko's hands rested on your chest, feeling you up a bit while you continued kissing him. His lips were always so soft, it was difficult not to kiss him at every possible opportunity. He made the cutest noises too, softly moaning into the kiss if it was more gentle. Or whining against your mouth when you teased him, unable to break away as you held the back of his head firmly. Kokonoi was just a kissable guy no matter what the pace and intensity were

Right now though, it was soft moans filling the room as you slipped your tongue into his mouth, his body pressing into you as if he was drawn towards your body more and more until he couldn't possibly get any closer. Koko's arms wrapped around your neck, playing with the back of your hair and digging his nails into your skin when you bit down on his delicate lips

Managing to not break the kiss, you pushed him down onto the bed, making him giggle in excitement. Your hands groped his thighs as you spread his legs open, brushing against his leaking dick in the process and causing him to jerk his hips. When you finally pulled apart for air, his lips were all red and swollen from your relentless attack, his eyes half-lidded as he stared up at you

“Aah~ Mm yeah, fuck that's it. Right there~ ” Koko purred, your hand now wrapped around his dick, lazily pumping it as precum slid down his shaft. His cock hardened within your hand, twitching whenever you rubbed over his slit

You licked your lips at the sight, eyes focused on his pretty cock glistening from so much precum. “Can I suck you off? ” Koko nodded, a hand already buried within your (h/c) locks, gently guiding you closer towards his dick. The head disappeared within your warm mouth, your tongue flicking against the tip teasingly. Koko panted as you only sucked on the tip for a few minutes, making sure he was desperate for more so he'd be a bit more pliant for you

His head pressed back into the mattress harder, moaning when you went from teasing the tip to nearly swallowing the whole damn thing down your throat. His eyes rolled to the back of his head when you started bobbing along his length, gagging when you pressed your mouth against his pelvis, taking him as deep as you could

You released his dick to catch your breath, jerking him off as you told him to, “Look at me while I make you cum, Koko. ” He proceeded to prop himself up on his elbows, meeting your intense gaze as you took all of him into your mouth again, squeezing his thigh and then bobbing your head faster and faster while you stared deeply into his pretty black eyes

Kokonoi felt the familiar tightness in his stomach, inching closer to his orgasm from your skilled mouth. You hummed around his dick and the vibrations against it tipped him over the edge, spilling his load straight down your throat. “A-aah! Cumming!! Oh fuck– ”

The sheets were tightly balled within Koko's grasp while he came, toes curling as his body tensed up and his vision blurred from his climax. By the end of it, he was panting hard. His arms gave out and he slumped onto the bed, running his hands through his hair while he caught his breath

Pop. His soft cock fell onto his stomach, covered in your spit all the way down to the base. Exhaling, you smiled at Koko, peppering a few kisses along his thighs, “How'd that feel?”

“So fucking good...holy shit.” He sighed, a deep blush covering his cheeks. Gasping when you kissed him again, your tongue forcing its way into his mouth roughly. The taste of his own cum coated the inside of his mouth

“Yeah? Well now it's my turn to feel so fucking good. C'mere.” You beckoned him towards you with your finger. Kokonoi took the hint immediately, positioning himself so that his head was hanging over the edge of the bed again, mouth open in anticipation. “Good boy.” His heart skipped a beat at the simple praise, the words going straight to his dick as well and making it twitch

Keeping eye contact with him, you easily removed your boxers and held your dick in your hand. Kokonoi stuck his tongue out for you, “Aaaaaaahh~ ” and you slapped your cock against it a few times before letting him suck on it. Working it into his mouth slowly while your hands roamed his chest once again, groping at his pecs as he moaned around your thick cock. He gagged as you forced the entire length down his throat, pulling it out just as quickly while he coughed and sucked in a breath

You slapped your dick against his cheek and he opened his mouth obediently, your cock sliding in more easily this time. Fucking his mouth at a slightly faster pace and then ramming it down his throat once more. Koko moaned as you repeated this process for a third time, tears pricking the corners of his eyes as they rolled back in his head. Your cock continued to abuse his throat, the tip hitting the back of it with each harsh thrust

“You're taking me so well, Koko. Mm fuck– ” You groaned, squeezing his throat as your dick slid in and out of it, a visible bulge present whenever you were all the way inside. “Gonna swallow all of it, right? ” Koko choked out some response that sounded like a yes. His hands gripped your thighs tightly so that he could prevent you from pulling out too much, craving the feeling of you inside his mouth

“Fuuucckk baby– Shit—!! ” You moaned loudly as your orgasm hit you, cum flooding Kokonoi's straining throat. But he was your good boy, so he took every last drop of cum even if he choked on it

Slowly pulling out of him, you allowed air to fill his lungs again, helping him sit up so that he could be more comfortable. You massaged the back of his neck gently and he closed his eyes in content, enjoying the relaxing moment. He pulled your face down towards him and placed a quick kiss on your cheek, leaning his forehead against yours for a second

“You've been so good for me, sweetie. Can you keep going?” You asked, using your free hand to rub his cheek with your thumb

“Mhm. I still want you inside...please?” Kokonoi breathed. Nodding a yes in response, you laid his slender body back onto the sheets, brushing a few stray strands of hair away. Your hands found their way to the small of his back, leaning down to connect your mouth with his nipple. His back arched when you began swirling your tongue around it, sucking on the sensitive skin before pulling away with a wet popping noise to move on to the other side of his chest, giving it the same treatment

Koko soaked up every single touch and crumb of attention that he could, always. But tonight he was feeling especially touch-starved, craving whichever sex acts you wanted to do, anything that meant the two of you could be physically connected. He just wanted to be with you

When you sat back up he seemed dazed, staring at you with cloudy eyes and this blissful smile. “Hey baby, wanna do something for me?” He tilted his head quizzically. “Flip. Now. ” Your command immediately snapped him out of his daze, scrambling to get on all fours. “Good boy~ ” Another deep blush spread across his face, reaching his shoulders this time as well

You grabbed his waist and pressed your hard-on against his bare ass again, not missing the desperate whine that escaped from Koko. He wiggled his ass against you, grinding back onto your dick and causing it to twitch. “You still want this?” Koko nodded his head quickly, whining and rubbing his puffy hole against your cock

Smack. Koko winced when you spanked his cute ass, gently soothing your hand over his skin as you growled from behind him, “Then beg. Show me just how badly you need my dick.”

He whipped his head around, his eyes misty and pleading with you, “Pleasepleasepleaseplease pleeeeaassee, daddy? ” Koko whined, with a vice-like grip on the sheets below him. “I'll do whatever you want, daddy. Promise! Just need you to touch me...”

Satisfied with his begging, you shushed his cries, pressing a soft kiss to his shoulder blade. “That's my boy. Daddy's gonna give you what you want. ” You spread his cheeks with your hands, pressing a chaste kiss onto his hole and then dragging your tongue over it. Spitting on it and rubbing that into the orifice while he moaned and trembled under your touch. You slowly worked your fingers into him, pumping one in and out, then adding a second finger, scissoring them so that he would be properly stretched. At one point, you had three fingers fucking into his hole, opening him up nice and wide for what was coming next

You swiftly removed your fingers and gave your dick a few pumps, pushing it past the ring of muscles and bottoming out inside of him within seconds. Kokonoi wailed loudly from the stretch. You had fully sheathed yourself inside of him too quickly for him to really react, freezing up as your cock throbbed within his gummy walls. “D-daddy...oh fuck...” He panted, chest heaving as you sat there unmoving and buried within his ass

Finally, you started thrusting into him, taking it slow in the beginning so that he could somewhat adjust to your full length. Gradually speeding up until you were fucking him hard enough to nearly knock him over from the force, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoed throughout the room, mixing with Koko's moans and expletives. Your pounding became rougher, probably bruising your poor boyfriend's hips as you gripped them so tightly, your own hips stilling as you flooded his insides with your seed

Koko's mouth fell open, eyes glazed over as he felt your warmth fill him up, dumbly smiling and biting his bottom lip. “Damn, your ass is tight, baby. Feels so good though~ ” You rubbed his back lovingly, listening to the sounds of the two of you trying to catch your breath

After a few minutes of lightly scratching Kokonoi's back and letting him rest, you pulled his ass closer against you, still hard inside of him and eager to fill him up at least one more time. “One more round?” You checked in with Koko, barely able to manage a single nod because his mind was too fuzzy, the only thought floating around in there was how much he wanted to feel your touch

You started thrusting again, snapping your hips into him quickly. His arms finally gave out which sent him face first into the pillow below him, biting the plush cloth as your cock hit the deepest places inside of him. Drool ran down his chin, creating a wet spot on the sheets as his mouth remained open from constant moaning. His entire body had gone completely limp, being jerked forward with every sharp thrust

Kokonoi gasped and twitched when you spanked him, his ass turning pink from the collision. “Aw babe, did I fuck you stupid?” You teased, spanking him again. His body tensed up with a third slap, hips stuttering while he created another wet mess on the sheets as he came all over them. He groaned at the realization that you hadn't slowed down during any of that, his ears zeroing in on the wet squelching noises that his ass made as it was pounded relentlessly

“Shit– Gonna fill you up again, baby boy. Ah-Aaaahh—!! ” You cried out as you came inside of him once more, a surge of warmth filling Koko up and fueling his pretty, broken moans. Softly calling out your name when you pulled out and feebly reaching out behind him

You rolled him onto his back, intertwining one of your hands with his, the other one brushing away the wet hair that clung to his face, tucking stray strands behind his ear. Koko sighed in exhaustion, his eyes becoming droopy and sleep threatening to overtake him. “You were so good for me, sweetheart.” You cooed, trailing gentle kisses from his neck up to his mouth. “My good boy.”

A content smile spread across his face, your sweet praises and kisses lulling him into a deep sleep. Kokonoi knew that when he woke up, he would already be wiped clean and wearing loose, comfortable clothing. And you would have him wrapped in your embrace, clinging to his soft body as he nuzzled into you

Reblogs are extremely appreciated <3

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who-knew-a-sheep-can-write · 19 days

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Sleep in the Heat: Chris Redfield x Fem!Reader (NSFW)

Oh, I got you pookie bear >:)))

Contains: Blowjob, deep-throating, choking, spanking, biting, hair pulling, creampie, rough sex, jealous sex, drunk sex(?) and a very dominant chris

“You wanna explain to me what the actual fuck that was?”

The front door slammed shut, echoing through the silent house. You paused for a moment, stopping at the couch where you set down your bag before turning to look at him over your shoulder. Just the sight of him alone was enough to send a shock of arousal up the back of your legs and straight to your cunt.

He was standing there, menacingly, but fuck if it wasn’t hot. His already brawny shoulders were squared, those big hands of his were balled so tightly it made the muscles in his arms tighten and bulge. His gunmetal blue eyes were practically burning with smoking hot desire as a fire lit in his belly. He was panting softly like a wild animal as he tried to keep himself calm but the alcohol in his system didn’t really help.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you stated as calmly as you could.

You winced when your voice wavered a bit at the end from excitement. You don’t what was doing more of the talking; Your aching cunt that needed to be destroyed by him or the alcohol swirling around in your system making you feel all warm and needy.

“No?” Chris stalked toward you, his steely gaze kept you pinned in your place. “You don’t think I saw how he was getting friendly with you?”

You felt your heart fluttering in your chest. Just the sight of him like this turned you on so badly. Your cunt ached, already wet with your honey-sweet arousal you wanted him to lick you clean of. Even as he towered over you, your belly still fluttered.

“He was just being nice,” you feigned innocence as you fully turned to face him.

He really wasn’t. It was just some other member of Hound Wolf who was trying to get into your pants despite knowing that you were happily married to the captain. Whenever you were alone, even for a second, he would try to get close and flirt with you only for Chris to come and scare him off with just a look.

“The fuck he was, (Y/n),” he grit his teeth. “He was basically eye-fucking you the entire night.”

“Chris-” you gasped, faking the thought that was already buzzing around in your head like a swarm of bees, “are you jealous of the attention I was getting?”

You suddenly cried when he suddenly latched a hand onto your hair, yanking it back just enough to feel the burn at your scalp and shut you up. Your eyes went wide but his were still dark and feral. Your hands tried to grab at Chris’ jacket only for his free hand to snatch at your wrists, squeezing them tight enough to make your fingers curl.

“You’re mine,” he got in your face and growled.

You could smell the whiskey on his breath, you could taste the cigarettes on your tongue. You could feel the danger sparking something electrical in your womb.

His lips smashed against yours, teeth clacking together. His beard scratched at your chin, his growl vibrated through the cavity of your mouth, his tongue practically shoveled its way inside to fight with yours. His grip on your hair tightened, pulling a muffled cry from your smothered lips. His fingertips wrapped around your locks, effectively locking his hand into your hair to give him better leverage on your poor scalp. The burn at your scalp had you crying softly as his mouth assaulted yours, your poor legs started to tremble. He bit into your lower lip just to get a rise out of you, just to pull a moan out of you.

Chris pulled away abruptly, a thin trail of spit connected your bottom lips for a brief second before it finally split. He was panting like an animal, and just the way he looked down at you made you feel like prey. His pupils were blown wide with drunken lust while something else lingered in those pretty eyes of his; Something dark and greedy.

Before you could beg for something more, Chris hoisted you up and over his shoulder without a second thought and started for the bedroom. His long and powerful strides were fast, boots smacking heavily against the floor as he climbed the stairs three at a time. You clutched at his back, hands balling at the hem of his jacket as he carried you around like you weighed nothing. You wheezed a bit as he climbed the stairs from where his brawny shoulder dug into your ribs only to cry out when he delivered a hard smack against your ass. Your nails sank into his jacket as you threw your head back, a lewd cry escaping your lips as Chris’ entire hand delivered another spank to the same cheek just for making noise. The slap stung, your entire asscheek felt like it was set on fire in the shape of his own hand. He kept his hand on your ass as he trekked through the hallway, his nails digging into the soft flesh of your ass.

He kicked in the bedroom door with his boot and stormed in.

He tossed you onto the edge of the bed as about as gracious as a bull wrecking a china shop, your poor body bouncing nearly off of the edge as you yelped from the contact. He stood over you as you laid back against the bed, hands gripping onto the comforter as your heart pounded in your ears, drowning out almost all sound.

Maybe you went a little too far with the teasing?

Chris reached out and grabbed at the collar of your shirt and balled the material in his iron grasp, tugging your back off of the bed just a bit.

“Strip,” he ordered.

His voice was thick with a mixture of desire and anger.

He pulled you off of the bed to stand before he let go. The loss of his grip on you had you stumbling just a bit. You kept your eyes on him, watching him with wide eyes as he sat down on the edge of the bed. He was watching your every move like a hawk. With a normal person, they would shiver or maybe cower away. Hell, you knew some of his men in Hound Wolf couldn’t stand being under his gaze, he was just that threatening. But you? You fucking loved it.

You shucked your jacket off of your shoulders and down your arms, the thick material pooled behind you. He watched intently as you slowly peeled your shirt up and over your head, dropping the rumpled material down to join your jacket. You didn’t touch your bra yet, instead, you slowly unlatched your belt and dragged your pants down your legs before you slid them and your shoes off at the same time. You were about to hook your fingers around the waistband of your panties when Chris stood up abruptly, causing you to jump.

Your skin became goose-fleshed as a chill ran down your spine despite Chris’ warmth was suddenly in front of you.

“Chris, I-”

He suddenly latched his hand into your hair again, snatching at the hair right above the back of your neck, shutting you up. You grabbed at his jacket for support, whining and hissing at the pain only for Chris to force you on your knees.

You were quickly met with his tented erection that his dark jeans didn’t do well with hiding. You swallowed thickly and looked up at him with wide eyes only to freeze at just the look he was giving you. You knew what you had to do if the way he had you positioned was a dead giveaway.

You brought your shaky hands up to his belt and carefully unlatched it before you unbuttoned his pants and drew down the zipper. His boxers were very tight behind the fly of his jeans. As you parted the fly of his jeans even more, you pulled down the hemline of his boxers until his cock sprung up. It was fully erect, the head was looking a little redder than normal as precum had started to just bead up at his slit.

His grip on your hair tightened as he brought his other hand down to his cock. He made a fist around his dick and pumped himself a few times, thumbing his slit and spreading his precum around the head before he tapped the head against your lips.

“Suck,” he ordered through grit teeth.

You parted your lips and carefully took him into your mouth. He allowed you to start off slow. You only took his head into your mouth at first. Swirling your tongue around his head, you swallowed the salty taste of his cum as he groaned softly, but his grip on the back of your head didn’t let up. You slowly took more into your mouth, going inch by inch. You flattened your tongue and sucked, almost swallowing him up to the root before you felt him poke at the back of your throat. You gagged a bit, retreating back just a little as you breathe through your nose. You brought one hand up to rest on his muscular thigh, nails biting into the sagging material. Chris groaned at your tight mouth wrapped around his cock, rolling his head back a bit as he savored the feeling.

You slowly bobbed your head along his cock, trying to swallow him fully, but you weren’t able to.

Chris’ hand tightened in your hair and applied more pressure to the back of your hair with every bob of your head. You whimpered at the sting before you gagged when he forced you to take more of him. You brought both hands up to his trim waist, sinking your trembling fingers into him as he fucked your mouth, forcing you to finally swallow him whole. You choked and groaned as he thrust into your mouth, tears stinging your eyes and dribbling down your flushed cheeks. He moaned loudly, his grip tightening as his cock twitched in your mouth lightly.

He looked down at you, his lustful eyes meeting your teary ones. He smirked at the sight of you on your knees, saliva dribbling down your chin as he fucked your mouth mercilessly.

“Look at you taking me in your mouth,” he smiled proudly. “You’re taking me so well like the slut you are.” His thrusts were starting to slow down, his cock spending more time being buried in the back of your throat as his hips rolled with his thrusts. He was going to cum soon. “Fuck, baby, it’s like this mouth was meant for me. Wasn’t it?” He yanked on your hair, pulling a choked cry from you, forcing you to nod your head as you pleaded up at him with watery eyes. You could feel your head becoming fuzzy from the lack of oxygen, the corners of your vision were starting to look a little dark. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” You could see the flames lit in his eyes. “You’re gonna swallow every last drop, you hear me?”

You nodded again, hands gripping his waist for dear life.

He came suddenly with a shout, burying his cock down your poor throat as he spilled ropes of cum into you. You gagged at first, relaxing your throat and swallowing him as far as you could as you tasted his salty semen on the back of your tongue. You swallowed around him, your nose brushing against his sensitive skin as you looked up at him for mercy. His eyes screwed shut, his mouth hung open as he moaned out your name and a slurry of curse words and praises. His abs twitched and his brawny chest fluttered as he heaved in breaths.

He pulled away suddenly, dropping your hair and taking a half step away. You gasped, grabbing onto your knees as you coughed and heaved. You wiped away the tear tracks running down your cheeks and sniffled, wiping your nose with the back of your hand. You felt a gentle hand grasp at your jaw, carefully guiding you to look up at your husband who was looking down at you.

His cheeks were a little rosey, his eyes were still full of a dark need for more, his lips parted as he panted softly. His thumb rolled over your chin, catching the few drops of semen that had spilled out and pressed the sticky pad of his thumb to your lips. You opened your mouth, licking off the semen from his thumb.

“Good girl,” he murmured.

You flushed at the compliment, your hands balling up at your trembling knees.

God, you were absolutely wet right now, practically dripping with arousal. Your body ached for more.

As if he could read your mind, the hand that was caressing your sore jaw suddenly clasped around your throat, squeezing it tightly. You gasped, your hands flying to his muscular forearm to relieve the pressure only for Chris to force you to stand so easily. You choked and moaned as you stood, your knees quaking as Chris forced you back onto the bed until your back hit the comforter. He released you only for a minute, just long enough to rip your drenched panties in two and toss the scraps to the floor. He quickly slid off his jacket and shirt and dropped his pants and boxers to the floor. He snatched at your ankles and spread your legs, his eyes locking with your dripping cunt like he was hypnotized by it.

He let go of one of your ankles to stroke at your slick pussy, his calloused fingertip easily sank into your dripping cunt and scratched deliciously at your fluttering walls. Your eyes fluttered and nearly rolled into the back of your head as you let out a soft moan.

“Look at this dripping cunt,” he purred. “You always make such a big mess just for me.” He curled his finger just a bit and it had you screwing your eyes shut, burying the back of your aching head into the comforter. “Nobody knows how to fuck it like I do, isn’t that right, princess?”

“J-Just you,” you whimpered out.

Your hands snatched at the comforter, nearly ripping the seams as Chris fingered your poor kitty before he suddenly pulled away. Your eyes shot open in desperation and looked right at him only to see him lick your sweet honey off of his finger. He hummed at your sweet taste before he grabbed at your free ankle.

“You always taste so sweet for me.”

“Just for you,” you cooed back.

Chris spread your legs wider and brought your ankles up to his naked shoulders, his grip was tight enough to make your toes curl. He brought his erect cock to your dripping womanhood and pressed his head against your folds, coating his thick cock with your sweet nectar before he bucked his hips and pressed himself inside of you.

You cried out from the stretch, squeezing your eyes shut until you saw swirls of purple and green against black. Chris groaned loudly as he buried himself inside of you until his balls slapped against you. He winced and cursed loudly at the way your cunt squeezed around him, absolutely milking his soul right out of him.

“Fuck!” he spat as his grip on your ankles nearly faltered.

“Chris!” you cried out as your eyes shot open.

He started to roll his hips. He didn’t go as fast as when he fucked your poor little mouth, not yet at least. You watched as his chest heaved as he tried to get used to how tight you were, his mouth was slightly open as he loudly moaned out your name. His sharp abs twitched and seized from the amount of pleasure that flooded his body.

You went to grab onto his shoulders for support when he suddenly grabbed your throat again. You gasped and clung to his wrist as his thumb and index fingers pushed into your throat right under your jaw. You gagged and cried as your oxygen supply was cut off. You locked your ankles behind his head as he quickened his pace inside of you. You looked up at him with wide eyes, tears starting to prickle at the corners once again.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he growled down at you. “This cunt belongs to me, do you hear me?” You nodded, afraid to speak as you choked you out. “Speak!”

“Yours!” you croaked.

He only loosened his grip just enough to let you gasp for air before he clamped down again.

“If he so much as looks at you-” Chris cut himself off as he moaned loudly, your walls squeezing around him suddenly. “Fuck- I love you so much I- shit!”

“Chris-” you choked out.

He clamped down a bit harder and bent down, getting right in your face.

“If I have to fuck you in front of the entire squad, I will.”

His cock suddenly hit your cervix and you cried out loud, your body feeling like it was melting from please as Chris grinned down at you with that wolfish smile of his. Just the thought of him taking you like that, fucking his pretty little civilian wife in front of them, it tipped you over the edge. You came with a cry, your walls sputtering around his cock as Chris plowed into you without mercy.

You went limp against the bed, you remind going completely blank as the lack of oxygen made you horribly dizzy. You felt like the bed was swallowing you whole when Chris lightened up on his grip, but he still held onto your throat. He turned your head to the side and ghosted his lips over the delicate skin of your throat. He pressed kisses to the column, grazing his teeth over the vein before he thrust into you for the last time. He bit down onto your throat, hard, as he came. It was like you had gotten hit with a bolt of lightning and you screamed, your cunt milking him as he shot rope after rope of cum right into your abused pussy. He lazily ground into you as he poured his life into your cunt until he finally ran dry, finally letting go of your throat with both his hand and his teeth.

Your entire body throbbed and pulsed as you opened your eyes to look up at your husband. He had you caged to the bed, his big and very strong arms pinned on either side of your head as he looked down at you with those eyes.

“I love you,” he whispered down at you, finally showing his soft side.

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stardust-kenobi · 1 year

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Hey! I saw your requests are open. I absolutely love your work, and i how you're doing alright! I will take any opportunity I can to request Tech x Reader smut with Dom!Tech vibes 💜

Sorry I know you requested this a while ago but I’m just now getting around to it! Hope you enjoy this quick little drabble <3

Did someone say dom!tech 👀?? I am blushing

Tech x GN!Reader drabble

Warnings: rough/dom/possessive/jealous(?) tech, smut, 18+ minors DNI

How did you get here? How did you end up with your body shoved against the building behind 79’s, Tech’s cock buried inside of you, with his hand pressed against your mouth, suffocating your moans?

Quite frankly, you didn’t give a shit how you ended up here, you just knew you never wanted it to end.

Something lit a fire into Tech earlier in the night. Maybe it was the way that Rex couldn’t keep his wandering eyes off of you. Maybe it was even the revealing nature of the outfit you chose to wear. Maybe it had just been too long since he’d felt you, and he couldn’t take it anymore.

“That’s right, darling, take my cock” He growled against your ear, his thrusts turning brutal as he fucked you from behind.

This was not the Tech you knew in bed. This was a version of Tech with such a burning hunger for you that he couldn’t stand it not one minute longer. He was possessive of your body, his grip around you being relentless. You didn’t mind it one bit, in fact, you loved this. It was unexpected, and turned you on more than you were willing to admit.

“Maker, you are so good” He gritted through this teeth. Your cries of pleasure seeped through his fingers over your mouth.

He yanked his hand tighter against your face, causing your skin to burn, but it hurt so good.

“You want this whole bar to know who you belong to, hm?” He whispered against your ear. You nodded.

“Go ahead, then, darling. Tell them who fucks you this good” He smirked.

“Stars, Tech. You fuck me so good” You whimpered. In response to your filthy remarks, he fucked you faster and harder now. He loved watching your ass bounce against him with every thrust.

Your legs began to tremble as you became overwhelmed with your approaching orgasm. You felt the tingling form in your lower belly, and his cock filled you so perfectly, brushing your most sensitive places with every stroke. It was all too much.

“Come for me” Tech demanded.

You obeyed, feeling the rush of your euphoria wash over you. The feeling in your legs faded, as all sense of feeling centered in between your legs. Loud cries of pleasure escaped you, but Tech did nothing to suppress your expressions now.

“That’s it. Oh, Y/N, I’m going to fill you up” He faltered, his hips losing their rhythm as he spilled his release inside of you, marking you even more…as his.

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asmallpinkfan3 · 4 months

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Hobie brown and young troubled teen reader who acts like an adult.

(I probably should not have listened to mitski while writing this)

Warnings: swearing, alcohol, underage drinking, smoking, and reader not acting their age, readers parents suck so much ass. Reader also not caring if they get hurt or not.

GN reader

(Me projecting a little)

You were so motivated as a child to become something great for your self, however the family you have grown up around shattered that slowly. you got older and you watched how your parents handled their problems some included drinking, some smoking, and some were just dropping you off at your grandparents house. Since you were the youngest they slowly stopped being parents and by you were 13 they really only felt like roommates.

They didn’t even care when you came home late, didn’t care that you would disappear at hours of the night and never seem to notice the way you slowly stopped doing all the little childish things you did and slowly started taking interest in more adult things. They didn’t even notice how the beers in the box under the table were slowly missing as they had no clue you were in your room chugging down a couple as you held a spider man mask in the other hand. As your eyes dimly lit by the light outside the window of the night sky, you knew that any “innocence” was slipping and all you could do was watch it melt away as you nursed the rim of the beer bottle to your lips and you downed another gulp.

The nasty taste causing you to shut your eyes and scrunch your face up as you shook your head. You had drank two before hand, why was the taste not going away and why did each taste worse then the one before? When you finished the bottle you threw it under your bed for the night until in the morning. As you got comfortable the watch on your arm tingled and you groaned softly as it’s Miguel sending you another message saying that you and Hobie were going on a mission.

With a heavy sigh and small curses leaving your mouth you got into your spider suit and grabbed your mask as you locked your door before seeing the orange portal appear in front of you and so with a few stumbling steps you walk in it. When you got to the spider society Miguel and hobie stood there, you looked at Hobie and prayed he wouldn’t be able to smell the alcohol on you. As you walked over to him and he gave you a small smile as you gave him a nod.

“Hey it’s been a bit huh mate?” He asked with a chuckle, his cockney accent strong as you and him swung through the streets of his universe. You could barely answer as the alcohol was really having an effect on your small mind as you landed and ended up stumbling into a wall slightly. “You ok-“ “I’m fine.” You cut him off with a growl and he seemed surprised as you stormed past him as you shot a web into the air again and looked around for the anomaly you guys needed to catch. As he swung behind you you felt dizzy, you really shouldn’t have drank 3 beers when you’re not old enough to take it well huh?

This landing was worse then the other one as you full on stumbled forward and hit the ground and Hobie immediately landed beside you. “Mate, what’s going on?” He asked more seriously as he held your arm slightly, not too hard to hurt you but enough to keep you there. “Nothing is wrong hobie I’m just tired”. You lie and then he sniffs the air, shit. “Y/n, you drunk?” He asked as he looked down at you. “…what if I am it’s none of your business, it’s no one’s business but mine.” You replied as you yanked your arm out of his grasp.

“It’s just that you’re a little young-“ “so fucking what?” You cut him off again as you glared at him under your mask. “It’s not good for you.” He said seriously concerned for you, he honestly saw you as a little sibling so he wanted to make sure that you weren’t out there dying or anything. “It’s not good for me?” A dry laugh escaped your mouth as you peel your mask off and look up at him. “I don’t care what’s good for me and what’s not it’s my decision not yours”. God why were you so stubborn? “Y/n, if you don’t stop you’re gonna die at a young age”.

He says trying as he looks into your eyes with a soft but stern look in them. “So what if I die it’s not like I’m missing out in anything.” You replied with venom before walking around and “patrolling” when you just grabbed another beer that you found from some shady guy in an alley way while Hobie looks for the anomaly. You were a feind for anything to hurt you as you chug the beer down and soon return to Hobie and about 5 minutes later you’re sobbing in an alley way, you’re at the stage where all you can think about while drunk is how much of “a fucked up child” you are and how you wished you didn’t do this.

“Y/n, you gotta stop-“ this time he cut him self off as he turned a corner the annoyed expression he had with you leaving and abandoning him immediately softened as he saw you in the corner of the alley sobbing. You looked like a small child who had just gotten their toy taken away as he approached you softly and kneeled. “Hobie what’s wrong with me, why can’t I act my age why can’t I be normal and not smoke weed and drink to feel something?” You asked inbetween sobs as he slowly hugged you holding you like a small child as he just sat there with you. “Because you were forced to grow up to fast.” He spoke softly rubbing your back and you held him back as you felt pathetic, crying in his arms a second time.

He didn’t seem to mind as he held you and rocked you slowly and softly, he just sat there with you until you felt better and when you stopped sobbing he helped you off the cold alley way ground and you two continued the mission and soon headed to his camp boat that he’s made his home and you got comfortable on the couch and ended up sleeping there for the night. He ended up placing a blanket on you softly so you wouldn’t be cold, in this moment you just laid there safe from everything and for once you didn’t feel like an adult stick in a kids body but you felt like a 13 year old for once being taken care of by their “older brother”.

(I dont like this one as much as I did the hcs tbh)

#hobie brown #astv hobie #hobie brown x reader #hobie fluff

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Smoke, Fire and Ash

Warnings: This fic includes noncon, dubcon, manipulation, violence, death and inc3st. Tags will be added as the fic goes on.

This is a dark!fic. 18+ only. Read at your own discretion. Please read the warnings before continuing.

Summary: You are the eldest daughter of Rhaenyra and Daemon Targaryen. You are forced to navigate the difficult surroundings of your upbringing and the eventual disintegration between your family and the Hightower's relationship. What will happen when your older and estranged uncle suddenly takes a more sinister interest in you? (Dark!Aemond x Reader)

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Characters: Aemond Targaryen X Reader, HOTD characters.

Note: The poor reader... Will she ever catch a break? Thank you all for your kind words, they honestly mean the world to me! Also I have tried to add some of you to the tags, but tumblr won't allow me to tag you, so it may be something in the settings you might have to change! Thanks so much again for all the love and support <3

Chapter 29: A Dragon's breath

Jaws.

Great gaping jaws.

Teeth as large as you, their sharp edges crushing down on your body, tearing through your flesh. Each sharp blade piercing through your soft flesh. Pain unlike anything you’ve known erupted through you. You tried to scream.

Nothing came out.

Your hands reached to touch the jaws that were locked around you, but your hand went straight through them like mist. The dark tendrils curled around your fingertips as you turned them. Trying desperately to grasp the intangible.

The jaws were gone. And the pain dissipated with them.

You blinked.

And again.

Where were you?

Looking around you, you could barely see.

Where you were, was dark.

You squinted into the pitch black room, willing your eyes to adjust. A burst of light came from the side, tall flames exploding as large torches lit themselves rapidly along the wall surrounding you as you spun in the room. You recognised the stone walls.

You were in the Dragon Pit.

It was empty.

You spun on your heel, turning to see if you could find anyone, or anything, but the walls were blank and the cavern was silent. What was usually filled with sounds of other dragons was now eerily quiet.

You walked towards the wall to grasp a lit torch, the flames dancing and crackling in the air. You yanked it from its holder roughly, dislodging it from the wall as you pushed it out in front of you before walking in the darkness, trying to see around you.

“Y/n?” A small voice came, hiding in the shadows.

You tried to turn to the sound but could not tell where its origins were, the call bouncing off of the empty walls.

“Hello?” You called out, beginning to walk around the large dark room in search of the person with you.

“Y/n?” The voice again, a bit louder this time.

You stopped. A confused breath paused in your chest.

You recognised that voice.

“L-Lucerys?” You called out hesitantly.

“Y/n!” Came the voice once more, frantic this time, yet seemingly further away.

“Lucerys?!” You cried, as you began to run through the large pit looking for your brother, your footsteps echoing on the stone floors as you held the torch out in front of you.

“Lucerys!” You cried again, searching all around you, looking at each wall and shadow with the limited light.

Stone brick after stone brick was all you saw. Their hard orange tinge pilled high and up around you before they disappeared into the darkness above. The air felt damp as small rivulets of water dripped down the stone.

You spun on your heel as his small cry came from around you, echoing on the stone ceiling above. How many times had you told him to not come down here alone?

Panic began to rise inside of you as you breathed heavily, eyes desperately searching the pit in search of your brother.

“Y/n.” His voice came from behind you.

You spun, heart jumping as you held out the torch in front of you.

There before you, stood your brother soaking wet in the cave with you.

“Lucerys, are you alright?” You searched his face, dropping the torch beside you, the thud echoing in the room as the light shone from below you.

You rushed forward to hold his face in your hands. Raking your eyes over his body for any sign of injury. Yet as your hands touched his face, you faltered.

He felt cold.

His eyes slid shut as you held him, pulling him against you, hugging him tightly to you, clutching the back of his head as your breath began to steady.

“What are you doing down here? You’re soaked!” You pulled him back to hold him at arm's length looking him up and down.

Lucerys' hair dripped onto the stones below you, the drops echoing in the silence. His robes were drenched, the heavy material pulling his weight down and clinging to his small body.

His face held no colour. The robes looked familiar.

You rubbed your arms up and down his, “You’re so cold. Come, mother will have my head if you get sick.”

You went to pull him with you, but he did not budge. You stared at your brother as he looked at you, face blank.

“Luc? We need to get you dry, you will catch a cold.” You tried once more to pull him with you but he just stared at you.

He blinked. Once. Twice. Three times. Then, he opened his mouth.

“You said it would be ok.” His voice was small, as he stared at you.

“W-what?” You ask, confused by his behaviour, “Enough of this game, let’s get you warmed up.”

“You said it would be ok. You were right behind me.”

“Lucerys? Are you feeling alright? I think…” Your hand reached to touch his forehead, his skin was as cold as ice. He blinked. A shiver ran down your spine and dread pooled in your stomach.

“Lucerys, enough. You’re frightening me.” You watched him cautiously as he stood still, observing you.

The young boys eyes closed as tears began to fall. You stepped forward rapidly, holding his face, worry beginning to fill you. What had happened? Who has made him so upset?

“Lucerys? What is the matter? What's happened?” You asked frantically.

“He killed me.”

Dread.

Ice cold dread.

“W-wha-wh-“ Your words caught in your throat as you stared at the boy.

Jaws.

Great jaws.

A storm.

A fall.

Tears began to well in your eyes.

“Lucerys?” Your hands cupped his face and the small boy leant into it.

“He killed me, sister.” He whispered.

Oh Gods.

His eyes lifted back to your face and you watched in horror as blood began to drip from your brother's mouth, large bloody tears falling from his eyes as he cried.

“No, no, no, no. Please don’t do this to me.” You scrambled to brush the blood away from his face, “You’re okay, you’re okay. It’s going to be okay, we will be okay.”

He looked at you sadly.

“I’m dead, y/n. I cannot come back with you.” He cried, his tears of blood smeared across his face as you frantically tried to wipe them away, but only more would come to replace them.

“No. No, it’s okay, this is just a dream, we will be okay. We will go home and tell mother what happened together, and it will all be okay.”

You tried to pull Lucerys with you, to the mouth of the cave, a tiny light in the distance. He did not budge as you desperately tried to pull him with you. The small boy would not follow.

“Lucerys, please!” You begged, tears falling from your face.

“I cannot come with you, and you cannot come with me.” He spoke, voice stronger like before, when you both had left for Storms End.

His cold hands came to hold your face now.

“I love you. It's not your fault.” He cooed.

“Lucerys please, don’t leave me. Please. I love you. Please don’t leave me all alone.” You held onto him tightly sobbing as the bloodied boy in front of you cried with you.

“You need to wake up.” He whispered, the walls of the cave flickered as they began to dissolve into smoke. You frantically looked around you, holding onto him tighter.

“No! Please, let me go with you, let me stay with you. Please don’t leave me. Please don’t leave me.” You sobbed louder.

Lucerys stepped forward to embrace you, holding your shaking form as you cried together. You clutched onto him tightly, his cold wet body bringing you little comfort as the nightmare settled in.

“Mother needs you. You need to wake up. A spool of green, a spool of black. Three dragons fell, and one must rise.” He spoke into your hair.

As you hugged him tighter to you, your hands began to slip towards your body. You looked down at him in shock. Lucerys' form had begun to turn almost transparent. You could begin to see the walls of the pit behind him, through his tiny chest.

Just like smoke before your eyes, disappearing through your fingers.

“Lucerys!” You cried, trying to grab at him to keep him with you.

“Y/n.” He cooed sadly, “It's not your fault.”

“Please d-dont l-leave me.” You hiccuped as your hand reached for his face, fingertips covered in the black mist that was once his solid form.

“I will always be with you.” Lucerys spoke firmly, smiling at you, blood staining his small teeth.

“I don’t want to live without you, please don’t leave me here. Please take me with you.” You begged as you watched him slowly fade.

“You must. They need you. He needs you.”

You sobbed as you watched the boy in front of you slowly disappear, gentle smile still on his face as you reached out desperately to try and grab at the smoke, screaming as all that was left was the wisps of black that curled around your digits.

Fingers curled into your fist as you tried to grasp the last pieces of mist in your hand. Your knuckles ached and your hands shook with the force in which you clutched them. But when you opened your hands, there was nothing.

No Lucerys.

No mist.

Just empty hands.

The walls around you rose and you felt yourself falling through the floor, your stomach dropping as you held your breath. You looked up as you fell, watching the ceiling crack open into a stormy sky above.

Two large dragons above you fought as rain beat down on your face.

You fell.

And then, you woke.

“Her injuries…” A voice cut through the fog, hushed tones surrounding you. Your head felt light, yet so heavy. You groaned. Fading in and out of consciousness. The dark swallowing you up.

Nothing but black, and the feeling of being heavy as a stone.

“…may not….”

Then nothing again.

You did not dream. You simply slipped in and out of the abyss, bobbing through the waves of consciousness.

You rose from the fog, eyes not opening as you breathed heavily, a dull ache strumming in your side. You felt groggy and confused, groaning as you tried to move, but your body would not.

“Zaldristos.” A voice whispered. A hand came to touch your thigh.

You tried to open your eyes, your lids feeling heavy as you forced them to part. The light of the room burning in your head, you shut your eyes, clenching them as you groaned once more, the pain radiating through your body, before fading back into the abyss.

You fall.

A great fall, down out from the sky, like the Gods had plucked you from the ground only to drop you back for their amusement. A curse. A punishment. You felt the wind rushing past your face, breath not filling your lungs.

Lightning flashed around you as the sky rumbled, opening up above. A circle of blue sky broke through the clouds above, as you continued to fall.

A figure in the middle. Small and young, with boyish curls around his face, sitting atop a small dragon as they watched you plunge into the depths.

You reached a hand out towards him, extending your fingers to try to grasp the air and him within it. But all you did was plummet into the abyss, your hand stretched out desperately, hoping to hold Lucerys in your arms again.

But, you fell. And the earth opened up, and swallowed you whole.

Your consciousness swam unevenly as you bobbed to the surface, the waves dragging you back down to drown before your eyes cracked open to the room around you. The light from the candles caused you to squint, as you blinked tears sluggishly out of your vision.

A cough worked its way up your throat, your stomach and chest tensing as the air jerked out of your body.

Red hot, searing pain flared through your ribs as you silently cried out, a dry whimper escaping your lips as you scrunched your face tight, stuttered breaths leaving your form as you tried to push through the agony.

A grunt came from beside you as you tried to suck in air greedily, ribs and lungs aching as your chest expanded. A weight left your upper thigh. You tried to move, to pull yourself up, but with each movement your body screamed in rejection.

A pained sob escaped your lips.

Sandalwood wafted into your nose as a gentle hand rested atop your sternum, “Rest zaldristos.” A voice whispered, pushing the cold hard edge of a cup to your lips as you lay on your back, a milky tart liquid settling on your mouth.

“Drink.” The voice commanded, as small beads of wet dribble down the sides of your cheeks.

You opened your mouth, sipping the strong liquid, spluttering as you inhaled some. You coughed as the liquid burnt your lungs and throat, tensing as the pain in your side made you cry out again, jerking your body.

Large hands come to rest on your shoulders, fingers soothing the skin there as you felt something soft tickle your face. “Shhh. Still.” The voice beckoned as you slowly calmed, sucking greedy and painful breaths into your body.

Warmth spread through you and you felt yourself sink deeper into the plush mattress beneath. Your head swam, and you soon faded back into your dream of falling from a great height whilst a small brown haired boy watched from above.

The earth swallowed you whole once, twice, thrice times more, and your body turned as you found yourself standing at the Godswood, the large tree rooted in front of you, with nothing but open space around it.

With uncertain feet you stepped forward towards the tree, its ancient face watching you as you approached, the eyes blinking as you got closer.

Your hand reached forward as you stood before the Godswood, hand coming to touch the bark around the face in the trunk. You opened your mouth to speak to the tree, who’s eyes watched you closely.

“Kasta se Zōbrie.” (Green and Black.) Came a voice from around the trunk. Your head snapped to the sound as you walked around to find the source.

You looped around the tree coming back to its face.

There was no-one there.

“Kasta se Zōbrie.” (Green and Black.) Came the voice again.

“Who’s there?” You call out, looking up into the branches of the tree, its red leaves shaking gently in a breeze that was not there.

“Wake up.” The voice whispered.

You jolted, sucking in a sharp breath, immediately regretting it as your side twinged in pain. You let out an agonised whimper, breathing shallowly as you rose to the surface of consciousness again. Your body felt fuzzy and wrong, your drowsy limbs tingling as you tried to move.

“Stay still.” Came the same voice again.

Your eyes cracked open, blinking away sleep as you tried to adjust to the light in the room.

It was morning.

Your eyes were unfocused as you breathed heavily, whimpering as discomfort rolled through you, you felt nauseous and lethargic. The smell of sandalwood and leather curled around you.

As you blinked your eyes, you turned your head sluggishly, looking to the side of the bed. Two figures sat in chairs next to you watching, both with silver white hair.

“Mother?” You weakly called out, confusion muddling your mind, throat and mouth dry.

“Hm.” The low purr of a familiar voice replied.

You rapidly blinked your eyes, focus coming back to you slowly. Their two forms became more focused and less blurry with every blink.

Helaena sat stiff in her chair, head down as she embroidered on a loom. Not looking up at you as she silently muttered to herself.

Beside her, sat her brother.

Aemond.

You sucked in a sob as you looked at him. He did not wear his eye patch, and his one good eye stared intently at you. His mouth was not in its usual smirk. Nor pressed into a hard line.

Aemond's face was unreadable.

A tear escaped your eyes as you stared at him, a wet trail pooling onto the pillow beneath your face as it rolled gently down your cheek.

You were alive.

This was real.

And that meant Lucerys was dead.

“I’m going to kill you.” You uttered.

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